A Demonstration of Celestial Tribute (5173 words) by thesavagesabretooth
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: One Piece [Manga]
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Donquixote Doflamingo/Trebol [One Piece], Diamante [One Piece]/Donquixote Doflamingo
Characters: Donquixote Doflamingo, Trebol (One Piece), Diamante [One Piece]
Additional Tags: Crimes & Criminals, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings, Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Large Cock, Size Difference, Casual Sex, Polyamory, Established Polyamory, Established Relationships, Oral Sex, Kink – Praise, Body Worship
Summary:

After raiding a ship bound for the holy city and plundering the treasure meant for the Celestial Dragons, Trebol and Diamante show Doflamingo their own way of paying tribute to their king-to-be.

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It was their greatest triumph since becoming pirates, without a doubt. A mixture of planning and opportunity had come together in grand fashion— there was no doubt about that in Trebol’s mind as he gazed with greed and celebration over the plunder that nearly filled the hold to the brim. There were great fat stacks of berry, sure, sure, but it was the chests full of gold, and jewels, and precious objects that really set Trebol’s avarice alight.

Nearly as soon as they’d gotten it all back to their ship he’d set about an inventory of it, along with Diamante, who was there more to bask than to do any work — the lazy bastard. But Trebol didn’t really mind, as he jotted things down in his ledger. No far from it, he was pleased to share the spoils with his oldest partner

Doflamingo, he was sure, would want to come down and have a look at it all as well, and Trebol was looking forward to that. Pica and Corazon were in charge of the crew above deck at the moment, while Doffy was showering off battle detritus. Trebol basked for a moment not just in the vision of their stolen treasure, but also in the memory of the taking of it. The young master blazing with glory, his strings covered in marine blood shining as the light hit him. The sheer beauty of Doflamingo, triumphant and blood-covered parted his lips in appreciation.

“Well you look like you got something on your mind, Tre,” Diamante drawled, breaking him from his reverie. As he closed his mouth and turned to look, Dia offered him a tissue. Ah, he’d been drooling. Oops.

He dried his face and tossed away the tissue, giving Diamante a bashful look. “I was just fondly recalling our recent triumph. And our captain’s strength in taking it.”

Dia chuckled and slapped his shoulder companionably, leaning in to leer with him. “Of course you were, he dirties up real good these days, eh? Nothing like blood and gold to get the dander up.”

Doflamingo did indeed ‘dirty up good these days’. He’d grown considerably since they’d met him, by now the height of any typical young man of his age. However, the baby-softness that still clung to his face and hands said to Trebol that he’d likely keep growing. That might be for the best, as Trebol and Diamante certainly hadn’t stopped— and still to this day found themselves more than double their future king’s height. That wasn’t to say that Doffy’s youthful appearance wasn’t imposing, quite the contrary, Trebol often found it striking, the way the relatively small and impudent looking Doflamingo cut his enemies down with the swagger and confidence of a man twice his height.

He chuckled, and rubbed his chin, realizing he was lost in thought again. “Hey, hey, you’re not wrong about that. And look at all this, Dia. There’s a crown. There’s more than one crown, even. I’ve logged three already.”

To emphasize, Trebol picked up the nearest jeweled circlet and held it out to Diamante.

“We-hell,” Diamante grinned back at him. “We oughta put Doffy in that, when he comes down here. You’re always telling him he’s a king.”

“You know, I was just thinking the same thing.

“Did I hear my name?” Doffy cooed from just outside the door of the hold. He peeked in, and Trebol watched his glasses glint in the light, catching the reflection of the gold and jewels within them.

“Doffy!” Trebol cooed back. “We were just talking about you! Come in, come in and see all the spoils of your victory!”

“I will!” Doflamingo tossed his head haughtily, his soft, pale hair dancing around his face as he stepped into the room. “I see you’re already writing things down.”

Trebol patted his book with a grin. “Don’t want the crew to filch anything of yours you didn’t give them, Doffy.”

