Chapter 4
The taste of the other man rolled over his tongue as lips parted and granted him access. Excitement raged through him, clouding the fuzzy thoughts of `This is so wrong!´ and `He is taking advantage of you!´, but the kiss was too heated to ignore... The idiot swordsman kissed him with such force that Sanji felt his body tremble, and he held on to strong shoulders so that he wouldn't fall to the floor. Somehow they had managed to manoeuvre to the men's quarters, and now they leant heavily against the door. Zoro pulled away from the kiss first, and Sanji made an attempt to catch his lips again.
"Damn it! Get back ´ere, Marimo...!"
"I will, just wait," Zoro growled. He reached for the lower hem of his A-shirt and pulled the garment over his head, tossing it aside and leaving his chest bare. Sanji, not knowing where to put his hands, tried to get a grip of the wall behind him as to gain some kind of balance and just locked eyes with the younger man. He caught a glimpse of a grin before Zoro leaned in again and started to suck on Sanji´s lower lip. Large hands sneaked around slim hips and caressed his sides, sending shivers up and down his body. Zoro run his tongue along Sanji's now swollen lip, earning a soft sigh from the chef. Soon they were in a rough tongue-fight again, biting each other's lips every now and then. Sanji's hands had found their way back to Zoro's broad shoulders for support as the pair of hands at his sides had moved to his back, eagerly rubbing. The warmth was radiating from the swordsman's body, and Sanji felt how he started to sweat.
"Let's get this off, shall we?" Zoro whispered, and tugged at Sanji's shirt. The blonde barely nodded, too occupied kissing those skilled lips, and shrugged the shirt off as Zoro unbuttoned it. But the shirt didn't fall off completely, Sanji wouldn't let go of the safety that was Zoro's shoulders and Zoro decided that touching Sanji's torso was much more satisfying at the moment. He trailed kisses down Sanji's neck, nibbling ever so slightly and licking at the hot skin, all while caressing a well built six-pack and brushing his thumbs over nipples that got hard from the treatment. A moan escaped the chef.
`Holy shit! How is he doing that...! His hands... feels fucking amazing!´ Sanji wanted to scream, order Zoro to kiss him again, but he was too nervous and too embarrassed to move. Where Zoro's hands had touched him felt like on fire, and the way Zoro's tongue lapped at his neck... `He... is tasting me... trying out a new dish...´ The thought made him moan again.
"Zoro..."
Sharp teeth dragged over sensitive skin. "... yeah?" Zoro looked up to see a flustered face, eyes tightly closed and lips slightly parted, silently panting. "... Hey, tell me if I'm going to fast, okay?"
Zoro's low voice in his ear. It sent shivers down his spine. He could feel soft hairs against his cheek as Zoro leant closer, moving his hands to Sanji's sides again.
"Are you okay?"
Sanji had to lick his lips and swallow. "Yeah..." How the heck could he be okay? He was making out with a dude, and getting turned on by it! This was against everything Sanji had ever believed in. And where was this going, anyway? Sanji knew he was so drunk he probably wouldn't remember much the next morning, and the small voice in his head which still protested loudly told him this could lead to something he would regret. "Wha... what are we doin´?"
Zoro's breathe caressed Sanji's ear. "Just tell me when you wanna stop." Their eyes met. "I won't do anything you don't feel like."
Sanji made a sound somewhat close to a snort. "You make it sound like I'm a virgin."
"Well... aren't you one? When it comes to men?" That made Sanji more nervous and embarrassed, and it must have shown. "Damn it, I didn't mean it like that..." Zoro sighed and slowly rubbed Sanji's sides.
"I maybe am a virgin, but I do know ´bout... homosexuality... and stuff... Shit, you must think I'm a pussy...!"
"Now why would I think that? Sanji, I've never thought of you as a pussy." He brought a hand to the side of Sanji's jaw. "If it's enough for you, I'll feel completely satisfied just kissing you like this."
