Tumblrfame Chapter 10
This chapter is almost completely mature content. Please proceed with caution.
The entire way to the club room had been quiet. Sanji had glanced over his shoulder a few times to make sure Zoro was actually there and hadn't wandered off and gotten lost. Every time Sanji looked at him, Zoro had been staring at the floor, his brow furrowed deep in thought. He looked like a man walking to his own execution.
When Sanji opened the door to the club room, the eager and excited murmurs of his fan club silenced instantly, blood draining from their faces when Sanji entered, followed by an annoyed and awkward looking Zoro.
"So I heard we got sent something from Crimin?" Sanji broke the silence, waiting for Zoro to enter the room fully. The green haired man looked conflicted, standing on the doorstep and glaring from one shocked or terrified fan to another. After a sigh and a frustrated ruffle of his green hair, Zoro entered the room.
Sanji closed the door with a slight slam, locking it as loudly as he could. Zoro's shoulders tensed and the marimo's jaw went rigid. The others in the room glanced from Sanji to Zoro with wide concerned eyes, everyone except Duval, of course.
"AAAH! You finally decided to join us!" Duval cooed as he wrapped an arm around Zoro's shoulders, shaking him slightly. "What was that? I'm handsome?" Duval laughed, patting Zoro's shoulder. The marimo gave Duval a death glare and bared his teeth in a snarl, but the self-proclaimed club president didn't seem to notice.
Sanji walked over to the table, joining Perona who was rummaging through the large box on the table. He leant over it, peeking inside and seeing two shoe boxes and well-packed plastic airtight bags. There were even accessories in there!
"Eeee!" Perona raised one of the dresses into the air, the fabric pooling and shimmering in her hands. It looked like one of those dresses tied together at the back of the neck that only barely covered ladies' lovely bosoms in their folds. Sanji wasn't sure he'd want to wear this one, but it was a nice ocean blue color and looked soft.
Sanji reached out to touch it, his fingers slipping on the silk. SILK. REAL SILK. Sanji fought back a moan. He had ONE real silk tie and he never wore it because he was afraid to spill something on it. He remembered having a silk shirt when he was younger; he'd outgrown it and never gotten another one.
"Are there shoes with this one?" Sanji was curious to know if the people at Crimin had somehow gotten his shoe size correctly. He reached into the box, pulling out a few more bags of clothing. There was a sexy fitted top in there, cut at the sides and decorated with blue pearls, with a contrasting skirt attached in a separate bag.
Sanji froze, opening the bag containing the skirt and stretching it out. A miniskirt. His eyes widened slightly as he pulled the stretchy pleated fabric experimentally. This skirt probably didn't reach much further down than his ass. He placed the skimpy fabric on the table, glancing over his shoulder at Zoro who was standing at the back of the room, staring at the skirt Sanji had just laid down.
"There are TWO outfits in here!" Perona laughed, holding out a picture of the outfits someone had printed on a paper to go with it. "The top and skirt go with THESE." the pink haired girl pushed a box of shoes to Sanji, reading out the paper.
"This dress and these go together," she pooled the silk dress and a few accessories on the table, pushing a box of shoes towards the pile, "with these shoes."
Sanji opened the shoe boxes, the miniskirt and top were apparently supposed to go with some ankle high shoes, black and sleek. The heel was rather thin, and Sanji pulled out one of them to get a better look. He wasn't sure he was going to be able to walk on these, they were pretty high.
"Ooooh!" Perona cooed in delight, pulling dark blue lace underwear and garter belt out of the box. "Sexy! It even has stockings to match!" There was a loud clatter from behind them. Sanji looked over his shoulder to see Zoro pick up his bag of books, his ears red as he cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Two outfits are going to take a lot of time." Sanji mumbled absent mindedly, lighting himself a cigarette. "I guess we better get started." Sanji gathered the whole mess into his arms, walking over to the changing room and eyeing Zoro through the slit in the curtains.
The moss-headed roommate Sanji had dragged with him was shifting uneasily in the back of the room, clearly torn between running away or not. Sanji could see the competitive streak in Zoro's temper rising though. Sanji had never issued a challenge to the other man that Zoro hadn't taken on.
Duval offered Zoro a seat, that the swordsman took grudgingly, arms crossed and bag of books by his side. Sanji smiled, the books were probably to hide his erection from the others. Zoro looked bored, eyes lingering on the small stage at the end of the room before his eyes travelled over to the changing room.
Sanji withdrew into the curtains, smiling to himself as he looked the clothes over. If the idiot wanted a real smile, Sanji would give him one. His heart fluttered lightly as he started taking off his clothes, the knowledge that Zoro was only a curtain away making his skin sing with anticipation. He couldn't wait to show off.
Eager to put on a display for Zoro, Sanji hastily folded up his clothes, throwing his pants over the hanger at the top just to make sure Zoro knew he was stripping in there. The idiot wouldn't know this was abnormal, and his 'fans' wouldn't care.
"Perona-chan~ was there only one set of underwear?" Sanji had to bite his lower lip to hold back from peeking through the curtains. He could hear Zoro shift uncomfortably on the chair at the back of the room, books shifting in the bag as it left the floor.
"Yes! It's for both of them. Why? Do they fit badly?" Perona's voice was getting closer to the curtain.
"No, it's fine. Don't come inside, I'm naked." Sanji hummed teasingly as he slid the thin black fabric over his thighs, watching as they stretched out under his fingers and then fell tightly against his body. The soft thin line of lace followed the curve of his butt cheeks perfectly, slipping slightly in between them at the bottom. Sanji shrugged, they were probably being pulled by the extra weight in front.
He donned his garter belt, fixing up the stockings and enjoying the silken feeling of the nylon slide up his legs. This was a quality set of hose; he could just feel the difference as it slid up his thigh. It was thicker and softer than the other pair. The small clips to hold the stockings in place were a lovely silver color and had a fine pattern of waves on them.
The clasps closed with a reassuring click that Sanji swore echoed through the room. His fan club was being extremely silent right now. Their usual excited chatter of Sanji's former outfits and what they would like to see him wear next was absent. Sanji grinned to himself. The marimo wasn't THAT scary, surely.
The dress slid over Sanji's hips easily, stopping just above the line of his stockings. If Sanji moved his legs he could see the lace at the top and the silver clasp of the garter belt. At least he didn't seem likely to flash a lot of underwear by accident in this. Sanji ran the silken fabric up over his chest, taking the two chest-pieces together at the back of his neck. How women could wear this in public was a mystery.
He did enjoy it when the lovely creatures blessed the vulgar men with them though, but he couldn't possibly walk around in something this scandalous himself! Not that he would of course. He was aMAN after all. He'd never wear women's clothing casually. Not even in the privacy of his own home. That wasn't a manly thing to do!
