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Weekend morning sunlight lazily seeped through the gap in the curtains, drawing a thin golden line on the floor.
Law woke up.
He opened his eyes but didn't move immediately. Every inch of his body told him he was firmly entangled by a large creature-a heavy arm around his waist, an even heavier leg across his legs, a warm chest pressed against his, and a fuzzy head buried in the hollow of his neck.
Shanks was still asleep.
His breathing was even and long, warm puffs of air landing steadily on Law's neck. That head of soft red hair brushed against his chin, the ends occasionally trembling with each breath, brushing against his skin and bringing a faint, barely-there itch.
Law turned his head slightly to look at the sleeping face so close to his own.
When Shanks slept, his brows were relaxed, without that crazy burst of energy he had when awake. He looked quiet and harmless. His lashes were long, casting a small shadow beneath his eyes. The corner of his mouth held a faint, unconscious smile-probably dreaming of something good.
Then-
A sharp, itchy sensation came from his neck.
Shanks unconsciously rubbed against him in his sleep, his chin pressing against Law's collarbone. The stubble that had grown overnight scraped across Law's skin like a fine little brush.
Sss.
Law inhaled softly, trying to pull back, but his waist was held too tightly. That stubble rubbed again, this time against his Adam's apple-itchy, tingly, and a little painful.
Law looked down at the red head still nuzzling against him and thought helplessly, this guy even burrows into people when he's asleep.
Shanks rubbed again, this time pressing his cheek against Law's neck and moving back and forth. The stubble brushed like a little brush, and soon Law's neck had faint red marks.
Itchy. And a little painful.
Law's gaze fell on Shanks's chin-grayish stubble had grown out, not long, but enough to be prickly. Usually Shanks kept himself well-groomed, carefully shaving every morning, then coming over with a fresh face to ask for a good morning kiss. But last night they'd stayed up late; this guy was probably too tired and just fell asleep, completely forgetting about it.
Law stared at that stubble, and a thought suddenly occurred to him.
What did Shanks look like without the stubble?
They'd been together this long, of course he'd seen Shanks right after shaving-clean, fresh, his skin smooth as a young man's when he leaned in to kiss him. But those were just everyday moments; he'd never looked carefully, seriously.
If he shaved it all off clean, would he look younger? Would it reveal some expression usually hidden by the stubble? Would he-
The head in his arms rubbed again, this time directly against Law's lips.
Law froze.
That stubble brushed across his lips, the rough texture carrying a burning heat, like a little brush sweeping across his heart. The itch spread from his lips to his chest, then throughout his body, making him stiffen for a moment.
Then the culprit let out a satisfied little hum in his sleep and burrowed deeper into Law's neck.
Law looked down at him, at that defenseless sleeping face, at that stubble that made him both itchy and uncomfortable. Suddenly, a strange impulse surged within him.
He wanted to shave it off.
Not out of disgust or impatience, but out of a sudden, inexplicable urge to do something himself. He wanted to see what that face looked like beneath the stubble. He wanted to see Shanks while he shaved him. He wanted to see-
He wanted to see what expression this man, who was usually so bright and passionate, who so naturally rubbed against him shouting "my Law," would have while being handled by him.
Law felt his cheeks warm at the thought.
But he didn't hesitate.
He raised his hand and gently pinched Shanks's nose.
No reaction.
He pinched again, a little harder this time.
Shanks's brow furrowed, his mouth opened, and he started breathing through his mouth. But he still didn't wake up, just breathed a little heavier, his body shifting uncomfortably, holding Law even tighter.
Seeing him like this, the corner of Law's mouth lifted uncontrollably. He reached out again and pinched Shanks's cheek.
That face was usually so bright, smiling like the sun when happy, carrying a wild charm when serious. But now, with Law pinching his cheek, the soft flesh squeezed between his fingers, he looked like a big dog getting its belly rubbed.
Law pinched again. This time the other cheek.
Shanks's brow furrowed deeper, his lips pouted, and he made a vague sound of dissatisfaction: "Mmm... Law..."
He was actually calling Law's name in his sleep.
Something in Law's heart was gently touched.
He released his grip, looking at Shanks's slightly reddened face from the pinching, at that troublesome stubble on his chin, at those still-closed eyes.
Then he reached out and gently patted Shanks's face.
"Shanks, wake up."
