Intimate moments.
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Sweat was rolling down his face as heavy gasping breaths left his lips. His arms were trembling, barely holding up his weight, but he forced himself to stay in place. Wanting to hold on to that bliss that was still tearing through his exhausted body. Like liquid fire that was almost too much, but so addictive.
That heat that was pressed against him...
Inside him...
"F... Fuck... So good..." he groaned softly.
That groan grew louder when a pair of soft lips kissed up along his spine and a set of perfect teeth nipped gently at the back of his neck. A moment later he felt a warm chest pressing against his back. Another heart still pounding just like his own. Feeling that heart so close pulled another groan from him. How he had dreamt of this...
Of feeling that heart close to his own again. It was so familiar. Nothing had change. It was still intense. Still had that frustrated raw passion that made his every nerve ache and scream in bliss. Nothing compared to this. Nothing ever came close.
When he felt himself being gently lowered to the bed, he didn't resist. Resting gratefully on the soft green sheets, he let out a long sigh. His mind blurrily wondered if this was what it felt like to melt. That what he felt like he was doing at least. All the tension in his body was completely gone. All that was left was this warmth that took him over completely.
A pair of arms wrapped around him, which he grabbed hold of and pulled them around him tighter. The deep chuckle that it provoked from the man behind him made a chill run through him. "Shut up. I'm trying to... Fuck, what's that sappy thing you used to say?"
"Bask in the afterglow?"
"Yeah. That."
Another amused sound was heard before he felt his earrings being tugged at. Accompanied by the feel of a hot breath on his ear. "Nnn.. Don't.. I don't have the energy this soon."
A bearded chin rested on the tan shoulder as a wicked grin curled pale lips. "Is that the big bad Zoro admitting defeat?"
Zoro was instantly trying to hide a glaring pout into the pillow beneath him. "Shut up. Like I'd admit defeat, ass."
Sanji gave a purring hum as he held his lover tighter to him. "Right, right. I forgot how fragile a moss's ego was." He gently nuzzled Zoro's warm neck. "Mmm... Worth the wait?"
"Hn... The first two times were worth the wait. The others were making up for lost time." Zoro mumbled while trying to nestle himself further against the blond. Though there wasn't much they could do to get any closer. Zoro tried not to shift too much so that closeness would linger.
"Heh. Damn, that's a lot of time to make up for. Well, we've done enough to make up for one day. Only 1,824 more to go." Sanji purred while rocking gently against the broader body.
A sound that was a mix between a moan and growl left Zoro as he promptly pulled the covers over his head. "I forgot what an insatiable monster you were... Dammit... You haven't let me sleep since I got here..." it almost sounded like a whine, but he wouldn't admit to anything.
"Sleep? What's that?" Sanji asked in a blank, and rather serious tone.
"It's that thing you seem to get a sick pleasure in depriving me of." Zoro grumbled under the covers, yet he was still holding Sanji's arms tight around him.
The way Zoro still made sure he stayed close had Sanji smiling. "Oh that thing." He looked at the bump in the blanket where Zoro's head was hiding. "If you're tired we can sleep." he pointed out as his arms tightened slightly.
There was a silent moment before Zoro let out a deep sigh. "I... Don't want to sleep yet..."
"Fickle." Sanji lightly accused on another chuckle.
Scowling out into the darkness, Zoro pulled the covers down and glanced back over his right shoulder to look at his lover. "No.. I just.. Don't want to.. Waste time after so long." he mumbled quietly.
Hearing that made the cook's expression soften until a warm smile was on his face. He leaned in and placed a tender kiss to the tan cheek. "As long as you're in my arms... It's not a waste of time.." he whispered, lips ghosting over the caramel skin.
If his cheeks weren't already flushed from the exertion of earlier, Zoro was fairly certain he would be blushing by now. ".. You're full of it.." he mumbled, turning his head to try and hide his smile.
"I believe that would be you, Love." Sanji cooed evilly.
"Nn.. Evil fucker.." Zoro grumbled, but only relaxed further into the embrace. His eye closed as a deep sigh left him. "First time... I've felt this relaxed in a long time."
"Mm.. That so..?" Sanji questioned in between the gentle kisses he was placing to Zoro's neck.
The added attention had the swordsman smiling. "Yeah... Couldn't get comfortable a lot of the time.. Had to keep my guard up.. Especially after I lost my eye... Was paranoid for a long time about anything getting to my left side." he admitted. He found himself comfortable with admitting that to the blond.
Sanji hummed thoughtfully and nuzzled the sweat damp neck. "I understand... Felt the same when my face was scarred up. I obsessed with the part in my hair, wondering if anyone would see the scars. It stressed me out a lot of the time."
Zoro held tighter to Sanji's arms. "Do you still feel like that?"
"Hm? Not really. Now I have make sure I'm not just getting sympathy from people. One journalist found out about it. He insisted I do an interview going into me overcoming adversity, and all that sappy shit. I told him to fuck off. I didn't want attention from what happened to me. I wanted to be known for my cooking skills. Not a pity plea." Sanji stated firmly before burying his face in the green hair and taking a deep breath of the scent.
Pleased greatly with that answer, Zoro let his head rest on the pillow. "Hope you kicked him for good measure."
"I was tempted, but my publicist was with me."
"Heh.. Didn't want to get violent in front of a lady?" Though it was meant to be sarcastic, Zoro felt a twinge of curiosity mingled with a hint of unease. On the one hand, he was curious if there was any romantic interests lingering around the blond. On the other, he was hesitant to bring the subject up.