Trebol trusted everyone on board’s loyalty to Doffy. He had to, that was the consideration for even taking them on as crew. That said, trust was one thing. And keeping track was another. Just in case.

Doflamingo chuckled along with him. “No we don’t. They only get the presents I give them. Speaking of which, is that a crown, Dia?”

Doffy walked over to the midst of the treasure and sat himself down on a chest that was overflowing with stacks of paper berries.

“It is, it is!” Trebol nodded. “We were just saying you should try it on, young master.”

“Sure enough,” Dia purred. “C’mere, Doffy. Lean over, let’s see if it suits ya.”

Doflamingo leaned forward, as Diamante crowned him, setting the jeweled circlet on his head among his pretty blond locks. The gems sparkled in the light, dancing magically across his noble brow.

“How does it look?” Doffy asked, with a sly grin.

Trebol pressed his hands to his chest. “My black heart. You’re every inch the king, Doffy.”

“I’ll say!” Diamante nodded. “Not too many people can pull off a crown, but you make it work. Just somethin’ about you. Looks right.”

Doffy beamed, glowing under the effusive praise as he often did. He adjusted the crown on his brow. “I like it. There are so many jewels here…”

“Shall we put more on you, Doffy?” Trebol asked. He grabbed a handful of rings and held them out to him as a vision flashed through his mind.

“Oh now that sounds fun,” Dia agreed, catching his eye with a wicked smile. He scooped up a couple of necklaces. “What do you think, young master?”

Doffy looked delighted. He held out his hands, and craned his neck, commanding imperiously.

“Adorn me!”

And they did. Trebol and Diamante leaned in close, and piled jewels on Doflamingo. Trebol’s soft, delicate hands stroked Doffy’s as he slipped multiple rings onto each finger as they sparkled and shone. Dia draped him thick with jeweled necklaces and strings of pearls. Each of them took an arm and weighed it down with bracelet after bracelet of precious metal and stones.

Eventually Diamante gave Doffy an appraising look, and then gave Trebol a coy one – his smile toothy.

“You know I reckon his shirt’s getting in the way, Trebol. If we took it off, we could fit on a fair few more jewels on his kingly self.”

Trebol felt his pallid cheeks heat up. He knew exactly what Diamante was thinking. Trebol might often fantasize, but Dia was so often the one who made the first move, for which cautious Trebol was always grateful.

His toothy smile matched his partner’s. “Hey, hey, you know I think you’re right, Dia. What do you say, Doffy, shall we?”

Doflamingo seemed to like this idea as well, and he held out his arms. “You may strip me.”

Trebol’s heart fluttered. Doffy was always so cooperative when it came to being adored and showered with affection, which was extremely convenient for Trebol, who loved to shower him with those various things.

As Dia peeled Doffy’s shirt off for him, baring more of the young master’s golden skin, Trebol felt the stirring of excitement between his legs.

“So handsome, young master,” he purred, feeling his breath go heavy. He piled another gold and diamond necklace around Doffy’s shoulders, his fingers shaking ever so slightly.

“I’ll say,” Diamante purred, stroking his fingers down Doffy’s soft belly. “Damn, you just get more and more good looking.”

“Flatterers,” Doffy cooed, in the kind of tone that they both knew meant he wanted more of it.

Trebol put more bracelets on Doffy’s thin, strong wrists as they each started to sing his praises in turn. Diamante had moved behind him to start massaging the muscles of his back.

“Kingly.” “Precious””Gorgeous””Faultless””Regal””Heavenly.”

Doflamingo glowed under the praise, leaning into Dia’s hands, and Trebol, jealous, put his own hands on Doffy’s soft stomach.

“We could put some bracelets on your ankles if we take your pants off, Doffy,” Trebol offered. His breath was getting heavier, he was sure.

Doflamingo’s red lenses sparkled with mischief as he looked down at him with a smirk. “Hmmm, is that so?”

“I’d say so, Doffy!” Dia agreed emphatically. “Those pants are really getting in the way.”