He fixed the fabric so it covered his nipples and the area of pectorals that came with it. His abs were on full display as an exposed line of flesh peeking through the silk. His collarbone was bare too, and his neck appeared super long with the smooth fabric pooled along the nape of his neck and falling gently over his back. His back was completely exposed though, muscles bulging and a soft V at his lower back pointed enticingly to his butt.
His ass looked so good, perfectly defined in the tight silken fabric. Sanji was even convinced he could see the edges of his garter belt and panties if he pulled the skirt in one direction or another, making the dress tighten over his derrière.
He gave himself a satisfied once over, sticking his head out of the curtains to look around for Perona. He extended his arm, clattering with two silver bracelets he had slipped on his wrist. He could see Zoro staring at him, his face completely devoid of emotion and standing out among the excited and happy expressions of everyone else in the room.
"Perona-chan, do we have to do make up twice?" Sanji's brow furrowed at the pink haired girl that practically ran over with her make-up kit. Zoro was staring at the rattling jewelry, eyes hooked on the silver bands with their soft, flowing patterns.
"No no! We'll just give you something that fits with both outfits!" Perona pushed Sanji back into the confines of the curtain, and Sanji glanced over to Zoro who snapped out of his thoughts, frowning as Sanji disappeared back inside to put on his shoes.
"Oi! What are you doing? I don't have all day!" Zoro huffed impatiently, his voice only faltering slightly through the curtains. Perona rolled her eyes, pulling out her makeup and getting to work. Sanji leant back and enjoyed the feeling as he listened for Zoro's distant grumbling.
"Your boyfriend is annoying." Perona said softly, pouting at Sanji who froze up to stare at her, almost smudging mascara into his eye in the process. Sanji was sure Zoro could hear them talking, but the room was silent so Perona kept talking. "He keeps glaring at everyone! Make him behave or this isn't as much fun anymore!"
Sanji waited for a moment, allowing the girl to finish applying blush before he dared move his mouth. "He´s not my boyfriend Perona-chan, I already told you." Sanji said softly, almost cooing in reassurance to the girl. She passed him a lipstick, pointing to the mirror.
"Finish it off with that lipstick and we're done." Perona started packing up as Sanji screwed up the lipstick, completely ignoring Sanji's denial apparently. Sanji shrugged, he didn't care if the others were having less fun with this. He was doing this for the money after all. No other reason.
"Perona chan- do you have something that makes it smudge less?" Sanji asked cautiously, certain every single ear in the room was perked. He could practically feel the weight of Zoro's attention on the curtains. "-This one smudges a lot on my cigarettes when I suck on them." Sanji added innocently, the collective breathing outside the curtain hitching slightly and ceased.
"Hmmm..." Perona hummed thoughtfully, clearly not paying attention to the sexual undertones as she started rummaging through her apparently endless supply of makeup. "I have this gloss? It's super shiny though, but it sticks really nicely and has cherry flavor."
"We'll try that out." Sanji reached out and applied a generous coating and fixing it up in the mirror before he ran his eyes over himself to make sure he looked presentable. His lips were darker than usually, but it contrasted nicely with the rich blue of the dress. He pulled the curtain aside and stepped out, holding his breath as he tried to remain as neutral as he could.
The others in the room started admiring him, practically smothering him with compliments as they 'ooh-ed ' and 'ahh-ed' over his dress and shoes. The praise faded into white noise as Sanji slowly reached over for his cigarettes, lighting himself one and blowing smoke into the air. It was true; the gloss didn't smudge as much.
Zoro was looking at him. Sanji's skin was crawling under the heat of his gaze. He didn't have to look over at the swordsman to see it. He could feel the sexual tension in the air, the way Zoro's eyes trailed over his chest and stomach, lingering at his bellybutton for a moment before trailing downwards. Sanji shifted his hips innocently as he stood, showing the swordsman the line of his stockings and the silver clasp of his garter belt.
Sanji inhaled deep, trying to contain his own arousal. It wouldn't be good if he stained or stretched this nice underwear. He might have to keep it, being of such fine quality and all. Sanji made his way over to the small stage, making sure to sway his hips a little more than strictly necessary at Zoro as he felt the other man's eyes trail down his back.
Sanji fought back a shudder, taking his place at the center of the carefully lit stage and slowly finishing his cigarette. Gin was already in position, a little more nervous than usual, Sanji noted absently before looking over to Zoro.
The other man was sitting at the back of the room, one leg propped on his knee and arms folded over his chest, his face set in stone and the heavy bag of books laying in his lap. Sanji smirked at Zoro in challenge, arching his brow slightly before he stubbed out his cigarette, fixing up his lipstick by rubbing his lips together and popping them.
Zoro squirmed slightly and his frown deepened. Sanji turned his attention to Duval, who was making stupid poses and gestures trying to get Sanji to mimic them. Usually Duval just walked in and posed Sanji like a mannequin, but so far not a single person aside from Perona had as much as brushed against him.
Sanji did as Duval suggested, moving his head this way and that, tilting it at an angle and even bending over slightly. He couldn't wipe the soft grin off his face, smirking at the swordsman at every chance.
What sort of thing was the swordsman looking for in his pictures anyway? Sanji pulled on the chest piece of the dress, showing a little more skin. Zoro's jaw went rigid. Sanji turned around, clenching his butt cheeks and flexing the muscles in his back as he raised his arms over his head and pulled at the hair in the back of his head.
He couldn't see Zoro's reaction, but he heard some pretty painfully half-suppressed groans coming from the back of the room. This was fun.
The others were slowly forgetting Zoro was there, falling back into their enthusiastic blathering about skin and hair. Whenever the overexcited president of the club became overzealous and suggested poses that Sanji disapproved off, he frowned and refused and Zoro would snarl from the back of the room.
Duval paled slightly each time, glancing over to the swordsman that, more often than not, shot him back a sneer and a glare. His face instantly softened the moment none of the others were looking at him, eyes trailing over Sanji's figure so intently the blond was sure the marimo was forgetting to blink.
The bag of books was starting to lean a little in Zoro's lap, the swordsman hadn't moved at all though. Sanji quickly changed his line of thought, turning to Duval and Gin, who were looking exceedingly more uncomfortable with each passing picture.
"What? Aren't you going to ask me for an underwear shot?" Sanji frowned.
Zoro's grip on his own upper arms tightened hard enough to bruise. There was a low dangerous rumble from the man's chest that practically filled the room, despite Zoro's stoic expression. It was very similar to the alarmingly carefree expression Zoro had on before Sanji found the moss-brain's shirt torn on the bed.
"Ah... no. We're just..." Duval glanced over his shoulder, head snapping back the moment he made eye contact with Zoro. "ahem… since this one is more professional for Crimin; maybe we should skip them?" he squeaked.
