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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Piece
  Relationship:
      Donquixote_Doflamingo/Trafalgar_Law, Donquixote_"Corazon"_Rosinante/
      Trafalgar_Law, Donquixote_Doflamingo/Trafalgar_Law/Donquixote_"Corazon"
      Rosinante
  Additional Tags:
      DofLawCora, doflaw, CoraLaw, slight_hint_of_DoflaCora
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-06-27 Words: 6140
****** Runaway ******
by vegaisthesound
Summary
     Law shows up at Roci's house in the middle of the night... but Roci
     isn't home.
Notes
     Based on the prompt "I ran away from home and knocked on the wrong
     door but you want to take me in anyway au." Law is about 17 in this
     story.
Roci is out of town for a few days, so of course Doffy uses the spare key he
had made without permission to stay at his house while Roci isn't there to kick
him out.
He's only there for one day when the doorbell rings. It's after midnight, he's
wondering who would be visiting Roci this late at night, and he goes to answer
it.
What he finds is a pleasant surprise. Standing on the stoop is a young man, a
boy really, he doesn't even look eighteen yet. Dark hair, dark skin, pale gray
eyes that flash angrily at him when he opens the door.
“Who the hell are you?” the kid demands, already suspicious.
Doffy leans on the doorjamb and grins at him. “Shouldn't I be asking that
question, seeing as you're the one coming to my house in the middle of the
night?”
“This isn't your house.”
“Oh? You must know my brother then. Roci will be back soon. Come in, if you
want.” Doffy leaves the door open and walks back into the house, not waiting
for the kid to follow.
He's intensely curious who this boy is, and what he's doing showing up at
Roci's place this late. Roci can't have been keeping a lover secret, Doffy
would've figured that out quickly. And his brother is too upstanding to get
involved with someone so young anyway, but with a kid this pretty Doffy has
little doubt Roci isn't at least somewhat interested. Probably doing the noble
thing and waiting until he turned eighteen. Typical Roci.
He's satisfied to hear the front door close, and cautious footsteps trail
behind him down the hall. He goes into the living room, and turns to see the
kid stop in the hallway, lingering at the threshold.
“Have a seat,” Doffy says. “Can I get you anything to drink?”
“No,” the boy says. “When will Roci be back?”
Doflamingo shrugs. “He didn't say. By morning, I'd assume.” Roci will actually
be gone the entire weekend, but if he said that then the kid would leave. “Feel
free to stay as long as you like.”
Since the kid declined refreshment, Doffy takes a seat on one of the couches
and drapes his arm across the back. He lifts a brow. “You don't need to stay in
the hall, make yourself at home.”
The kid scowls at him, then glances around the room before slowly coming in and
sitting down on the edge of the couch opposite Doflamingo.
“I didn't introduce myself, did I? I'm Doflamingo, Roci's older brother. And
you are?”
The kid considers him for a moment, assessing the truth of that before he
answers. “Trafalgar Law. I didn't know he had a brother.”
Good, then Roci hadn't warned Law about him. “A pleasure. Roci didn't mention
he was expecting any guests.”
“I didn't...” Law hesitates. “I thought he'd be here, so I didn't call.”
So Roci didn't know this kid would be here either. Perfect.
“How do you know my brother? If you don't mind me asking.”
Law shifts, uneasy.
“Are you involved with him?” Doffy asks, and Law's gaze slides away.
“No, he just said if I ever needed anything...”
Law clams up after that so Doffy offers him something to eat, and Law accepts,
albeit reluctantly. Doffy pours him wine without asking, even though there's no
way this kid is twenty one. He makes sure to top off the glass frequently, and
luckily for him Law doesn't seem to have much of a tolerance. Half a bottle in
his tongue is looser, and he looks tired. Doffy asks him what he's doing coming
over so late, does he need help? Is he in some kind of trouble?
And Law haltingly confides that he just ran away from home and he needed
somewhere to stay, so he came to ask Roci.
