This is a long one folks! Enjoy! x
The kiss lasted a long time.
Not so much a kiss, but a meshing of mouths and frantic breath. Sanji forced Zoro against the door. His hands traced up Zoro's neck, loving the feel of his pulse against his palms. He knew he needed to get the door open, locate his keys, but he wanted to bury his hands in Zoro's hair forever.
"Hey," Zoro grunted through the kiss. He pulled back, but Sanji chased his lips once again, missing the contact. "Wait."
Sanji sucked harshly at his lower lip, and Zoro hissed in pain (and pleasure). "What."
Zoro prised one of Sanji's hands from his neck and brought it to his mouth. Zoro traced Sanji's knuckles with his lips, featherlight and tender.
"Not that I don't love kissing you," Zoro murmured. "But… any chance I could continue on the other side of this door?"
Sanji's heart melted. Under the light of his porch, he was seeing Zoro for the first time all over again. Poised, careful, equal parts fire and softness, at the flick of a switch. The hair, that perfect mix of tousled bedhead but neat enough to be considered professional. His piercing eyes, like a tiger; slow, calculating and never missing a trick. Zoro's skin, supple and firm, stretched perfectly over his jaw, cheekbones, and surprisingly soft to the touch…
"You're gorgeous." He breathed at last.
"Am I?" The reply was bemused.
"You know you are." Sanji reluctantly drew his hand from Zoro's and reached for his pocket. "Has no one ever told you?"
"Nope. It's usually along the lines of "you're so hot" or "I love your body"." He shrugged.
Sanji laughed. "All of the above."
No sooner had the door shut, and Sanji was upon him again. Away from the night air, the sounds of their slick tongues and ragged breaths were louder and sharper in the darkness. Sanji's leg had slipped (perhaps not so unintentionally) between Zoro's, and it took every ounce of willpower not to rut against it like a desperate schoolboy.
In the dark, Sanji seemed even more insistent, sucking on his tongue and moaning his name into his mouth. When he opened his eyes, Sanji pulled back with a wicked gleam in his.
"Sanji?" Zoro tried to catch his breath.
He didn't answer. Instead, he knelt in front of Zoro, tracing his fingers behind Zoro's thighs. Then realisation hit him. He shuddered as Sanji guided him forward, ever so gently, and pressed the side of his cheek against his leg. He felt the warmth of his face through the fabric, could hear his eager panting from where he stood.
"Sanji?" Zoro called again.
"Can I?" His voice quivered.
In the semi-darkness, Sanji peeked up at him. A fresh wave of arousal rolled through him, and Zoro felt his dick throb in his pants.
"Can you…what?" He swallowed.
But he knew.
He knew, even before Sanji shifted to nose at Zoro's zipper, nuzzling his crotch. Zoro stifled a gasp, noting how Sanji's motions seemed almost a little too keen, a little too affectionate. Sanji sighed heavily, spurred on by how hard Zoro was already.
"You haven't…" Sanji's voice was hoarse. "…the faintest idea…" He pulled, pressing his face into Zoro, nearly making him buckle. A long, low whine tumbled from his lips. Zoro swallowed; Sanji's voice was so… uninhibited, raw with lust. "How badly... I've wanted to do this to you."
Sanji had his belt loose in seconds. The sound of his zipper was slight, but stark in the hallway. Sanji's breath was heavy. Zoro's wasn't sure when he'd placed his hands on Sanji's shoulders. And when Sanji looked up at him, eyes glazed with desire, Zoro's heart hammered in his chest.
"Wait…" Zoro found his voice. Sanji's fingers disappeared behind his waistband. Dragged the trousers lower. His boxers were already stained with precum.
"Can't." Sanji rasped. "Can't, can't wait, ohhh fuck, I feel you. Zoro, you… you smell so good…"
The words clogged in his throat. Such an intimate statement. But in Sanji's voice… it was too much. Sanji's fingers found his boxers and dragged them low enough for access. Zoro hissed at the air around his already aching length, but then he was pulsing at the feel of Sanji's breath hazing over the sensitive tip.
"Fuck…" Sanji said again. He was mesmerised, taking in the sight of Zoro's weeping cock. "I knew you'd be huge."
Zoro swore, slamming his head against the door when Sanji's mouth enveloped his length. There was no warning lick, no gentle coaxing of his hands, or light teasing kisses. Sanji's eagerness, his blatant hunger for Zoro was only too apparent.
'He's definitely done this before…' He realised with a growl.
"You're so thick." The words were muffled. Feeling them said against his cock sent a fresh spurt of warmth into Sanji's mouth, who lapped at him eagerly. Sanji knew just what to do with his tongue; tight enough for ungodly suction, but loose enough for movement. Zoro cried out, utterly swept away. Warm, spit-slicked fingers pinched at his sac, massaging and milking without mercy. Another hand gripped the base of his length, tight and in perfect synchrony with the motions of his mouth.
Sanji pulled back, fixing Zoro with an obscene expression. His mouth parted, tongue peeking through, glinting with Zoro's precum. "You like this?"
Zoro growled, burying his fingers in Sanji's hair. He wrenched him up, fixing him with a glare. "Bastard." He rasped.
Sanji chuckled. He kissed the tip, almost lovingly, before slapping Zoro's cock repeatedly over his tongue. Zoro groaned, sending a few drops of white into Sanji's hair. It was so filthy, and Sanji seemed to all but relish in it; to surrender himself to his own desire to please, to taste and feel Zoro and whip his lust up into a dangerous storm. And still, Sanji wouldn't stop. He ran the rough underside of his tongue over the tip, teasing and wet. Sanji curled the tip of his tongue right over the slit, and Zoro cried out again it was so good. He was throbbing, aching to bury himself in the heat of Sanji's mouth, feeling it all over him once more. And it was only when Zoro practically dragged Sanji's head over him that he indulged. As if he'd been expecting this, Sanji didn't gag. Instead, he resumed his earlier coaxing with his tongue, roving over Zoro's length, circling and sucking skilfully, drawing Zoro ever deeper into his throat.
"S-Sanj-!" He couldn't speak, couldn't form the words. His voice, the same scrambled mess as his mind came out in garbled sounds, urging Sanji to stop, to slow down, to keep going all at once. His hands gripped at his hair, fingers buried in the strands, determined to apply the same force to Sanji's head that the man was applying to his cock.
And he was eager, that much was obvious.
Sanji's own groans, guttural and deep were muffled by Zoro's throbbing cock, all but choking him. He swallowed hungrily, pressing his tongue forcefully along the base of Zoro's length, lapping away without mercy. His eyes seemed drunk, deliriously lost, as if he were the one receiving the pleasure, not giving. He sucked, drawing his lips perfectly over the base, just above his kneading fingers, oh so careful about his teeth. He drew him further still, burying the leaking tip right to the back of his throat, until his nose grazed the strands of hair on Zoro's crotch.
And still, the pressure continued.
