"Hi, I'm sorry for the wait, Mr. Trafalgar. My name is Robin. I'll be stepping in for your masseur today. He wasn't feeling very well," Robin said with a warm twinkle in her eyes, bending over to meet Law's. He lifted his head up from his crossed arms on the massage table.
Robin recalled Zoro's lie about not feeling well. The bulge in his pants betrayed him.
"That's a shame," Law said, "I hope he feels better soon." What he didn't mention was that he had also noticed the man's unmistakable predicament before leaving the room to allow Law to change out of his clothes.
Robin began with the upper back, circling motions over Law's shoulders and down his spine. Law had worked up a lot of tension lately and the massage was doing wonders. It felt as though multiple sets of hands caressed his body, and he soon fell asleep.
...
Robin's hands were running through his hair and massaging his scalp when he felt another set of hands land on his ankles, and run up and down his calves. They gripped him more strongly and traveled up his thighs, pushing in circular motions until they neared his rear, upon which Law tensed and twisted around to confront the pursuant. It was Zoro, the first masseur. Where was the new girl, Robin?
Zoro circled the table to approach Law, now sitting up, the blanket fallen around his hips. The man placed a hand under Law's jaw to lift his chin up into a powerful kiss, and soon after, slipped his hands under Law's arms and around his back to pull him into his chest, warming his naked body. Law relaxed into the hot embrace and returned the kiss, raising his hands to grasp at the green hair and run his fingers under the man's shirt collar. His skin was hot and Law craved more of it, and he trailed one hand down to the man's waistline and slipped it under the tail of his shirt to feel his taut, heated abdomen. He circled his arm around Zoro's waist and pulled him up against his own torso. There was another addition to the warmth gained from their bodily contact, a prominent pressure against his thigh, emerging from the masseur's crotch.
Law broke the kiss to gaze down at the massive bulge in Zoro's loose-fitting pants. Law's blood rushed south so fast he felt dizzy, and must have fallen limply against Zoro's shoulder because Zoro suddenly had his lips on the back of Law's neck, licking and sucking across his tense muscles.
As Law recovered, his head still against Zoro's shoulder, his gaze met his own, new arousal, hidden poorly by the thin blanket that fell around his slim hips and he groaned at the tongue that played along the rim of his ear. Law shifted to stand on his knees atop the massage table, clutching at the blanket to keep himself covered, and wrapping another arm around Zoro's muscular neck. But Zoro sucked hard on Law's collarbone and brought him back down, gasping into the man's soft, green hair.
...
"Thank you, that was wonderful," Law yawned. He tipped Robin extra even though he slept through the majority of the massage. When she left the room to allow him to get dressed, he frantically pulled his clothes back on and slipped out the door in search of his mysterious masseur.