It wasn't a bad plan. Roci would definitely help this kid, keep him safe as
long as he needed, without expecting anything in return or doing anything
untoward in the process. His brother was so guileless and kind, it's what Doffy
loves about him. They're nothing alike.
After Law finishes eating, Doffy suggests he stay the night, since Roci isn't
back yet. He says Law can use the shower, he'll get some of Roci's clothes for
him to change into, and then he can use Roci's room since Doflamingo is using
the guestroom.
Law agrees, more easily this time, so Doffy picks out a t-shirt and some boxers
that look small enough they won't just slide off the kid's hips, and leaves him
in Roci's en suite. He waits in Roci's room as Law showers and changes, then
asks if Law needs anything else. Law shakes his head, fiddling with his
cellphone in one hand, so Doffy tells him to get in bed. Law does, but Doffy
doesn't leave yet, instead he sits on the edge of the bed and flicks off the
lamp on the side table.
“Does my brother know you want to sleep with him?” he asks.
“No, I don't- it's not like that.”
“I'm sure he wants to as well,” Doffy says, dismissing the denial and watching
Law in the near darkness. “You're his type. Is that why you came here tonight?”
“No,” Law says.
“It's alright, I won't tell. Do you want me to stay? I don't mind if you
pretend I'm him, if it will make you sleep easier.”
Law is silent, and to Doffy it seems obvious he wants to say yes but can't
bring himself to admit it. He gets into Roci's bed with him, and after a moment
pulls Law into his arms.
Law stiffens, but doesn't move away. Doffy strokes a hand down his back, over
Roci's shirt that he's wearing, and finds the gap of warm skin exposed between
the waistband of the boxers and the ruched up shirt. He strokes over it with a
thumb, and slowly Law relaxes.
He half expects the kid to just fall asleep, which he wouldn't mind, he'd slip
into those boxers anyway, but after a few minutes of silence Law shifts closer.
Doffy slides his hand under the shirt, smoothing over Law's warm back, and
feels Law sigh and move in more. He kisses Law's forehead, just a gentle brush
of his lips, and Law murmurs, “Roci...”
So he dips down and kisses Law softly on the mouth, pulling him in. Law parts
his lips easily for Doffy's tongue, and in no time the last of his shyness has
vanished. He presses against Doffy's chest insistently, and Doffy can feel the
kid hardening against his thigh, so he pushes his leg between Law's and reaches
down to grab the kid's ass and pull him up firm against himself.
Law gasps, his hips stutter before he's grinding forward, and Doffy pushes him
down against the bed, rolling on top of him.
“Law,” he says, letting his voice be a little huskier and softer than usual.
It's more like his brother's that way, he knows.
“Yes, Roci please,” Law says, almost in a moan. Fuck he sounds hot, begging for
Roci like that. Doffy thinks anyone would have to be crazy not to get this kid
in bed, using any means necessary.
He just ruts against Law for a few good long minutes, kissing him open mouthed
and letting him rub up against him, getting harder and more turned on, before
he does anything more. Then he slides a hand up Law's shirt, thumbing over a
peaked nipple before rolling it between his fingers and pinching hard.
Law moans into his mouth and twists under him. Sensitive, Doffy likes that.
He'd put money on the kid being able to come just from having a cock in his
ass. So he pushes Law's shirt up and sets into using both hands to play with
his chest, rubbing and flicking and pulling on the hard points until Law is
squirming and gasping, saying, “Please, please touch me...” Maybe Law could
come just from having his nipples played with? Doffy would love to find out,
but later. First things first.
He quickly divests Law of the shirt and shorts he had put on fifteen minutes
ago, and pushes his legs apart before getting a hand on his cock. It fits right
in his palm, hot and hard, the tip wet enough that his thumb glides when he
swipes over it. He fists Law roughly, making the kid keen and his hips jerk up.
God, fucking perfect. Almost no effort and Law was coming apart right in front
of him, like he'd never been touched in his life.