"Hmmmm..." Sanji thought, running his hands over his hips and smoothing down the fabric, "makes sense. Are we done with this outfit then?" Sanji pulled the fabric slightly at his thigh, placing his leg out for reveal the lacy top of his stocking. Zoro's body went rigid, his knuckles white and Sanji could see the man's fingertips sink deeper into his muscular upper arms.
"Y-yeah!" Duval laughed awkwardly, pulling the curtains to the dressing room aside and ushering Sanji inside. Sanji was certain Duval was regretting his former offer to invite Zoro to join the club; at least he didn't have to worry about them bothering the swordsman after this.
Sanji pulled the curtain aside, slinking out of the silk dress reluctantly and holding it for a moment. It was so soft, he really liked it. Sanji bit his lower lip. He wanted to keep it, but how could he without the others figuring out he wanted to? He had to admit he really didn't want to let Perona have it. It was HIS, damn it. They sent it to HIM. It would be too big for the petite girl, anyway.
Sanji folded the soft fabric carefully, placing it besides his jacket before he slipped off the shoes. He started on the other outfit, careful not to smudge his make up when he pulled the tank top over his head.
The tank top was black and had a very wide neck, both his shoulders were revealed and his collarbone was on full display. His pale skin contrasted sharply with the black color, and Sanji started fixing up the tangled slits in the fabric at the sides. Starting around the center of his chest, the sides of the top were separated into multiple black ribbons that crossed against the soft white skin at his sides.
The top was tight too. Sanji could see the contours of his abdominals in the fabric as it lingered teasingly at his hip bones. Sanji slipped the pleated blue mini-skirt on, fastening it on his hips and pulling the hem of the black shirt over the top of it. It came down a little shorter than the dress, barely tickling the line of his stockings, so every single movement he made showed them off.
Sanji put on his other pair of shoes, thick decorated heels that made his legs look endlessly long between the heels and short skirt. His ass looked good too, Sanji noted happily as he fixed his hair and left the changing room, already sporting the makeup needed for this shoot.
"They wanted a lollipop for this outfit." Perona walked over, fixing a smudge of Sanji's eye with a precise pinky finger as she slapped the candy in Sanji's hand. The blond started unwrapping it, tapping his leg impatiently on the floor as he tried to unfasten the plastic wrap on the base. Zoro was looking at him again. Sanji felt almost naked under his stare.
Being naked might be better.
Sanji shook his head slightly when he finally managed to un-wrap the candy, handing the garbage off to an eager member of the fan club holding a trashcan. He eyed the candy, its rich, reddish color suggesting strawberry or cherry flavor. Sanji turned to look at Zoro, the man's eyes instantly snapping from Sanji's hips to his eyes.
Sanji smirked, licking the candy experimentally. "Oh, strawberry." Sanji hummed, carefully maneuvering the red orb between his lips to avoid smudging his gloss. Zoro's eyes trailed over to Sanji's mouth, lingering there as Sanji closed his lips around the base of the plastic rod.
Sanji rolled the candy around in his mouth with his tongue, giving it a greedy suck that hollowed out his cheeks slightly. He swallowed thickly pulling the lollipop out with a final suck and grazing of teeth. His lips running along the berry flavored ball for a second before Sanji raised it to look at it.
"It's actually pretty good." He mused, shrugging slightly as he walked over to the stage. He tucked it back into his mouth, arching a brow at Zoro who seemed to be perfectly calm. Almost dangerously calm. His shoulders weren't even tense. His eyes were dark and slightly glazed over, locked predatorily onto Sanji's.
Sanji felt hot in his skin. There was warmth all over his body. He'd never felt so sexy in his life. His body was tingling with energy; he could feel every muscle in his body tense from the attention. Even the things he disliked about his body the most, his damn eyebrow and slender arms, felt sexy under Zoro's heated gaze.
"Let's get this over with." Sanji was honestly surprised how sultry his voice sounded just then. He hadn't intended for it to sound that way. The others in the room didn't seem to pay it much attention, but Sanji's eyes were glued to Zoro. He posed with slow deliberate movements, only half paying attention to Duval's instructions.
The lollipop in Sanji's mouth was dissolving into nothing, tainting every drop of his saliva with strawberry flavor. Sanji pulled the candy from his mouth, Zoro's eyes followed it. The camera was flashing but Sanji didn't care. He brought the candy back to his mouth, biting it before he closed his lips around it and sucked it in.
Zoro's eyes met his again, and Sanji smiled.
Something cracked in Zoro's expression at that moment. Zoro's pupils shrunk as the man stood up, grabbing his bag and swinging it over his shoulder. He looked like the very picture of boredom. His face void of expression and his shoulders slumped calmly.
"I'm bored." Zoro droned, his voice devoid of emotion. The attention of every single person in the room turned to the man's stupidly green head. "I'm going."
The door was thrown open. Sanji's brow furrowed. He was sure he'd locked it, but Zoro hadn't touched the lock. Maybe someone unlocked it when he was in the dressing room? The door hit the wall with a loud thump. The swordsman walked out of the room and left the door to bounce off the wall and closed again.
Sanji stood still on the stage, the paralyzed group of people in the room watching the door creak closed. Shit. Zoro was gone. He left. Sanji waited for the reality to kick in.
Zoro was probably going to their dorm room. Zoro was going to take a shower and finish off by himself.
Sanji started walking to the changing room. He didn't want that. He wanted to hear his name. He wanted to hear it raw and throaty. He didn't want it muffled through a door. He wanted to see the expression Zoro made while saying it. How did his lips look when the formed the words?
"I'm going too." Sanji dragged the curtains over to cover himself as he slipped on his pants over the stockings and skirt. He didn't have time to remove them; he was going to miss it.
Sanji pulled his shirt on over the tank top, pocketing the silken dress casually with is boxers. He donned his jacket and changed his shoes, looking at the heels for a second as he thought it over.
He'd take them too.
Sanji slung the pair of heels casually over his shoulder, crushing the candy between his teeth and throwing the curtain aside. He tossed the plastic stick as he stormed past the shocked and embarrassed fan club.
Sanji grabbed the door handle, feeling the slightly loose rattle in the knob. There was a deep gash in the doorframe, the lock had been forced up, leaving the metal bent and disfigured.
Sanji grit his teeth as he lit himself a cigarette, not caring if he was caught smoking in the school hallways. He stormed down the hallway, his own arousal rubbing against his pants through the thin lace panties as he took large determined strides to the dorm. His strides turned to running, his running turned to sprinting.
Sanji felt the cold evening air on his skin as he ran across the campus grounds, jumping a gate to cut a few seconds off his time. He crushed his cigarette under his foot as he pushed the front door of the dorm open.
