Body hot and worked up, Law is roused from asteamy dream when he feels something slippery and cool intrude into him.

Lying sideways with his back against Cora-san's chest, Law gasps and clasps the sheets beneath him when the barista's lubed fingers push in, with the soft finger pads massaging lightly. His parts down there ache a bit, but it's just that he was stretched more than usual around Cora-san's cock last night.

Feet scrabbling against the bed, he notices that the duvet seems to have been flung off before he woke up, allowing the first rays of daylight to cast on their bare bodies.

"Morning, babe," Cora-san murmurs from behind. "I know you're probably sore... but can I love you one more time?"

His partner's choice of word makes Law's heart skip a beat and his ass clenches the fingers in anticipation. It's always been Law who initiated things first, but for once it's the older male who's impatient to do the smuttier stuff in their relationship, as evidence by the rigid length pressed against the back of Law's thigh.

Law tucks his legs up to allow more movement inside his ass for the fingers as well as the bigger appendage to come. The change in position is enough of an answer for the blond because next his fingers hastily prepare Law before withdrawing so he can spoon Law's body with his own larger figure. He wedges a hand underneath Law's waist to embrace him, bringing them skin to skin. Law pulls back his own ass cheek, making it easier for Cora-san to line up his morning wood.

"Put it in, put it in," he begs eagerly upon feeling the tip bump against his puckered hole. Cora-san wastes no time nudging in, and Law holds his breath until the flared crown burrows past his entrance.

Once the head of Cora-san's cock is secured inside, Law releases his bottom and reaches down where their sexes are joined, to feel the rest of the shaft plunge into him, inch by scalding inch.

"Too much?" Cora-san asks, ever so mindful of their difference in size.

Law shakes his head. No. Never too much. He could never have enough of Cora-san. Never tire of his touch. Never become weary of his warmth. Only Cora-san can quench the burning desire beneath his skin.

Cora-san grabs Law's hand and twines their fingers together as he buries his dick inside Law until his balls are squished against Law's taint. So full, Law thinks while he clutches the other's hand and wills himself to relax.

To make sure that Law is indeed slick enough, Cora-san retreats halfway and shoves into the smaller male once more. Both men groan, jaw slacking at how snug they're interlocked. Without any more concerns, Cora-san starts snapping his hips forward, no delaying the pleasure whatsoever. He must have woken up flustered like Law, body pining for more sex than sleep. There's no gradual build-up like yesterday. This round, they're both simply following their primal impulse to pursue bliss together.

This angle does wonders for Law's prostate and he instinctively cants his hips in sync. He can feel Cora-san puffing against the junction where his neck meets shoulder. "You feel so good, darling." His voice cracks around the edges. "Does it feel good for you, too?"

Law thinks of replying, but he can't articulate words at the moment, not when Cora-san's cock is ramming his prostate dead-on. Cora-san's other hand roves Law's torso, fiddling with both of his nipples until he's quaking all over.

"Cora-san... the bed... 'm gonna dirty it," Law pants into the pillow, barely coherent as his breath is knocked out of him upon each jarring thrust.

Pausing inside Law, the barista moves their conjoined bodies until they're on all fours with Cora-san mounting Law. Stooping sideways, he reaches for something beside the bed and retrieves his own t-shirt. He carelessly spreads the garment below Law then resumes rolling his hips forward. The blunt head relentlessly pounds at Law's bundle of nerves, pushing him closer to the precipice. One hand reaches down to firmly stroke the smaller male's erection. Enveloped in the heat and pressure of Cora-san's fist, Law helplessly succumbs to divine ecstasy.

"Aahhh! Cora-san~"

The barista's name peters out into a whimper as Law arches back against him, dick sputtering ropes of cum between Cora-san's curled fingers. His peak is wet and messy and perfect. The way Law's walls convulse around Cora-san cause him to moan along with Law's whines.

"Mmh... Oh, Law..."

The mellow fondness in Cora-san's voice stirs up a flux of emotions in Law's chest, and he shudders beneath Cora-san as the latter keeps on drilling his dick into him.

Wobbly from his explosive release, Law's elbows and knees buckle and he crumples onto the bed. The larger male pulls Law backward a bit so that he's astride Cora-san's lap with his arms stretched in front on the ruffled sheets, like a loyal devotee supplicating in front of a sacred deity. But in this case the object of Law's adoration is behind him, ravishing him in the way that Law has always thirsted for.

