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The restaurant had been fine, but, if Law’s honest, he prefers being home.
His introverted nature is one of the few things his boyfriend doesn’t understand about him. Rosinante enjoys walks downtown, dining out or visiting the bar, or even seeing a play on occasion. Law prefers the time after: returning home, undressing from their day clothes, and spending the rest of the night snuggled up in bed.
“But you have to admit,” Rosi’s deep voice emanates through the open bathroom door, “coming home wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying if we never went anywhere.”
Law stands in only a towel, his eyes on the half-fogged mirror as he finishes up the last of his nightly rituals. “I guess,” he admits, rinsing his razor and returning it to its holder on the counter. Wiping the excess shaving cream from his face, he glances into the bedroom at Rosinante. “Hey, Cora.”
He still calls Rosinante Cora, though he dropped the honorific years ago.
“Yeah?” Rosi asks. He’s perched on his edge of the bed, wearing his pink night robe.
Why both Donquixote brothers always had such a fascination with the color, Law still doesn’t know. He splashes water on his face and quickly tries to shut down any thoughts related to Doflamingo, the older of the two. Strange. Law hasn’t thought about him in months.
“Did you know the waitress at the restaurant thought you were my father?” Law glances at his benefactor in time to catch a look of horror flash across his pale face.
“Wait. What?!” Rosi screeches, his eyes nearly bugging out of his skull. “No way!”
The over-the-top reaction makes Law smirk. No matter how much older Cora gets, he’ll always be the same, huge dork. “Yeah,” Law goes on, drying his face with a fresh towel. “Guess you’re getting up there in years, huh?”
Rosinante shakes his hands back and forth disapprovingly. “W-we look nothing alike!” is his first argument and he has a point—Law is all dark tones and sharp angles while Cora is softer, blonder, and bigger. “And I’m only thirteen years older than you! It’s impossible for me to be your father!!”
Law steps out of the bathroom, turning off the light inside. “Only thirteen? Huh. I remember when you used to say the exact opposite.” He discards the towel that had been hanging around his waist and, now completely naked, slinks under the blankets of their extra-large bed.
Rosi smacks both hands down on his knees and averts his gaze, his cheeks nearly as red as the heart print on his silk robe. “Well, it seemed like a lot when you were younger,” he grumbles. “And I left her such a good tip, too. Ah, I’m so embarrassed!”
Law lifts up the covers on Cora’s side. “Stop fretting about it and get under here.”
With a pouty face, Rosi obeys the demand and shimmies his overlarge body under the blankets. He takes Law into his arms—as he has done practically every night for as long as they had been together—and holds him close to his chest. Law leans into him, always able to find comfort in the steady sound of his Corazon’s heartbeat.
“Are you too freaked out?” he asks, his head against Rosinante’s clavicle.
“Eh?” Rosi looks down at him. “What do you mean?”
“To have sex now?”
“Oh!” His face leans in close, Law able to feel the man’s soft breaths on his hair. “No, not at all. Just thought we could warm up for a moment…”
It’s cold in the room, but Law knows they’ll both be feeling pleasantly hot in no time. He opens Rosi’s silk robe, hands roaming under the smooth material to grope at his broad, scarred chest. “You’re so lovely,” he whispers. “Even for an old man.”
“Okay, we are never going back to that restaurant!” Rosi whines.
“Yeah.” Law slips the delicate garment off the larger man’s shoulders. “I did feel kind of bad that neither one of us ate the free bread.”
“I know, right?” Smiling, Rosi lets Law remove his robe. Lets himself be pushed down onto his back as Law climbs on top of him. Lets Law plant kisses all along his chest and neck.
“I can’t wait to have this inside me,” Law purrs, taking Rosinante’s half-hard cock into his hand. These days, it often takes a moment or two to get him fully erect—something Law blames on Rosi’s ever-advancing age. “I want you to fuck me good and hard tonight,” he says, bringing his face closer, their lips nearly touching. “Alright, Daddy?”
The cock in Law’s hand twitches and stiffens, Rosinante stopping just before the kiss can connect. “What did you just call me?”
Law squeezes Rosi’s cock. “You liked it. I know you did.”
“You are not allowed to call me that!”
Law nearly rolls his eyes. For whatever reason, the waitress’s comment hasn’t left his mind. “Come on, just this once? Maybe it would be fun?”
“I’m not your father!”