He took the steps two steps at a time, blood rushing in his veins and all heading southward. Two men chatting on the couch on his floor stared wide eyed at him. Sanji realized he was still wearing makeup. He didn't care. He kept running down the carpeted hallway of the east wing, finally reaching the third floor. Second hallway - room 11.
He already has his key ready, noting how the doorknob on their apartment looked a little loose as well. There was a slight indent just above Sanji's shoulder, probably from Zoro shouldering the door open a few moments ago. He stepped inside the room, closed and locked the door and looked around. Zoro's bag was lying on the kitchen table, the cupboard housing Zoro's alcohol was open and there were pots and pans all over the floor.
"Zoro?" Sanji rushed to their bedroom, it was empty. There wasn't any sound coming from the bathroom, the shower wasn't running and, for a moment, Sanji worried Zoro had taken his booze and run off somewhere.
"Zoro? You in there?" Sanji knocked harshly on the bathroom door, his fist trembling slightly when he realized it was locked. Zoro WAS inside.
"Cook?" Zoro's voice sounded slightly unsteady from the other side of the door. "Your photo shoot-"
"I cut it short." Sanji answered, trying the door handle. It didn't budge. "Zoro let me inside."
"No. Go away."
Sanji placed his ear against the door. He could hear the splash and sound of a bottle opening from inside. NO. He did NOT want Zoro to be drunk. Not for what Sanji wanted. No excuses.
"Let me inside you damn bastard!" Sanji tried to shoulder the door open, gritting his teeth in anger.
"You don't want to come in here." Zoro argued from the other side, Sanji could hear a bottle 'clink' on something porcelain. "Just leave me alone for a while and everything will be fine."
Sanji wasn't about to take any of that shit. The blond took a step back, holding his breath for a second to aim before he kicked the door, forcing it inwards enough to free it of the lock. The door swung open and bounced off the towel-rack, revealing a shocked Zoro sitting on the shower's edge with a bottle in his hands and a bulging tent in his pants.
Sanji stood in the doorway and stared. He took in Zoro's rapidly growing blush and the thin layer of sweat on his flushed skin. He slowly let his eyes trail down, eyeing the strained fabric at Zoro's groin. Sanji looked back up at Zoro, who looked stuck between mortification and embarrassment.
Without a word, Sanji took a step back, turning a corner for their bedroom and pulling his shirt and jacket over his head the moment he was out of sight. He tossed the clothes into a corner carelessly, not paying attention to the mess his hair had become as he pulled off his pants and kicked off his shoes.
"No! C-Cook!" The other man's shock had clearly passed.
Sanji toed on the high heels.
He could hear Zoro struggle to get up and exit the bathroom. Those eternally bare feet thundering on the floor as Zoro ran across the small living space, white knuckled grip on the doorframe of the bedroom as he entered.
"It's not how it really looks like, I can explain-" Zoro paused in the middle of whatever lie was forming on his lips, freezing still in the doorway as Sanji turned around. Sanji pulled his skirt down a little, smoothing out the back of his top.
"You don't have to explain." Sanji lit himself a cigarette, blowing smoke in Zoro's direction as he challenged the man to lie in his face. "I already figured it out, stupid marimo."
Again, Sanji could see the familiar haze of arousal settle on Zoro's face: eyes darkening and muscles tensing. Sanji felt the warmth spread across his skin, he felt irresistible. Zoro wasn't moving, standing in the doorway and staring at him like Sanji had just accused him of something terrible.
Sanji took a high-heeled step closer; he was taller than Zoro in heels. Not by much, but enough to give him the edge of confidence he needed when he approached. Zoro's jaw went rigid and Sanji could see his fists shake slightly. He'd never had an effect like this on anyone before. Sanji felt powerful.
Sanji entered Zoro's reach, watching arousal and self-control wage war on the marimo's handsome features. Sanji could smell Zoro's arousal, a heady mix of testosterone and sweat. He had to bend down slightly to fix the height difference, but Sanji slowly brought their faces together, his lipstick coated lips hovering over Zoro's.
"You don't mind?" Zoro's lips brushed up against Sanji's as he spoke. Sanji felt the electricity of the brief contact travel over his body and his lips were aching with need. He'd pushed it this far but he wanted Zoro to start this. He wanted to know what Zoro had been fighting to control.
"No." Sanji smiled subtly. His heart was beating madly in his chest. He was so close he could feel the heat of Zoro's breath on his lips. He wanted this so bad. He'd never craved another person as badly as he wanted Zoro right now.
Sanji could feel the need in Zoro's breath. He could see the lust in his eyes. Muscles were bulging in Zoro's arms from the effort of not touching him, shoulders tense and there was a subtle tremble in his back. Even with Sanji this close and clearly willing, Zoro was holding back. Why?
"So you won't change rooms?" Zoro's breath lingered on Sanji's features, ghosting over his slightly parted lips. There was a soft caress of Zoro's bottom lip against Sanji's, the contact lingering as the other man dragged out his words.
Sanji's breath hitched slightly, shocked at both the pleasure the simple contact brought him and the realization Zoro was just worried Sanji would move away. Three short weeks ago, Sanji might have considered it. But right now it was the most ridiculous idea he'd ever heard.
"Don't be stupid." Sanji glanced up to look into Zoro's eyes - the lust and passion there setting his skin on fire and almost ripping a needy whine from his throat. "This was my room first."
Zoro moved. Finally, FINALLY the idiot swordsman cleared the almost nonexistent distance between their lips. There was a soft clink of earrings when Zoro's head tilted, and chapped, slightly parted lips met Sanji's smooth, glossy ones in a soft, almost chaste press.
Sanji's eyes fluttered shut, his entire body feeling on fire and at the same time all he could feel was the warm press of Zoro's lips on his. Their arms were rigid at their sides as Zoro licked over Sanji's bottom lip, pulling at it softly with his teeth before letting it go.
"Huh, the gloss does taste like cherries." Zoro rumbled huskily against Sanji's mouth. Zoro's hands rose slowly and caressed Sanji's jaw line, holding him in place as he ran his tongue over glossy lips experimentally. Long gentle drags of hot warm muscle over Sanji tingling mouth caused the blonde's breath to hitch and come out in soft, trembling gasps.
Zoro's thumb ghosted over Sanji's cheek and Sanji melted into the gesture, raising his hands in the need to touch Zoro, but not knowing where he could place them. He wanted to do everything, touch Zoro everywhere, but he couldn't decide where he should start. Zoro's teeth grazed Sanji's bottom lip again, breaths mixed together as calloused fingers encouraged Sanji's mouth open.
Sanji's jaw slacked and his senses hit overdrive. The taste and texture of Zoro's tongue short circuiting Sanji's common sense as the kiss deepened. He clung to the front of the other man's shirt, like he was falling, still not sure if he could handle much more skin to skin contact at the moment. Zoro groaned into his mouth, vibrations rattling Sanji's brain loose and wiping his mind clean of everything but Zoro.
