Zoro grabbed Sanji's face, holding it in his two hands. No words were spoken as he leaned forward, letting their lips meet. He licked the cook's lips, still tasting the dinner they had only moments ago, and he asked for entrance. The other gave in, softly moaning into the deepening kiss. Without stopping, Zoro removed Sanji's jacket from his body, along with his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt. Sanji let it all happen, just overwhelmed by Zoro.
Latter moved his head a little down, to kiss the cook's neck and collarbone. Sanji's hands moved to remove the clothes from Zoro's body too, but the swordsman stopped him with a gesture. The blonde raised his visible eyebrow to the other. Zoro saw that, but only shook his head slightly. Two kisses later, his mouth left Sanji's collarbone and headed more south (because south was down, right?). Zoro licked the cook's nipple shortly, moving almost right to his belly button and stuck his tongue in.
Sanji's body shocked a little, indicating Zoro's tongue tickled. The cook also let out a few shortened breaths as he held in his laughter. Zoro smirked. That was exactly the reacting he was hoping for. He continued licking in and around the sensitive belly button while reaching for the blonde's belt with his hands. Sanji had grown accustomed to the licking, but didn't know what to do anymore, so he touched the marimo's hair with his fingers, that looked like wavy grass, but felt like heaven.
Both knew where this was going and even though Sanji didn't like the idea very much, he let it happen. Not having done anything like this irked him, though he decided it wouldn't be so bad if it was Zoro. As if that marimo knew, he teased Sanji's crotch, but with his nose! The cook wanted to say something about it, if only it didn't feel so good. But who would do something like that with his nose? He didn't know and his mind started wandering, unconsciously thinking about something green.
Zoro felt Sanji's hands taking care of his hair. Normally he didn't let other people touch his hair, Sanji as the exception. His tongue finally parted from the blonde's stomach. He loosened Sanji's belt and unbuttoned his pants. The teasing was over as Zoro licked Sanji's half hard cock through the fabric of his underwear. Sanji made some sounds, incomprehensible, but sweet. Zoro liked those little sounds and didn't stop licking. The moans from the blonde got a little louder.
That all was music to Zoro's ears, plus he saw it as a sign to go further. He pulled the cook's pants all the way down, along with the underwear that hid Sanji's cock just a moment ago. Without anything to hide it, Zoro looked at it. To him, it was the most beautiful thing ever and it looked really suckable. He also didn't see the look on Sanji's face as his mouth touched the tip of the cook's cock. Sanji's face went from somewhat like disgust to full pleasure.
His eyes were only half closed and his hands didn't move anymore. The marimo felt it, knowing Sanji was to distracted to do anything. He opened his mouth a little more, taking the cock further in his mouth. With his tongue, Zoro curled around it, making it a bit slippery. Sanji's cock was big, and hot too. Not that Zoro regretted anything, but this would get a little hard to handle probably. He didn't care, not in the least. The mosshead got an idea, and moved his head up and down, unexpectedly.
That didn't go past Sanji unnoticed. All of a sudden, his mind was back to Zoro sucking his cock. There was a softness the cook had never expected of the, mostly brutal, swordsman, though he showed a strength only he could have. In his tongue. Probably because Zoro fought with a sword in his mouth and could still speak at the same time. It truly was heavenly. Zoro licked and touched and felt different places, all to make the cook feel good. He himself didn't feel quite bad either too.
If anyone would ever have told him he, the great swordsman Roronoa Zoro, would be doing this, he would have laughed his balls off. And here he was, enjoying himself with someone else's cock in his mouth. Zoro knew Sanji liked it, as the cook was really hard for a while now and he'd made some rather interesting sounds. A few times, Zoro thought he heard his name, but he didn't really pay attention to it, concentrating on making Sanji come.
Sanji's mind, on the other hand was again filled with green fluff. So much actually, he didn't feel his own body heating up in response to Zoro's sucking. The pressure building up surprised him, thinking it was too sudden, though he just hadn't really paid attention. Zoro felt Sanji's body temperature rising through everything he touched the cook with. He thought he could almost see steam come out of his mouth, Sanji was that hot. Still without talking, both knew Sanji was almost ready to come.
Zoro moved faster and faster, twirling with his tongue like a madman. He knew the moment had come, because Sanji moved his hands. Instead of only touching the green hair, he grabbed it tightly. If it really had been grass, it would have been pulled out of Zoro's head. Sanji's body stiffened, ready to climax. When that happened, Zoro didn't have any more time to prepare for what was coming. His mouth suddenly was filled with a warm liquid, overflowing and dripping of his chin.
Quickly, the marimo took Sanji's cock out of his mouth and he swallowed as much as he could. It didn't really taste very good, but everything that the cook had made would be accepted by Zoro. He licked his lips, looking up to the blonde, whose eyes were only half opened, looking dreamy. He watched Zoro as he got up and faced the cook. It didn't take much effort for Zoro to let Sanji fall down on the bed behind him (his legs felt a little wobbly after all) and then the true fun finally started.