Title: Positioning
words:270
pairing: San/Zo
topic: kindness
rating: nc-17


Zoro thrust again with the quick rhythm he had somehow worked into a sweaty fever pitch. He felt Sanji lean back and tense beneath him, crying out as orgasm ripped through him. The swordsman followed the cooks example a few moments later, with a groan and panting gasp.

They laid in silence afterward as Sanji took out a cigarette and pulled his lighter from the nightstand. Zoro knew the silence wouldn't last for long and a few puffs later wasn't disappointed.

"So?" The cook began.

"It's alright."

The hand paused from bringing the cigarette back to the blonds mouth.

"Just alright? Fuck…" Sanji frowned as he rolled that over.

"Che, any complaints?" Zoro returned, already knowing full well there wouldn't be any.

"Fuck no! I guess it doesn't matter…I like it either way."

"I thought so, pervert." Zoro chuckled.

"Idiot marimo, it's only natural to wonder why, especially when it's something you seem to have some amount of skill in."

"I like the control…It's more satisfying to try and adapt to what your doing and try to make it even better by controlling my stroking and movement."

"Heh, can't think clearly when the baby Marimo isn't flapping in the wind?"

"Shut the hell up! You know you prefer topping anyway."

Sanji took a sweet, savoring drag on his cigarette as he considered if he was up for showing the idiot just how much that was true so soon after finishing their little workout.

"And to think all this time I thought you were just letting me do what I want out of kindness…" the cook murmured, voice smug.

"Like hell!"