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“Hm. Now that is interesting,” Crocodile hummed idly to himself while leafing through a book. Usually, it would be impaled on his hook but for a change, he was carefully balancing it on its curve while his hand moved the pages.
“What is?” Doflamingo asked, making Crocodile look down at the blond resting his head on his lap. He’d thought the man had dozed off in his comfortable position, but he was looking up with curious interest through those silly glasses. For a moment, Crocodile paused while admiring the lighting from the Bananawani pool play across his angular and admittedly handsome face.
“A book on artistically tying up people with rope and specific knots. It appears to be both an art form and for, well, pleasure,” Crocodile explained, “Robin certainly knows her stuff.”
“Oh-hoh, how cheeky, stealing kinky books from your employee?” Doflamingo said with an amused smile. Well, more amused anyway, it was sometimes hard to tell since the man barely stopped smiling. A mask like any other, Crocodile supposed.
“She buys them on my dime, so technically mine,” Crocodile huffed. Still, he appeared to care enough not to damage the books in his usual fashion.
“Would you even be able to do that with only one hand?” Doffy said with a hint of teasing in his voice and a large grin on his face.
The question made Crocodile pause in his page-flipping and he looked down to the blond again. “Is that a challenge?” The other’s grin grew impossibly larger.
“Of course, what are we waiting for?” Doflamingo exclaimed while sitting up so quickly that he knocked the book out of Crocodile’s hand.
Crocodile scrambled to catch the book and glared at Doflamingo. “Take some care in- ack!” He yelped as the larger man picked him up bridal style to carry him to the bedroom and he growled, “Let go of me, you bird-brained lummox! Oh, I am going to make you pay.”
Doflamingo just laughed, “I look forward to it. Fufufu~”
Once in the bedroom, Crocodile found himself with a different kind of challenge. Now that he'd discovered the practice and if he decided it was a worthy endeavor indeed, he would order the finest silk ropes. For now, though… He considered Doflamingo for a moment. Those strings of his certainly were strong enough to support his weight without cutting into him, or else his ‘Sky’s Path’ technique wouldn’t work, right? A sly grin formed on Crocodile’s face. “I have a challenge for you too, Doflamingo.”
Moments later, Crocodile marveled at the rope he held in hand and looped around his hook. Doflamingo’s strings easily wove together into thicker strands to form the ropes described in the book, which proclaimed to be able to support someone comfortably for hours if done right. The material felt softer than silk and if he could ever actually trust the bird, he would be tempted to request he would use his strings to make him clothing. An experimental tug between his hand and hook confirmed it had the required strength a-plenty. “Now the hard part for you will be to not control your strings at any point,” Crocodile instructed.
“Are you insinuating I have no self-control, Crocodile?” Doflamingo returned with a look of mock-hurt, before he chuckled. “Oh, very well. I promise. I want to see what you can do,” he said, raising both hands to emphasize.
Normally, the disrobing part was just as much a part of their foreplay as the banter and murder attempts, but currently both of them were eager to have all barriers removed from their goal. Clothes were stripped away efficiently and tossed to the side while Crocodile gathered up the ropes. Compared to furling a loose sail that was bucking like a wild bronco in a storm, stringing up an eager Doflamingo was child’s play to the experienced pirate.
Crocodile put Doflamingo’s arms behind his back, letting him show off his flexibility as he started on his upper arms, making paired loops at intervals down his arms with a ‘spine’ of rope in the center. “This one was called a Dragonfly Sleeve. I can see why,” Croc hummed to himself as he reached Doflamingo’s wrists and tied them off with a double column tie. The natural movement of his arms relaxing in the hold made the ropes go taut and with that, his arms were fully restrained. Crocodile already liked the look of it. From the way he could see his lover’s cock twitch with interest, the process had excited Doffy too. Still, the blond didn’t keep quiet for long; he was physically incapable of it.
“Hn, that is rather tight…” Doflamingo visibly strained his arms against the ropes. Crocodile wondered if he was going to keep his promise not to manipulate the strings, but the bird was nothing if not stubborn.
“That’s the whole point,” Crocodile said while having him lie down on the bed on his stomach, ignoring the mock whine from Doflamingo that it hurt his so-hard cock. He grabbed one of Doflamingo’s ankles and folded his long leg double to press against the back of his thigh. Crocodile took the rope in the curve of his hook and wound it around his leg. “Once I’m done, you’re going to be like a fish on a hook, unable to do more than wriggle in vain.” For emphasis, Crocodile pressed the cold metal curve of his hook to hold the rope against the sensitive skin inside of his knee, which made Doflamingo gasp.
“Oh!” The blond cried out at the sudden cold touch. “You’re such a fucking tease,” Doflamingo grumbled, but he obliged by keeping his leg in place nonetheless. It allowed Crocodile to continue easily, making a knot at his knee before pulling down the rope to make knots along each spiral. Crocodile was all too happy to show just how much of a tease he could be while trussing up his lover; alternating the cold touch of his metal hook upon Doflamingo’s stretched skin with hot kisses from his lips in an unpredictable pattern of timing and placing.