“Well then!” Doflamingo imperiously waved a jewel-bedecked hand. “You must remove them!”

“Yes, young master,” Trebol answered, practically before their captain was done speaking. He unbuttoned Doffy’s pants, which were worn so low on the hip they practically exposed him in any case, and peeled them down, taking off the slip-on heels he wore at the same time.

Trebol took a moment just to take in Doflamingo’s appearance, perched there on top of the treasure chest, naked aside from his silk undergarments and absolutely teeming with jewels, relaxed into Diamante’s arms.

“Like a statue of a golden god,” he murmured as he leaned worshipfully over him, face near his chest.

Doffy put his hand on Trebol’s head and pet him for a moment like one might stroke a favorite cat.

“I love it when you call me a god,” he teased.His tone became demanding again. “Well? About those jewels?”

Trebol laughed and straightened up, and both he and Diamante went back about their business, finding more bracelets from the pile and stringing them up each of Doffy’s legs. They even found tiny rings, and put them on some of his toes as well.

“Now there’s an image I’d love to keep,” Diamante said as they found they’d themselves come up short on more jewelry within easy reach, and more importantly, places to put them. “Pretty as a picture.”

“Or a statue of a god, like you said,” Trebol agreed.

“It’d be a shame not to mark the occasion,” Diamante drawled, that clever look coming into his eyes again. “Wasn’t all this stuff meant to tribute the Celestial Dragons?”

“It was, it was,” Trebol nodded, catching on with a sly smirk of his own.

Diamante gestured broadly. “And we got one right here.”

“The best one,” Trebol agreed, leering at Doffy’s gorgeous, mostly nude form, jewel encrusted before them. “Diamante, do you think we ought to tribute him properly?”

Dia gasped playfully. “Why, Trebol, I think that’s a fantastic idea. If the young master wants.”

Both of them turned their gaze on him, and Trebol was all too sure they looked like a couple of hungry foxes as they did.

Far from being a defenseless hen, however, Doflamingo looked equally sly, and even more imperious. “A proper tribute? I think I’ll have to demand that. Tell me what it entails.”

Trebol felt his mouth go dry as he searched for the proper way to phrase exactly what the two of them were thinking.

As usual, Diamante was twice as quick, and twice as blunt.

“We were thinking we’d play with you on top of all these gold and jewels, and such,” Dia leered.

Trebol moistened his already moist lips. “Can we, Doffy? Can we fuck you in the treasure?”

Their king had gone pink at the cheeks, but his grin was as devilish as ever. “Can you? Foolish question, I absolutely demand that you do.”

“Anything you say, young master!” Trebol agreed breathlessly. Diamante passed him another tissue, grinning evilly.

---

Doflamingo nearly swooned at the suggestion, already feeling the warm glow of lust between his legs as all of Trebol and Diamante’s praise, and touches, and the adornments they hung him with.

He was a god, after all. He’d been born a god, cast down among mortals. Why shouldn’t he be adorned with jewels like one? Why shouldn’t he be worshiped among treasure like his executives were followers at his altar?

He should be! Without question!

Doffy shivered as Trebol tenderly — worshipfully— leaned down over him and slipped his underwear down his legs, stretching it wide so it didn’t disturb all the jewelry his legs were heavy with now. He kissed his way, as he often did, over Doflamingo’s chest and stomach, and Doffy sighed at the treatment, wrapping his hands loosely around his shoulders.

Devoted Diamante, meanwhile, was busy making a treasure bed, piling up great heaps of coins, and lining them with stacks of soft paper berries, and finally folding his cloak and throwing it partially over the heap.

“Bring him over here, Tre, we got a treasure throne for the young god.”

“Shall I, Doffy?” Trebol asked, as always seeking permission before he acted.

Doffy grinned and waved a jeweled hand. “Do it.”

Trebol hefted him in his arms, and Doffy leaned into his chest, his face against the furred collar of his coat. It was a long familiar sensation, being held and carried by Trebol, and though he was taller now than when they’d met, he hoped he’d never outgrow it. A king carried by his devoted subject.