Looming above Law's back, Cora-san caresses Law from shoulders to hips, committing each little dimple to memory, before seizing the butt cheeks and parting them with his thumbs. He re-sheathes his rod inside the shorter male, and Law lets out a punched-out cry due to how deep Cora-san sinks into him in this position. Setting one hand on the bed and the other cinching Law's hipbone, the blond instantly picks up his previous pace.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Law watches how his lover grips the sheets. The tendons along his forearm flex as he pistons into Law. Rumbling ngh's tumble from his lips. Gone is the mild-mannered gentleman from last night, though Law is actually elated that he's made Cora-san lose control enough to fuck him like a real lover, not a fragile younger bed mate to be treated cautiously.

"Gonna fill you up, Law... You like that?"

"Yes, please. I want every drop!" babbles Law while bucking back against the barista, already sensing another wave roiling in his gut.

Cora-san's breath is coming out in shakier bursts, his thrusts becoming uneven. Then he slams into Law and ejaculates inside. His unstifled groans trigger off Law's dry orgasm. Eyes rolled back into their sockets, Law keens while his whole body goes into enrapturing spasms, centering on where they're connected and pulsating against each other. He feels Cora-san pulling out and fears that without something to squeeze, his second climax is going to be cut short. Instead, his partner starts leisurely dragging his still-hard cock in and out of Law, newly lubed with his own cum. The continuous stimulation sends more spikes of ecstasy throughout Law, immersing him in incomparable pleasure, the kind that leaves him buoyant as he fades in and out of awareness.

When Cora-san finally draws out, Law's rim clings to the receding length until the tip slips free. He remains half-sprawled over Cora-san's lap, too exhausted to shift elsewhere. Large hands help turn him over.

"That good, huh?" the deep voice snickers. "Glad to know I haven't lost my touch."

Law mumbles an unintelligible response and lets Cora-san use the unfortunate t-shirt to mop his front.

Then Law's stomach pronounces its presence by gurgling noisily.

"Damn, I really did wear you out. Afraid I can only make sandwiches for you, though. Anything else on the stove combusts."

With great effort, Law hoists himself against the barista's muscular arm, peering up coyly.

"I can make eggs and bacon for you. Every morning."

It's a poorly disguised way of asking to move in with Cora-san, but Law can't help taking the chance to do so. They're tangled together, smelling of each other's skin. The room is bathed in soft sunshine. The world is serene except for their occasional rustling.

Yep, Law wouldn't mind waking up to this for the rest of his days. After so many chaotic relationships, you realize that the thing you want most is just to spend a simple life with a regular guy. Law's future career as a surgeon will be stressful enough. It'd be nice to return to a coffee-scented home and just flop into Cora-san's arms.

Seconds pass by as the blond twiddles the corner of the duvet, but Law isn't troubled. Cora-san's silence indicates that he's thinking, really pondering things.

"Well..." he drawls, fingers idly scratching his nape. "Only if you want to."

And it's such a Cora-san thing to say. To welcome Law into his life, but only as long as he wants to be a part of it. Still giving him an option to back out lest Law ever fell for somebody else.

There is no room for any other person. At present, Law's life is complete and his heart beats for this humble model-turned-barista only. He can't even imagine a single day without Cora-san anymore.

Sporting a smile, Law inches up Cora-san's bicep.

"And as soon as I want to?"

"A-After you graduate first!"

"But Cora-san~ If I were in a four-year course, I would've finished uni by now. One of my friends from another faculty already handed out wedding invitation cards on her commencement date."

Copper eyes slide sideways to look at Law.

"Would you like that, too? Getting married?"

"Of course, I do."

"Do you want a lavish ceremony?" Cora-san prompts, tilting his head toward Law endearingly. "Though I think you're more of the private banquet type. Doffy would go all out for you, you know. And Jora would leave no tree or bush unadorned."

What a vision that would be. A verdant garden with flowers here and there. Soft glowing light bulbs strewn overhead. Guests on chairs tied with pastel sashes. Steadfast vows exchanged over solid rings. Two souls officially belonging to one another.

Law lays his head on Cora-san's shoulder, eyes closing in contentment.

"That would be lovely."