The teasing touches combined with the friction of the rope left Doflamingo a moaning and panting mess while Crocodile used his distraction to tie up his other leg. Crocodile mercilessly pressed the cold metal against the curve of his ass to make his lover cry out again, as well as to tie off his ankles together. Then, he bound Doflamingo’s ankles and wrists together in a hog-tie to finish it off.
Crocodile sat back to admire the result of his work so far and licked his lips at the sight. “You look like a trussed up turkey~” The scarred Warlord couldn’t resist teasing his lover, which had the desired effect to make Doflamingo buck and squawk in indignant protest. Crocodile silently watched him struggle for a moment when all he could do was wriggle in place, just as Croc had promised. Even through those sunglasses, Crocodile could see his surprised look turn to interest. Now that Doflamingo had pushed past the indignation of it, he looked back fairly impressed at his body, which lit a delightful sense of pride in the pit of Crocodile’s stomach alongside the pleasure that had been building steadily during the process.
“As delightful as this is, now what?” Doflamingo finally asked and was rewarded with Crocodile taking the remaining ropes to create a harness around the blond’s torso, having to roll him this way and that to get the ropes under his chest. Doflamingo sputtered a protest at the undignified treatment until Crocodile picked up one of his socks and stuffed it into his mouth. Doflamingo just protested louder, if muffled, while Crocodile continued undaunted, securing the harness’ ropes to the arm halter and the ropes around his legs. Crocodile knew the other could take being uncomfortable if he had to. But for their first time, he wanted to make this as comfortable as possible for the both of them. They could mix pleasure with pain later.
With several rope loops in the right places around his torso, shoulders and hips, Crocodile felt satisfied he had done the harnessing right. Then, Crocodile shifted his captive partner-in-sex onto his stomach again, leaving his arms and legs tied above him. Doflamingo faced the foot-end of the bed and watched curiously as Crocodile tied a longer rope to the hog-tie point and tossed it over a beam in the rafters above. He caught the suspended rope and pulled to lift Doflamingo off the bed. The blond gave a muffled grunt as his weight shifted onto the harness but Crocodile didn’t notice a sound of distress or pain which encouraged him to continue.
Once Crocodile had lifted Doflamingo’s face to the desired height, namely his own waist, he tied off the taut rope back onto itself to keep it in place. Looking over his handiwork leaving Doflamingo suspended in the air, Crocodile quite enjoyed the look of it. Still, he couldn’t resist saying, “I do hope those rafters can hold.”
With some effort, Doflamingo spat out the sock to proclaim, “Are you calling me fat!?”
“I don’t think any building code had provisions for suspending a 10ft tall bird man,” Crocodile retorted and hooked one of the suspension ropes while he stepped in front of Doflamingo’s face. “Let’s put that mouth to better use.”
At least Doflamingo did not need further telling. Good boy. The other Warlord eagerly tilted his head forward to close his lips like a kiss upon Crocodile’s vulva, making his breath hitch as his tongue teasingly flicked over his already-swollen clitoris. Then that freakishly long tongue went straight for what it was made for, sliding deeply inside his vagina. The way Crocodile could feel him lick every inch inside of him made his toes curl. Crocodile grunted in satisfaction and put his hand on the back of the other’s head, holding him in place while Doflamingo fucked him with his tongue. The rest of Doffy’s body started to wriggle so desperately in the bonds that it made him whine, enough for Croc to take a small amount of pity on his lover.
There was the shuffling sound of sand, but before Doflamingo could figure out what it meant, he bucked forward with the sudden intrusion of the cold tip of the hook into his anus. The burn of the unlubricated metal sliding deeper inside combined delightfully with the stretch of his ass around it. Crocodile moaned in turn as he felt Doflamingo utter muffled curses of a mixture of pain and delight against his pussy. “That’s the spirit…” Crocodile hummed as he slowly fucked the bound man on his hook and thrust his own hips onto that wonderful tongue.
It was a shame Crocodile couldn’t see it right now, but the idea of Doflamingo’s painfully hard cock weeping and aching to come while suspended under them was enough of a mental delight. He would have to get a full-length mirror in next time, Croc noted. His ringed fingers clenched the blond strands to a painful degree as he face-fucked him. The sounds he was wrenching out of Doflamingo between his pussy and hook was turning him on just as much as the tongue did.
The long appendage curled delightfully inside him and the rapid hot breath upon his vulva and clitoris finally pushed Crocodile over the edge. The hook shoved in deeply and Doflamingo’s cry of pain and pleasure made Crocodile clench tightly on his tongue to ride out his orgasm on it. “Fff-fuck!” Crocodile cursed between breathed moans, before adding in almost-afterthought, “Come for me, that’s a good boy~” Doflamingo bucked uselessly in the ropes’ hold and from the way a full-body shudder went through him, Crocodile knew his sheets were ruined.
Feeling utterly sated, Crocodile sat back down on a nearby chair and admired the sight of his work while Doflamingo tried to figure out how to get down without forfeiting the challenge not to use his power. Suddenly there was an ominous creaking, making both of them flinch. There was a loud crack, followed by a much louder crash. The sight of a stunned Doflamingo lying trussed up on his broken bed made Crocodile burst out in hysterical laughter.
So fucking worth it.