#oversensitivity

If anything Law only spreads his legs wider, opening himself up for Rosi to explore his oversensitive sex, sliding his fingers around his labia, rubbing the pad of one finger against his dripping entrance with not quite enough pressure to breach, toying with the hood of his swollen, tender clit. Rosi's gentle in his touches, not wanting to hit "too much", but he dances close enough to it that it pulls breathy little keens and choked off whimpers from Law. Those sweet sounds are addictive; Rosi wants to hear them melt in his ears forever.

Law starts out soaked, but Rosi works him until he's absolutely flooded his pants, kissing his neck and lipping his earrings all the while. He goes until Law's worked up enough to beg Rosi to let him take his pants off and spread his legs for him properly. Not that Rosi lets him. At least, not right away. That slight restraint of having Law tangled up in his pants, the joy of seeing him debauched after going at it with such urgency that they're not even undressed, that's something they both enjoy.

Instead of pulling back to let Law shove his pants down and off, Rosi stays where he is, murmuring, "So eager for me... You're drenched without even a finger inside you, look", then pulls his hand out of Law's pants.

A distressed moan escapes Law's mouth, but he quiets quickly when Rosi holds his very wet palm to Law's mouth.

"Show me how badly you wanna get fucked". Rosi hisses when Law does just that; grabs his wrist with both hands and licks up his palm with the flat of his tongue, then fellates his fingers with a gaze that's blistering with heat.

Rosi makes an aggressive noise that's only barely not quite a snarl, then rolls Law over and pulls him up onto his knees so that he can sink into him from behind, jeans still caught around his thighs. He fucks Law breathless, until Law's clawing the sheets just so he doesn't get pushed up the bed with the force of his thrusts.

Then, when he knows that there's stars blinking in Law's vision every time he slams home, Rosi leans over and shifts their position—not hugely, but enough. He wraps one arm tight around Law's chest, holding his back to Rosi's front to brace him, so that he can free his other hand and jam it down the front of Law's pants to work his clit just a bit too hard.

Law's not at all quiet at this point. Rosi's driving deep "Ahn!" sounds out of him with every thrust. When he tugs on Law's clit though, Law screams. He tries to curl up into a ball and can't because of Rosi's hold. All he can do is shudder and clench around Rosi's cock as he's fucked through one orgasm and straight into another.

Rosi grins as he bites at Law's neck, panting praise over Law's skin, telling him he's so hot, so sweet, his perfect captain, his beloved Law... And then, because he's in a playful mood, he reminds Law that they're on a sub with very thin walls, and if he doesn't quiet down, someone else might hear him.

Law hiccups halfway through a shout, trying to bite his lip, but he can't stop the sounds spilling out of him. They change in colour and timbre, but he's still yelping and sighing and moaning—he's just also very obviously aware of it now.

"Are you getting off on that?" Rosi asks, deliberately not telling Law that he'd put up a SILENT bubble before they'd even started. "You like knowing everyone on the ship can hear me screwing you into the mattress?" He can feel Law clench down on him, shuddering through a weak echo of an orgasm at the thought.

Delighted, he laughs and press kisses to the sweaty nape of Law's neck, gleeful, because Law hasn't told him to stop. Knowing now what game they're playing, Rosi slows down his pace so that he can really purr in Law's ear while he grinds into him. "What do you think? Want me to invite the crew in to watch?"

Law starts to say something, then cuts himself off with a yelp when Rosi pulls him tight to his chest and shifts them both to their knees. The change in position alters how they're aligned, and Law's hands come up, clutching at the arm Rosi's got around his chest as he moans—while Rosi's thrusts become shallower, in exchange, he's grinding back and forth over Law's G-spot with every move he makes.

"If I hold you like this, they'll be able to see everything." Rosi slides his fingers around the seam where he and Law are joined, spreading his lips apart and exposing him just that much more. "Look at you. You sound like a cheap whore, and you're just about as loose as one. If I come in you, it's all going to leak out. Is that what you want? You want an audience to watch your messy hole gape and leak my come down your thighs?"

Law digs his nails into Rosi's forearm, then cries, "Please!"

Whatever he's begging for—mercy, depravity, or something else—it doesn't matter, because he clamps down around Rosi as another climax rolls through his body.

The force of it is too much for Rosi to bear. He tips over the edge too, squeezing Law tight as he comes, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through him.

"Fuck," Rosi pants as his orgasm eases into afterglow. He lowers the two of them down to the bed on shaking arms, careful not to drop Law, or crush him accidentally.

"Mm." Law lowers one hand to his stomach, rubbing the slight bump where come and Rosi's cock have bulged it out. "'S good." He glances down his body, then frowns.

Before Rosi can ask, Law's snapped his fingers, and his pants are on the other side of the room, replaced by…

"Is that my towel?" Rosi asks.

"I'm not using mine," Law says, wedging said towel underneath himself to sop up the worst of the mess.