That question pulled an amused hum from Sanji as he tangled their legs together under the covers. "Nah. Publicist is a guy. Agency found out quick that I tended to get distracted trying to make a lady comfortable rather than do my actual work."
That answer made Zoro's hesitation grow. "That's nothing new. So how many women have you traumatized so far?" he asked dryly. Though the moment he asked he wished he had just kept his mouth shut.
The odd tone combined with the way Zoro's body tensed slightly had Sanji frowning. "What do you mean by traumatized?"
"Don't give me that. You know what I mean. Going all sappy and gooey eyed trying to pamper them hand and foot whether they want it or not." Zoro snorted. 'Dammit, stop talking, you idiot!' he growled at himself.
Sanji raised a brow at the not so flattering description. "Well, you do realize that being in the food service industry that sort of comes with the territory. I'm supposed to be accommodating to my guests."
"Accommodating.. That's a new word for it..." Zoro mumbled. He had no idea why he was saying these things. 'Yes I do...'
Catching the jabbing words, Sanji found himself pulling away and sitting up. He gave a hard look at his lover as he tried to figure this out. "What the hell are you getting at?"
When Sanji let him go, Zoro knew he had said the wrong thing. When Sanji pulled away, everything inside him was demanding that he fix this before he lost the blond again. He forced himself to sit up as well, and immediately felt how cool the room was. How cold he felt without Sanji pressed close to him. He met the confused and slightly pissed stare his lover had fixed on him, and tried to piece together the words he needed to say. "Look.. I... Dammit.. I'm not good at this.."
"That's apparent, but how 'bout telling me what exactly you're not good at?" Sanji asked with a bland tone.
That earned a single eyed glare from the swordsman, but Zoro knew he wasn't being very helpful. "It's... I'm not good at.. Expressing things with words... At least not.. Personal.. Feelings and all that shit..."
The blond head tilted as Sanji stared blankly at Zoro. "Is.. Something bothering you..?" he tried to offer. Zoro was right. He had never been that good at saying what he was really feeling. 'Would explain this weird mood..'
A nod was Zoro's first answer, but even that act seemed hesitant. "I... I told you.. Not.. To wait for me..."
Frowning, Sanji reached over and took hold of Zoro's hand. "And I told you not to wait for me... What's bothering you?"
Zoro looked down at the hand holding his own. The pale.. Flawless hand... He gently laced their fingers together. "I... Dropped back into your life unannounced.. I... Just want to make sure that I.. Haven't disrupted.. The new life you've made for yourself..."
Listening patiently, once Sanji figured out what Zoro was saying a soft chuckle left him. "Zoro.. Look around you. Do you see anything that even remotely hints that I've had any company here? Extended or otherwise?"
Now that it was pointed out, Zoro looked at his surroundings. Everything within the luxurious bedroom... Hell, the entire penthouse screamed Sanji. Sanji and no one else. He hadn't even seen any photos around of anyone other than their close knit group of friends. Though the realization relieved him, Zoro was struck by a ludicrous thought. He looked at Sanji blankly. "You.. Haven't been with anyone else..?"
"Pfft. Don't be ridiculous. Of course I have. You expected me to be celibate for five years? You cruel person." Sanji shot back, a playful lilt to his voice.
A less than enthused look formed over Zoro's face. ".. Ass. No, I didn't expect you of all people to be celibate. I just..." He couldn't say it.
Knowing that was probably the limit to his lover's eloquent quota, Sanji, without warning, pounced on the swordsman. Pinning the larger hands to the bed above the green head. He laughed at the growled curses that flew at him, but he silenced them all when he captured the dark lips with his own. He worked them over until Zoro stopped trying to resist. The moment the man beneath him relaxed, Sanji pulled back and smirked. "Idiot. Yeah.. I fucked around.. But none of them lasted. Because none of them were you."
Zoro stared up at the blue eye framed by gold hair and felt his heart pound. Finding his words were still failing him, Zoro craned his head up and managed to lick gently at Sanji's lower lip. The taste of them brought back many memories. All of them Sanji. "... Same here.." he finally whispered.
Practically purring on hearing that, Sanji let himself rest fully atop the swordsman. Readily returning to placing kisses along the tan neck. "I had that figured the moment I finally had you... There's no replacing you, moss head.. I didn't even attempt to." he whispered, nuzzling against the strong neck.
Zoro tilted his head back and offered up more of his neck to those persistent lips. "... I figured it out the second you got onto that bus... I didn't fully understand.. What it was I had.. Until I didn't have it any more..." His fingers laced with Sanji's and held on tight. "That letter you gave me.. Was the only thing that gave me hope.. That I hadn't lost it completely."
"Hm.. Now I'm glad I wrote it." Sanji mumbled. He had always wondered of Zoro had read it or not. Now that he knew... 'Shit, I bet it sounded sappy and rambling as fuck...'
Still, if it gave Zoro hope, then it served its purpose. After one last nip to Zoro's pulse, Sanji moved to his lover's left ear and gently tugged at the gold earrings with his teeth. "Now that that's settled.. Recovered yet..?"
Hands slipped from his grasp and began to wander as a slender body was already grinding against him. Zoro chuckled and wrapped his freed arms around the blond. "1,824, you said?"
"Probably more like 1,825. I think there was a leap year."
"Heh.. Sounds like we better get started on that if we're ever going to catch up."
"Mmm-hmm.."
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