A/N: Well, my first smut scene. This was inevitable. It's very awkward, in many ways. Here's to better writing in the future lol.

Tags: Pretty Much The Title, Aftercare

Awkward Smut

"Ow!"

Zoro looks down at him apologetically. "Shit, my bad."

The blonde huffs out a breath, rubbing the part of his head that collided with the headboard. "That's the fourth time tonight."

"Sorry babe," Zoro murmurs, planting kisses on his shoulders as his hips snap into bruised skin once again. The action draws out a long moan from the blonde, grip tightening around his thick forearms.

"Ah, please," Sanji pants, staring up at Zoro, and the green haired understands the plea. He rolls them onto their backs so that the blonde can ride him. Sanji's the pliable type, always easy to manipulate when they switch positions during sex. Zoro, on the other hand...

His hips shift awkwardly at the movement, and his cock slips out of Sanji. The blonde keens at the emptiness. "Hmm...haah..."

"Fuck-" Zoro reaches down to align himself with Sanji's entrance once more, other hand curling around his muscled hip. The blonde's breath shallows as he's filled once again, flinching once fully seated. The blonde's heels jerk against his ribs, and Zoro gasps as the air is, quite literally, knocked out of him.

"Ow...damn it," he murmurs, rubbing his side, pain momentarily pulling him from his mindless ecstasy.

Sanji doesn't seem to hear him, savoring the feel of being full again. He shudders above him, leaning forward and placing a hand on either side of his chest. His lids are hooded when he speaks. "Can I move?"

Zoro nods, a delightful warmth spreading throughout his body at being pinned under that gorgeous blue gaze. "Y-Yeah."

The blonde pulls his heels under him to bracket Zoro's hips. He rises up, powerful thighs flexing with the movement, then sheaths himself onto Zoro's length again. Sanji's gaze never leaves his partner as he repeatedly rams himself down with fervor, face red, mouth slightly agape. Zoro's spine arches up at rough treatment, curses flying from raw lips as pleasure floods him. Sanji was perfect, felt just perfect. With a low growl, Zoro digs his feet into the mattress and jerks his hips up in time with Sanji lowering himself, punching a high pitched "Ahh" out the blonde. It's music to his ears.

The slap of skin on skin echoes loudly in the room, and Zoro feels himself losing control. The thrusts meeting Sanji's hips grow awkward as an amazing heat sweeps through him. It clogs his mind delirious with the sensation. "Sanji, I'm gonna-"

Sanji is loud as his own orgasm approaches as well. "I'm...I'm close," the blonde gasps through his moans. His fingers fumble trying to hold onto Zoro's sweaty skin for leverage. Zoro's hands fly to Sanji's hips, ready to bring him down on his cock with even greater force as they climax, but his fingers clip the bottle of lube on his nightstand. It falls haphazardly onto the bed, lid knocked off, coating the bed in a slick liquid.

"Ah, shit." Zoro frowns slightly as the liquid soaks the sheets under him. It's a little uncomfortable, but he isn't given much headspace to dwell on it. Sanji plows down onto him one final time, orgasm finally taking him at the same time a thick wave of pleasure crashes into Zoro. Streaks of come spray across his wide chest, and Sanji settles back down on Zoro's cock, breathing heavily. His legs shake from the orgasm, eyes glazed over and staring down at Zoro with fluttering lids.

Sanji's always his sexiest after he comes. It's one of his most erotic looks, and Zoro hates that he was distracted from watching his ascension to it.

"I haven't…" Zoro bucks tentatively into Sanji, and the blonde groans, bending down and clawing into the meat of his shoulders.

"Go on," Sanji murmurs, kissing into his neck. "You're close."

Zoro situates his hands on Sanji's sides and experimentally thrusts into his heat, even tighter now that he's come. Their joined groans rip through the air, and Zoro lets out a shaky breath, climax bubbling just beneath the surface. He fucks him with sloppy strokes, muscles jerking, mind reeling. Sanji holds onto him like his life depends on it, sure to leave bruises in the morning. With the blonde holding onto him like this as he fucks him into euphoria, it almost sends him over the edge.

But then Sanji crashes his lips to his, and all Zoro sees is stars.

The green haired releases balls deep into Sanji as their teeth crash together almost painfully in a heated kiss. He moans out the high into his mouth as Sanji's hands roam his chest, his arms, his neck, his face. Zoro pulls away from the blonde's lips, taking shuddering breaths as his body struggles to come back down to earth.

Sanji rolls off of Zoro, wincing slightly as the softening cock rubs against his bruised entrance, and crashes onto the side of the bed with a content smile. He stays there for several moments before turning to his lover. "You're so beautiful."

A warm smile stretches the green haired's lips, and he reaches over with a lazy hand to brush the bangs out of Sanji's face. "...You are too."

"God," Sanji crinkles his nose and playfully ducks under the tender touch. "I thought you would make fun of me for being cheesy or something. You're such a softie after sex."

"Can't help it," Zoro laughs, removing his hand and leaning in close. He kisses the blonde on his nose and brings a tender thumb to wipe at the skin just under his eye. "You are," he repeats in a tender tone.

Sanji makes a disbelieving sound in the back of his throat and rolls his eyes. "Stop being cute. It's bad for my heart."

The green haired wraps his hands around his lover's frame, snuggling Sanji close. "Never."

He squirms a bit in his arms, and Zoro looks at him quizzically. "You good?"

"Yeah, um." He wriggles a little more. "It's just. Really wet."

Zoro blinks. "Oh, um. The bottle of lube spilled earlier. And there's come everywhere, too."

"Oh god."

"...Yeah."

"Well I'm not cleaning," Sanji huffs, reaching up to rub his head. "My skull still hurts from you ramming it into the headboard a million times."

"But you kicked my ribs," Zoro points out.

"Fair," Sanji chuckles, "but I'm still not cleaning."

Zoro sighs and shifts his weight to leave the bed. "...There's no convincing you to change your mind, is there?"

The blonde grins wide and it makes Zoro's heart skip a beat. "Nope."

"God damn it, Sanji."

His walk to the door is accompanied by the sound of Sanji's hearty laughter.