At some point during the night he must've rolled from his left side to his right, because when an obnoxiously enthusiastic bird breaks into ear-splitting song outside the Cocoyasi infirmary window at dawn, he stirs back to consciousness to find Luffy spooning his back, arm draped over his hip and one leg sprawled between his. There's also something warm and very hard pressed snugly between his bare buttocks, and his captain's uncannily motionless, quiet save for the sound of shaky, shallow breathing, obviously wide awake and highly aroused but unsure what to do about it.
After a moment or two of internal debate between going back to sleep and getting the rest he needs versus the high probability of starting the day by getting laid again, Zoro stretches lazily, grinning to himself when there's a strangled noise of desperation just below his ear as his rear pushes firmly against the erection nudging him. "Heh, g'morning to you too, Sencho. I was starting to wonder if that really WAS you back there, or if I just accidentally brought Wado to bed with me 'n dreamed last night."
"Oh good, you're finally awake," Luffy sighs in undisguised relief, immediately losing that odd stillness and nuzzling with obvious interest at the back of his neck and behind his ear. "If it's not too soon already, can I put my dick in you again? Oh- unless doing it now means I can't do it later tonight, 'cause I've been awake awhile 'n thinkin' 'bout stuff 'n I decided I'm okay with sharing this one time as long as I'm the only one who gets to go inside you 'n thinkin' 'bout doin' it in front of your friends got me really, REALLY turned on, so can I do it now AND then? Or is there some rule or something that we can only have butt sex once a day or just at night or somethi-"
"Oi, slow down 'n lemme answer some shit before you keep asking more," Zoro snorts, trying not laugh as he turns his head to regard his partner with amusement. "First off, the only rules are the ones WE make, alright? Like you saying you're okay with Johnny 'n Yosaku joining us tonight, but not necessarily as a regular thing and only if they agree you're the only one allowed to fuck me in the ass. It's totally up to you 'n me what we do, when we do it, how often, that kinda stuff, got it?"
His captain's nodding, arm still hooked over his hip, fingertips doodling random little patterns on his thigh.
"So far as I'm concerned, tonight's on, no matter what. As for this morning-"
Luffy, who's been squirming surreptitiously against his back in an attempt to rub against him without blatantly humping his rear, utters a little yip of surprise when Zoro reaches back between them to seize his dick and angle it so the head's rubbing across his hole, still fairly slick from the oil-based lube applied a few hours earlier. The swordsman's also incredibly relaxed, his rim still somewhat pliant from being recently stretched, and when Luffy's hips give an instinctive thrust against his bottom, his flesh gives way without much resistance.
"Z-Zoro!" his captain gasps in his ear and, when he realizes he's free to move in this position, starts pushing his cock deeper with short, eager lunges.
"Oi oi oi, slow- slow down, Sencho. Take your time- my ass ain't goin' anywhere."
"Zoro feels sooo, so g-good though," Luffy pants, face nuzzling between his shoulder blades.
No argument there; Zoro feels fucking GREAT, the sensitive nerve endings in his sphincter fairly singing with pleasure as his body hugs the girth of the thick shaft filling him. His lover's whimpering behind him, mouthing and licking his skin, trying so hard to stay calm and find an even rhythm despite clearly desperate to start plunging wildly in and out of him.
He reaches back again, sliding his hand around Luffy's uppermost ass cheek, using the pressure of his touch to help his captain get moving properly. Rocking with him, so their hips are swaying in unison and keeping most of the rubber man's length buried. "Mmm y-yeah, just like that." Sighing, letting his eyelids drift closed as the hand that's been gripping his thigh gradually relaxes and begins caressing him, traveling up and down his side. "If we gotta be sorta c-careful right now, we might as well- ahhh- might as well enjoy it."
He thinks he'd prefer being on his knees, with his cheek against the mattress and Luffy pressing long, deep strokes into his raised ass, but he's wary of giving his inexperienced partner quite so much control until they've both had a bit more time to heal. It's not that he's afraid of Luffy hurting him- although he certainly could, given all the raw power stored in that deceptively wiry frame- but rather it's himself that he's reluctant to trust. If his captain does start getting too rough, he isn't sure he'll be able to muster enough common sense to insist on slowing the pace again before someone- probably him- ends up bleeding all over the damn sheets, pissing off Dr. Nako, potentially delaying their departure for the Grand Line, and definitely ruining his chance to have Luffy, Johnny and Yosaku sharing his bed tonight, all determined to outdo each other in their efforts to make him feel good.