No reaction.
He patted again, a little harder this time: "Shanks."
Shanks's lashes fluttered slightly, then his eyes slowly opened.
Those red eyes held a trace of confusion at first, like red gems covered in morning mist. They blinked, slowly focusing on Law's face so close to his own. The confusion faded, replaced by undisguised, clear joy and dependence.
"Morning, Law." His voice was hoarse, carrying the laziness of just waking up.
He instinctively leaned in to rub his face against Law's neck-the spot he'd been rubbing all night.
The stubble scraped across Law's skin again, itchy and painful.
Law instinctively tilted his head back to avoid his rubbing, reaching up to press against his face: "Stop rubbing."
Shanks, with his face pressed, blinked, his expression confused and innocent. He didn't struggle, just looked at Law with those red eyes, like a big dog wondering why his owner was pushing him away.
Seeing him like this, that itch in Law's heart rose again.
"Get up," he said.
"Hmm?" Shanks didn't move, instead rubbing his face against Law's palm, the stubble scratching Law's hand, bringing that familiar prickly sensation. "Stay a little longer... Law feels so warm..."
"Get up." Law pinched his cheek again. "Help me with something."
Shanks's eyes lit up, like a big dog hearing a command. "What?"
Law didn't answer. He just pushed himself up, escaping from Shanks's octopus-like entanglement. Shanks immediately made dissatisfied sounds but still sat up. The blanket slid off, revealing his bare upper body-red hair messy, eyes dazed, looking both sexy and silly.
Law looked at him, the curve of his mouth impossible to suppress.
"Come to the bathroom," he said, turning and walking toward the bathroom without looking back.
Behind him came rustling sounds, then the patter of bare feet on the floor-Shanks had indeed followed.
Law entered the bathroom, took shaving cream and a razor from the cabinet. He placed them on the sink, turned around, and saw Shanks leaning against the doorframe watching him.
Bare from the waist up, wearing those dark boxers, red hair disheveled, face still marked with sleep lines. He looked at the razor in Law's hand, blinked, then smiled.
"Law's going to shave me?" he asked, pleasantly surprised.
That smile was ridiculously bright, like a big dog seeing his owner holding a toy.
Law's heart softened a bit at that smile, but his face remained impassive. He pointed at the toilet lid: "Sit down."
Shanks immediately obediently walked over and sat on the toilet lid. He sat up straight, hands on his knees, looking up at Law with sparkling eyes, like a primary school student waiting to be served.
Law walked over, stood in front of him, and looked down at him.
From this angle-Shanks sitting, him standing. Law, who was usually held from behind by Shanks, who was usually the one being rubbed against, now looked down at this man half a head taller than him, at his upturned face, those bright red eyes, and that stubble that made him so itchy and uncomfortable.
Something in his heart stirred gently.
He reached out, his fingers lightly tracing Shanks's chin.
The rough texture of stubble passed under his fingertips, like fine sandpaper. Law's fingertips slid from chin to cheek, from cheek to jawline, feeling that slightly prickly texture.
Shanks didn't move at all, just looked up at him with a grin, his eyes full of indulgence and trust, open without reservation.
Law's fingertips paused on his cheek for a moment, then gently pinched.
The corner of Shanks's mouth immediately lifted, the pinched cheek puffing out a little, looking both silly and obedient.
Law released his hand, picked up the shaving cream, squeezed some into his palm, rubbed his hands together, and spread the white foam on Shanks's chin.
The foam was very soft, cool, with a faint mint scent. Law's fingers, covered in foam, started from Shanks's chin and slowly spread upward, covering that patch of grayish stubble. His movements were slow and gentle, his fingertips circling on Shanks's skin, spreading the foam evenly.
Shanks didn't move at all, just looked up at him. Those red eyes were full of laughter, incredibly bright, narrowing slightly with Law's movements like a big dog being petted.
"Comfortable?" Law asked, his voice unconsciously softening.
"Mhm." Shanks responded, his voice a little muffled because he was trying so hard not to move. "Law's hands are so soft."
Law's fingers paused for a moment, then continued spreading. He covered Shanks's entire chin and cheeks with foam, leaving only those bright red eyes and straight nose exposed. That face covered in foam looked like Santa Claus, or a big white fluffy dog.
Looking at it, the corner of Law's mouth lifted irresistibly.