Trebol laid him down on his back on the blanket, his legs splayed in the coins and money. It wasn’t the most comfortable bed he’d ever been on, but it was far from the least. And the brilliant majesty of it — the sheer idea of being laid on a bed of stolen treasure — was intoxicating in a way that transcended mere physical comfort. This was where Doflamingo belonged.

He took the crown off of his head and put it to the side for the moment. Unlike the other jewels, it would definitely fall off, or just get in the way while they fucked.

Dia knelt down in front of him, and Trebol behind, and each of them started to stroke and kiss his body in a familiar way, sending shivers through him. Diamante’s clever tongue and teeth kissed and nibbled his chest and nipples in a way that made him squirm, as Trebol started to stroke his cock from slightly hard to full mast. Trebol’s hands were cold and a little clammy as they often were, but the tender, reverent way that they always touched him more than made up for any imagined other lack.

Doffy groaned under their attention, licking his lips eagerly.

“You like that, Doffy?” Trebol cooed.

“Mmmhmm.” He took a deep, sensual breath as Diamante kissed over his throat. The man was bent nearly double over him, and Doffy could feel the erection in his pants rubbing against his shoulder. “Put your fingers in me, Trebol. Prepare me.”

“With pleasure, young master.”

Doflamingo could have simply let them play with him til he came, and then had them jerk off over him. They often did that when Doffy was just feeling lazy and wanting to come without any effort. But jeweled and worshiped as he was, he felt that like they had said— this was a special occasion, and he wanted to mark it appropriately.

He reached up, and pawed at the heft in Diamante’s pants, eliciting a low noise from the man. At the same time, Trebol had started to oil up his ass, rubbing the slick, warm stuff that they carried around for these occasions over his thighs and the tight knot of his hole. It sent another shiver through him, especially as Trebol pressed into him, and started to fingerfuck his ass.

“You should fuck me, Trebol,” Doffy decided firmly. “And Dia has to let me put my mouth on him.”

“If the young master insists,” Diamante drawled. “Who am I to say no?”

Trebol giggled nastily and stroked Doffy’s cock with the oil-slicked fingers of his other hand. “We can never say no to you, Doffy.”

Doflamingo waited, shivering as the two of them arranged themselves, taking care of garments in the way and tossing them aside. Trebol managed to contort himself into position against Doffy’s ass, and Doffy raised his legs to make entry easier for him. Diamante knelt carefully, and Doffy nuzzled his bare thigh with his cheek, getting a face full of his cock and balls.

Diamante’s cock was… large. Large enough that while Doffy let Trebol fuck him regularly, he hadn’t yet taken Dia. Instead, he sometimes let him fuck his thighs and rub against his cock until he came, or, like now, Doffy would lick the head of him, and stroke him off. Diamante did love blowjobs, and Doffy loved to make the bashful swordsman flustered by giving them.

But Doffy was feeling impetuous. And he had grown recently; Dia wasn’t entirely keeping pace with him in that regard. And it was a special occasion. Maybe if Trebol got him ready enough… maybe if they hadn’t all come already by the time he felt ready…

Doffy grinned widely and decided to tease Dia for as long as he could without making him come. That would be fun whether or not he actually managed to take him.

Doffy reached up and weighed Dia’s balls in his hand, stroking his fingers up the shaft.

“You’re so big, Dia,” he murmured teasingly.

“Aw, me?”

“Show-off,” Trebol huffed amusedly. He pressed his cock into Doffy’s ass and Doffy made a soft sound as he opened him up. Diamante was unquestionably bigger, but that didn’t make Trebol small, and even the familiar sensation of the head of him pressing into his ass made the breath rush from his chest.

“I like yours too, Trebol,” Doffy promised, raising his legs higher. The jeweled bracelets clinked and shifted on his ankles as he did. “Fuck your young master really good, alright?”

“Of course, young master.”