Zoro felt as though his very soul were being sucked out. He wanted to rock his hips further into that sinful heat, fuck Sanji's mouth raw for making him feel like this, for doing this to him, but he was rooted on the spot, stubbornly glued to the door. His legs were tense, his back coiled with the need to come, so sudden and intense the pleasure was, unlike anything he'd ever felt.
"Gghh- Sanji-!"
He held on, gripping Sanji's head for life. The orgasm ripped through him, a sensation that seemed to shock every nerve in his body. He poured and poured into Sanji's throat, still milking around him, clenching and holding him through it all, swallowing everything. The shudders wouldn't pass, and he trembled for almost a minute, dazed and disorientated.
At long last, Sanji loosened his mouth from around him with a satisfied sigh. Then he chuckled softly, trying to catch his breath.
"You don't know… how many times I've done that to you in my mind."
Zoro looked down, heaving with exhaustion. His head was spinning, and his entire body seemed to throb, sending every heated pulse spiralling down to his sensitive, spent length. Sanji rose to his feet and offered him a lazy smile.
"Good?" he asked softly.
Zoro met his eyes, still panting. "You know it was."
"I do." He smiled again.
Zoro was about to speak, about to reach for Sanji, but he turned away from him. Zoro took another deep breath, adjusted his trousers before following him down the hallway.
"Where are you going?"
He didn't answer. The house was dark, and Sanji made no move to turn the lights on. He passed a few rooms until they reached the kitchen. The blinds were still up, and Sanji's outline was illuminated by the fading light. He stood by the sink with a glass in his hand.
Zoro reached for him. "Don't."
"What?" Sanji turned the tap, letting the water run. "I can't –"
Zoro spun Sanji around without warning, making the glass clang in the sink. He leaned in, reaching behind to turn the tap off, and pressed Sanji against the sink. He tried to push back, but Zoro kissed him. Gone was the fervent urgency from before, replaced by an odd tenderness that had Sanji's heart melting. With an effort, he kept his mouth shut, but Zoro was insistent. Sanji pushed, wetting his shirt with his hands, but then Zoro's fingers trailed along Sanji's face, behind his neck and he was lost. He opened his mouth with a sigh, tensing when Zoro's tongue seemed intent on tasting everywhere, everything. Hesitantly, Sanji indulged him.
Zoro finally pulled back, resting his head against Sanji's.
"You know…" he breathed. "That's the first time I've tasted myself." Almost lazily, Zoro sought out Sanji's ear through the strands of his hair.
Sanji swallowed. The lips at his ear were distracting. "I wanted to… rinse first. Before anything else happened, I mean. I wasn't sure if you'd…"
He felt himself flush at the words despite himself.
"It's the first time I've wanted to." Zoro murmured. His teeth were at Sanji's earlobe now, nipping at the skin. "Your taste, mixing with mine… it seemed like a waste to pass up."
"My taste?" Sanji managed. He clung to Zoro's arms now, grazing his nails into those impossible forearms.
"You taste crazy good." He pulled back. He could see Sanji's eyes now, glistening with desire, questions, hesitance, and some fear. He shut his eyes and pressed a gentle kiss to the man's brow. "I don't suppose you'd… let me return the favour?"
Sanji coughed loudly, making Zoro step back. His hands were over his mouth, and Zoro suspected his face was red.
"What?" he laughed. "I'm serious."
"Oh, Zoro." Sanji chuckled. "Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to coach you through your first blowjob."
Now it was Zoro who fought back an angry blush. "You sound like some pervy teacher."
"And you sound almost hopeful." Sanji forced his breathing under control. "But not tonight. And besides, I have a better idea."
Sanji led him by the hand. Zoro was too dazed and far too content to properly appreciate the sheer size of Sanji's house. Every time he thought they'd arrived, there was another flight of stairs, another corner to turn and another hallway to walk down. Like a goddamn castle. When Sanji finally stopped in front of a large door, he could barely look at him.
'Guess we're both nervous.' He thought.
"Well…" Sanji coughed. It did little to clear the hesitation clouding his voice. "This is my… room."
"I figured." Zoro smiled.
Sanji wiped his palms along his trousers. "You sure about this, Zoro?"
Zoro reached out to gently tug on Sanji's wrists. He resisted, but eventually let the man guide him into his arms. "If I had a pound for every time you've said that –"
Abruptly, Sanji began to laugh.
"What?" Zoro scowled.
The landing was drenched in darkness, yet the shine in Sanji's eyes and the curves of his smile cut through. Zoro felt the air leave his lungs. "I just remembered our bet. And... everything that's happened since. It just feels… surreal. Like I'm not registering you here, in my house. With me."
Zoro waited a beat. Then he leaned in. The kiss was gentle and warm. Reassuring in its softness. Sanji's fingers trailed along his arms, careful and questioning. Zoro drew his tongue into his mouth again, caressing Sanji's with all the tenderness in the world.
When Sanji pulled back, he was already breathing hard. "Zoro…"
"No more now."
"No more of what?"
"This 'but he's straight' bullshit." Zoro grimaced. "Or 'but he's never been with a guy' and 'but I have a penis' – I get it, Sanji. I know you're worried and shit, but… I get it. In case it hasn't been pretty damn obvious yet, I know what I'm getting into, and I don't plan on running away this time."
Sanji felt his heart swell. He smiled, uncharacteristically wide and pulled Zoro into a tight embrace.
"Oi–!" Zoro spluttered.
"I never said any of that." He murmured into Zoro's ear.
"You didn't need to. It was written all over your damn mug." He patted Sanji's back awkwardly, thrown by the sudden affection. "I get it," he breathed. "But I'm telling you Sanji – you don't need to hold back on me, alright? I'm a big boy."
Sanji reached for the back of his head, and the grip to his hair was far from gentle. Zoro winced as he was forced to look up, forced to feel Sanji's excited breath against his lips.
"Oh, I know you're big." Sanji smirked. Zoro felt himself flush. "Nothing I can't handle. As I've already demonstrated, I believe?"
Zoro's eyes glinted. He fought down a shiver, recalling the feel of Sanji's mouth around his cock. "You caught me off-guard downstairs. Don't get used to it."
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
At once, Sanji's hands flew to his face, drawing him in for a messy kiss. Their tongues met, slick and fiercely hot. Zoro tugged at the base of his shirt, but Sanji swatted his hands away. Without breaking the kiss, Sanji guided them into his room. Enough light from the hallway spilled into the doorway, casting strange shadows over the floor. And with how Sanji was kissing him, the sounds he made, how he fit perfectly against his body, it wasn't long until Zoro was hard again.
Sanji stepped into him, backing Zoro against the bed. He grunted when Sanji advanced still, making him sit. Sanji wasted no time in straddling him and claimed his lips once more, running his hands through Zoro's hair. But when Sanji shifted to lean his weight against his chest, and tried to push him down, Zoro held firm.
He smirked into the kiss. "Thought you'd have me on my back, cook?"
"Tease." Sanji hissed. He pushed again, but the man refused to budge.
"Nah. I've got you right where I want you." Zoro murmured, raking his eyes over Sanji. The shadows hid far too much for Zoro's liking. "I'm gonna make you work for it."