"What are you laughing at?" Shanks asked, his voice a little muffled from not moving.
"At you." Law honestly replied, reaching out to tap his foam-covered nose. "Like Santa Claus."
Shanks blinked, then laughed too. That smile started from his eyes, curving into crescents, then spreading across his whole face. Even covered in foam, you could see that silly satisfaction.
"Then what's Law to Santa?" he asked.
Law didn't answer. He just picked up the razor and rinsed it with hot water.
"Don't move."
Shanks immediately stopped smiling and obediently stayed still, just looking at him with bright eyes.
Law leaned down, his left hand gently holding Shanks's chin, his right hand holding the razor, starting the first stroke from the edge of his cheek.
The blade slid through the foam, lifting a layer of white cream and the black stubble beneath, revealing smooth skin underneath. Law's movements were very light, very steady, like doing something that required intense focus-though this was much simpler than cooking, he was still completely concentrated.
Shanks didn't move at all, just kept following him with his eyes. When Law shaved his left cheek, he moved his eyes left; when Law shaved his right cheek, he moved them right. That look was both obedient and silly, like a big dog being groomed by its owner, trying hard to cooperate.
Law found it a little funny, but his hands didn't stop. He gently shaved along the jawline-a more sensitive spot. Shanks's Adam's apple moved, but he still didn't budge.
"Itchy?" Law asked.
"Yeah." Shanks honestly admitted. "But comfortable."
Law didn't speak, just made his movements even lighter. He shaved bit by bit, from cheeks to chin, from chin to upper lip, every spot clean. The foam was taken away piece by piece, revealing the skin beneath-slightly paler than the rest of his face, smooth as a freshly peeled egg.
When he reached the upper lip, Law stopped, gently pinched Shanks's nose.
"Pout your lips."
Shanks immediately obediently pouted, looking like a big dog waiting to be kissed. Law looked at his pouted lips, at his eyes slightly narrowed from pouting, and his heart was thoroughly overwhelmed by cuteness. He couldn't help wondering how Shanks could be so adorable.
He gently shaved the stubble on the upper lip, his movements light and steady, not daring any mistake. Shanks kept pouting the whole time, not moving at all, just looking at him with bright eyes, his lashes trembling slightly from the effort of holding still.
After finishing the upper lip, Law nodded with satisfaction, then couldn't help tapping his nose again.
Shanks blinked, the corner of his mouth lifting.
Law continued shaving. The last bit of stubble was on the tip of his chin. He held Shanks's chin, gently shaved once, and the last layer of foam was taken away, revealing smooth skin.
Done.
Law put down the razor, turned on the faucet, soaked a towel in hot water, wrung it out, and turned back.
Shanks was still obediently sitting on the toilet lid, looking up at him, his face full of eager expectation for praise.
Law leaned down and gently wiped away the remaining foam on his face with the warm towel. From forehead to cheeks, from nose bridge to chin, wiping clean bit by bit. The warmth of the towel transferred through his skin, carrying Law's body heat.
After wiping, Law stepped back and looked at the Shanks before him.
He froze.
That face-
Looked several years younger than usual.
Not the kind of deliberate youthfulness, but his true appearance after the camouflage was stripped away. The maturity that usually came with stubble was gone, replaced by a fresh, clean boyishness. The features were still the same features, the smile still the same smile, but without the stubble's concealment, those red eyes seemed brighter, the smile purer, the whole face as if washed clean, so clean you couldn't look away.
Law looked at him, something in his heart stirring gently.
So the stubble was a mask for maturity.
Beneath the mask was a face like this-sunny, fresh, defenseless, carrying a bit of youthful innocence and cleanliness unique to youth, like a little puppy not yet fully grown.
Cute little puppy.
When this word popped into Law's mind, he startled even himself.
But looking at this face before him, at those bright red eyes, at the slightly confused smile because he was being stared at, Law felt this word was almost too fitting.
Shanks, feeling a little uneasy from being stared at, reached up and touched his own chin-smooth, clean, nothing there.
"What's wrong?" he asked cautiously. "Does it look bad without the stubble?"
Law didn't answer. He just reached out and gently pinched Shanks's cheek.
That face, without the stubble, felt completely different to pinch. Soft and smooth, with that fresh, just-shaved clean feeling. Law couldn't help pinching again and again, then switched to lightly poking with his fingertip.