He felt Trebol shudder, pressing more fully into him until hips met hips and Doffy’s body had accepted his full length, twitching and shuddering around him.

Doffy’s whole body tingled with sensation, surrounded by the two huge men and overwhelmed by their worship as he lay on his bed of treasure. Trebol started to fuck him with practiced, eager-to-please thrusts, while he kissed and played with Diamante’s cock in his hands.

Doffy pictured the lewd scene of them in his mind if someone had seen it, the two much larger, older men worshiping obscenely at the altar of his body as he lay on a pile of gold and jewels. He moaned, nuzzling and laving the head of Dia’s cock as each rocking thrust from Trebol sent pleasure coiling inside of him like knotting threads. Every movement made the jewels on him shift and clink.

“Tell me I’m beautiful,” Doffy demanded, “Tell me how much you love me.”

The praise and adoration started again, mumbling from each of their lips like a fountain. Doflamingo never got sick of hearing it. It sent a warm fire through him, and for a moment he forgot his wicked, teasing intentions and let himself be carried away in the moment, licking and sucking at the head of Dia’s cock as he rode Trebol in waves of lewd pleasure.

“Doffy, Doffy,” Trebol whined. “I’m going to come. Do you want me to?”

The entreaty pulled Doffy out of the haze of pleasure that was building in him, and he grinned. Trebol surely had noticed that he hadn’t come yet, which was why he was asking. Ordinarily, Doffy might have insisted that he hold himself back until his own pleasure was finished.

“I want you to come in me, Trebol,” Doffy groaned instead, reaching his legs up extra far to meet his thrusts as deeply as possible.

“Yes. Yes, young master.” Trebol obeyed unquestioningly.

Doffy sighed with satisfaction as he felt Trebol buck against him, and come, warm and slick deep inside, his cock twitching in his ass. He nuzzled Dia’s cock and kissed at the head, letting Trebol slow through his finish, and lean over him basking in the afterglow.

His hands stroked softly over Doffy’s sides and he shivered under the attention, even as Trebol cocked his head. “Hey, hey, you aren’t finished yet, young master… what can we do for you?”

Doffy grinned impishly. “I want Diamante to fuck me, too. You said you were going to tribute me properly, so I demand an offering from you both.”

His bold demand was rewarded as Doffy watched the two of them share a significant, and lustful glance.

“Are you sure about that, Doffy?” Diamante asked.

“I told you, I demand it.” He lifted his chin imperiously, and licked Dia’s cock. “And Trebol may come and kiss me, or do as he likes.”

“Well, you’re the god here,” Diamante teased. “So I won’t question your judgment.”

“Hey, hey, you had better not,” Trebol agreed, grinning as he pulled out of him. Doffy surged with a fresh wave of lust as his body felt empty and needy again.

---

Trebol licked his lips, feeling a little faint as he often did after he came. He took a breath as he pulled out, and watched the cum drool out of Doffy’s ass with great satisfaction.

So Doffy wanted Diamante to fuck him, did he? Well, Trebol could by no means blame him, nor complain. Dia had often expressed envy that Trebol got to put his cock inside the young master when he didn’t. And if Doffy wanted to try to take Diamante’s monstrous cock then he certainly wanted to watch that. Trebol had had trouble with it himself, the first few times that he and Diamante had coupled, in what seemed like the long ago beginning of their physical relationship.

He didn’t bother wiping Doffy up. No, if Dia was going to fuck him, he wanted him to feel him there first; wanted their young king to have both their issue inside him at once. The thought made him salivate, and though he was not a man of particularly great stamina under many circumstances, he felt a twitch in his moist cock that told him he might have a chance to come again, just watching.

He stepped aside, and as Diamante moved to arrange himself, he planted a kiss on Doflamingo’s lips as he’d requested.

Doffy’s soft mouth accepted his tongue as eagerly ass his ass always accepted his cock, and as he kissed him— deep and obscene and worshipful— he once again reflected on what fantastic fortune he had that the beautiful godling not only tolerated his presence, but demanded his attention. How wonderfully he’d picked Doflamingo. How right he had been to name him evil king.