Law grinds himself against Rosi’s thigh, eager as ever, his cock hard and starting to leak precum. “It’s okay, Cora,” he says, stroking him at the same time. “You’d have to be a little bit of a pervert to fall for someone half your age, right?”
“We’ve been over this. I didn’t, ah—” Rosi’s hips buck reflexively toward Law’s hand. “I didn’t fall for you when you were thirteen!”
“Well, I wouldn’t have blamed you.” Law kept stroking, teasingly slow. “I didn’t make it easy on you, did I? I was so horny, I couldn’t stop jerking off thinking about you. I just wanted you so badly once those teenage hormones kicked in.”
They had been a little late. Grappling with childhood trauma and recovering from Amber Lead disease had resulted in a delayed puberty by over a year. Law had already been fifteen the first time he had masturbated, and he had been thinking of Corazon.
And it wasn’t just that. Because Law was living with the object of his pining, it became hard to not drop hints and even openly flirt with him. Looking back, it was kind of astonishing how brazen he had been, shamelessly letting Cora-san see more of his body than was appropriate and making crude jokes that immediately turned the older man into a flustered mess. He’d burn the food he was preparing on the stovetop or trip over furniture trying to escape the room.
“I kind of terrorized you, didn’t I? Law asks. “I was such a messed up little shit.”
“I know it was hard, Law. Your childhood. But I—” Cora cuts off with a shudder, his cock twitching in Law’s grip. He moves his hips in intervals, matching Law’s strokes.
Law rakes his teeth over his own lower lip, deciding to give credit where credit is due. “But you did wait until I was eighteen to give me what I wanted. Three whole years.”
Three whole years of pining, on his part. Three whole years of nothing but his hand and his imagination. Three years of torture. Law wonders if it had been torture for Corazon, too. Or maybe it was like he claimed, and he hadn't thought any differently about Law at the time.
Cora shuts his eyes. “I still felt like I was doing something wrong.”
“Shhh,” Law tries to placate him. “You gave me my life back, Cora. As far as I’m concerned, you can have whatever you want from me.”
Rosinante shakes his head. “That’s not how it should work.”
Law smiles, finding it so pathetically cute that he was even trying to argue. They both knew full well that Law had given himself to him, and Corazon had ultimately accepted the prize.
“That’s why you’ve never asked for anything. It’s always me.” Law leans in again, downturned eyes fixed on Cora’s lips. His words are quiet and introspective. “I’m the sick bastard, Cora-san. I’m the one who…did this to us.”
He kisses him hard, easing Cora’s jaw open with his own. He licks inside the larger man’s mouth, savoring the familiar, seemingly permanent taste of nicotine. Cora moans against his lips, his hands finding Law’s arms. His long fingers can wrap entirely around his biceps and they do, but he doesn’t push Law away or force him closer. He just holds on.
Law swings a leg over Cora’s hips, straddling him. He humps a few times against Cora’s groin, rubbing his hard cock on the considerably larger one beneath him. Cora’s massive build makes Law feel like he’s still a kid. He entertains that thought, sometimes, but it’s been a while since he’s really stayed in that headspace. He’s wondered—is this a result of the trauma, too? He doesn’t even remember what being a child is actually like. He doesn’t remember what it means to be innocent.
He had survived a genocide, the loss of his home and his family. He had escaped Doflamingo, but just barely. Law still has nightmares about losing Corazon that day; his body lying in the snow, riddled with bullet holes. He had truly thought that Cora was going to die. What would Law’s life have been like, if he had? Would he have even been able to survive it at all?
“Cora-san,” he moans shakily, almost collapsing on top of him. It’s too much. All these thoughts. He needs to calm down. But Cora’s power isn’t enough—it can silence a room but not his mind. Law needs the man to fuck him until his mind goes blank and he’s completely drained of his pent-up energy. Then, and only then, did he have a hope of sleeping peacefully. “Need…your cock. Now.”
Cora kisses his face. “You’re too tense, Love. Please try to relax. I’m right here.”
“Cora-san…” Law whines. And, goddammit, does he hate how needy he sounds. The way his hips won’t stop moving. The way he fears that Corazon only started doing this with him because he pitied him. Could that really be true? After all these years of…
“Talk to me, Law.”
Law shakes his head and breathes out slow. “I’m okay, Cora-san. Really. I just…I’m ready.”
“Why are you calling me Cora-san all of a sudden?”
Fuck. Law really was regressing. He thinks about earlier that evening, at the restaurant. The moment the waitress called Rosinante Law’s father. Rosi was away in the bathroom at the time, and had missed the off-handed comment. And as much as Law wanted to laugh it off, to play coy about it, it had affected him.