Shanks let him pinch his face like a plush toy, his smile growing bigger and bigger.
"Law likes it?" he asked, his voice carrying laughter and pride.
Law ignored his question and pinched his other cheek again. Then his fingers slid to his chin, gently stroking that smooth skin-no rough texture, just warm, soft texture.
He poked Shanks's nose again.
Shanks's nose was poked slightly red, but he was still smiling, his eyes incredibly bright.
Looking at him, that feeling of being overwhelmed by cuteness in Law's heart grew stronger and stronger. He couldn't help reaching out again, this time cupping Shanks's face with both hands, his thumbs gently stroking his cheeks, like holding something precious and fragile.
Shanks didn't move at all, obediently letting him hold his face, looking at him with those red eyes full of affection, filled entirely with indulgence and joy.
"Law." He called softly, his voice a little muffled because his face was being held. "You can pinch however you want."
Law's fingertips trembled slightly.
He carefully examined this clean face before him. Without the concealment of stubble, those red eyes seemed especially clear, clearly reflecting his own figure. That kind of open, unreserved, let-you-do-whatever trust, like a soft cloud, wrapped completely around Law.
He released his hands, then-
Leaned in and placed a kiss on Shanks's lips, as light as a feather brushing past.
Shanks froze for a moment, then immediately broke into a smile, brighter than before, his eyes shining like they might emit light. He instinctively wanted to lean in and return the kiss, but Law reached up and pressed against his face.
"Don't move." Law said, his voice a little hoarse. "Not clean yet."
Shanks immediately obediently stayed still, just looking at him with bright eyes, the smile at the corner of his mouth impossible to suppress.
Law picked up the towel and wiped his face again. This time very carefully, from forehead to chin, from nose bridge to behind the ears, every corner wiped clean. Shanks didn't move the whole time, just kept following him with his eyes, that look both obedient and silly, making that soft feeling in Law's heart grow stronger and stronger.
After wiping, Law put down the towel and looked down at Shanks before him.
That face was clean, radiating a soft glow in the morning light. Without the stubble's concealment, his features appeared brighter, the lines of his brows softer. Those red eyes were looking at him brightly, filled with undisguised love and dependence.
That urge to get close surged in Law's heart again.
He reached out again, gently stroking Shanks's cheek. Smooth, warm, like fine silk. His fingertips slid from cheek to chin, from chin to earlobe, finally stopping to gently pinch that earlobe.
Shanks's earlobe was very soft, felt especially good to pinch. Law couldn't help pinching a couple more times, watching that earlobe gradually turn a light pink.
Shanks let him do whatever, his eyes narrowing slightly, like a big dog being petted. He even tilted his head slightly, rubbing his cheek against Law's palm, letting out satisfied hums from his throat.
Seeing him like this, the curve of Law's mouth was impossible to suppress. He released the earlobe and instead gently stroked Shanks's cheek with his fingertips, again and again, like stroking some precious treasure.
Shanks, comfortable under his touch, went completely soft. He tilted his face up, eyes half-closed, lips slightly parted, that satisfied and dependent look making that soft feeling in Law's heart grow stronger and stronger.
"Law." Shanks called softly, his voice a little floaty from comfort. "You're making me feel so good."
Law didn't speak, just kept his hands moving. His fingertips slid from Shanks's cheek to between his brows, gently rubbing there.
Shanks's brows relaxed completely, smoothing out. He let out another satisfied hum and naturally leaned closer to Law.
Law caught his shoulder, looking down at him. That face was so close, clean, fresh, carrying that just-shaved boyishness. Those red eyes were looking at him brightly, filled completely with nothing but him.
Law's heart stirred, and he leaned in again, kissing his lips.
This time wasn't the light touch of a dragonfly skimming water, but a gentle, lingering kiss. His lips pressed against Shanks's lips, gently rubbing, not rushing to deepen, just pressing like this, feeling that soft texture and warm breath.
Shanks froze for a moment, then immediately responded. He didn't move, just slightly parted his lips, letting Law kiss him, occasionally letting out satisfied hums from his throat.
After kissing for a while, Law pulled back slightly, looking into Shanks's eyes.
Those red eyes were full of laughter and love, incredibly bright. Shanks's lips were slightly red from the kissing, looking even softer.
