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It doesn’t bother Doflamingo, not like it used to when they first got together. In a way it benefitted he and Law both. The fact that Law loved laying on his back, absolutely no help at all when it came to the sexual part of their relationship. Doflamingo would have scoffed had it been anyone else, but somehow that adorable little pout when he asked Law for a blowjob made his heart do somersaults.
That’s not to say Law doesn’t initiate them, but it’s on his time and when the moments come it never fails to turn Doflamingo feral. Seeing those pretty little lips wrapped snug around his cock, how fucking dirty Law gets when he starts fucking his face and he starts trying to hump his cunt along whatever is near. It’s always Doflamingo’s foot, and he has no qualms about it. Doesn’t care that Law is sloppy, that his face is a goddamn mess.
Doflamingo could worship him for damn near hours after that, and Law turns putty knowing he gets to lay there and not have to do anything. It’s made Doflamingo realize that he enjoys pleasuring Law. Doing so has never been hard for Doflamingo, but with Law it’s damn near devotion. Seeing how slack he gets, barely contained whimpers and moans, not making a move besides shuddering and panting, writhing when Doflamingo teases him too much.
But Doflamingo wants to see more. Here in this moment with Law laying under him, being unnaturally vocal, Doflamingo wants to see that wall shatter. Law’s hands can barely grab at his skin, sweaty as they are, walls pulsating around his cock. Doflamingo has one hand tucked underneath Law’s knee to keep it hiked up, that perfect angle to abuse his sweet spot. Law has already came three times, and knowing his limit is four, Doflamingo needs to move.
Fuck does he need to move, but Law feels so good. Doflamingo’s pace ends up picking up, going harder, faster. Law fucking slicking all on his cock, back arching, and Doflamingo almost loses it when he feels his cock bulging his stomach because of it.
“You feel so good,” Doflamingo groans, “so good, shit, can’t get enough of you.”
Law’s leg falls to the bed when he shifts to grab at his waist, holding him in place to pump in deeper, cock twitching hearing how he cries out. Golden eyes watery, skin lined with sweat, his expression fucked out. Damn, he’s a pretty ass pillow princess. Doflamingo hates when he slows to a stop, chest heaving staring down at Law who blinks a little stupidly.
He probably doesn’t even have enough time to process the fact that Doflamingo drops his weight to one of his knees, easily flipping to his back. Law’s hair is a disheveled mess, eyes rolling and tensing when he settles on top of him. Doflamingo watches his chest raise as he sucks in a deep breath, shivering at the change before his chin knocks down.
“What,” Law licks his lips, “what’re you doin’?”
Doflamingo’s insanely turned on hearing that drunken slur, Law swaying above him like he’s unused to the position. It’s otherworldly seeing Law above him, the first time he’s ever done so. It’s a miracle Law can even keep up with his stamina, the reason why he never pushed Law further, but this is godly. The lights shining above him making him glisten, his wild hair like a halo.
“I want you like this.” Doflamingo rasps, running his hands up and down his sides.
Doflamingo bites his lip, thumbs pressing on his erection distending Law’s belly. He looks so much smaller like this, barely able to sit in his lap, his hands swallowing Law whole.
“B-but I don’t wanna.” Law whines, whimpering when he wiggles his hips and Doflamingo’s cock nudges his insides.
“C’mon princess, ride daddy.” Doflamingo thrusts the tiniest bit, and Law’s palms slap down on his chest, panting heavily.
His mouth drops open, staring into nothingness in disbelief. Doflamingo wonders if Law’s ever tried anything other than missionary. The thought excites him.
“Don’t know, I don’t know how,” Law sounds so damn pathetic, “don’t know what to do.”
Law jolts when his cock jumps, head flying back, biting his lip hard and even that doesn’t hide his sob.
“I can teach you baby, just start moving back and forth.”
Law sucks in a few steadying breaths before he does what Doflamingo says. It’s clumsy and so uncoordinated. Law moves like a virgin, and that shouldn’t get him as hot as it does. Doflamingo is sick with the thought of this being Law’s first time, not knowing what to do, but desperate enough to work for it.
“Just like that princess, you’re doing so good.” Doflamingo breathes, using his leverage on him to help rock his hips.
Law’s hands slip on his sweaty chest, pussy clenching him so tight Doflamingo fears he may orgasm based off his inexperience alone.
“Daddy,” Law moans, “daddy, daddy it’s-“
Law cuts himself off, dropping to his elbows, moving faster.
“Oh god, fuck, fuck yes.”
Doflamingo forces his release to the back of his mind, eyes snapping closed. Law’s tighter this way, clinging and dripping on his length. No doubt the angle leaves his sweet spot tingling. Law chokes, spit dripping down onto his chest.
“I can’t, need more daddy.”
Fuck, this is going to kill him. Doflamingo pats Law on the back, and his head flies up, and damn he should’ve really thought about this. Law looks out of it, and Doflamingo remembers the first time he experienced something new, how addicting it can be.
“I’ll help you.” Doflamingo’s voice is gravely.
He plants his feet on the bed, holding Law’s waist steady. It’s easy enough to lift him off his cock, Law barely even half his weight. Law is featherlight, the first drop forcing a scream out of him. Doflamingo is holding on by a thread, head swimming because Law’s cunt is heavenly and he’s held off long enough.
Doflamingo starts bouncing Law on his cock and his eyes cross, slumping all the way to his chest. The sound of Law wet and sloppy around him, his continuous sobs and moans. Doflamingo’s not any better, grunting and groaning loud and pitiful, needing to stuff Law full of his cock and seed.
“Fuck.” Doflamingo grasps Law tighter, fucking up every time he slams him down.