He remembers being a kid, his growth stunted. He was so small that it took nothing for Corazon to pick him up and carry him around, against his will or otherwise. Cora had seemed like a giant back then. He still does. He makes Law feel small and Law likes that. But is it healthy?
Corazon places a hand on the back of Law’s head and draws him in, their mouths connecting once more. Law melts into the kiss, drinking in Cora’s warmth. His affection. He loves this man so much he doesn’t know how to contain it, sometimes.
“Touch me more,” he pants against Cora’s lips. “Touch me so gently and then stick your cock in me and fuck me as hard as you can.”
Cora’s hands trail down Law’s body, palms and fingertips ghosting tan skin. “I will, my love.”
But Law knows he won’t. Corazon is never rough, because he’s always worried about hurting him. But it’s okay. He at least plays along. Law shifts his hips as Cora’s hands reach his ass, gripping his cheeks and spreading them. One of his fingers finds Law’s hole and sinks in.
Law has already cleaned and prepared during his shower, but Cora always takes it upon himself to stretch him properly. Considering his ridiculous size, it’s pretty much a necessity. He moves his finger in and out, then adds another, making the muscles in Law’s stomach tighten and his twitching cock stand on end.
“Cora,” he pleads, starting to bounce himself up and down on Corazon’s fingers. “Cora-san!”
“What is it Law?” Cora asks urgently. “Are you in pain?”
“No. My…head’s too loud.”
He can’t stop thinking. About the present, the past. This evening, and many years ago. The Donquixote brother that had taken him in, and the one who had ultimately saved him. Law had never thought of Corazon as his father, even after they had escaped that nightmare on Minion Island and began living a somewhat normal life, far from the North Blue.
Cora had raised him. Cared and provided for him, like a parent would. Law didn’t know what had gone wrong in his brain to twist his affection for the man into what it had become. Worst of all, he had dragged Cora down with him. He should have had more self-control. He should have stayed quiet about his fucked up feelings.
Cora slides his fingers out of Law and looks him in the eyes. “Breathe, Law. It’s okay.”
Law’s entire body shivers. He’s cold and missing Cora’s fingers already. He inhales deeply, trying to remain calm and think of what to say. There’s no reason to lie, really. Cora is the most accepting, open-minded person Law knows. He’ll listen.
“I’m twenty-two,” Law says.
“Still?” Cora smiles uncertainly. “Well, good, I’m glad I didn’t miss your birthday.”
Law sighs. “We’ve been doing this since I was eighteen. Over four years, Cora.”
“And we’ve known each other even longer than that! You know, I think it’s really special what we have, Law. Not a lot of people can say—”
“But what if it’s wrong?” Law snaps. “I know we’re both adults now but I was desperate to have you when I was fifteen! Fifteen, Cora!”
Corazon frowns. “I know, Law. But the reason I waited…it wasn’t just because you were so young. I wanted to make sure your feelings were real.”
“Well, what if they weren’t? What if it was all just—I don’t know. Trauma or something? What if you really were just supposed to be my dad? And I…I fucked it up!”
Cora’s mouth falls open. For a moment, he hardly seems to know what to say. But he manages. “I mean, it could have been like that, sure. But aren’t you…aren’t you happy the way it is?”
Cora must have been so confused. Not half a minute ago, Law was begging for his cock, and now he’s anxiously asking if they’d had it all wrong these past several years. Law’s mind is a mess and it’s still too damn loud. He sees himself as a kid, sick and cold and curled up in Cora’s black feather coat. He sees himself as an adult, laid out on a bed, his legs in the air as Cora sinks his cock into him.
He sees everything in between, the good days and the bad. Law heals Cora’s wounds after a mission, and Cora helps Law find books for his studies. They cook for each other and sleep together, provide each other with comfort and support. Law is happier than he has ever thought he could be.
“Yes,” he finally says, breath catching. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
He looks up to meet the older man’s rusty eyes, seeing a calmness in them that he can’t quite describe. Cora asks, “Then what’s the problem?”
Law shakes his head. “I’m worried I shouldn’t want this.”
“Law. Listen, I’m not a psychiatrist, but…I don’t think you did anything wrong? And, regardless of how it started, I really love our life together. I love you, Law. I’ve always loved you.”
“But you haven’t.” Law knows it wasn’t always like that. Cora treated him normally, back then. His mind had been pure, until… “I was just insistent. I put those ideas in your head and seduced you!”