"Gladly." Sanji purred. "Be careful what you wish for, Zoro."
With a sudden roll of his hips, Sanji pressed his crotch against Zoro's, making him groan, long and low in pleasure. He hooked one hand onto Zoro's shoulder and used the leverage to angle his thrusts better. And fuck, did he know just what to do with his legs. Zoro's cock throbbed powerfully in his pants, aching to be freed, to feel more of the man's heat against it. He was so beautifully trapped, pinned under Sanji's weight, desperately trying to grind back but unable to move effectively. Zoro grunted in frustration, pulling Sanji in for another kiss, but the man danced just out of reach, swiping his tongue across parts of Zoro's jaw, his cheeks or his ears. They went on like that for minutes, Sanji grinding against him, panting and moaning softly in the darkness.
"Sanji," He groaned through clenched teeth. "Enough already."
Sanji chuckled low, releasing his shoulder now to cradle Zoro's head. The move aligned their hips perfectly, and Zoro gasped as he felt his entire body thrum with heat. Sanji pressed his face into his hair, flooding Zoro's senses with the scent of his neck once more. Desire clenched at his throat. When Zoro's teeth nipped at the skin, flickering and greedy to taste him more, Sanji shivered in delight.
"Not yet…" he keened. Sanji rutted again, gripping the strands of Zoro's hair tighter. Zoro, spilling a moan over Sanji's skin. Every movement, each shift of his hips coated Sanji's arousal with stickiness, and the movement of fabric against his cock was so good. Close to release, Sanji tried to stave off his orgasm, breathing in Zoro's scent, forcing his hips to slow down.
Zoro groaned Sanji's name against his skin. He almost surrendered then, lying down to let Sanji have his way with him. If he hadn't come once already, Zoro knew he'd have blown his load long ago. When he felt Sanji tense up against him, his body coiled with tension, Zoro slipped his hands behind Sanji's back.
Sanji glanced down.
His eyes were used to the dark now. When he looked, he saw Sanji's eyes were lidded, so clouded with desire that Zoro found he couldn't breathe. He didn't even recognise the man. Not a single shred his usual confident self remained; here, Sanji was an utter mess. His hair hung in damp strands over his eyes, and his lips were parted, letting every desperate sigh slip right through. He could taste the desire in the air.
"You're…" Zoro battled for the word. His mind was chaos. Hot? Sexy? Beautiful? Cute? "…killing me here, Sanji."
At that, kissed him again, with the same crazed ferocity as downstairs. His tongue lapped and twirled along his, aquatinting itself with Zoro's like a second skin. Saliva slid between their chins, dripping down their necks and into their clothes.
Feeling brave, Zoro let his hands trail to the hem of Sanji's shirt. Sanji sensed this and pulled back to glance down at Zoro. He freed the material from Sanji's trousers, and let his fingers dance up his back, not quite tickling, but making the man squirm against him. Sanji's head dropped to his shoulder with a deep sigh.
"Your back seems…" Zoro traced one long finger right up Sanji's spine, and the man bucked violently against him. "Sensitive?"
"Shut up…" Sanji hissed through his teeth. He was all but draped over Zoro's shoulder, shaking against him. His hands clutched at Zoro's shirt. He could feel himself slipping, painfully aware of every one of Zoro's touches, every little tremor in his voice.
Zoro leaned in, pressing his lips right to Sanji's ear. "I think it's cute."
Sanji shivered. "You… need to stop that."
"I don't think I do." Zoro traced his tongue along the lobe. When he dragged his nails, ever so gently, up Sanji's back, the man moaned weakly. He collapsed like a ragdoll against him. Zoro felt his thighs tremble against his and laughed softly into Sanji's ear. "See? You're loving this."
"Z-Zoro…" Sanji whined.
He'd never heard his voice in that tone. Or another man's, for that matter. It was so heavy with lust, an urge to come, tired, flushed and so dreadfully excited all at once. Like Sanji were begging for mercy, for some sort of break, but at the same time, feeling so utterly betrayed by his body; wanting to continue, to be teased more, edged and edged until…
"I think you made a mistake earlier…" Zoro whispered. He sucked harshly at the skin right below Sanji's ear, earning him a strangled yelp. "Telling me about your little dirty talk kink. Surely, you'd have known I'd use it against you?"
He sucked again and Sanji writhed.
"Or…" Zoro dragged his teeth, letting his breath warm the skin. "You were hoping that's exactly what I'd do. Right?"
He clawed with more force this time, and Sanji yelped in pleasure. He ran his palms along the muscles, pressing, soothing the lines he'd scratched along before teasing once more. Sanji breathed and moaned against his shoulder and Zoro surprised a shudder of his own when he felt Sanji bite into him. Sanji had his entire body against Zoro, like a magnet incapable of moving. His mouth was open over Zoro's shoulder, soaking the material in his saliva, his breath warm and heavy. Zoro was struck by how vastly different it was to having a woman against him. The hard muscles, the deep rasping at his ear, how Sanji clenched at his back with unhindered desperation. And the mere idea that Zoro could grip, claw back just as hard, bite without holding back and it would only spur the man on had him shaking.
'I could get used to this…' he mused. 'Not bad, cook.'
Zoro reached up to grip Sanji's hair, wrenching him from his shoulder. He winced, barely able to meet Zoro's gaze through his glazed eyes. Two of his shirt buttons had come undone, and Zoro found himself mesmerised by his collarbones. He drank in the sight of Sanji, flushed and dazed and quivering with need.
'Not bad at all.'
And when he spoke, his voice was low and full of dark promise.
"I'm going to ruin you, Sanji."
"You're full of contradictions, aren't you?" Zoro sighed. He leaned in and teased a few strands on Sanji's hair into his mouth, coating them with his tongue. "Strutting around, demanding my attention, so keen to have your way with me. Even now, look at you, humping all over me… like a little slut."
Sanji all but sobbed in pleasure, refusing to look at Zoro. One of his hands, hot and slicked with sweat gripped the base of his neck, urging him on. Zoro took the hint and swallowed around a groan of his own.
"You couldn't even wait, could you?" He continued. He kept his voice low, almost husky. "So eager to suck me off like a goddamn pro the second we were in the house. You're so dirty. I wonder… how many times have you done that? Shot load after load into that filthy little mouth of yours?"
"Zoro -hhhhnn…" Sanji whined. He knew he was barely holding on to reason. Sanji rolled his hips again, but Zoro gripped at his belt.
"Oh no." Zoro growled. "You've had your fun, Sanji. Now you're gonna show me some restraint. Understand?"
With another little noise, Zoro felt him nod into his shoulder.
"Good." He purred. "Good. You're gonna listen to me very carefully now. No matter what I do, no matter what I say… you're gonna stay perfectly still."
Zoro let his hand slip from Sanji's belt to trail along his thighs. He felt them tense at the move, felt Sanji's sharp intake of breath.
"Not another word. And no more rocking against me." He chided gently. He kept his voice low, like he was sharing a secret. "I know you're close. I can feel it. Hear it in the way you're moaning. Your voice is dripping with lust… and who'd have known? Perfectly tailored, well-spoken, sophisticated bastard that you are, leaking wet and humping into me… all because of a few words? What am I going to do with you?"
