One Piece isn't mine. So please don't sue me…
Priorities, rated T (language and sexual situations)
The hand scrabbling against the front of his pants drew Zoro from slumber with a startled yelp. "What the-"
Luffy's wide smile shone down on the swordsman from where he crouched over Zoro's supine form. "Hahaha, I woke you up!"
"No shit," the swordsman mumbled with a blush, pushing the seeking rubber fingers from his groin, which had clearly been enjoying the attention. "What do you think you're doing?"
The rubberman rocked back to settle on Zoro's knees as he peered into the sleepy green eyes. "I'm hungry."
Zoro growled in annoyance. "Then go bother Dartboard Eyebrow. You know I can't cook."
Luffy's disregard for the idea of "personal space" was made apparent as he leaned closer, bracing a hand against the swordsman's chest and going nose-to-nose with the swordsman. His cheery grin turned into something more sly as he whispered. "I'm not hungry for food, Zoro." Deft fingers slipped down to trace the waistband of the swordsman's pants.
Whoa. Luffy rarely initiated anything like this. Thoughts began to disintegrate as his captain's light form plopped down over his own and wriggled up to capture his lips in a kiss. The wonderful friction that resulted tore a groan from the swordsman's throat. He couldn't help but be turned on by Luffy's boldness.
"Oi, shitheads, dinner!"
Luffy sprang from Zoro with a cry of "Meat!" and raced towards the galley, unaware of the problem caused by a knobby knee crushing a swollen groin on his way up. Crossed eyes barely registered the fleeing boy as the swordsman curled into a ball around his tender injury, a high keening sound barely restrained.
He couldn't help thinking that no matter what the rubberman said, his first priority was always food. Zoro only wished the reminder wasn't so painful…
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