Cora sighs. “I wasn’t attracted to you when you were thirteen. That part’s true. Your puberty was delayed and you looked like a kid. But when you finally got to grow up…I noticed the change.”
Law looks at him, blinking. “You did?”
“Yes. Before I even knew how you felt, I was drawn closer to you in a way I never expected. If anything, it’s me who’s the sick bastard. I thought that, maybe I…”
“Cora…”
“I tried to be careful. Even when you made it obvious you wanted to…I knew I had to hold out. But I decided that—if you still wanted to when you were eighteen—then we could.”
Law inhales, exhales. “So I didn’t ruin us?”
“No, Law. Of course not.” Cora places a hand to his own chest. “I love what we have. I love you more than you could even imagine.”
“I thought maybe you were just…humoring me.”
“Humoring you? Law.” Cora frowns in a way that shows his age. “You really think I could pretend for that long?”
Law looks at him, eyes piercing. “You pretended to be on Doffy’s side for that long. You pretended to be mute. You’re actually really good at lying.” Law considers the other times Cora had lied. He had lied to Doflamingo for Law’s sake, to protect him. And he had lied to Law before, too, claiming over and over again that he wasn’t a marine.
“But I wouldn’t lie about something like this,” Cora insists. “You know that.”
“Yeah,” Law says flatly. “So what you’re telling me is that we’re both freaks.”
“Who cares! We didn’t do anything bad. Not to each other, at least.”
Law feels himself smile. He and Cora had broken the law plenty of times back when they were part of the Donquixote pirate gang. “Sorry. I guess I just psyched myself out a little.”
“Just because you liked me when you were young? How often have you worried about that?”
Law lets himself fall forward into Cora’s shoulder. “It’s not just that,” he says through a sigh. “I guess when I thought about that father stuff…it kind of got to me.”
“Oh. Then why did you call me Daddy?”
Absently, Law traces the bullet scars on Cora’s chest—each one a toll he had paid in exchange for Law’s life. “Because…even though it weirded me out, I also kind of liked it.”
“Hmm.” Cora rests his chin on Law’s head. He puts his arms around him, holding him. “Sorry, I’m not sure I understand.”
“It’s just cognitive dissonance,” says Law.
“Oh, yeah. That.” He pauses for a moment before speaking again. “So, should we indulge this new kink of yours, or…?”
“What?” Law’s head shoots up from Cora’s shoulder and he swears he can feel a vein throb in one of his temples. “Were you even listening to me?”
“Of course. Sorry.” A jovial pat to Law’s back turns into a rub which turns to Cora’s hand trailing down his spine. “No weirdness,” he promises. “But I still want to make love to you.”
Law’s breath hitches as Cora’s hand reaches his ass. “Ah. Yeah, me too.”
“Are you ready? How’s your head?”
“I think I’ll be okay.” Law’s already feeling impatient, his arousal returning just as swiftly as it had left him. He lifts up onto his knees as Cora slowly slides his fingers back inside him.
“Mm,” he moans, sinking down onto them.
“You’re doing great, Law,” Cora praises, his fingers spreading to further stretch him. He takes Law’s cock into his other hand and strokes him slowly. “Just keep relaxing yourself for me.”
“Ah,” Law gasps. His hips jerk forward then back as he pushes his cock against Cora’s palm and fucks himself on his fingers. “Cora,” he pants, wrapping his arms around the larger man’s shoulders and holding him tightly. He smells clean, and also like cigarettes. He smells like home. “Cora-san.”
Cora’s long fingers thrust in and out, eliciting wet and sloppy sounds as some of the lube Law applied earlier drips from his hole. Cora’s other hand slows when he no longer needs to jerk Law off in an attempt to further relax him. “I think you’re almost ready for me.”
He lays Law down onto his back, lower half perched up onto Cora’s thighs. It’s one of their usual positions, providing Cora a good angle to enter him while also making his prostate easier to hit. Gravity pulls Law’s legs toward his own chest and he looks up past his own hard cock to Cora’s beautiful face, currently free of makeup.
Cora grabs Law around the waist and hikes him up even further. He’s nearly upside down, his tailbone resting on Cora’s chest. Cora inclines his head and licks deeply into Law’s hole, making him shudder. Law breathes out shakily, his face hot and feverish from a mix of arousal, embarrassment, and all the blood rushing down to his head. Cora’s tongue is long enough to reach deep, strong enough to work Law’s muscles more comfortably than his bony fingers had.
