One Piece isn't mine. So please don't sue me…
So Much For Sundaes, rated T (language and sexual situation)
Sanji had just gotten all of the little bowls arranged perfectly on the dessert tray when a green-haired swordsman invaded the sanctum of his dinner preparations.
"What're you doing, shitty-cook?" Floorboards creaked as Zoro wandered over for a closer look.
"I'm trying to do something productive, unlike certain people." Returning containers of nuts and sprinkles to the cabinet above and closing the door, a swift movement caught his eye and he lashed out with a foot. The swordsman ducked as the small, red prize disappeared into his mouth.
"Oi, marimo-head, those are toppings for tonight's sundaes, not fucking snacks," he hissed.
The swordsman found his gaze and unwaveringly held it as he snagged another maraschino cherry by the stem, bringing it to his lips. He grasped the fruit with his teeth, pulling it from the stem. Zoro rolled it around his mouth, savoring the flavor, before crushing the cherry against his palate and swallowing. A pink tongue snaked out to capture the last of the sweetness from his lips. "But they're so good like this, asshole." Flashing a daring smile, he snatched another one and held it temptingly before his lips. "Why don't you try it?"
Spurred to motion by the challenge in Zoro's voice, the cook barely hesitated before closing the distance between them and capturing the cherry and Zoro's mouth in one swift movement.
The need for air drove them apart minutes later, panting and flushed, bent over the counter on what remained of the tray.
"Stupid bastard," the cook whispered through kiss-swollen lips. "Look what you've done." But a roll of the swordsman's hips into his own cut off any more conversation, and Zoro's lips returned to his.
I guess dinner's gonna be late tonight...
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