The kiss passed in a blur, Sanji could faintly remember wrestling Zoro's tongue back to do some exploring of his own, hot grunts and taste of cherries. When they pulled apart, he could still feel the lingering buzz of Zoro's touch on his mouth. Sanji was so hard, his skirt was bulging and he could feel the soft fabric of the panties stretch with the strain of keeping his arousal contained.
"Sit on the bed." Sanji demanded breathily, hand rising up only to take one last drag of his almost abandoned cigarette, finishing it and stubbing it out in the ashtray. Zoro made his way over to his own bed, sitting on the unmade mess and staring at Sanji as the blond sauntered over.
He stopped right in front of Zoro, knees barely touching as he bent at the waist to kiss the sitting man, resting his arms on Zoro's broad shoulders for support as Zoro craned his neck to meet Sanji's lips. The height difference gave Sanji perfect leverage to dominate the kiss, tilting his head as he slipped his tongue inside Zoro's mouth to memorize every detail.
Zoro groaned in appreciation, the sound vibrating between their lips for a moment before Sanji suddenly felt rough curious hands run up the back of his thighs. Calloused fingers scratching at the nylon stockings as Zoro's hands travelled upwards, Sanji broke the kiss and bit his lower lip, trying to hold back the needy whine that threatened to leave his throat.
He wasn't going to make such a feminine sound, even if the contrast of Zoro's warm, rough hands through the smooth silken fabric, sent shivers up his spine. Zoro's fingers lingered at the top of the stockings and his thumb pressed against the crease in muscle where thighs ended and the curve of Sanji's behind began.
Sanji was still leaning forward, breathing heavily into Zoro's ear as the swordsman's hands slid up to Sanji's ass and gave him a firm, possessive squeeze. Fingers slid under the edge of the soft panties, pressing down and scraping blunt nails over the pale skin as his hands retreated back to Sanji's thighs.
Sanji pulled away, pressing a couple of wet kisses at Zoro's jaw line as he took a step back. Zoro's hands reluctantly slipped off Sanji's body, the swordsman's eyes hazed over with lust. Sanji wanted to see that other Zoro, the one that could barely contain himself. The one that was pulsing with barely contained energy.
"Changed your mind cook?" Zoro's voice was husky, but there was a slight crack in the confidence that betrayed Zoro's anxiety. Sanji made a soft humming sound in response, placing one of his legs on the edge of the bed by Zoro's thigh, giving Zoro a generous look under his skirt.
"What do you think idiot marimo?" Sanji smirked, watching Zoro's eyes trail lower and lower until they found their prize. Sanji swallowed thickly, knowing he was being incredibly brazen but at the same time he felt so confident.
He felt like everything he did just made Zoro want him more. It felt so good not having to worry about keeping up an act or messing up the mood by doing the wrong thing. Zoro tore his eyes away from Sanji's garters and underwear, his breathing was heavy and his hands were gripping the edge of the bed.
"Go ahead, " Sanji managed to not groan, but his body was trembling with anticipation, "or have you changed your mind, ma-ri-mo?" Sanji smiled teasingly and Zoro's body simultaneously tensed up and relaxed, his face falling into that same expressionless state Sanji had dubbed 'boiling point' in the privacy of his own mind.
Sanji was suddenly robbed off his balance when Zoro grabbed his hips, pulling him forward so abruptly that Sanji had to grab onto the other man´s shoulders to keep himself from falling flat into Zoro's lap. Sanji's strained panties rubbing against the top of Zoro's thigh as he straddled it. Zoro's skin was warm and flushed with arousal. Sanji could feel the warmth even through the chlothes.
"Don't pull so suddenly-" Sanji's argument was drowned out with a moan when Zoro's lips started to devour his neck; wet, hungry kisses trailing down his throat and to his exposed collarbone. This damn top exposed all of Sanji's neck and shoulders and the marimo was taking full advantage of the amount of skin on display.
The room felt hot, Sanji's skin was flushing and the tight grip of Zoro's hands on his upper thighs felt like it was melting through his skin. Every single kiss Zoro planted on his neck and shoulders felt white hot and left his body burning in its wake.
Sanji was kneading Zoro's shirt, pulling at the fabric and breathing into the swordsman's ear, enjoying the heat of his face up against his own. Zoro's teeth ran across the pale and flushed skin and sank into it, suckling on the trapped flesh and prodding at it with a hot slick tongue.
"AH!... shit..." Sanji hissed, moaning into Zoro's ear and enjoying the shudder that travelled down Zoro's back. Sanji's hips buckled involuntarily towards Zoro, delicious friction and painful contact of his lace covered erection against Zoro's shirt and hardened abs forcing another half suppressed groan from Sanji's lips.
Zoro pulled away, leaving Sanji's skin feeling barren and aching for contact. There was an impressive bruise forming on Sanji's shoulder, framed by a red, evenly spaced bite mark. The blond hissed through his panting as he noticed it. Damn it, he never gave Zoro permission to mark him!
"Bastard... don't leave marks-" Sanji's argument drowned out when Zoro brushed Sanji's hands off his shoulders. Worried for a moment he'd managed to turn Zoro off, Sanji's mouth dried up in despair. He was about to start apologizing when Zoro grabbed the hem of his own shirt and yanked it off one fluid motion. Sanji heard a slight tearing of fabric as Zoro got it off his arms and chest in a flash before throwing the fabric away and returning his hands back to Sanji's hips.
"You can mark me back if you want." Zoro rumbled against Sanji's skin, hands sliding up Sanji's sides and blunt nails running over every single slit in fabric. Sanji rolled his eyes, letting out a muffled groan of annoyance, taking his time in running his hands over the now exposed torso before him.
Zoro's fingers tangled in the ribbons at Sanji's sides, hands slipping in through the openings at the top and sliding along Sanji's chest. Sanji inhaled deeply to contain himself, glancing down and noticing the shapes of Zoro's rough hands moving under the fabric.
Trying to hold back all the embarrassing sounds that threatened to rip themselves from Sanji's throat at the sight, the blond leant down to lick and suck on Zoro's throat, enjoying the taste of skin and sweat on his tongue as he smeared rapidly fading dark cherry kisses over Zoro's collarbone. Deciding he might as well pay the man back, Sanji took a bite of a particularly tempting piece of skin, suckling down as Zoro's fingers trailed burning hot streaks over his chest.
Calloused fingers sank into Sanji's skin, dragging the pressure outwards and down from his collarbone. Zoro's finger grazed against Sanji's nipple, and Sanji's entire body twitched, hips buckling against Zoro as the blond let out a startled gasp, letting go of the darkening piece of skin at Zoro's shoulder. Smeared lipstick framed the bite, the dark reddish color complimenting the bruise perfectly.