Which.. hadn't he? Though it's hard for Doffy to believe a kid this cute has
never been fucked. Not everyone was as sweet as his brother, surely someone had
gotten there first. That would just be too good to be true.
He sits back on his heels and trails fingers behind Law's balls, just grazing
over the kid's hole.
“Have you done this with anyone before?”
Law shakes his head, eyes closed. How wonderful.
He grabs Law by the wrist, and brings the kid's hand down to his cock, having
him stroke it from base to tip before making him hold still and let Doffy
thrust leisurely against him. “And you want it?”
“Yes,” Law breathes. “Roci-”
“No,” Doffy says, cutting him off short. “I'm going to fuck you, not him.
Doffy. Say it.” Pretending to be Roci is fun and all, but if he's going to be
this kid's first he wants Law to remember exactly who he is.
Law's eyes snap open, still pale even in the dark, meeting his. “Doffy.”
“That's right,” he affirms with a sharp grin, releasing Law's wrist in favor of
getting a hand under his knee and arranging his legs wider.
Then he bends over and licks up Law's cock, sucking off the precome leaking
from his slit, and Law jerks back and says, “Oh fuck, Doffy!” Doffy drags his
thumb across his own tongue and presses it to Law's hole before he swallows him
down whole.
Law's fingers scrabble over his head, failing to find purchase in his hair as
he bucks into Doffy's mouth and against his hand.
Doffy lets him squirm, sucking his cock messily and rubbing him a bit before
pushing his thumb in, making Law hiss and scrape blunt nails over Doffy's
scalp. Then Law's coming, hard and fast, spilling himself hot in Doffy's mouth.
Delicious.
Doffy swallows it all and pulls off, still working Law's ass slowly with just
his thumb. The poor little thing is shivering, muscles jumping, and he whines,
“Don't stop, don't stop, I want it-”
“Yes,” Doffy purrs, kissing the hollow of his hip and up the soft inside of his
thigh. Of course he's not going to stop, how could anyone?
He has to paw around deep in Roci's bedside table before he finds some lube.
Roci might try to hide it, but of course he has it anyway. Doffy wonders if his
brother bought it thinking one day he'd use it for Law. He'd probably have a
heart attack when he realized Doffy had beaten him to it, with his own lube, in
his own bed.
Law is already getting hard again by the time Doffy slicks up his fingers and
puts two into him. The brat is tight, his ass gripping around Doffy's fingers
as he twists them and strokes inside him. It's going to feel amazing to fuck
him, he can hardly wait.
Law has his legs bent and splayed apart as far as they can spread, heels
digging into the bed. He's panting in deep breaths with his eyes screwed shut,
and his fingers are desperately clutching the pillow under his head, like he'll
fly apart if he doesn't hold on to something.
Such a perfect slut, absolutely dying for a cock in him. Doffy thinks Law might
come a second time before he's even prepped, so he wastes no time in stretching
him. Even though he's not being gentle anymore, Law doesn't seem to mind at
all, just tilts his hips forward and takes it with hitching gasps.
Finally the kid is wet and loose enough that Doffy won't have to worry about
tearing him in two with the first thrust. He pulls his fingers out and pours
more slick into his palm, using it to fist his cock until it's dripping, then
gets a hand on Law's hip as he arranges himself between Law's legs, the head of
his cock pressing thick against him.
It's not easy to get inside, Law is still too tight. Doffy holds him down to
enter with one rough push, and Law cries out, his hands flying up to grab
Doffy's shoulders.
“Too much?” Doffy asks as he rocks in deeper, with absolutely no intention of
letting up.
“No,” Law moans, now outright clinging to him with both arms.
“What do you want?” He punctuates the question with a roll of his hips, sliding
in a few more inches.
“God, keep going. Fuck me already, Doffy please-”
“You sound so sweet,” Doffy says. “Keep talking like that, and I will.”