The little moon light that fell through the small windows made it possible for Sanji to make out the features of the swordsman and the look he had in his eyes. At that moment Sanji knew this wasn't something Zoro would take advantage of, or making fun of; he was dead serious. And that was the most soothing feeling he had have for a long time. With a sigh Sanji closed his eyes again and leaned in to meet Zoro's hot lips.
He felt Zoro's hands slowly rubbing his hips, and it made his face burn. Zoro was so in the mood, no matter how much he tried to convince Sanji kissing was enough. And honestly, kissing wasn't enough for Sanji either. As they continued their tongue-wrestling Sanji let his arms rest around Zoro's neck, since it seemed like a great idea, and felt really good. Zoro's hands moved down his thighs, up behind his back and down again to his hips, and his lips left Sanji's to kiss down his neck. Sanji moaned, letting his head fall back and rest against the wall.
"You like this?" Zoro whispered in Sanji's ear. His chest was pressed to the chef's, making it impossible to ignore their lower regions, all while sucking at the tender flesh below Sanji's ear, something he soon learned was one of Sanji's turn-ons. He dared to sneak a hand behind the older man and squeeze a firm ass, which gained him a surprised sound that turned into another low moan. Sanji rolled his head from the wall onto a broad shoulder and hid his flustered face in the junction of Zoro's neck. A second hand joined the first, and Sanji caught himself thinking `I'm actually enjoying another man's hands on my ass!´. As his moans rolled over his tongue the squeezes grew rougher. He couldn't take it anymore. His dick couldn't take it anymore. Sanji pressed himself to Zoro's groin, groaning out loud at the feeling of pleasure. Somewhere close to his ear he could hear Zoro groan in his deep voice, not exactly expecting that move from Sanji. Almost immediately Zoro pressed back, and they began a rhythmical dry-humping, Sanji with his arms tightly around Zoro's neck and Zoro's hands eagerly kneading Sanji's butt-cheeks.
"Sanji," Zoro hoarse voice came out in a soft whisper in the darkness, before he found Sanji's lips again. The blonde answered his kiss, completely absorbed in the heat of the moment. "Sanji..." Zoro moved his left hand from Sanji's ass to the growing tent in his wrinkled suit trousers, and caressed.
"Yes...!" Sanji moaned into Zoro's ear, grinding into the warmth of his hand; Zoro could have cummed right on the spot.
"I want to feel you," the green haired man whispered, adding some pressure to Sanji's groin, just to make sure the cook knew what he meant. "I want to touch you." Sanji's hot breathe washed over his bare chest, he could hear the moans change, but there were not any protests. He unbuttoned the trousers and unzipped the zipper, going slow so he wouldn't scare the now slightly shaking man draped around his neck. His hand slid down under the hem of Sanji's silk underwear, feeling the soft hairs, and touched the base of Sanji's erection.
"Khhh...!"
Zoro was pressing himself against Sanji's right thigh as he began to stroke the chef. The low moans and erratic breathes spilled out from the hot lips Zoro knew was swollen from kissing, and he let himself get lost in the moment, feeling himself get closer to the golden edge he was sure Sanji, too, would reach soon. Sanji mumbled something inaudible and resumed his humping, the hand around his cock stroking him faster, and the tension building up. He felt Zoro's lips and tongue on his neck again, sucking hard, even using some teeth. The bizarre thought of Zoro making love to his neck sent a jolt of fire down his spine, and he came with a loud groan, his cock pulsating in the swordsman's warm hand. Zoro, still with his other hand on Sanji's ass, quickly pulled down his trousers enough to pull out his own hard-on, and it only took him some seconds to jerk off, Sanji's outburst fresh in his mind.
They both stood there, arms around each other, panting heavily. Zoro notice that Sanji was about to pass out, so he wiped off his cum-cowered hand on his pants, lift up the light cook bridal style and carried him to a hammock. The blonde was already asleep when Zoro had pulled a quilt over him. For a minute he just gazed at the man.
´He'll have a huge hang-over tomorrow,´ he thought. But for now, Sanji looked relaxed, happily sleeping and completely oblivious to the world. Zoro bent down and kissed him gently on the lips. ´Sweet dreams, idiot. 'Cause you're worth them.'
Tbc