Zoro's shoulders rolled back as the swordsman's fingers lingered in place, frozen by the reaction his accidental brushing had caused. Sanji swallowed thickly; face bright red from a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He stared at the bruise he'd made, breathing deeply in rhythm with Zoro before he glanced up to look the other man in the eyes.
Zoro was staring at him with the same burning hot, hungry gaze Sanji had been trembling from at the photo shoot. Sanji was well aware his makeup was probably smudged, and his skirt was wrinkled and stained from the constant rubbing of his twitching arousal. How could he still feel this confident?
Zoro leant in, kissing him desperately, running his fingers over Sanji's chest and pressing down on skin, grazing nipples and pressing against the hardening buds. Sanji kissed back; the sound Zoro was desperately looking for drowned out in their mouths before the swordsman could hear it.
Sanji was aching, trembling. He was past the point of caring now, dragging his fingers over Zoro's skin and bucking in his lap. He could feel the bulge of Zoro's pants brush against the top of his stockings, smooth nylon brushing against the damp spot at the tip, leaving a warm sticky sensation on Sanji's inner thigh.
"Z-Zoro..." Sanji groaned, licking at the saliva at the corner of Zoro's mouth. Zoro's hands slid under the tight soft fabric, sliding off Sanji's chest and over to his back, grasping at it and pulling Sanji close as he buried his head in Sanji's chest. Sanji could feel Zoro's breath dampen his shirt as Zoro inhaled deep, looking up at Sanji with his mouth caressing the fabric.
"How far... can I go?" Zoro's voice was half drowned out in Sanji's top, the baritone rumbling against Sanji's chest and Sanji could swear his heart trembled at the vibrations. The dark, half lidded eyes glazed over with arousal as Zoro's deep, guttural breaths threatened to tear Sanji's mind apart.
"Aah..." Sanji arched his back in Zoro's grip, swallowing to regain control of his unsteady voice, "as far as you want... as long as there's lubrication... and no pain." Sanji added that last bit, biting his lower lip in embarrassment. He sounded so stupid, but he didn't have any real experience with these things.
Zoro didn't move for a moment, staring up at Sanji from the warm moist mess the front of Sanji's nice designer top had become. Sanji grit his teeth, looking away from those wide slightly surprised eyes. He shouldn't have said that. Zoro was going to laugh at him now.
The world suddenly flipped, Sanji grabbed onto Zoro's shoulders for balance as he was flopped down on the bed, high heeled feet awkwardly tangling in the sheets as Zoro climbed over him. Suddenly everything became so real. This was actually going to happen.
Zoro towered over him, looking him over with dark hungry eyes and Sanji instantly missed the confidence he'd had while being taller. Straddling Zoro with the other man at neck height had boosted Sanji's confidence, and now that he was looking up at the broad muscular man above him; that confidence started faltering.
His insecurity might have been showing, because the kiss Zoro pressed to the corner of Sanji's mouth was zealous but adoring, warm and gentle but passionate and offering Sanji every opportunity to speak his mind and withdraw his statement. Zoro's hands returned to the bottoms of Sanji's shirt, sliding the fabric upwards to expose his stomach.
Slow and steady was how Sanji would describe having his abdomen summarily exposed; all the while Zoro's tongue was licking along the edge of Sanji's ear. Inch by tantalizing inch Zoro revealed with his wandering hands. Sanji arched his back, missing the friction of Zoro's stomach against his groin. The blond slowly raised his arms, finally allowing Zoro to slip the expensive fabric over his head and toss it to the floor.
Sanji hissed when Zoro started kissing his way down Sanji's jaw, fingers caressing Sanji´s sides and pressing down just below his ribcage, sliding his thumbs down the firm ridges of Sanji's flexed abs. As soon as Zoro's mouth was at Sanji´s collarbone, the blonde's confidence started rising again.
How could he ever have second thoughts about something this amazing? The way Zoro's mouth lingered on every muscle, lips worshiping along edges and tongue dipping into every valley; it was all making Sanji feel light headed and weak in the knees.
Sanji could feel Zoro's cheap sheets against the skin of his back, the pillow his head was resting on smelled like Zoro and obscured everything around them from sight. There was nothing but Zoro, the pillow and the yellowing ceiling above them. Sanji turned his head to the side, inhaling deep as he slid his hands down his torso, locating Zoro's head as the swordsman licked at his navel.
Fingers buried in the green hair as Sanji ran his nails across Zoro's scalp, feeling goosebumps surface across Zoro's neck and the shudder that accompanied them travel down Zoro's back. Zoro let out a soft groan into Sanji's front, the appreciative noise going straight to Sanji's groin.
Sanji bucked on impulse, feeling the friction of his lace underwear and miniskirt against his arousal as his hips met Zoro's chest. The pleasure of the contact had Sanji's body craving more as he raised himself to be flush up against Zoro's warm lips and curious tongue. Sanji's eyes rolled back. Why was everything feeling so amazing?
Firm grip on Sanji's hips snapped him back to reality. Zoro pushed him down into the mattress, hands travelling the short distance of Sanji's skirt before he pushed it up.
"H-hey!" Sanji blushed in embarrassment, trying to push his skirt back down to conceal his aching erection. He could feel it strain against the soaked lace, the patternimbedding the strangest of pleasures on his skin.
Zoro let out a shuddering breath, lips parted as he glanced from the view of Sanji's underwear up to Sanji's face. The want is Zoro's eyes, the way his face went slightly slack and how his grip on Sanji's skirt went white-knuckled knocked the wind from Sanji's lungs. All he could do was jerk his hips eagerly towards Zoro's face, hands withdrawing from his skirt and gripping the sheets as his sides.
Sanji held his breath as he waited, not sure if he was really expecting Zoro to do what he thought he was going to. Sanji couldn't wrap his head around the idea, he fisted the sheets, feeling Zoro's warm breath on his inner thigh before the heat threatened to drive him insane.
Zoro's tongue dragged over the fabric, the hot firm muscle pressing at every exposed opening in the lace as Zoro licked along the trapped erection. Sanji tossed his head back and swallowed his whine, arching his back as he buckled against Zoro's face. For a second, Sanji glanced down, Zoro's face hidden by his mini skirt.
Sanji's hips sank slightly as the tension eased, Zoro's eyes appearing over the edge of the skirt. Sanji could see the smirk in them, despite everything below Zoro's high cheekbones being obscured by the skirt and Sanji's hips. The heat returned, now accompanied by Zoro's hands holding Sanji's body securely in place.
Slow, torturous drags of Zoro's amazing tongue teased Sanji's arousal, licking at the head and pushing it around in the soaked fabric. Sanji grit his teeth and clawed at the sheets around him, trying to get some outlet for the pleasure currently wreaking havoc in his mind.