Law couldn't help leaning in again, this time gently kissing his upper lip, then his lower lip, again and again, like a bird pecking.
Shanks, ticklish from the pecking, couldn't help laughing. That laughter was trapped in his throat, carrying that just-woken-up hoarseness and satisfaction, sounding especially moving.
"Law." He laughed, calling out. "You're pecking me."
Law didn't stop, kissing the corner of his mouth again. "Mm-hmm."
"Like a little bird."
Law pecked his nose. "Then what are you?"
Shanks thought for a moment, then seriously said: "A big dog. A big dog being pecked by a little bird."
Law was amused by him, the curve of his mouth impossible to suppress. He reached out and pinched Shanks's cheek, poked between his brows, finally sliding his fingers to his chin and gently lifting.
Shanks obediently tilted his head back, revealing his long neck and defined jawline. The freshly shaved skin was smooth and clean, radiating a soft glow in the morning light.
Law placed a light kiss on his chin.
Shanks's Adam's apple moved, letting out a low sigh.
"Law." He called softly, his voice even hoarser than before.
"What?"
"You're making me want to..."
Law looked up at him. Those red eyes held that familiar flame, but even more were tenderness and dependence. Shanks looked at him, his eyes writing clearly "want" and "want more."
Law reached out and lightly tapped his nose. "Want what?"
Shanks blinked, then smiled. That smile carried a hint of slyness and a hint of pitifulness, like a big dog wanting a meaty bone but not daring to say it directly.
"Want you to keep kissing me." He honestly admitted.
Law looked at that face-too clean, too young, too cute-and that soft feeling in his heart swelled until his chest ached.
He couldn't help leaning in again, this time kissing him deeply.
Shanks immediately responded, his arms circling Law's waist, pulling him closer. The two of them stood like that in the bathroom, morning light streaming through the window, warming and bright.
They kissed for a long time before separating. Shanks's breathing was a little rapid, his eyes incredibly bright, the smile on his face impossible to suppress. He whined playfully, "Law. You haven't said it yet."
"Said what?"
"Say you like me." Shanks dragged out his words. "I said it, but you haven't."
Law looked at his expectant red eyes, at his face that looked especially childish after shaving, wearing that playful expression.
He reached out and gently pinched Shanks's chin, scolding him affectionately: "Idiot."
Shanks blinked, waiting with a grin.
The corner of Law's mouth lifted slightly, then he leaned in and quickly kissed his lips, whispering against them, "Like you. Like you most."
Shanks's eyes instantly lit up like two little suns. He let out a sound, pulling Law into his arms, burying his face in his neck and rubbing vigorously.
"I knew it!" His muffled voice came from Law's neck. "Law likes me most!"
Law, ticklish from the rubbing, couldn't suppress the curve of his mouth. He reached up and rubbed the back of Shanks's head, pinched his nape, and said amusedly, "Alright, get up. Time for breakfast."
"No." Shanks continued acting spoiled. "Hold a little longer."
Law looked down at the fuzzy red head in his arms, at that soft red hair rubbing against his chin, and that soft feeling in his heart surged up again.
He reached out and gently pinched Shanks's cheek again.
Shanks lifted his head from his neck, looking at him with a triumphant grin. "Law. You pinched me so many times just now."
Law's fingers paused for a moment, then continued casually rubbing his hair. "...So?"
"I like it." Shanks said, his voice carrying satisfied laughter. "Pinch me more."
Law looked at his face, smiling like a little puppy, and a thought suddenly occurred to him-
From now on, he should shave him every week.
Not for anything else.
Just to see this cute face.
Just to see that indulgent and happy expression when he pinched him.
Just for moments like this-this morning, these two of them.
He reached out again and lightly poked between Shanks's brows.
Shanks, poked, leaned back slightly, but quickly leaned in again, forehead against Law's forehead, nose rubbing against Law's nose.
"Law." He said softly. "Let's not do anything else this morning. Just stay like this, okay?"
Law looked at the expectation and dependence in his eyes. He released his hands, then wrapped them around Shanks's neck again, burying his face in his neck, saying with unconscious indulgence, "Okay."
Shanks immediately tightened his arms, holding him even closer. His bare chest pressed against Law's body, their heartbeats transmitting through skin, steady and strong.