Law can't seem to shut up even if he wanted to, though he's reduced to wordless
begging as soon as Doffy really gets started with him. He moans and cries the
whole time, most of it right into Doffy's ear, though Doffy doesn't really
mind. Law's ass is hot and greedy around his cock, squeezing like it's trying
to milk him dry, feeling much dirtier than any virgin as a right to be. Doffy
almost can't believe his good luck tonight.
He fucks Law hard and heavy, keeping him still with both hands on his hips so
the steady pace won't shove him up the bed. After a minute he dips down to
nuzzle at Law's neck before setting in with his teeth, biting and sucking him
from shoulder to jaw, leaving bruises dark enough that they'll still be there
when Roci returns in a few days.
Law throws his head back when he does that, voice going ragged, and Doffy can
feel every sound with his mouth on Law's throat. It makes the boy come a second
time, wailing like he's being fucked to death.
Doffy doesn't stop even as Law goes pliant and lax underneath him, not until
he's coming, leaving his mark deep inside.
When he finishes and pulls out Law is so dazed he barely seems conscious,
though he mumbles something unintelligible when Doffy asks if he's alright.
Doffy cleans him up as best he can in the dark with tissues, and when he lies
down in bed again Law cuddles right up to his side, tucking in against his
shoulder and falling asleep immediately.
Doffy figures yeah, he's alright.
“There's no goddamn way a little slut like you is still a virgin,” he says in
the morning, when he wakes up to Law climbing on top of him and rubbing a hard
on into his hip.
“I was, until last night,” Law murmurs, smoothing both hands over Doffy's chest
and nipping at his jawline, still grinding against him.
“I don't think I believe you.” But he gets one hand cupped around the back of
Law's neck to hold him in place for a kiss, and reaches down to fondle his ass
with the other.
They spend the morning fucking in bed, only pausing when it's late enough that
Doffy's stomach is growling, then start right back up again after lunch. Law's
stamina is good, he's young after all, and he's insatiable, like he's making up
for a lot of lost time. Even when Doffy finally gets to the point where he
needs a break, Law wants to fuck himself on Doffy's fingers and have his chest
licked and bitten.
Roci doesn't have any toys, not even something tame like a vibrator (Doffy's
already looked everywhere, nothing), and it would take too long to go out and
get something. Really, he has no choice but to devote every ounce of his energy
into keeping the brat satisfied. He only leaves the house once, to buy more
lube.
He teaches Law just the right way to suck his cock, and how to keep a perfect
rhythm riding him, and tests his limits of flexibility by fucking him in every
position he can think of. He knows a lot of positions, so it takes the whole
weekend to make sure Law is well-versed in all of them.
Roci returns on Monday afternoon, while Law is in bed sleeping off the latest
round, and Doffy is lounging in the sitting room, trying to finally finish the
Sunday crossword puzzle before Law wakes up and distracts him in the middle of
it for a fourth time.
Roci is carrying his suitcase down the hall when he finds him, and huffs. “How
did you get in? I thought I'd changed the locks.”
“Yes, that was quite rude. Though if you really don't want me to come over, you
should consider using a locksmith that doesn't accept bribes.”
“That's not the problem,” Roci sighs, and keeps walking.
Doffy folds up the paper and follows him into the kitchen, where Roci sets down
his suitcase and goes to check the fridge, making a small noise of irritation
when he finds it almost empty.
“You should make a trip to the store,” Doffy suggests, taking a seat at the
island counter. He'd had to rely on ordering delivery food all of yesterday,
just so he wouldn't starve to death. Fucking Law was hungry work.
“I should install an alarm system,” Roci says. He gets a glass out of one of
his cabinets and fills it at the sink.
“Don't be like that, it's a good thing I was here. You wouldn't believe who
stopped by.”
Roci pauses mid sip, and swallows carefully. “Who?”
Doffy smiles, slow and wide. “Trafalgar Law.” He almost laughs at the way
Roci's eyes widen a fraction before his face goes dark. It's difficult to truly
upset his brother over anything lately, so that confirms for a fact his brother
is indeed sweet on Law.