Law moans, his cock twitching and his dangling legs trembling uncontrollably. “Cora-san, no more. No more, I’m gonna come!”
Cora lifts his head, a trail of spit still connecting his lips to Law’s pulsing hole. “Sorry, Law. You’re being such a good boy. I think you’re ready for my cock now.”
The praise, being called a good boy, makes Law melt into a puddle. He nods eagerly. “Yes. Give it to me.”
Cora lowers Law’s ass to its original position on top of his thighs, then leans toward his nightstand to grab a bottle of lube from the drawer. Two fingers spread Law open as he squirts some extra inside, sending a chill through him. Cora lathers up his cock, takes it into his hand, and aims it at the place he has so lovingly prepared.
“Okay, Law, I’m…” He presses the tip to Law’s hole, easing it in past the rim of muscles. The head pops through effortlessly after all the time Cora took loosening and relaxing him, but it isn’t long before Law is clenching his teeth. Cora’s cock—though averagely proportioned to his own body—is a bitch for a normal-sized man like Law to take.
Cora slows, giving Law a moment to adjust. “You’re doing so good, baby.”
“Cora…” Law moans, spreading his legs wider. Cora slides deeper but he’s still only halfway in. “You’re so big. Fuck.”
“Remember the very first time we did it?” Cora asks, both hands now holding Law’s legs for support. “It hurt a lot, huh?”
Law had been so mad with lust that he hardly remembers the pain. That entire night was now nothing but a sex-fogged blur, but he does recall one thing. “You were careful.”
“I was terrified.”
“Was it exciting?” Law asks, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. “Taking my virginity? Being the one to show me what true pleasure is like?”
“Let’s just say I thought my heart was going to burst open right then.”
“You saved me, Cora.” Law runs his hand down his own chest, over the tattoos that were a dedication to the man who had done so much for him. Cora’d been so honored and so embarrassed the first time Law had shown him. “It’s because of you that I got to experience this. Got to have this life with you. You’ve watched over me all this time. I guess you kind of are like a father.”
Cora screws his eyes shut, leaning forward as he sinks another inch. “You don’t have to say that,” he grunts, “when I’m inside you.”
“It’s okay.” Law places the hand that had traveled down his body overtop one of Cora’s. “It’s kind of hot.”
He’s sure Cora likes the idea, too. His cock is hard as ever as it finally slides in those last couple of inches. Law moans deeply when Cora’s balls press against him, confirmation that his entire length is now buried inside.
“Come on, Daddy,” Law says, smiling and moving his hips a little. He feels Cora twitch deep within him. “Fuck your little boy right into the mattress. You know that’s what he’s here for.”
“Fuck, Law.” Cora starts slow, jabbing shallowly with his hips. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
“But you want to try. I can tell.”
Cora quiets for a moment, his face bright red. Law swears he can feel the heat from it. He slides his cock a little further out and then eases it all the way back in, drawing deep moans from both of them. “Do you…do you like having your daddy’s cock in you?” Cora asks uncertainly.
“It’s wonderful,” Law whimpers, closing his eyes. “Am I being a good boy?”
“You’re being so good, Law.” Cora pulls out almost all the way, this time. He firmly pushes back in, grazing Law’s prostate. “Look at you, taking the entire thing. I’m so proud.”
Law’s back arches as he reaches up over his head, his fists clutching at the top blanket. “Go faster,” he begs. “Please. I’m not as frail as I used to be. You won’t break me.”
“Oh, Law. It’s true. You’ve grown up so strong and beautiful.” Cora readjusts his hands so they’re wrapped around Law’s hips rather than his legs. He holds him tight and speeds up his thrusts. “But you’ll always be my little boy, won’t you?”
Law gasps. Cora’s cock feels so big and heavy pounding inside him, stretching him to his limit. His own, neglected erection bounces against his belly, spilling precum that pools at his navel. Law’s mind fogs with lust as the rest of his worries slip away. That’s right, that’s what he needs now. “Yes, Daddy! Yes! I’ll always be—” A hard thrust makes his head snap back against the bed. “Ah. Cora-san!”
Cora leans forward. “You’re so cute, Law,” he says. “So good at taking your Daddy’s cock.”
Law’s spine curves as his legs are pushed flush against his torso, Cora sinking somehow deeper inside of him. His enormous form eclipses Law’s entirely, trapping him beneath his protective weight, and Law is aware of little else but Cora’s cock pumping in and out, his heavy balls smacking against his ass. His scent, too, is overwhelming, a mix of smoke and sweat. And then there’s the taste of his mouth as he brings their lips together in a greedy kiss.