Just when Sanji thought he couldn't possibly get any closer to the edge, Zoro's teeth ran along the fabric, pulling on the lace until that clever mouth smirked and his incisors caught the saliva and pre-cum stained fabric and pulled at it, freeing Sanji's erection from its patterned hell.
"Ohfuckyesss..." Sanji groaned, pulling at Zoro's hair as his body trembled in anticipation. He needed this so bad. Zoro let go of the underwear, the fabric snapping back and settling between Sanji's legs, trapped by the garter belt and unable to slide down Sanji's legs properly.
Zoro looked about as ready to burst as Sanji felt. The man was panting and groaning, fisting the fabric of the skirt roughly enough for the seams to gape. Sanji knew it was probably going to rip, but he couldn't possibly care at this moment. Zoro's hands travelled down the skirt to Sanji's stockings, undoing the silver clasp with slightly trembling hands.
"Fuck... cook..." Zoro half groaned, sliding Sanji's underwear down his legs and dragging his fingers over the soft nylon of Sanji's stockings. "Why do you have to wear so many layers?" Zoro half drawled, tossing the panties across the room.
"D-don't worry about that." Sanji huffed, the sound of Zoro's almost desperate rumble setting him on fire inside and making his blood surge. "You can work with this... right?" Sanji watched Zoro tense up from his crouched position at the foot of the bed.
"Right." Zoro affirmed in a husky growl, leaning over Sanji and kissing him heatedly, grinding with his own clothed erection from between Sanji's legs in slow circular movements. Sanji moaned into the kiss, jolts of pleasure surging through his body, crackling like an electric shock up his spine and straight to his brain.
Sanji ran his hands over Zoro's back, pulling and pressing Zoro closer and feeling Zoro's sides slide along the nylon of his stockings. They were going to slide down to his ankles regardless of the garter belt at this rate. Zoro pulled back from the kiss, resting his weight on his elbow planted besides Sanji's head as he rummaged through his drawers.
Sanji occupied himself with dragging his nails over the other man's back, licking and kissing at his collarbone as he listened to Zoro's thundering heartbeat. A few eternally long seconds later, Zoro's hand appeared over the edge of the pillow that narrowed Sanji's vision, holding a half-full bottle of lubrication.
Sanji smiled at the sight, giving Zoro a playful look from his collarbone. "Been having fun while I wasn't home?" Sanji teased, enjoying the flustered grumbling coming from Zoro as the man kissed him again. There was a little more bite in the kiss this time and Sanji enjoyed his punishment, biting back and sucking on Zoro's tongue in retaliation until the pop of the bottle cap caught his attention.
Zoro kissed Sanji's neck, an almost over-exaggerated amount of the clear liquid spilling out onto Zoro's fingers and dripping down into his palm. Sanji watched the hand follow along his torso until it disappeared under the skirt, the unfamiliar press of Zoro's fingers against his entrance causing his body to tense up.
"Just relax." Zoro encouraged, licking and biting at Sanji's shoulder to calm the blond down as Sanji closed his eyes and tried to regulate his breathing.
He knew what was going on. Zoro was going to prepare him. This was very important and would be much easier for both of them if Sanji could just relax. The blond inhaled deeply, choosing to focus on Zoro's talented tongue against his slightly aching bruise.
Naturally Sanji knew what sex between two males included. Thanks to awkward Google searches as a curious teenager -and that one Google search after THAT shower- he knew the most important parts were plenty of lubrication and relaxation. Zoro, apparently, knew what he was doing, and Sanji couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed at the fact. He wasn't jealous or anything though.
Zoro towering over him wasn't intimidating anymore, Sanji sighed into the touch, bringing his arms up to Zoro's shoulders and pulling him in for another kiss. Focusing on the taste of his own sweat and pre cum on Zoro's mouth and the lingering hint of cherries concealed within the more obscure creases of Zoro's lips.
Sanji's body shuddered as he relaxed, the foreign feeling of Zoro's slicked up finger causing Sanji to groan out. It wasn't uncomfortable, not really, but it felt weird. Zoro moved his finger around, sliding in and out as he kissed and licked at Sanji's lips. Soon the feeling melted from weird to comfortable, and Sanji felt another finger join the first.
Zoro's kisses roamed Sanji's neck, causing the increasingly aroused gasps to fade into moans as Sanji's body embraced the new sensations. Zoro's fingers parted and rubbed, bent and slid along places Sanji hadn't known he had. He felt lightheaded, certain that all the blood in his body was pooling in his throbbing, neglected erection.
Zoro was gritting his teeth, eyes hazy with arousal and Sanji was desperate to get Zoro's pants off. He tried to tell Zoro he wanted him, but all that came out was a breathy gasp and a long moan as Zoro's finger ran along the edge of something that rattled Sanji's bones and sent sharp jolts of pleasure through all of his limbs.
When Sanji realized that had been his prostate, the POINT to all of this, the GOAL of the whole thing, he let out a nervous laugh. It had felt so amazing, and Zoro hadn't even taken off his pants yet. It was almost terrifying in itself. Sanji felt Zoro withdraw his fingers, leaving him feeling empty and aching for something more. Zoro popped the bottle of lube open again as he took off his pants.
Sanji held his breath, clutching at the sheets in anticipation as Zoro undressed, the pants fell to the floor and Sanji eyed the sharp creases of muscle and painfully hard looking erection that had been hidden underneath. Zoro slicked up his hand again, groaning and hissing in a mix of pain and pleasure as he carefully coated himself.
Sanji watched in awe, his body flushed and aching for more of the pleasure he'd felt just then, but at the same time, Sanji wasn't sure he could handle it. He leant back on the bed, clutching the sheets with one hand and covering his face with the other. He laughed again, moans mixing with his chuckles and causing the obscene noise to echo in the room.
Zoro's lips met his, soft and inquisitive as Sanji felt the heat of Zoro's erection between his legs. Sanji grinned, kissing back and wrapping his legs around Zoro's hips, nylon stockings pooling at his ankles and dangling off his high heels as he urged Zoro inside.
He wasn't going to ask for this.
Zoro slid inside, the pressure uncomfortable at first, but Sanji knew it would soon change, just like it had with Zoro's fingers. The lubrication was slightly cold where it was pooled on the thickest, and Sanji grit his teeth when the throbbing tip slipped inside.
Zoro groaned long and deep, clinging to Sanji as he slid inside, breathing harsh against Sanji's skin. Sanji wrapped his arms around Zoro's shoulders, holding tight and feeling the shudders and twitches of hard muscles under his skin. God this was so perfect. Sanji arched his back slightly when Zoro rolled his hips forward, groaning long and loud into Zoro's shoulder before he nipped at his jaw.