“Can't imagine why you haven't mentioned him before, he seems to know you
fairly well. He needed a place to stay, ran away from home or something. I'm
sure he'll tell you the whole story himself, he wasn't exactly forthcoming
about the details...” Doffy trails off as he scrutinizes Roci's expression.
Law's sob story seems to have done the trick, or at least Roci isn't ready to
cut his balls off just yet, so he keeps going in that direction.
“Anyhow, I assumed you wouldn't mind me setting him up here while you were
gone. The poor thing had nowhere else to go.” It's not really a lie, in fact it
might even be true. He hadn't actually bothered to ask whether Law had
somewhere to go besides Roci's house. There hadn't been much of a point in
knowing to begin with, since he wouldn't be letting Law go anywhere else once
he got the kid behind closed doors.
Roci looks caught between outrage and concern, but either way he's fuming. “Why
didn't you call me?” he bites out, in short clipped syllables.
Doffy gives him a lazy shrug. “I thought you might enjoy a nice surprise when
you came home.”
“If you did anything to him-”
“Hardly,” Doffy says, cutting him off before he says something Doffy will have
to lie through his teeth to answer. Even though he's an excellent liar, Roci
has developed an annoyingly accurate intuition over the years, and can somehow
tell when he's spinning complete fiction. These days Doffy is careful to speak
in only partial truths. “The brat is perfectly fine, feel free to check. He's
in your room.”
Roci is glaring at him, extremely suspicious, though he sets down his glass of
water without a word and leaves the kitchen to go confirm Doffy's story with
his own eyes.
Doffy follows him to the master bedroom, already grinning in anticipation of
Roci's reaction of what he'll find.
Law is still asleep, curled up under the sheets, his hair sticking out from the
pillows he's buried his face into. It's plain to see he's naked, his bare
shoulders are dark against the bed linens, and the room stinks of sex.
Roci's quiet displeasure is rolling off him in waves, he doesn't even look at
Doffy before hurrying over to the bedside.
“Law,” he says, softly, but cut with steel. He reaches out, but hesitates
before touching the boy. “Law?”
Doffy leans against the door frame and crosses his arms, stopping short of
rolling his eyes. Roci was always too cautious, not aggressive enough. That's
why the things he wanted were always stolen right from under his nose. Usually
by Doffy.
Law lifts his head, relaxed and drowsy. “Roci? You're back.”
“Yes. Are you alright? Did he do anything to you?”
Law smirks, and something smug and satisfied settles in Doffy's chest at the
sight. “Nothing I didn't want him to do.”
“What-”
“I was waiting for you, though,” Law adds, and sits up, the sheet pooling down
to his hips.
“That, I don't, I really-” Roci is stammering. It's quite cute how quick he's
caught off-guard by a naked teenager in his bed, a naked teenager who is
flirting shamelessly with him.
“That's not wrong, is it?” Law asks, assuming a perfectly heartbreaking
expression, a little wounded, a little hopeful.
Doffy knows better than to believe that face. He has no delusions left about
Law's innocence after having rimmed the little slut until his jaw ached, but
it's still impressive. The kid is good.
Roci looks straight into Law's eyes though, like a fool, and Doffy can tell the
exact moment he becomes lost. That idiot, he's already in love with the boy. He
makes a few more half-hearted protests, until Law takes his hand to tug him in
for a kiss.
Doffy just watches them from the doorway. True love's first kiss. It's so sweet
and tender it could make one's stomach turn.
Then Law hooks an arm around Roci's neck and pulls him into bed.
Roci goes easily, bending over Law and propping himself up on his elbow, trying
not to squish the kid. They're murmuring gentle nonsense at each other, like,
“I missed you,” and “I wanted to see you,” in between kisses.