Nope, he's looking forward to that entirely too much to jeopardize the opportunity. Being fucked on his side while playing little spoon's a lot less likely to result in further injury, since there's not enough leverage for the kind of thrusting that'll lead to somebody getting carried away. It's not too difficult to move, though, so long as they stick to this gentle rocking and his lover occasionally drawing back almost to the point of pulling out and then sliding fully back inside with one long, slow stroke.
"Welcome to lazy early morning sex," Zoro sighs, arching his back slightly to push the cock impaling him just a bit deeper.
"This is- I think I really like it. A lot!" Luffy tells him, sounding a little surprised. He's settled down considerably in the last minute or so- which seems like a goddamn miracle considering his usual boundless energy, although it's more likely some delayed post-battle fatigue finally setting in. What's more of a miracle is that his libido's actually managing to temporarily override his stomach. In fact, Zoro had almost expected to find himself waking alone in the infirmary, his captain having wandered out in search of breakfast.
Heh, I feel kinda bad for whoever's doing the cooking today. This is our second round in just a few hours 'n he hasn't had a meal since the sun started going down yesterday evening? He's gonna be shoveling every goddamn edible thing in sight down his throat.
For the moment, though, Luffy doesn't appear to be thinking about food. His hand's crept down to Zoro's groin, stroking his cock with the same slow, lingering indolence with which he's rocking his hips, and he's leaning his forehead on the swordsman's shoulder, throat issuing soft sounds of dreamy, contented pleasure.
He manages to keep the sedate pace quite a while longer than Zoro thought possible, until the sun's risen high enough to cast bright beams through the window panes to brighten the bed and their languidly-moving bodies with broad stripes of gold, but eventually the captain begins to breathe faster and quiver against his back, hand releasing his shaft to clutch his thigh once more. "S-Sorry, I can't-" He's started to pant. "I'm- I'm-" The trembling in his frame's intensifying, disrupting the easy rhythm he's been maintaining. "Z-Zoro's so- so SLIPPERY inside, he just feels too GOOD."
Making a split-second decision, hoping he won't end up regretting it, Zoro shifts, rolling partially onto his belly- inhaling sharply at the pain that flares up his injured torso- while tugging insistently at his lover's buttocks to urge him to follow, and Luffy, who's too far gone to question the wisdom of what they're doing, immediately scrambles after him, seizing his hips and rising to one knee in order to continue sliding in and out of him.
"We used- a hell of a lot of- lube last- night," Zoro grunts, pulling a leg under himself and tilting his pelvis sideways to take most of the weight off his wound while allowing the rubber man to thrust a little deeper into his slightly raised ass. "And- don't forget, you- you already c-came in me too. Since we didn't get- get up yet, most of it's- still in there, along with- with your dick. I know it doesn't- exactly fit- the real d-definition of sl-sloppy seconds, but-" He groans as Luffy's hips buck forward with sudden force at his words, hard enough to jolt his entire body. It causes another burning lance of pain- a bit more intense than what he generally prefers- to shoot through his chest, but the discomfort's entirely worth it because his captain's hunching over his ass, shuddering uncontrollably, buried all the way inside him, and while Zoro can't actually feel the warm fluid spurting deep into his passage, there's no doubt in his mind that Luffy's climaxing.
His partner's uttering breathless little "uh-uh-uh-uh!" whimpers, pelvis surging against his bottom in response to the powerful muscular contractions - something the swordsman most definitely CAN feel, as the turgid flesh stretching his rim twitches and jumps with each escaping pulse of semen - and rocking his lower body almost clear off the mattress.
Fumbling beneath himself, Zoro gets his fingers wrapped around his own dick and starts jerking off as best as he's able in his awkward position. His glans is brushing the rumpled sheets under him, contact that's maddeningly tenuous, and he groans in frustration; if it wasn't for his godforsaken sutured chest and abdomen, he could drop flat on the mattress and just let Luffy's weight and momentum drive him against it until he came. "O-Oi, Sencho, do you- do you think you could- move some more? In 'n out r-real slow, like before?"