Sanji panted, Zoro wasn't moving anymore. Both of them remained still, panting and embracing as Sanji adjusted to the feeling of being completely filled and stretched. This wasn't anything like the internet had described it. This was so much better. Sanji dug the heels lightly into Zoro's lower back, wanting the man to move and brush against that spot again.
The first thrust came down on Sanji like thunder. Rocking his body into the bed and causing him to gasp out in shock, he felt the lube spread to the places Zoro's fingers hadn't reached, rubbing against foreign territories within Sanji's body and threatening to send him over the edge right there.
Sanji grit his teeth, his pride wouldn't allow him to come before Zoro had even started. Desperate for some other outlet, Sanji clung to Zoro's head, fisting his hair with one hand and grabbing the side of the bed with the other as the swordsman set a pace.
Deep, rhythmic thrusts gradually shattered Sanji´s sanity, bringing him closer each time but never quite spilling over. Zoro's exhales came solely out as groans now, with the occasional deep rumbling grunts as he thrust inside, even his inhales were desperate deep gasps, almost as if it was inconvenient for him to remember to inhale.
"Z-Zoro..." Sanji managed to groan out, back arched and neck aching from the strain of keeping his voice down. He didn't want the entire dorm to know what was going on. "Zoro... I'm gonna..." Sanji choked out, gritting his teeth when Zoro's hand gripped his erection like a vice.
"N...No... Not yet" Zoro groaned, panting along the pale neck and causing Sanji to see stars of pleasure without the relief of the release. "Wait... for me... just a little more..." Zoro almost pleaded, his thrusts picking up speed and the subtle shift in angle hitting Sanji's sweet spot head on.
"S-SH-AAH!" Sanji's back arched and he gasped as pleasure seemed to consume his entire body. The tension in his groin pooled and thrashed, but there was no outlet. Zoro's grip was firm and tight, thumb pressing down at the weeping head while the swordsman kept slamming into that one spot that had Sanji's body tighten and shake in a hedonistic dance for gratification .
The lack of release was driving Sanji insane. The pleasure was overwhelming, mounting with each thrust until Sanji was sure he was going to lose his mind. He needed to come. He NEEDED it. He couldn't take any more of this. His blood felt red hot and boiling, his heart was beating at what felt like impossible speeds and every single breath he took smelled like Zoro.
"S...Sanji..." Zoro's guttural groan of his name had Sanji's eyes rolling back in his head with a loud, pleading moan.
Zoro's hand finally released Sanji's abused arousal. The blond arched his back wantonly, throwing his arms over his head to grab onto the headrest as Zoro's name spilled from his lips; raw and loud enough to hurt his throat. Sanji could vaguely feel Zoro come as well, but the pleasure of finally being allowed to come himself completely overshadowed everything else.
When both men finally came down from their high, Zoro shuddered in relief, vigorously licking and sucking at Sanji's lips to bring the man back from the brink of unconsciousness. Sanji moaned into the teasing touches, leaning up to kiss Zoro properly as his body still felt like it was made out of lead.
Pleasure was still tingling in Sanji's muscles, his back and shoulders twitching occasionally as his blood seemed to return to his other limbs and leave his formerly throbbing erection blissfully limp. When enough blood seemed to have rerouted to his arms, Sanji raised them slowly, hands feeling heavy and shaky as he caught Zoro's neck and pulled the other man closer.
Zoro collapsed on the narrow bed, knocking the air from Sanji's lungs with his weight as he slowly maneuvered out of the blond. Sanji kicked off his high heels and stockings, pulling his legs in and wrapping them around Zoro's.
"You're still wearing a skirt." Zoro pointed out in an exhausted groan, the smug and content expression on his face sending Sanji's heart quivering and his stomach tightening. Did he have the same face? He felt amazing, his body was aching in all the right ways and Zoro was so warm.
"It's barely a skirt." Sanji mumbled, reaching over to pull Zoro closer, feeling the swordsman nuzzle into his chest and breathe against his skin. Sanji remained blissfully on the edge of consciousness for a moment, running his hand through Zoro's soft green hair and enjoying the feeling of his uneven breath on his chest.
"Oi... cook." Zoro rumbled, lips brushing against Sanji's chest as the man looked up at him.
"What is it?" Sanji hummed, wrapping his legs tighter around Zoro's hips. He was so tired but he was dying for a cigarette. The pack was across the room on his bed though, and he was sure he wouldn't be able to stand right now, even if he wanted to.
"I didn't think you liked men." Zoro's hand reached down to rub at Sanji's lower back, easing the slight dull ache that was starting to set in now that the haze of orgasm was passing. "What with all the time you spend dancing around girls."
"I didn't think you liked men in frilly panties." was Sanji's mumbled reply. He was really craving a cigarette right now. "Not with all the time you spend lifting heavy things."
Zoro looked up at Sanji with an eyebrow arched. For a moment Zoro looked like he was about to say something, but he shook his head and rolled his eyes instead, his head falling on Sanji's chest with an exhausted thump. Sanji gasped slightly when the wind was knocked from his lungs again.
"Tired. Gonna nap." Zoro drawled, lips brushing against Sanji's chest and Sanji was sure Zoro could feel his heart fluttering in his chest.
"No you're not." Sanji chuckled, glancing over to his bed that hosted the crumbled mess that was his jacket. His cigarettes were in there and he REALLY wanted one. "You're gonna haul your ass over there and get my cigarettes."
"Do it yourself." Zoro said, while contradictorily sprawling himself over Sanji's torso, immobilizing him completely.
"Hmmm... okay." Sanji said cheerfully, feeling Zoro's brow furrow in suspicion. "I better just get dressed and start dinner anyway. Then you can take your nap alone."
"Fine!" Zoro grumbled, grabbing the sheets and tangling them around Sanji to keep him immobilized, stuffing his pillow on Sanji's face while he stomped across the tiny bedroom and grabbed Sanji's jacket.
Sanji managed to free his arms from the tangle and remove the pillow from his face just in time to grab his jacket. Zoro climbed back into bed, huffing in annoyance as he tried to get back into the same sprawled position as before.
Sanji lit himself a cigarette, groaning in appreciation and blowing the smoke into the air as Zoro settled back into the small creaking bed, arm slung around Sanji's waist.
"You're such an idiot." Sanji sighed, running his hand through Zoro's hair.
"You're a bastard." Zoro groaned, frowning into Sanji's side before he yawned.
Two long drags of the world's most satisfying cigarette later, Zoro was snoring. Sanji rolled his eyes, glancing at the beat up old alarm clock on Zoro's nightstand.
They could just have late dinner tonight.
"Shitty marimo."
To be Continued
thanks to mistresshasty for being my beta for this chapter. She apparently died multiple times and scared her cat while reading. I apologize to the cat.