Doffy is ready to grab his brother and show him exactly how it's done after a
few minutes where Roci still hasn't touched Law anywhere below his shoulders,
but Law beats him to it, twining his fingers with Roci's and moving their hands
down his side to settle on his hip. Then Law tilts his head back a little and
guides Roci's mouth to his neck, and starts plucking open the buttons on Roci's
shirt while Roci is otherwise occupied.
The little minx has Roci so wrapped up in it that he doesn't even seem to
notice he's kissing over all the marks Doffy had left for him to find, or when
Law finishes with the buttons and pushes his shirt off his shoulders before
getting to work on his fly.
Law is saying something, not quite loud enough to be heard from the doorway, so
Doffy goes further into the room and takes a seat on the dressing chair by
Roci's bureau. He has a much better view this way, which Law seems to notice,
if the way he turns to meet Doffy's eyes before stretching out long and lean
underneath Roci, parting his legs around Roci's hips, is any indication.
“Roci, Roci I want you,” Law says, slipping a hand into the front of Roci's
slacks. “I waited, so please, with me...”
His voice is low, warmer than velvet. If Roci refused at this point Doffy might
finally concede his brother was simply too pure to give in to temptation.
Luckily for him, and for Law as well, Roci's sole weakness seems to be the
willing young slut underneath him. He groans, helpless with his mouth against
Law's neck, and finally sinks down to thrust against Law's palm.
“Yes, please Roci,” Law sighs, and Doffy can see his wrist flexing as he works
Roci's cock a bit more before pulling back and shoving Roci's pants down.
Roci finds Law's mouth again, making it that much more difficult for Law to get
his clothes off. He's so distracted he hardly seems to realize Law is trying to
fuck him.
It's both frustrating and endlessly amusing for Doffy to watch, knowing how
greedy Law can be when he wants something. He can tell the brat is losing
patience by the insistent way his legs close around Roci's hips, threading his
fingers into Roci's hair to kiss him deeper.
Eventually though, Law just gives up on Roci making any progress on his own. He
sets a heel into the mattress and pushes at his shoulder, rolling Roci off and
onto his back, not an easy feat considering Roci, like Doffy, has more than
half a foot of height on the kid, and a weight advantage to match. But Law
manages it, and straddles Roci's stomach right away, grabbing the bottle of
lube that's been leaking on Roci's nightstand.
“Are you- we don't have to, I can wait,” Roci says, one last ditch effort, for
his own sake or Law's Doffy's unable to tell.
All Law says is, “I can't,” and then he has Roci cock out and slicked up, and
is sinking down onto it with a perfectly blissful, angelic expression.
Doffy has seen his brother get sucked off a few times before, and fuck someone
once or twice. It was the kind of thing that wound up happening more often
before Roci learned to stop going to parties with him, and to not drink
anything Doffy gave him. Doffy had his own partners to busy himself with in
those situations, so he didn't get many opportunities to watch.
Now he can drink in the view with pleasure.
Law looks gorgeous grinding slow and languid on Roci's cock. His eyes are
closed, lips parted, a faint line of concentration creasing his brow, like he's
savoring every inch. And Roci just gazes up at him reverently, doing nothing
else but resting his hands on Law's thighs and letting the boy fuck himself.
Law opens his eyes to meet Roci's then leans down to kiss him again, cupping
Roci's face with one hand and bracing the other on the bedframe, not stopping
the smooth rhythm of his hips for a second.
It's all disgustingly sweet, much different than anything Law had done with him
over the past few days, but it's still hot. Doffy sits back and spreads his
legs, palming over his crotch before undoing his jeans.
The sound of the zipper catches Roci's attention and he turns, startled. “What
the hell, Doffy!”
“Don't mind me,” Doffy says, grinning.
“You- christ!”
Law is smiling too. “It's fine,” he says, and kisses the side of Roci's mouth.
“He can watch.”
“It's not fine,” Roci insists. “Doffy get out!”
“But I was just getting started. Keep going, I won't interrupt.”