Law trembles as Cora’s lengthy tongue pours down his throat. Filled from both ends, he goes limp, unable to even helpfully move his hips with how Cora has him pinned. The man has taken full control, making Law feel exactly like the helpless boy he used to be—weak and feverish and entirely at Corazon’s mercy.
He remembers how Cora used to manhandle him into the boat, back out again, into town, to another hospital. He dragged Law all over the place looking for a cure, anything to help. Law protested the entire way, hating every second of being carted around by the lumbering idiot. He had already given up, of course. There was no cure. Only a miracle would save him.
And maybe Donquixote Rosinante was a god, after all.
Rosi wasn’t so forceful after the events on Minion Island. There was no longer any reason to be. But he had taken full responsibility for the boy he had saved, probably intent on raising him the right way. But Rosi—Corazon—didn’t know what that meant. He hadn’t had a normal childhood, either. He didn’t like to talk about his past but Law had gleaned a little over the years. Rosinante was a fallen god with a devil for a brother who had seen and experienced unfathomable human cruelty.
If there was anyone with more pain in their youth than Law, it would have to be Cora. They were two of a kind. It was really no wonder things had turned out this way.
Law’s moan breaks their kiss the moment Cora wraps a hand around his twitching cock. “Don’t worry, darling boy,” he says, voice honey-sweet as he strokes the shaft and thumbs the sensitive glans. “I’m going to take good care of you.”
He lifts up some and now finally Law can move. “Daddy,” he murmurs as he rolls his hips to Cora’s steady rhythm, thrusting into his hand at the same time. He looks up at the man above him through squinted eyes. “Don’t you…even feel a little bit bad? Spoiling your son like this?”
Cora smiles. “You said I can have whatever I want, for giving you your life back, but you did the same for me, Law. You were my rebirth.”
Law thinks of a flaming phoenix rising from the ashes—a strangely fitting comparison.
“So I’ll give you all I have, too,” Cora continues. “I’ll spoil you. I’ll indulge you. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you know you’re loved and cherished.”
Law is wordless. He wraps his arms around Cora’s shoulders, drawing him in for another kiss. His hips buck with a wave of pleasure as his climax peaks and he unleashes between them, the first rope of cum shooting high enough to hit Cora’s chest. The rest falls to Law’s own abdomen, Cora stroking him through each additional spasm and pumping out every last drop.
Law knows Cora’s own orgasm is fast approaching when he releases his cock and grips his body, instead. He pulls Law close, the speed of his hip thrusts increasing faster, faster. “L-Law,” he groans. “I’m about to—”
“Come inside me,” Law tells him, burying his face in Cora’s shoulder so hard he can taste the man’s sweat-slick skin. He closes his eyes, bracing against the final, forceful thrust as Cora plunges deep and cums hard. Law gasps as he’s filled with warmth, and, like he always does, he thinks it has to be too much—that it’s gonna spill out of him and soak the blankets and sheets and be a bitch to clean up—but it stays inside, and will for the time being.
He doesn’t realize that his upper half is being held up by one of Cora’s arms until he’s gently placed back down on the bed like a sleeping child. Law sinks into the soft fabric, dazed and trembling from his orgasm and the penetration he has just endured.
“Sorry,” says Cora, still catching his breath as he settles down with him. “I kind of forgot about our roleplay there at the end.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Law sighs. “I think it’s out of my system.”
“Oh, really?” Cora smiles as he smooths Law’s damp bangs with one hand. “I thought it was sort of fun. But I guess if you don’t want to do it, anymore…”
Law’s eyes narrow. “Well, I didn’t say that, exactly.”
With a soft chuckle, Cora lifts himself up by the forearms. He carefully pulls out, Law gasping at the sudden emptiness. He’s still too tired to move much at all, and lets Cora dutifully clean him with the towel he had discarded earlier. “Thanks,” he says once he’s done.
Cora tosses the towel into the hamper and returns to the bed, sidling up next to Law. “How’s your head? Quieter?”
Law’s relaxed, his mind free of all the heavy thoughts that had plagued him before. “Yes,” he says, turning toward Cora and putting his arms around him. He kisses him on the forehead, then on his cheekbone, and then on his lips. “I love you,” he says softly.
Cora grins at him, big and toothy. “Love you, kid,” he replies.
And then Law smiles, too.