Sanji shuddered against him. He held Zoro's neck with a sweaty grip, trembling and desperate, not daring to breathe. Zoro felt his heart thundering through him, in time with his own.
"If I'd known…" He went on, letting his hands settle at the base of Sanji's back. "Just how dirty you really were, I'd have done this sooner." With a deep breath, he reached down, gripping the curves of Sanji's clothed ass in both hands. Sanji stifled a moan, the sound emerging high-pitched and strangled behind his pursed lips. He clawed at Zoro's neck, making him chuckle. "Oh?" He squeezed again, massaging harder. The move shifted Sanji forward, into him once more and they both groaned long and hard at the friction. "You like that, don't you?" He pushed, moving Sanji effortlessly against him, letting his own hips rock slightly, teasing them both. And though Sanji was a man, Zoro knew what his strength did to people. There was no way Sanji was used to being manhandled like this. "And look. You're being so good for me. I know what your body wants right now. I know, I know just how badly you want to keep moving, smear your cum all over your underwear like a filthy, desperate slut." He sucked Sanji's neck gently. "But you're holding back for my sake, aren't you? All because I said to stay still no matter what." He kissed him again, letting his tongue smear messily against the skin. "You'll continue listening to me, won't you?"
Sanji nodded weakly.
"Tell me." Zoro commanded. He gripped Sanji's ass. "Say you'll listen."
"I… I'll…" Sanji heaved. He sniffed, trying to hold back tears. "I'll listen. I will."
"And you'll do what I ask?"
"Yes. Yes…"
"Good boy." Zoro kneaded him affectionately. "I want you to reach into your pants, Sanji. Do it now for me. Open your belt and reach right through your underwear. But don't touch yourself. Not yet."
Sanji moved to comply. He shifted to rest his head in the crook of Zoro's neck and sighed in contentment as both hands disappeared into his trousers. Zoro noted this and fought back a smirk. They waited a beat, Sanji faithfully still, and Zoro relishing in the weight of him in his hands, against his body, completely at his mercy.
"Two hands, Sanji? Greedy, aren't you?"
"Hahh… please. Zoro, I need it…" He was at his limit. Zoro kissed his hair in sympathy.
"I know…" Zoro soothed. "It's okay. It's okay. Now… stroke yourself. Do it nice and slow for me."
Sanji clenched his teeth, shutting his eyes in ecstasy. Zoro felt the movement of his arms, painfully slow. He knew it was taking all his strength to restrain from stroking faster, to come right now all over his hands. He gave Sanji's ass another encouraging squeeze.
"That's it…" He murmured. The man was so hot against him, so riled up and shuddery, that it took great willpower for Zoro to keep his own hands off his cock. "You're throbbing, I bet. What are you thinking about, Sanji?"
Sanji moaned, pumping with both hands. He shifted up to lean his chin on Zoro's shoulder, and Zoro wasted no time in burying his face in his neck. He kissed the skin, inhaled the scent, the fever emanating from Sanji's body like a furnace, growing hotter by the second.
"You'd want my hands stroking you, huh?" He whispered into the skin. "Gripping and pulling and twisting, just right?" He groped Sanji's ass again, harder. "And feel you drip all over my fingers. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Seeing your cum slicked over my skin."
"Z-Zoro…!" Sanji begged. His voice strained, ached with the need for more pleasure, more movements of his hands. "Zoro, I can't, please… no more –!"
"Faster now, Sanji, come on." Zoro urged. He growled into his neck, shifting Sanji against him, rocking his hips along his hardening length, loving the feel of that ass in his hands.
'I want to be inside of him soon.' He realised.
"I want you to come all over your hands. Ruin your work clothes, milk yourself for me, come all over yourself like the filthy little shit you are, Sanji. That's it… that's it. Fuck, Sanji…"
"Hah-hahhhhh –!" Sanji choked. He pumped harder now, lost in pleasure, his orgasm fast approaching. Zoro tasted the sweat, felt the tension cord in Sanji's neck, and bit down hard. Sanji cried out, arms working, stroking himself without mercy. Zoro pulled Sanji against him, kissing and sucking on his neck, groaning words that no longer made sense. And then Sanji jolted, coming hard and long with a shudder that rendered him speechless. The convulsions rocked him, Sanji's thighs shaking and squirming as wave after wave of pleasure rolled off him. Zoro held him through it, rubbing his hands soothingly over his back, whispering words into his neck.
Sanji sighed, trying to catch his breath. "Zoro..."
"You okay?" he asked. All of a sudden, the weight of his words, his actions washed over him. Should he hold him? Kiss him? Hug him? Talk to him? Give him a moment? Make a goddamn cup of tea?
"If…" Sanji drew in a staggered, heavy breath. "If I irritate you… ever again, just… hahhh, fuck… do exactly what you did, and I'll go on my knees for you there and then."
Zoro chuckled low and deep, pressing another kiss to Sanji's damp neck. He gave his ass a playful slap, and Sanji squirmed. "As if I'd need to persuade you."
"Hah. Touché."
"Did it really feel that good?" He asked hesitantly.
Sanji peeked up at him. "I didn't take you for the doubtful sort. Should I show you the mess in my pants?"
"No," Zoro shook his head. "Not now. I was talking about earlier. Downstairs."
Sanji waited.
"When you… sucked me off."
He grinned. "I just wanted to hear you say it again."
Zoro gripped his ass, making him yelp. "You looked…"
"Pretty turned on, right?" Sanji lifted his head to rest it against Zoro's. "I was."
He pressed a soft kiss to Zoro's lips. He was still breathing hard, and the heat from his skin made Zoro's own prickle pleasantly. "Have you ever done something similar with a woman?"
"Well, yeah…"
"Then you know how it feels." Sanji explained. "There's nothing quite like it, right? It's so intimate, like you're making love right there with your mouth, whispering and giving with such care… and you feel absolutely everything?"
Realisation tickled at Zoro's mind. "I think I get you."
"There's an element of total control you have over them at that point." Sanji murmured dreamily. "And don't get me wrong – doing such a thing with a woman is… intoxicatingly good. But I'm a man." He sighed. "And of course, a woman will leave little hints that she's feeling good, and that spurs you on. But… as man, you know. You know what feels good, in a way that you'll never know about a woman. And you get to give that to someone. Then, every little shudder, each twitch of their desire, you feel – taste – everything. You suck, lick, bite, and they thrash about, and it's all because of you?"
He pulled back and offered Zoro a lopsided smile. "Which part of that wouldn't turn me on?"
Zoro swallowed. "You've got a way with words yourself, don't you?"
"Not in the way you do." Sanji laughed.
"Speaking of taste…" Zoro said.
Sanji looked at him. "Yes?"
"Would you show me your hands?"
Despite the darkness, Zoro knew he must have been blushing. "Zoro, they're still…"
"In your pants, right? I know."
"That's not what I mean." He was trying to squirm away from him, but Zoro gently touched his forearm.
