30 Day Writing Prompt Challenge
Day 25
'Trying to seduce one another'
By aoi koneko chan
He watched as golden locks caught the candlelight in the dim room. Sanji sat before him on the chaise lounge. He hadn't spoken since Zoro had entered the room, but the swordsman knew it was supposed to be part of the allure. A challenge over who would break the silence first. The air itself seemed to hold its breath as the two took in each other. Both unmoving, but both wanting. The atmosphere of the room was quickly spiraling out of control.
A golden glow flickered around the room from the variously placed candles. That same hue danced over exposed fair skin and Zoro found himself excited at seeing his lover dressed in barely anything. In fact, on closer inspection, he found why the white fabric draping over his lover looked so familiar. It was one of his own shirts. On his own body, the white fabric clung to his muscles and wrapped around broad shoulders. On Sanji's narrower frame the white cloth slipped over one slim shoulder, the wide neckline exposing a delicious amount of collarbone and chest. The material hung loose on the blond, gathering to pool in his lap, his legs strategically placed so as to hide how far the fabric really covered.
And Zoro found himself wanting to find out exactly just what that was.
With the predatory grace of a tiger he made his move.
Sanji liked soft touches. He liked the feel of gentleness and underlying thought of being treasured by tender touches. Of course, as he had grown up, he had always assumed those caring caresses would be bestowed by a beautiful belle, so it was a little exciting and different, every time muscular callous worn hands would show him gentle affection.
It first started with surprise hugs from behind. The man seemed to enjoy the little jump he got out of Sanji if he managed to surprise him, so Sanji always assumed it was more for the fun of it. Then those sneak attacks stopped being sneaky and the swordsman would waltz into the room and deliberately embrace him. Sometimes the man even went so far as to rest his chin upon Sanji's shoulder as he worked. Sanji thought nothing of it, Zoro did occasionally act like a child and despite his opposing looks, the man craved affection.
When those hugs turned into caresses around his hips and waist and feather light kisses to his neck and collar, he began to suspect the man wanted something. But it was only when those little tender moments made it to their private time in the bedroom that Sanji realized Zoro had found him out long ago. The buildup of tender affection before, during and after their sexual activities made Sanji feel as if he were floating on cloud nine.
Zoro was so very thorough in his administration of attentive affection and Sanji wouldn't have it any other way.
So a short chapter, but I wanted to try the two P.O.V thing again. So yeah, Sanji kareshatsu or 'boyfriend shirt' as is a typical Japanese fetish - yeah, I know. -.-
aoi koneko chan