"Shut the fuck up, already!"
"But isn't great young master? You get to be fucked by someone so handsome!"
Sanji braced himself against the sheds railing as the other blond jerked the cooks belt loose and began to manhandle the waistband, pushing it down. The cook grit his cigarette tightly.
"Yes, yes…but can't we fucking do this inside…and without out all this noise?"
"But we did it here before?! It's like our spot now." Duval innocently questioned as his right hand felt its way under Sanjis cotton boxer-briefs and grasping the cooks manhood. Sanji grunted at this. Partially at the sensation but more at the situation. How the fuck had he gotten to this point? He was bent over and being played with right out in the open by a guy who refers himself as "the head", where any of the guys followers can (and do) see them going at it. And the man was one of the most annoying men on the planet who would NOT SHUT UP!
It had started with Duval calling him all the time. No matter how many times he told the asshole to fuck off, he would just call him 'young master' and let him know he'd call again.
He would paw at the chefs being and flatter him. Annoying him again and again.
FINE! He'd talk to the idiot on the phone if it would make the calls less. They had only met a few days before but it was like the man was haunting the cooks piece of mind.
As Duval started to lick and prod his entrance, the cook remembered the day when he started to cave.
The Camie incident. Duval and his fish riders had come through on that occasion. More than once. After it was all said and done, Duval had said something to the effect that he was glad he could do something for the young master.
The cook was weak…a moment of guilt. Fine! He'd go spend the day with the man. He'd fuck him if it would make him shut up, make the guilt ease up a little, and force himself out Duvals system.
But when Sanji had started that plan he was stunned as Duval stole the lead, and forcefully fucked him right there against the shed that was acting base of the fish riders. HE was supposed to be in charge! To do the fucking!
Sanji bit his lip as Duval began rubbing his dick against Sanjis leg…teasing it up as the other hand picked up the pace of jacking him off.
"We only did it once…not enough for it to be 'our place'." The chef panted in protest.
"But you enjoyed it. Being with a handsome man…."
Sanji spit out the nub of cigarette as he cried out and the man entered him. The thrusting motions began and the cook forced a frown on his face.
He hated it. He hated how much he had enjoyed being fucked by this infuriating man. He hated that the sex had been mind-blowingly good and that he had betrayed his sanity by calling Duval again just for this purpose. He hated that even now, as he was being fucked virtually on display for the mans crew, his body wanted to squirm and whimper in embarrassing pleasure.
Sanji rested his head against the shed as the thrusts came harder and faster with each sending shivers of needful sensation throughout the cooks body.
"It was only a matter of time before you fell for a handsome guy like me."
Sanji started to hit his head against the shed wall…he couldn't stand it anymore. So much pleasure…so much frustration. He felt the orgasm coming on…but the control could only hold in so much.
"Pleassssssssssssse…Shut the fuck up…I'm cumming."