Roci tries to sit up, but Law just rocks his hips and moans as he's shifted
around in Roci's lap, then wraps both arms around Roci's neck and kisses him,
and Roci quickly forgets what he was doing. Doffy decides he really, really
likes this kid.
Law must enjoy an audience because he makes short work of getting them off
after that, riding Roci faster and harder until he's coming, and sounding so
sweet saying Roci's name when he does it that Roci falls apart right after,
though he's much quieter about it than Law.
Doffy isn't even close to finished by the time they're done. He's been stroking
himself off with no rush, just to ease some of the pressure while enjoying the
show. When Law sinks down to lay on Roci's chest and get some more kissing
done, Doffy stands and walks over to the bed while Roci is distracted,
stripping off his shirt on the way.
Roci still has the energy to glare at him over Law's shoulder when he feels the
bed shift under Doffy's weight, but Doffy just smiles in return and runs a hand
down the smooth curve of Law's back.
“That looked very nice,” Doffy murmurs, petting over Law again. Law sighs
agreeably. “I'd like a turn.”
“No,” Roci says.
“Yes,” Law says.
Doffy smirks down at Roci. “Seems you've been outvoted.” Then he takes Law by
the hips and lifts him up onto his knees.
Roci is still glaring at him, incredulous, so he doesn't see Law turn towards
Doffy to give him a heavy-lidded look and lift two fingers, licking between
them.
Ah, this dirty little bitch... Doffy thinks he might be falling for him too,
just a bit.
Doffy takes him up on the suggestion, or maybe it's a demand, he doesn't really
care. Either way he gets Law's ass up high and leans in to lick right between
his cheeks.
Law keens immediately and tries to buck in his hands, but Doffy holds him in
place as he sets into lapping and nibbling at his hole, freshly fucked all soft
and loose, and wet with the medicinal hint of lube and Roci's bitter release.
He tongues him slow and deep and Law can't stop moaning, or trying to roll his
hips back. Doffy loves how much he loves it.
Even though he knows Law can come from only a good rimming—he's done it
before—Doffy has been hard so long he's aching. He doesn't spend too much time
before giving Law one last bite on the tender back of his thigh, and pulling
away to wipe his face off.
Roci just seems taken aback by the sight, either too shocked or appalled to
protest the fact that Doffy unashamedly ate his cum out of Law's ass,
especially with the brat shuddering and gasping on top of him, face pressed
against Roci's chest and holding onto him for dear life.
Doffy spreads a hand between Law's shoulders to keep him right there, and lines
up his cock to push in on one firm thrust. The kid has been so thoroughly and
constantly used over the past few days there's no need to prep at all, and his
ass is familiar in all the best ways, gripping him hot and audibly wet.
“Don't be so rough with him,” Roci says, pushing Doffy's hand off Law's back to
put his arm around him instead.
“What, he likes it.”
“You're going to hurt him!”
“I've been screwing him all weekend, Roci. I think I know how to do it.”
“Shut up and fuck me then,” Law snaps, shoving himself back on his hands and
knees.
Roci looks at the kid, startled. Doffy just laughs and pushes Law down again
face first to do exactly that.
He's very pleased that Law is louder when getting filled with his cock than
with Roci's, so he does his best to fuck all those sweet sounds out of him and
show Roci how it's done. It works for a while, and his brother makes the most
amusing faces when he's angry and turned on, but then Roci figures out Law is
more interested in kissing than making noise and spoils Doffy's fun.
Watching them kiss is still pretty good though. Law kisses like he's starving
for it, licking deep into Roci's open mouth until even Roci forgets he's
supposed to be mad. Doffy figures it's a decent time to try and move things
along.
He pulls Law away and Roci follows automatically, but Doffy doesn't let him
catch him. Instead he guides Law down to Roci's cock, and Roci bangs the back
of his head on the bedframe as soon as the kid gets his mouth on him.
“He's great at that, isn't he?” Doffy says.