The sunlight grew brighter and brighter, streaming through the window onto the two embracing figures. The bathroom was very quiet, only their breathing and occasional soft conversation.
Law closed his eyes, feeling Shanks's body temperature, feeling his fingers gently stroking his back. He thought, this was what he wanted. Not earth-shattering romance, not world-shaking vows. Just this ordinary, warm, love-filled morning. Just being together like this with him.
Shanks with his shaved face was like an obedient, cute little puppy. But his Shanks, with or without stubble, was his.
All of him.
However, someone seemed unsatisfied with just holding like this.
Law was enjoying the peace with his eyes closed when he suddenly felt the person in his arms start to move restlessly. Shanks had been quietly holding him, but now he began to rub against him slightly-not the spoiled rubbing from before, but a slow, ambiguous grinding with a clearer intention.
That bare, burning body pressed against Law, from chest to abdomen, every inch of skin transmitting scorching heat. And a certain part's reaction, separated only by the thin layer of their clothes, was becoming increasingly impossible to ignore.
Law opened his eyes.
Shanks was looking at him, those red eyes now containing more than just tenderness and dependence. A fiercer flame burned there, incredibly bright, yet carrying a hint of cautious questioning-as if asking "may I?"
"Shanks." Law called him, his voice calm.
"What?" Shanks responded, but his body didn't stop. He pressed closer, pressing that burning body even tighter against Law, that certain part pressing against Law's lower abdomen through their clothes, rubbing slowly.
Law's breathing paused slightly.
Shanks's face was inches away. That freshly shaved face was clean, too young, too cute. Now those red eyes were looking at him brightly, filled with desire and expectation, and a hint of grievance-like a big dog ignored by its owner, wanting to get close but not daring to be too presumptuous.
Law looked at him, at this face that made his heart melt completely, and that thought of "time to make breakfast" was instantly swept away.
He reached out and gently pinched Shanks's cheek, asking amusedly, "What do you want?"
Shanks blinked, then honestly said: "Want... want to get close with Law."
"Aren't we getting close now?"
"Not this kind of close." Shanks's voice was a little muffled, and he rubbed forward again, this movement more explicit. "That kind of close."
Law's breathing became unsteady from the rubbing, but his eyes were still fixed on that face. That clean, young face, slightly flushed from desire, looked both cute and alluring, making it impossible to look away.
He reached out again, this time cupping Shanks's face with both hands, his thumbs gently stroking his cheeks.
"This kind?" He asked, his voice unconsciously low and hoarse.
Shanks looked at him, his Adam's apple moving, then slowly nodded. "Yeah... and..."
He didn't finish, because Law took the initiative to lean in and kiss him.
This kiss was different from before. Deeper, hotter, carrying clear response and permission. Shanks froze for a moment, then immediately responded passionately, tightening his arms, pulling Law closer, his tongue exploring, intertwining with Law's.
As they kissed passionately, Shanks's hands began to wander restlessly. From Law's back sliding to his waist, from waist to hips, gently kneading through the thin fabric of his home clothes. His body kept rubbing, that bare, burning body like a flame, trying to ignite Law too.
Law, weakened by the rubbing, his reason still struggling, slightly pushed back from Shanks's lips, gasping: "Back to the bedroom..."
Shanks's eyes instantly lit up incredibly. Without another word, he scooped Law up in his arms—a movement he'd done countless times, as familiar as eating and drinking.
Law, held in his arms, looked at his face, even brighter from excitement. Sunlight streamed through the bathroom window, coating him in a warm golden light. His freshly shaved face was clean and fresh, his brows curved, smiling like a child who'd received the best gift in the world.
Cute.
So cute.
Law couldn't help reaching out and gently pinching his cheek again.
Shanks, pinched, smiled even bigger. He lowered his head, gave Law a loud kiss on the lips, then strode toward the bedroom.
"Law." He called as he walked, his voice carrying laughter and desire. "The way you looked at me just now, I couldn't take it anymore."
Law didn't speak, just wrapped his arms around his neck and buried his face in it.
Shanks's neck was very warm, carrying his unique scent, mixed with the fresh mint of just-shaving. Law took a deep breath, then pressed his lips to his skin, gently kissing him.
Shanks's steps paused, letting out a low sigh from his throat, carrying a dangerous warning: "...You're making me unable to control myself."
Law didn't answer, just kissed his neck again, then gently licked that patch of skin.