---

Diamante could hardly believe his good fortune as he arranged himself on his knees in front of Doffy’s already well-fucked ass. The fact that the rest of the gang had already had their young master so many times, while he had never been able to had begun to chafe before now. Not that he didn’t enjoy fucking Doffy’s thighs, or painting him with his cum— he did — but Doffy was so beautiful, his body so appealing, it was a shame not to be able to stick his dick in him and defile him.

But gold wasn’t the only treasure Diamante got to plunder today, it seemed. He leered down at Doffy’s tight hole, still oozing with Trebol’s thick cum. Of course he hadn’t cleaned him up, he could tell Trebol was enjoying the thought of Dia having to rub his cock in his mess. Well, the joke was on him, Dia thought it was hot, too. The both of them fucking and ‘worshiping’ their captain this way.

Dia put his hands on Doffy’s thighs for a moment as he appraised the situation. “Might be easier to fit if you’re the other way ’round young master.”

Doffy looked up from where Trebol was kissing and stroking him. “Then turn me over,” he demanded.

“Right you are, Doffy. One sec.”

Doffy was easy. You just told him what you wanted, and then he demanded it like it was his idea. Diamante always loved it.

As Trebol stepped away briefly to let Dia rearrange Doflamingo on his hands and knees, he noticed the bastard was already half hard again. It seemed like they were both getting off to the idea of him finally getting to fuck Doffy. Well, that suited him just fine, too.

Carefully, he put the captain on his belly, and spread his legs again. Lube and cum had smeared his thighs.

“Hey, Tre, you got that bottle, I think we could use a little more.”

“Next to the jewels,” Trebol cackled. “What a thing to say, hey?”

Diamante chuckled with him as he scooped up the bottle. Trebol was right. Doing this, fucking their evil little captain on a pile of stolen gold and jewels, was absolutely filthy. And the sheer obscenity of it was what made it even hotter.

He slicked up his cock with the oil, stroking it eagerly, thinking of Doffy’s mouth all over it just a moment before, and hoping like hell it’d fit in his ass. Hell, maybe some day it’d even fit in his mouth, too.

The image of Doflamingo with his lips around the base of Dia’s cock sent a shudder of lust through him.

He pressed the head of his cock to Doffy’s pre-fucked hole.

“Are you ready, Doffy?” Dia asked.

“I want it,” Doffy demanded. “Fuck me and give me your ‘offering’.”

A shudder rolled through Diamante’s lean body. “Oh with pleasure, young master. With pleasure.”

---

It was big. It was really big. Bigger than Trebol, or Vergo, or Pica. Doffy’s eyes watered and for a moment he worried that it wasn’t going to fit. That it was going to hurt, and he’d have to tell Diamante to stop.

But as the head of his cock passed through Doffy’s well fucked ring, the sensation stayed just on the right side before pain. Tense and tight and overwhelming and deliciously almost too much.

“Oh.” Doffy whimpered. He reached up to hold on to Trebol’s legs tightly— he was leaning over him, stroking his cock and whispering praises at him.

“Oh damn,” Diamante growled as he slowly pressed further into Doffy’s ass. The stretching sensation sent a shudder through his whole body. “That alright, Doffy?”

“It’s good,” Doffy whimpered. “I want it all. Give me all of it.”

He needed all of it, it was his right to demand it.

“Anything you say, Doffy.”

Diamante slid in until hips met hips. Doflamingo had never felt so full in his life. He felt like he might put his hand on his stomach and feel the head of Dia’s cock there. It was a delicious, toe curling feeling.

“Hey, hey, that’s amazing, Doffy,” Trebol cooed. “Look at you.”

Doffy grinned. He could tell that Trebol was certainly enjoying the view. His cock had come back to life, and he’d wiped it with a tissue, now stroking it near Doffy’s face.

“It feels good,” Doffy groaned, splayed out and full of warm lust. “Maybe some day I’ll make you both fuck me at the same time.”