“Oh my god,” Roci says, biting his lip, his eyes sliding closed and one hand
coming up to cradle the back of Law's head.
It's difficult not to come just from the sight, especially since his brother
looks like he's in heaven with Law deep-throating him. They've never shared
anybody before (not for lack of trying on Doffy's part), but if anybody could
make Roci see the point of it, it'd be Law.
The kid is obviously having the time of his life too, moaning around Roci's
cock, arching his back and rocking his hips to meet Doffy's thrusts, taking
both of them like such a perfect slut. He comes before either of them, spilling
onto the sheets without being touched, making a racket even with his mouth
occupied, his ass flexing wonderfully tight.
Doffy fucks him through it, hard enough that he chokes, and that's what makes
Roci jerk up and try to get Law to stop, but he's already coming, curling over
Law's head as the kid happily drinks it all down.
Doffy pulls out and it only takes a few quick strokes to paint Law's back with
his cum. Law is busy kissing up Roci's stomach, and as soon as Doffy lets go of
him he climbs into Roci's lap to reach his mouth.
“You're so good, so good,” he's murmuring against Roci's lips, pressing full up
against him and framing his face with both hands so Roci can't get away from
being smothered with affection.
Doffy sits back, propping up his hands behind himself on the bed, watching them
with a lazy smile. It's nice when everything comes together and everybody's
happy. He gets up to leave them to it after a minute, padding to Roci's
bathroom to clean himself up a bit and run a washcloth under the tap, then
brings that back out to the bedroom to wipe his cum off Law.
Law pays him no mind, he has his face tucked neatly between Roci's neck and
shoulder and he might already be asleep again, but Roci watches him warily.
He drops the washcloth on the floor and flops down onto his back next to them,
reaching over to pat the kid's ass fondly. “He's great. Aren't you glad you
didn't wait for him to turn eighteen?”
Roci just gives him a sour look.
Doffy smirks. “You can thank me later. Where did you find him?”
Roci brushes his hand off Law's backside. “Get out already, Doffy. You've made
your point.”
“What point is that, hm? The kid's cute. I like him, you like him, he obviously
likes us. No sinister motives necessary.”
“He's only seventeen, and he just ran away from home. You took advantage of
him.”
“Saint Roci,” Doffy sighs. “He wouldn't have waited for you forever, but you'd
rather let him get away than do anything slightly immoral. This way your
conscience is clear.”
“As if you know anything about having a conscience,” Roci says dryly. “Or
morals.”
“I could have just kept him to myself you know, but I wanted to do you a favor.
So shut up and enjoy it or I'll change my mind.” Doffy has made a lot of empty
threats where Roci was concerned, but if his brother truly refused to
appreciate the kid because it would be 'taking advantage,' he had no intention
of doing the same.
Roci rolls his eyes, but cuddles Law a little closer anyway.
Doffy wakes up to the soft sounds of kissing, and Roci's hand moving wetly on
Law's cock. He has no doubt the kid instigated it as soon as he was awake
again, and he doesn't mind not being the one Law chose to occupy himself with.
Honestly, now that Roci is here he appreciates the extra sleep.
Since he's up though... he bats Roci's hand away so he can take care of Law
with his mouth, teasing the brat until he's hissing curses and trying to fuck
his face. Once that's finished, he sits up and gives Roci a pointed look. “You
want his ass or his mouth this time?”
Roci frowns at him. “Give it a rest. I'm going to get dinner.”
“Great,” Doffy says, tugging Law over to him. “I'll keep him warm for you.”
Law smirks and drapes an arm around Doffy's neck, letting himself be kissed and
have his sides stroked while Roci gets out of bed and washes up in the
bathroom. But when Roci comes back and starts getting dressed, Law pushes him
away. “I'm going too. I'm hungry.”
Doffy huffs. “Fine, dinner.” Law hasn't left the house or worn more than a
towel in about three days. He supposes any longer and the neighbors might start
to suspect Roci is keeping an underage prostitute.
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