"Don't. Sanji, I want to."
"It might be too much –"
Zoro's voice was soft when he next spoke. Softer than Sanji had ever heard it. "Please?"
Sanji's head spun.
Snippets of things Zoro had said to him, the way in which he had said them were replaying in his mind, and he was desperate to cling on to them before they all slipped away. Zoro had forever been someone he had admired from afar, teased on occasion. But never had he imagined he'd be with him in his house, in his arms like this.
He had such a way about him. As macho and manly as he came across, Zoro channelled that brutish aggression in such a gentle, almost affectionate way. It made Sanji's heart ache.
Sanji breathed hard. "You're insane."
"Probably."
Sanji's hands trembled as he curled them, trying to bring them out of his clothes without staining the fabirc. He was acutely aware of every motion, knowing that Zoro was watching him. Awkwardly, he brought his hands up between their chests and waited.
"Come on, now." Zoro whispered.
With a swallow, Sanji held his hands in front of Zoro. It hadn't quite dried yet, and the smell made him flush in shame. Zoro leaned closer and gave one of his fingers a tentative lick. Sanji felt his gut swoop when Zoro held his wrist in a grip, titling his head to run his tongue along his fingers, his palms, even giving attention to the parts of his hands that weren't coated.
The cum had long since been cleaned, and yet Zoro continued kiss, practically worship Sanji's hands. Long minutes passed with him slurping and making content little growls that left Sanji speechless. He kissed his wrists, licked over every little vein, each curve of the bones, nibbled along his knuckles and then placed both hands against his cheek.
"You taste good." he breathed. When he opened his eyes, they were full of desire.
It was an effort to respond. The words clogged in Sanji's throat. "You didn't have to do that."
Zoro held his gaze for a long time. "I wanted to."
For a long time, neither said a word. In the darkness of his room, he held Zoro's cheeks between his hands, moulding his palms to the shape of his face, and Zoro held him in turn. His legs, still loosely straddling Zoro's felt jelly-like and weak, grateful for the solidity of Zoro's. A million thoughts passed between them, silent and thunderous all at once, and Sanji wanted to pause the moment there and then, to bury it somewhere safe inside him.
"I want to ask you something." He said at last.
"I'm listening."
"How…" Sanji spoke slowly. "How far did you plan for things to go tonight?"
Zoro looked at him curiously. He moved one of Sanji's hands from his face and held it. "I… guess I hadn't really planned it. But it depends on you."
"I see. Do you trust me?"
"Sanji." Zoro said warningly.
"Do you?"
"You know I do."
Sanji linked his arms around Zoro's neck, and looked down at him with unblinking eyes. "Then I want you."
"I want you too…" Zoro murmured. His hands circled Sanji's waist and drew him closer. "But I don't want to hurt you."
"That's why I asked if you trust me."
"But –"
Sanji kissed him. This time, Zoro allowed him to push him onto his back. Sanji lowered himself onto Zoro, resting his weight on Zoro's crotch. His underwear was still sticky from before, and he moaned softly when the fabric clung guilty to his sensitive cock.
"You look good up there." Zoro rested his head under an elbow, and ran his eyes over Sanji.
"I know." Sanji hummed. He gave another roll of his hips making Zoro groan.
"Fuck, you're good when you move like that." Zoro gripped one of Sanji's thighs.
"I know that too."
"Smug bastard."
"Pushy marimo."
"Teasing shithead."
"Whiny brat."
"Cocksucker." Zoro whispered. He grinned, already suspecting what his choice of words would do. Almost immediately, Sanji shivered and lolled his head back with a dazed expression.
"Ohh, you love it." Sanji groaned. "Don't pretend."
"Not as much as you do." Zoro breathed. "You love my cock in that filthy mouth of yours, don't you?"
"My filthy mouth? You're one to talk, aren't you?" Sanji splayed his hands out over Zoro's chest, leaning over him. His hair fell over his eyes, glinting in the darkness. "Let me feel your skin, Zoro."
Zoro shifted, breaking the flow of Sanji's hips for one reluctant moment. His hands left Sanji's thighs and reached for his own shirt, aware of Sanji's eyes following his movements. With every button undone, Sanji's eyes grew hungrier. That stare was different, so much more primal and ferocious than a woman's, eyeing him up with raw intent.
Sanji ran his fingertips over his collarbones. "You're so sexy." He breathed. When Sanji scratched his way down the lines of his chest, and teased over his nipples, Zoro sucked in air through his teeth. Sanji was practically salivating, desperate to suck and tease his chest, his perfect abs, the slant of his hips, leave marks that would peek through the fabric of his shirt if anyone looked close enough. He could spend his life worshipping Zoro's body and never get tired.
Zoro chuckled, and Sanji was hypnotised by the way it rippled across his skin. When reached for his own shirt, Zoro reached up to still his wrists. "Wait."
Sanji raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Why?"
Zoro squeezed his thigh again. Sanji was pleased to see he was fighting down a blush. "You know damn well why."
"I have my suspicions. Nonetheless," Sanji hummed. He reached for one of Zoro's nipples, and pinched. Zoro bucked against him, obviously unused to such treatment. "I'd like to hear you say it."
"Asshole." Zoro hissed. He sighed again when Sanji rolled the nub between his fingers, working it to hardness. "God, I… why does that feel so good?"
"Ohhhh, the things I could do to you, Zoro." Sanji moaned. He twisted again, flicking his nipple and when Sanji gave another slow roll of his hips, Zoro cried out in pleasure. "But don't go changing the subject now."
How he could look so (enticingly) dishevelled, and sound so eloquent at the same time, Zoro would never know.
"You'd look…" The hand on Sanji's thigh trembled. Beneath the angry glare was undeniable desire. "You'd look sexy with it on. Or something... Oh, fuck you, Sanji!"
Sanji laughed, taking pity on him. How far the man had come in a few short hours. And how much further still? It made him quiver in excitement.
He leaned down, letting his lips brush over Zoro's. "Your wish is my command."
Somewhere in Zoro's mind, he was aware that it was almost 2am. That tomorrow was going to be hell on just a few hours' sleep. That he was at Sanji's house, on Sanji's bed in nothing but his underwear. Underneath Sanji, who happened to be wearing nothing but a shirt, and a pair of badly stained boxers. Sanji, whom he usually saw barking orders in the kitchens, whizzing around with ingredients or seeing to customers with grace and elegant finesse.
Now, he was draped over Zoro's body, exuding nothing but suaveness, sass and confidence.
And yet… it felt like the most natural thing.
When Sanji slid off him at last (reluctantly), he moved to switch a bedside lamp on, making Zoro squint. Sanji was facing the other way, and Zoro propped himself up on one elbow to study him. The light was warmer now, softer against his skin; Sanji's body, previously hidden by darkness now teased his eyes, reminding him of the weight against his crotch, the feel of his thighs along his legs. He was talking, murmuring something under his breath as he rummaged through his bedside drawer. The white shirt, now loose about his body flitted around him, casting sensual shadows over his legs. When he leaned over, his boxers strained against the curve of his ass, and Zoro swallowed around a hot jolt of desire. Without a sound, he shifted to take off his own boxers, flicking them to the foot of the bed; his cock pulsed in excitement, kissing the edge of his stomach.
