Zoro and Sanji were laying on the couch in their newly acquired apartment's living room. The pair was cuddling in the seat with the blonde, who had his face buried inside the swordsman's neck. While sleeping, the cook had his hair stroked nonstop while the swordsman watched the television using his only eye.

'His hair is so soft and silky.' No longer having his eye trained on the TV screen, Zoro look at his fiancé, Sanji. 'He is gorgeous with his breath taking grey-blue eyes.' His thoughts we too occupied to notice the said person shifted body positions and eyes fluttered open.

Sleep disorientated, the blonde barely lifted his face above Zoro's as he squinted his eyes to adjust them to the sudden light. Once used to the brightness he sat up- straddling Zoro. Owlishly blinking he looked around the room curiously as if wondering where he was located currently.

"You know, you're the most gorgeous man I have ever met." Sanji looked down from the clock he found himself staring at and looked at Zoro. The tips of his ears flushed rose as he peered at the dark eyes gazing intently into his.

Zoro only stared stared for a second more then quickly, unexpectedly he leaned upwards and kissed the cook's slightly chapped lips. A minute or so went by and he finally released the lips from his captivity.

Sanji felt his fringe get pushed away from his face. Slowly all of it was exposed and Zoro leaned up again and kissed his forehead.

"What are you doing, Marimo?" Silence followed as the answer while his cheek got lightly pecked upon.

"No what are you doing, seriously." He gently pushed the swordsman's face away from his and peered questionally into the dark grey eyes. Unconditional love shone brightly back at him, and the eyes flickered all around his face as if in amazement.

"I'm appreciating the only person who cared for me at this level." Zoro moved the hands off of his chest and kissed the cook. He nipped at the lips for entryway into the warm cavern. Sanji parted his lips and ran his fingers through the bright green hair, affectionally. So distracted, he didn't feel Zoro sit upright and that he was sitting on his lap. Warm arms looped around his waist pulpit him closer as he was lifted from the couch.

Sanji wrapped his bare legs around the other's hips as he was carried in the bedroom's direction. Soon enough the cool bedcovers touched his heated back through his shirt.

Zoro was unbuttoning the old wrinkled dress shirt Sanji was wearing while sleeping. Slowly, the buttons finally came undone one by one after a minute or two of fumbling. It was slipped away from the pale abdomen and the exposed chest was explored with rough calloused hands. The sweatpants that the swordsman was wearing had long been gone, the only cloth that they have between them is their bottom undergarments. Those too was shredded in a hurried pace, scattered somewhere on the king sized bed.

Naked bodies grinded against each other lustfully both of them hagong moans drawn from their mouths.

Lips clashed together in a battle of dominance, in which neither of them was the victor because the need of air became too great, and they seperated gasping.

Sanji pecked the available skin in reach as Zoro searched for the lubricant. As the swordsman was occupied in looking for it, Sanji gripped both of theif neglected members, to ease some tension from their bodies. He gave a light breathy chuckle when he heard Zoro curse under the breath. A small 'aha!' was uttered when the green haired came back victorious with the lubricant in hand. The clear unscented liquid was poured onto a tan hand, while the other was busied with stroking the blonde's chest.

The lube covered hand sneaked in between pale thighs, and found the entrance. The swordsman worked his middle finger inside of the bponds. Said person was quietly moaning putting his hand on top of his mouth in hopes to prevent other sounds from coming out of it. Not even the hand helped as loud groans and grunts filled the room as the third and final was pushed into him.

Sanji's hand that was on their members stilled long ago and the swordsman's pulsed with need. Unable to take anymore of the tension from his cock, he slipped his fingers out from inside of the blonde.

Positioning himself, he gained the cook's attention and silently asked for approval to be inside. A small nod came and he slowly pushed inside. Zoro groaned at the tight heat, but he stayed put until it was okay for him to move. Muscled legs wrapped around his hips in a vise like grip and pulled home closer. That was the only signal that he needed to pull out and push back in. Once he found a rhythm, he gained speed and force to his thrusts. Zoro had the familiar coil in his abdomen and he grabbed Sanji's cock and pumped in time with his thrusts.

Sanji came with a loud shout of Zoro's name, and the swordsman came only minutes after him with a guttural cry. Both panting, Zoro finally pulled out and plopped next to the cook. Said person had a cigerate in his mouth, smoking while getting off his euphoric high.

Zoro laid there watching until the cigerate had finally been put out and the cook came closer and laid his head in his chest.

Minutes ticked by and both of their eye lids were heavy as they snuggled even closer. Before he went to sleep, Zoro opened his eye and looked at the blonde.

"I love you, shit-cook."

"I love you too, shitty swordsman."

And the pair drifted off to sleep.

-FINALLY I HAVE FINISHED IT. I'm sorry if you don't like it or it sucks...but if you guys read it, you guys can give me prompts only tumblr: lexiangrybird