Shanks completely lost control. He rushed into the bedroom in three steps, gently placed Law on the bed, and pounced.
Morning light streamed through the gap in the curtains, casting dappled light and shadow on them. Shanks's bare upper body radiated a honey-colored sheen in the light, his muscles smooth and powerful. He propped himself above Law, looking down at him, those red eyes filled with love and desire, incredibly bright.
"Law." He called softly, his voice hoarse and gentle.
Law reached up, gently stroking his face. That clean, young face, slightly flushed with desire, was right before him now, beautiful enough to make his heart ache. His fingertips slid from cheek to between his brows, from between brows to nose tip, finally stopping at his lips, gently stroking.
Shanks's lips were very soft, now slightly parted, his breath hot. He gently bit Law's fingertip, his tongue sweeping across, bringing a tingling sensation.
Law's breath caught, his voice also becoming low, "Shanks, if you're going to do it, just do it quickly."
Shanks laughed, that smile brighter than the sunlight outside. He leaned down, kissing Law's lips, while his hands began unbuttoning Law's home clothes.
Clothes were removed, skin touched skin, temperatures merged. Shanks's movements were gentle yet urgent, his kisses landing on Law's lips, chin, neck, collarbone, moving downward, leaving burning marks everywhere. His hands also roamed Law's body, stroking his waist, his abdomen, every inch he wanted to touch.
Law, weakened by the kisses, his hands not idle either. He stroked Shanks's back, under that smooth skin were firm muscles, rising and falling with Shanks's movements. His fingers traced the dip of his spine, feeling every shudder of that body under his palm.
"Law..." Shanks looked up, his eyes incredibly bright. "Does it feel good?"
Law looked at this face that softened his heart, that was cute, now especially vivid with desire, and murmured a soft response.
Shanks immediately showed a childishly bright smile. He leaned down again, kissed Law's lips once more, then continued his work.
The sunlight grew brighter and brighter, scattering over the rumpled sheets and intertwined figures. The air was thick with the scent of passion, mixed with the lingering mint of shaving cream, and the unique scent of the two of them.
Shanks's movements grew faster, his breathing more urgent. He buried his face in Law's neck, his burning breath spraying onto Law's skin, bringing wave after wave of tingling. His lips pressed against Law's neck, unconsciously kissing, licking, occasionally gently biting, leaving faint red marks.
Law's hands tightly gripped his back, his fingertips sinking into those firm muscles. He turned his head slightly, looking at that red head buried in his neck, at that soft red hair trembling slightly with their movements, and that soft feeling in his heart swelled until his chest ached.
"Shanks." He called his name softly, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.
Shanks looked up at him. Those red eyes were filled with passion and love, and a trace of confusion-as if immersed in desire, yet always attentive to Law's reaction.
Law reached up, gently stroking his face. That face, flushed with passion, brows relaxed, lips slightly parted, looked both sexy and cute.
"It's okay." Law said, his thumb gently stroking his cheek, comforting him. "Continue."
Shanks blinked, then smiled. That smile was dazzlingly bright. He lowered his head, kissed Law's lips once, then continued his movements.
At the final climax, Shanks held Law tightly, his face buried in his neck, letting out a satisfied sigh. Law also held him tightly, his fingers threading through his sweat-damp red hair, gently stroking.
After a long time, Shanks lifted his head and looked at Law.
Those red eyes were filled with contentment and love, shining like two rubies. His face still carried the afterglow of passion, flushed with a healthy glow, his lips slightly swollen, looking both sexy and cute.
"Law," he called softly, his voice hoarse and gentle, "I love you."
Law looked at him, at this face that made his heart melt, that was cute, now written all over with satisfaction and attachment.
He reached out and pinched Shanks's cheek affectionately, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. "I know."
Shanks smiled contentedly, lowered his head again, kissed Law's lips once, then buried his face back in the hollow of Law's neck, rubbing against it contentedly, letting out a cute little grunt.
Law closed his eyes, feeling Shanks's body temperature, feeling his sweat-damp skin against him, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat gradually synchronizing with his own.
He thought, this was what he wanted.
Being with him, every morning starting like this.
Shanks with his shaved face was like a little puppy, but in his arms, he was always the one who softened his heart, the cute one, the one he just wanted to keep spoiling.
Always.