"Well?" Sanji asked.
"Hm?"
Sanji turned around, holding something. About to say something. Then his eyes dropped, staring straight between Zoro's legs. They widened. He stood perfectly still.
"Oi, cook. You're drooling."
Sanji threw something at his chest, making him yell. "What the hell was that for?! What is this?"
"Lube, you uncouth gorilla. Give me some warning next time." Sanji tossed a box of condoms on the bedside table before clambering onto the bed.
"Oh please. Like you haven't seen it already." Zoro grumbled. He turned the bottle over in his hand. "I don't usually need this sorta thing."
"You will tonight." His eyes hadn't left Zoro's cock.
Ever so gently, Sanji touched his stomach. Zoro watched his hand edger closer to his arousal, his breath caught in his throat. Sanji's eyes, raw with desire held his, and when his fingers closed over the tip of his length, that desire only sharpened. Zoro closed his eyes, wanting to fall back onto the bed.
"That feels great." He sighed.
"I can tell you're ready." Sanji's voice seemed deeper, and it stirred up Zoro's loins with heat. "Give me the bottle."
Sanji made quick work of his own underwear, throwing them onto the floor. Zoro's eyes went to his length, still coated with dried flecks from his last coming, but semi-erect already. Sanji met his eyes, questioning. Still hesitating, half afraid Zoro might speak up and call it a day. Without a word, Zoro placed a hand on the back of Sanji's head and pulled him in for a long kiss. Sanji let the bottle fall between and ran his hands over Zoro's shoulders and chest, making him shiver in anticipation.
When Sanji pulled back, he was breathing hard. Zoro watched as he opened the bottle, and drizzled some of the clear, sweet-smelling gel onto his fingers.
Zoro coughed. "Do you want me to…?"
"Just sit back."
Sanji shuffled along the bed. With his shirt hung open, his chest was on full display in the light. His nipples, pinker than Zoro's, stood stark and proud. Zoro eyed them, irritated that he hadn't sampled them just yet. Sanji brought his knees to his chest, and between his legs, tantalisingly half-hidden by the shirt drew Zoro's gaze. Sanji caught the look and licked his lips.
"Watch." He breathed.
Zoro couldn't have turned away if he had to.
With one hand, Sanji guided the shirt away. Teasing his cock in a loose hold, Sanji rolled his fingers over the tip. Still sensitive from earlier, each little movement had him shuddering. When Sanji gasped, Zoro felt his own cock throb; the man held his focus like a knife, captivated him with such naked need, such sensuality that Zoro was utterly transfixed. Sanji palmed harder, rubbing the tip in languid circles which drew another sigh from his lips.
"Zoro…"
From where he was, Zoro could see everything. One hand still around his cock, Sanji moved the other to his entrance. He'd expected some resistance, but with the lube, Sanji's finger had slid right in. Zoro watched the digit disappear and reappear with perverse curiousness. The skin was tight, pale and strangely hairless. His throat felt dry when he swallowed.
Sanji's breathing picked up. Curling his wrist, he added a second finger, moving faster and deeper. He was far from coy with his movements, far from inexperienced. The thought made Zoro's head light. He scooted closer, placing a hand beside Sanji's leg. "You do this a lot, don't you?"
"Hahh…" Sanji tilted his head up and gave him a smile. "What gave me away?"
Zoro leaned in and kissed the inside of his knee. He peeked back at Sanji's fingers, watching with strange fascination. He could see Sanji's sac tightening in pleasure, hear the slick sounds of his fingers at his entrance. So many things he'd never seen before, never thought he'd pay such attention to.
"You're way too eager."
"Says the guy with his face inches from my ass." Sanji laughed. He panted, moving his fingers faster. Zoro watched as he stretched himself, scissoring his fingers. The lube trickled down his hands, staining the bedsheet. "Hahh… you've never tried this, have you?"
"I haven't."
Sanji shivered around another moan. He pumped faster, deeper, reaching right inside. "You're missing out. Fuck. Fuckkkk…"
Now, his hand abandoned his cock entirely. Sanji pressed into himself, forcing his back off the bed with his toes digging in. His free hand clutched at the sheets, and he writhed and quivered in a way that made Zoro realise this is how Sanji must look when pleasuring himself in private. He was so desperate like this, so focused on drawing out pleasure than putting on a show. Zoro didn't dare breathe. He watched Sanji, the way his legs tensed and how he thrashed his head about, so greedy and tireless with chasing his pleasure, and when his voice drew higher, Zoro knew Sanji was seconds from coming.
"Stop."
Zoro's tongue felt thick in his mouth. Sanji whined in confusion. His eyes were glazed when he glared at Zoro.
"I was so damn close." He hissed.
"I know."
Zoro placed his hands on Sanji's knees and leaned over him. His skin was hot to the touch, and Zoro could feel the faint quivers of his legs. He knelt closer, feeling Sanji's warm breath and kissed his forehead gently.
"I think you've come enough already, don't you?"
Sanji whimpered. "You're cruel." His fingers were still inside him.
"But I'll be so good to you." Zoro murmured. He reached down for Sanji's wrist, gently rubbing circles against the skin. "You want that, don't you?"
Sanji sighed. His chest heaved, and sweat danced across his skin. With a stifled groan, he slid his fingers out, resting his hand on the bed. His hole twitched, missing the feeling, clutching at the air.
Tentatively, Zoro touched the skin around his entrance. "I bet you're ready for me, aren't you?"
"Zoro…" Sanji heaved. He reached down, pressing his soaked fingers at the base of Zoro's neck. He pulled, breathing hot all over his face. Zoro could taste the desire in the air. Sanji's voice was low, full of smoky promise.
"Now."
The condom was put on without another word. It pulsed around his cock. Zoro took a generous handful of lube and coated himself. He kissed Sanji one more time, hurriedly and full of silent reassurance. Then his hands where at Sanji's shoulders, pushing him onto his back. Sanji ran his along Zoro's forearms, never tiring of the corded muscles, thick and powerful. Like a sculpted god.
There was a moment where they were too far apart. Too much space between them. Where Zoro had the bottle in his hand, then he was pressing his slicked cock to Sanji's entrance, pulsing. Their eyes met, and Sanji nodded, pleaded with Zoro.
"Sanji…"
He nudged forward, and Sanji's voice froze. The sting of the stretch, how he had dreamed of this for months. How he could smell, feel, hear and see Zoro with all of his being. And when he pressed forward, every centimetre gratefully swallowed by his skin, hell bent on consuming him to his core. Sanji pulled Zoro's head down to him by his elbows, pressing their foreheads together.
Zoro could barely hold himself together. He was grateful for the lube; Sanji was insanely tight. The suction was unlike anything he'd ever felt. Sanji felt like he was on fire, and that fire drew him closer, inviting him to bury himself into its core. Sanji's lips were coated in sweat, his breath hot and heavy, eyelids squeezed tight, and his throat and ass clenching in desire.
