Just a little drabble in honor of my favorite marimo's birthday. Written to suit any pairing you so desire.
Warning for sexual situations.
Zoro sighed as clever hands ran down his body, mapping it out with dexterous fingers. The touches were gentle, like Zoro was something delicate or fragile. No, not fragile, he thought as fingers traced the lines to his groin, causing him to buck his hips in need. Revered, worshipped. The gentle touches held him in reverence.
Zoro groaned when lips and tongue entered the equation. Careful, almost feather light kisses started at his neck and worked down his body, pausing at his most sensitive spots to allow a slick tongue to tease. Zoro cried out, panted, and writhed under these careful but thorough ministrations. It was all too much and not enough at the same time.
Finally hands delved lower, running through dark curls and tracing up the contours of his leaking erection. He groaned in relief and want; touches finally landing where they were most needed, yet still not as hard as he needed them. The hands continued their gentle exploration, teasing the sensitive skin of his cock with too-light touches.
Zoro bucked his hips desperately, seeking out more of that touch. He needed it, needed the release it would bring. But the hands withdrew, refusing to grant him the relief he so needed.
"More," Zoro ground out through gritted teeth. He was angry with himself for his lack of resolve, and angry at those hands for pushing him to this point.
The touch returned, pulling a gasp from Zoro as lips and tongue followed the fingers down. A gentle kiss pressed against the head of his cock, followed by the flick of a warm, wet tongue. He groaned at the feeling and couldn't stop himself from shouting as the lips parted and invited Zoro into the hot space between.
If felt like fire, everything was burning, the heat building until it threatened to explode. Zoro cried out, writhed and fought against it. His body was beyond his control, jerking, twitching, and shaking as he fought against the rising tide of heat. Those lips gave no leeway, the tongue continued to tease him mercilessly as the lips moved over his length, sinking him deeper into the warm cavern. The hand worked with the lips; one helping to build the fire in his groin while the other mapped out the contours of his tensing muscles.
It was too much; Zoro couldn't stop himself from crying out as he spilled into that merciless mouth. His orgasm hit him hard, leaving him tense and breathless, shaking from the intensity of it.
As he fought to catch his breath, gasping for air like a drowned man, those perfect lips leaned in to whisper the words into his ear.
"Happy birthday, Zoro."