“Oh we’d love that, Doffy,” Trebol whined, stroking his cock. “Wouldn’t we, Dia?”

“Damn right.” Diamante was hoarse with lust, and the big scarecrow of a man had started to pull out, only to thrust in again with a stroke that jolted Doffy’s body, and made him groan.

“Fuck me, Dia,” he demanded, as Trebol’s free hand migrated down under his body to stroke him off while Diamante pounded him. “Fuck me and fill me up with your ‘tribute’.”

Like Trebol, Diamante obeyed easily, and as Doflamingo let himself go in the haze of lust he lost all sense of time.

The jewelry that had been piled all over Doffy clinked and rang like bells with every thrust, his adorned body rocked repeatedly by Dia’s huge cock, making him drool and moan. He let Trebol stroke him off, his soft hand heightening his pleasure as Trebol stroked his own cock near his face.

Once again he pictured the scene in his mind with the two executives towering over him, worshiping him and fucking him, adorned with jewels and surrounded by stolen wealth.

It was so hot that he found himself panting hard, ready to come at any moment.

---

Diamante felt himself on the edge, plunging his cock into Doffy’s tight heat again and again, stull amazed that he’d finally managed to take him.

“S’ so good, Doffy,” he mumbled, his hands tight on Doffy’s hips. “You feel so damned good.”

“You too, Dia,” Doffy panted. “So big… gonna come. Want you…”

“Fuck, you’re both so hot,” Trebol murmured, all pretext of his usual fancy intellectualism dissolved in the lewd moment. It made Diamante grin, knowing that Trebol was getting off on watching him fuck Doflamingo.

“Go ‘head and come, Doffy,” Dia offered. “I’m gonna… any second… you’re so damned tight.”

Trebol came first, as it happened, unable to hold his lust back even after he’d already fucked Doffy’s ass. He groaned and ropes of cum painted the gold chains on Doffy’s neck and the coins underneath him.

That must have set Doffy off, because he came hard, and Dia felt it when he did, his hips bucking wildly and gracelessly, slamming back into his thrusts as if demanding more and more of his cock.

His twitching asshole milked Diamante, and Dia bit his lip, obliging him as he slammed hard into him, rolling over the edge in a wave of desire. Finally he got to paint Doffy’s insides, filling him with cum that added to what Trebol’d put there already. He moaned, holding the young master’s hips tight against himself, unwilling to let go while he was still shaking.

The three of them panted and whined, catching their breath slowly in the haze of lust and avarice that surrounded the room, now smelling heavily of sex as well as of gold.

Diamante licked his lips while Doflamingo demanded sloppy kisses from Trebol who bent practically double to provide them.

Diamante rolled his shoulders, feeling weak at the knees.

“That a good tribute, Doffy?” he asked, breathlessly.

“Sooooo good,” Doflamingo murmured back, half smothered by Trebol’s mouth.

---

They didn’t bother to clean up the room— that could always be done later. Much like Doffy insisted that Trebol’s inventory could be finished later.

Instead, the three of them had just quickly discarded the trinkets Doffy had been covered with, and struggled together on bendy knees to the shower room. They collapsed on the wooden benches there as warm water sprayed over their spent bodies.

Doffy laid himself out over Diamante and Trebol’s laps.

“I just showered,” he complained. “You two have to wash me, this time.”

“With pleasure, Doffy,” Trebol promised.

“Anything for you,” Diamante agreed.

Doflamingo shivered against them, feeling a sense of warmth and peace through his well-fucked and relaxed body. It had been an amazing day. They’d killed marines. They’d taken the treasure meant for Celestial Dragons.

They’d fucked on top of it and spoiled it with their cum.

Mary Geoise had better watch out for him and his pirate family, because they were going to burn the world and fuck the ashes.

But that was later. For now he was content to be held, and washed, and worshiped like the fallen god he was.

And he knew by their leering smiles and eager, petting hands, that they were more than content to worship him.