"You okay?" He breathed.
He was fully in, every inch of his body alight with desire. Sanji pulsed around him. His eyes glinted in the low light.
"I am now." He smiled.
Zoro's own smile took him by surprise. He leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to Sanji's mouth. Sanji nipped back, rolling his tongue between Zoro's lips.
"But." His smile changed into something infinitely more mischievous. "You're about to pay for stopping me earlier."
With all the grace in the world, Zoro was flipped onto his back.
He was still buried inside Sanji, just about accustomed to the wild cinch of his ass, burning and squeezing his cock with insane energy. Once settled, Sanji wasted no time. He locked his legs around Zoro's hips, the weight of his sac kissing Zoro's pelvis. And though Sanji had straddled him earlier, this was completely different; Zoro felt every little movement when they were skin to skin. And with a long, slow roll of his hips, Zoro felt the velvety glide of Sanji's insides dance along his cock.
The sound that escaped his lips tugged Sanji's into a knowing smirk.
"Oh yeahhh," Sanji groaned. He rolled his head, and the light glinted on the strands of his hair. "That's what I'm talking about. Fuck… mmmhhh…"
Zoro gritted his teeth. He felt close to passing out.
Sanji was a vision.
Dark sensuality stitched together by sweaty limbs, tight muscles and all the elegance in the world. infinitely sexier than a woman, than any man Zoro had ever seen. He was torn from the base pleasure of the sex for a moment, transported to some realm, some place and state where he felt deeper, was looking at Sanji with new eyes, eyes he'd never opened before, only to lurch back to earth when Sanji moved again. And again, he left, felt that out of body experience wash over him, then crashed back to earth, over and over.
He never wanted this to end.
For those few long minutes, Zoro shuddered, steeling himself not to cum.
"Oh?" Sanji teased. He reached down, giving Zoro's nipple a pinch. Zoro glared, coiled with tension. "What happened to you fucking me until I was crying for you to stop? You're about to blow, I can feel you. How disappointing."
"Sanji," He croaked. He reached out, digging his nails into the muscle of Sanji's thigh. Sanji shivered happily in response, rocking against him again. The lube, the heat of Sanji's ass along his cock had him pulsing, dangerously close. He could feel the ripples beneath his skin, straining against the condom, inviting him to let go, to cum, to surrender to his orgasm. He clawed again, and Sanji seemed to take pity.
He leaned down, pressing his palms to Zoro's shoulders. His breath washed over Zoro's cheeks, warm and shallow. "Breathe, Zoro."
Zoro cracked his eyes open. Sanji's own were pools of honey, soft and alight with desire. His lips, swollen and stained with saliva were curved in a gentle smile. He pressed a hand to the centre of Zoro's chest, and sighed at the thud of his heart. He felt so warm, so at peace right now, that for a long second, he forgot everything. Every thought, every mundane little interaction, every frustrating customer, the smell of his gym, the people he passed on his way to work, his colleagues, his apartment, the feel of his feet on his floor, the tiles in his shower, the events of this evening and every evening prior to this just scattered from his mind. He saw Sanji, and Sanji alone. In that moment, knew nothing but Sanji, and his heart ached with a strange longing he'd never known.
His very blood seemed to slow down.
When Sanji leaned down further still (impossible flexible bastard that he was), Zoro touched his cheek. Traced his lips. He ran his fingertips over Sanji's brow, watched them disappear behind his ears.
"What are you doing to me, Sanji?" he breathed.
Sanji's laugh whispered between their mouths. "You did it first, Marimo."
The kiss was tender. For one moment, Zoro thought he'd slip out of Sanji, but the cook was refusing to let go. He seemed determined to connect as much of himself to Zoro as he physically could.
He felt like a virgin once again. So many times, he'd held a woman to him, but this… this was different in a way he'd never experienced before. Hair tickled at his skin. The sweat on Sanji's body was heavier, void of sweetness and perfume, but intoxicating nonetheless. The breaths were gruff, laden with desire. Parts of him impossible solid, tough, and others so smooth and soft and gentle, the contradiction so wild it blew his mind just thinking about it.
And the strength rippling beneath that skin could rival his own. He knew Sanji could take whatever he dished out at him. He was always afraid of his own strength, his own desire, and had always held a part of it all back, afraid he'd crush his partner. But with Sanji, he knew it wasn't a problem. Sanji seemed to assure him without speaking, pressed against him, keeping him in a steady state of simmering pleasure.
Zoro reached behind Sanji's head. He took a deep breath.
Sanji's forehead was at his when he flipped them. He yelled out, momentarily disorientated and clung to Zoro like a child, all suaveness and heated composure gone.
"Zoro?"
He breathed long and slow over his lips. Felt the thud behind his ears fade. Sanji pulsed around him. His insides clenched at Zoro's cock, but he breathed deep.
Zoro opened his eyes. "Sorry to keep you waiting, cook."
Before Sanji could speak, Zoro pulled out and snapped his hips forward. The movement pulled a groan from them both, long and hard. The pleasure was back, spiralling heat into his gut. Sanji's fingers dug into his arms, his eyes wide open, gasping and confused and struck senseless.
"Sanj–"
"Again, again don't stop, don't fucking stop I swear Zoro you fuckkkkk-"
He let loose.
With an animalistic grunt, Zoro gave in. His hips worked against Sanji's, thrusting long, deep strokes that reached far into Sanji's ass. Sanji squeezed against him, greedy and desperate, swallowing around his cock.
"Sanji–" He groaned. He reached behind, tugging at the base of Sanji's hair. The whine he received in his response went straight to his cock. "You okay?"
"Nhhghh – fine, I'm fine, oh fuck– "
"Your ass is incredible." He breathed. "Your body, everything, it's–"
"Fuck, fuck… don't do this now –"
Zoro slowed down and pushed himself up on his elbows. He let Sanji see the glint in his eyes, the sharpness of his teeth before leaning down to nip at his lower lip.
Sanji keened.
"Thought you liked me talking to you?" he murmured.
"I do, I do but… not now, fuck… please." Sanji's breath stuttered. He throbbed around Zoro's cock.
"Ohh, I felt that~" He teased.
"Zoroooo…" Sanji whined.
"I'm feeling everything here, you know?" he pulled out, agonisingly slow. "You think you're hiding it, but your body can't lie to me Sanji." He pushed in again, reaching to touch as deep as he could, and Sanji's body jolted. "You okay?"
"A…Again."
"Mm?" he rocked slowly, shallow little strokes that had Sanji clawing at his arms. "What was that?"
"Do that again, Zoro, please. Please, please..."
"So polite." He ran his tongue across Sanji's jaw. Then he moved, long and slow and so deep he felt Sanji's body ripple in pleasure. He tried again, angling his thrusts like before. Sanji reached between them, and closed a hand around his weeping cock. The intensity, the tightness, the heat all but doubled and a haze began to fog Zoro's mind.