Shit. Damn. This is too much. Doflamingo’s balls draw up, too warm and fuzzy. He can only focus on keeping his cock in Law, chasing after his orgasm, not even caring if he comes at this point. If Law was a princess before then he’s nothing more than a hole now, a toy to be filled and used. Doflamingo’s throbbing, splotches dancing when he opens his eyes to stare at the ceiling.
That snaps him back to reality, the noises rushing in his ears. Law’s slipping in his own drool, staring in a daze. Doflamingo grabs a fistful of his hair, wrapping his arm around his back to keep him in place. Tears slip down Law’s cheeks, moans bordering on strangled screams.
“Fucking love it don’t you.” Doflamingo grunts.
His nails scratch at his scalp, on his waist and Law’s mewl is lewd as hell.
“Doesn’t matter how, you just like to get fucked. What a damn slut.”
Law’s walls clamp around him, proving Doflamingo’s point. And it’s been so long since he’s indulged himself instead of spoiling Law, giving him anything and everything he wants without question. Doflamingo picks Law up, practically throwing him onto the bed. Law tries to turn on his back, but Doflamingo’s hand presses on his head, shoving him into the mattress.
A desperate noise muffled when he thrusts back inside of him, groaning as he drives into him. Hard enough that he’d be shifting up to the headboard, but he snatches one of his arms up, twisting it behind him and taking what he wants. Doflamingo’s fingers curl into his hair, dragging his head up so he can hear how Law cries.
“Can’t believe a bitch like you hasn’t been fucked like this.” Doflamingo mutters, watching his cock disappear and reappear in Law’s snug hole.
“Please,” Law keens, “sl- slow down, slow down.”
“Not a fucking chance,” Doflamingo grunts, “I’m taking what’s mine.”
Law’s hand balls into a fist, the other yanking at the sheets. Doflamingo digs one foot onto the mattress, heat blooming in the pit of his stomach. It’s better than he could have imagined. Law on top of him, under him, bent over and being pounded into.
“Made to get fucked.” Doflamingo voices his mindless thoughts.
Doflamingo drops Law’s head, pulling out to smack his ass, relishing in his squeal. Doflamingo spreads the cheeks apart, hands overlapping, cock sinking back into Law. It’s futile trying to slow down, the sight is mouthwatering. Doflamingo gives into his desires, dropping to his hands, harsh thrusts angled to abuse Law’s spot. Chasing it for what feels like hours until Law clamps tight, squirt staining their thighs, the sheets under them.
Doflamingo’s groan is broken, pressed flush against Law, filling him to the brim. Doflamingo shudders in pleasure, limbs turning into jelly. He’s mindful of his weight when he drops it, teeth latching onto Law’s shoulder as he continues to spill inside of him. It’s a breathless orgasm, wiping him of all thoughts besides the sensation of Law warm and plush, stuffed with his seed. Belatedly realizing that his cock hasn’t softened, still rigid and twitching for more. Not yet. Doflamingo hasn’t had his fill just yet.
His hands sweep to Law’s belly, humming when he finds it swollen. Fingers slip down to Law’s soaked clit, palm settled on his chest to sit back on his knees. Law whimpers pathetically, sniffling as he stares up at him. What it does to him seeing the realization in his eyes, that it’s not going to go the way he wants it to like every time they’re in bed.
“No need to look so sad princess,” Doflamingo nuzzles against the top of his head, “I promise to go easy on you.”
It’s a blatant lie considering he starts stroking his clit, starting a rough pace of bouncing Law in his lap. Law starts crying, and he really is sick because the sight only gets him off more.
“I’m gonna- gonna, daddy.” Law wails.
Doflamingo’s thrusts stutter when Law clamps around him, nails clawing at his thighs and a stream spurts out of him. Doflamingo groans, tapping his clit playfully, stretching his cunt out.
“See, look at that,” Doflamingo taunts, “you’re really a cock hungry bitch, aren’t you. Coming all over daddy like that.”
Law convulses, head knocking down, body going unnaturally light. It makes Doflamingo slow his pace, eyebrows knitted when he lifts his chin and Law’s eyes are rolled back, jaw slack with drool spilling out of him.
“Well shit,” Doflamingo huffs, “how inconvenient.”
Doflamingo contemplates for all of one second if he should continue, but the thought instantly flees his brain. Doflamingo sighs, reluctantly pulling out of that sweet heat, turning Law with a hand cradling the back of his head to lay him down. The poor baby is a pillow princess through and through, but Doflamingo did go a little overboard, overwhelming his baby.
Law hardly stirs when he kisses his forehead, wiping the spit off his lips. Even passed out he looks delectable. Doflamingo’s traitorous cock dribbles precome before he gives into forbidden desires. He wraps a hand around his length, sitting back to stare down at Law. He’s not even ashamed at how quickly he reaches his peak.
Law with his hair splayed and sticking to his forehead, small chest rising and falling slowly now, pussy lips puffy, tiny hole gaping wide. Doflamingo groans, fucking into his hand. Law doesn’t stir when the first stripe lands on his cunt, jacking off and angling his cock so that it makes a mess of his clit, belly button, chest. One last shudder and climbs up Law quickly, watching white drip on Law’s tongue. A parting gift until he wakes. Doflamingo doesn’t know if he’s coherent enough to hear him, but he grips his chin to close it.
“Swallow.” Doflamingo orders next to his ear.
It takes half a second for Law’s throat to work around his palm. Doflamingo, satisfied, moves from straddling Law to scoop him into his arms. It takes a lot of effort to not lick Law clean, making the wise decision of walking him to their bathroom. Not stopping with lavishing him with affectionate words and kisses until he follows him in sleep.