"I told you I'd make you last, remember?" Zoro whispered. Sweat pricked across his brow now, and he picked up the pace, burying and moving and nestling into Sanji as far as he could. He shifted, letting his hands dance across Sanji's shoulders, his neck, his face, any patch of skin he could access. The slick slide of their bodies, the ache in his muscles, the tension in his throat spilling into heated groans.
"Fuck, fuckkkk..!" Sanji groaned. A whine laced his voice, high-pitched and stretched with pleasure. That same crazed desire overtook him once more. His face contorted, focusing on nothing but chasing his orgasm, tightening and clenching around Zoro's cock, right until the last second until it flooded him, sparking every nerve in his body alight and he came with an earth-shattering moan that pushed Zoro over the edge.
They shook, Sanji's ass spasming around him. Zoro's body surrendered to some primal instinct, wholly intent on nothing other than the base desire to mate, to mark, to pour his entire essence into Sanji. The scent of Sanji's cum, the feel of it flecked across his skin had him shuddering moments later, pulsing and spilling into the condom. How he had pressed Sanji so close, held him with enough strength to crush him took him by surprise, and he pulled back, whispering Sanji's name into his skin.
"Hey, hey…" He murmured. His head was spinning. He moved to pull back, give Sanji some breathing space, anything to calm the thundering of his chest. But then Sanji's hands reached for his waist, holding him there.
"Not yet…" Sanji sighed. He sounded content. Riled up, fucked senseless, thoroughly used and spent, but there was a quiet contentment to his voice.
Sleep was quick to steal him away after that. He fell into the dark with a tired smile.
When Zoro woke, he felt utterly encased by softness. His muscles ached, but he felt strangely refreshed. He closed his eyes again with a happy little noise, trying not to think of when his alarm might go off. He stretched contentedly, spreading his limbs wide.
"That looks like an invitation."
The words were barely registered. He felt the sheets rustling. Warm fingers by the tendons of his groin, and breath between his legs.
His eyes snapped open.
"Good morning, Mosshead." Sanji chuckled.
"What?"
No sooner had his brain caught up, Sanji's mouth went to work. Zoro fell back onto the pillow with a long groan, his fingers already tangling Sanji's hair.
Last night returned in his mind, clear as day.
Sanji riding him, sweat-streaked and panting, his hands coated in cum, the taste of him, how his head had snapped against the door when they'd walked in, the feel of his clothed ass in his hands as he rocked Sanji's body against his like it was nothing. And that tongue. That wild, talented tongue that never tired of talking, of sucking, licking and swiping along Zoro's erection like it were one of Sanji's signature dishes. Within minutes, Zoro was coming with a long shudder, spilling streams of white into Sanji's silky mouth.
He swallowed, then sat up with a lazy smile.
"Sleep well?"
Zoro propped himself up, still breathing a little fast. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Fuck yeah. You?"
Sanji nodded. The curtains were open, and the sun filtered in, gracing over Sanji's hair. Zoro was speechless for a moment. He looked beautiful, more so than he'd ever seen him before; gentle in the light, almost childlike in his happiness, coming off him in gentle waves. Zoro felt his throat clench.
"I made you breakfast." Sanji said in a soft voice.
Zoro noted the tray on the bedside table. Fresh bagels, with generous coatings of smoked salmon and cream cheese. Steaming coffee, black. A glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.
"You're such a goddamn show-off, cook."
Sanji laughed. "I'm a chef. No half measures where that's concerned."
"What time is it?"
"Just before seven-thirty. I wasn't sure when to wake you."
Zoro reached out, holding Sanji's chin between his fingers. He traced a thumb over Sanji's lips. "Seven-thirty's perfect."
Sanji kissed the thumb. "Eat up. You can shower after."
Zoro's gaze was heavy. "Will you join me?"
Once they'd dried up, Sanji gave him a pair of his trousers since Zoro's had dried cum all over them. He'd tried to find a him another shirt, but Zoro was broader than Sanji. Zoro located his and gave it a little sniff, declaring it good enough.
"It probably smells like dinner last night." Sanji grimaced.
"Eh. It'll do. Not as fussy as you are about all this."
Sanji huffed. "You should be."
"Why? And have you swooning over me even more?"
Sanji pinched his arm. "You're going to be late."
"I have forty-five minutes."
"My place is further than yours is."
"Shit, I forgot I'm not at home." Zoro chuckled. He buttoned up the shirt and found his jacket just outside Sanji's room.
Sanji shook his head. "I'll drop your trousers off after work if you'd like?"
Zoro considered. "Nah. Nami's sharp like that."
"But you'll need them for the rest of the week. It's only Tuesday."
"It feels like Friday."
Sanji found a shirt for himself and slipped it on over his boxers. And as they walked downstairs, Zoro eyed his bare legs. They were by the door when Zoro pulled him in by the waistband. Sanji's hands came up to rest on his chest.
"I could come back here after work to collect them."
Zoro felt the heat of Sanji's palms against his nipples. God, the bastard knew exactly what he was doing. "Presumptuous much, Zoro?"
"And who was it that couldn't wait until I was awake to suck me off again?"
"You enjoyed it, and you know it."
Zoro's hands traced Sanji's ass, gentle and searching. "You okay here?"
"Oh, yes." He sighed contentedly. "More than okay."
"In pain?"
"Nope." The smile was back.
"I didn't mean for another repeat of last night." Zoro said softly. He pressed his head against Sanji's forehead and closed his eyes. "At least not right away. For a proper tour of the house. Just waking up in it and walking through it. I wanna see what you've done with the place, because all of it just feels like you. And for dinner. And if you don't wanna cook, I'll cook. Or we can order in."
Sanji's arms clung to his back. The hug caught him off guard. Sanji's body was still warm from their shower earlier, but in that moment, everything stood still. Zoro held him close, playing with a few wet strands of hair at the base of his neck.
"That sounds wonderful." He sighed. "But I'll pick you up after your shift. We all know what you're like with directions."
"I have Google maps." Zoro frowned. "I'm gonna need to find my way to work alone, you know."
"God help you." Sanji pulled back. "Please message once you're there."
"I will." Zoro promised. His eyes dropped to Sanji's lips, and he was pleased to see the blond fighting back a squirm. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"Where's my goodbye kiss?" he murmured.
Sanji flipped him the finger, holding it up between them. "Right here, you bastard."
Zoro laughed. He should have expected it. Sanji's own smile turned into a gasp when Zoro pulled his wrist towards his mouth, then sank his perfect teeth into the skin. He met Sanji's gaze, that predatory glint back in full force, knocking the air from Sanji's lungs. Then he leaned in, and planted a chaste kiss on Sanji's cheek, just below his eye.
Sanji stared at him, stunned.
"I'll see you after work, Sanji." He said with a smile. Then the door was open, and Zoro was out, leaving Sanji alone in the hallway. His finger throbbed pleasantly, and he ran his thumb over the skin, relishing the tingle. He let out a long breath, then rested his head against the door.
His heart swelled with emotion.
Without warning, Sanji burst into a smile. He laughed, spun around in the hallway, giddy, helpless and simply grateful to be alive.
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