Luffy doesn't answer coherently, but he does make a wavering "hnnn" noise and begins pulling out- only to shove right back inside with a garbled "Zor-! Oh- oh, w-wow, Zoro, I-I'm-!"
Only mildly concerned - whatever his captain's babbling about, he certainly doesn't sound genuinely distressed - Zoro raises his head with effort to look back and gives a soft "heh" when he realizes what's happened. Having straightened to begin thrusting again, his lover's inadvertently glanced down and caught his first real glimpse of their joined bodies, and now he can't stop staring, wide-eyed. The expression on his face, somewhere between awe and disbelief, makes Zoro grin- especially after he starts rocking slowly back and forth on the cock penetrating him while he strokes his own shaft, hoping to reach orgasm before Luffy gets too flaccid to stay inside him. "You- you like w-watching that, huh, Sencho? My hole, all- all stretched out, swallowing your dick?"
His captain responds with a whimpering groan, one hand leaving his hip, and he feels shaking fingers circling his distended rim, examining the place they're connected, and then Luffy's moving again, the younger pirate's mouth ajar as his eyes stay locked on where he's sliding, gliding, unhurriedly plunging in and out of his swordsman's body.
"I wanna- wanna cum with your d-dick inside me," Zoro groans. "But I also- I also kinda want you to p-pull out too, find out- how much j-jizz you shot in my ass, S-Sencho, see if it- if it squirts out my hole if I c-cum hard enough…" He knows he's probably drenched as hell in there, and the moment Luffy's no longer obstructing his opening, there's going to be a steady trickle coursing down his perineum and balls, slicking his fingers as they pump his cock.
"D-Don't wanna pull out," his captain gasps. He's continuing to caress the flesh stretched snugly around his shaft. "Wet- oh god, Zoro, you're- you're so w-wet inside… I can- I can see it all over me, every time I-" He swallows. "I- I wanna feel-" Rubbing his thumb around the upper half of his partner's rim. "Can- Can I put my finger in too?"
I should really tell him no, Zoro thinks, but instead his mouth opens and he says "y-yeah, go for it" and then it's too late to take it back because Luffy's thumb is working past his entrance, opening him wider, and the resulting sensation of pleasure-pain - oh god yes please more, no fucking way that's too much - drops him over the edge.
Moisture begins spattering the sheets as his dick throbs in his hand, his body tightening, squeezing, and he utters a low, throaty moan at the same time Luffy cries out. He keeps moving, feeling his captain's cock retreating, the thumb hooked under his rim allowing cum to spill out and drip to the bed beneath them, and then he's pushing backwards, panting into the mattress as he feels his contracting, leaking flesh being filled again.
"Ah!" Luffy gasps, jerking against his bottom. "T-Too sensitive!"
He wants to keep thrusting himself onto that softening dick until it's too pliable to fit inside him anymore, but Zoro forces himself to stop with his ass tightly pressed to his lover's pelvis.
Slumping over him with a long, sonorous groan, Luffy rocks their joined bodies a few final times before dismounting and collapsing in a boneless heap against his outstretched leg, flushed face turned up to watch his own cum running in small dribbles from the swordsman's exposed, empty hole every time his abdominal and inner muscles hitch with fading orgasmic spasms. "O-Oh, Zoro's still-"
The green-haired pirate moans, trying to resume undulating his hips as several digits circle then slip inside his loosened, gaping bottom to stroke and explore his slick, cum-coated walls, but his limbs are growing lax with overexertion. He sinks to the bed, biting the inside of his cheek to muffle the noise of pain that escapes his lungs as his weight crushes his wound against the mattress because he doesn't want Luffy to stop fingering his pulsing, clenching sphincter.
"You're all stretched out," his captain breathes. "My fingers can just, go right-" He rotates his wrist, making Zoro cry out. "I got three of 'em in here…" He grasps one of the swordsman's quivering ass cheeks with his free hand, spreading his buttocks a bit wider. "FOUR." And then his fingers are moving, carefully, pumping the wet flesh.
Dizzy with mingled pleasure and pain, Zoro lets him do it several times before it finally becomes too much and he starts writhing, "OKAY, OKAY, ST-STOP!" bursting from his cramped lungs.
Luffy obeys instantly, fingers slipping out and rubbing gently around and across his aching, tingling rim until he's able to catch his breath again. "Is Zoro okay?"
"Mmmgh," Zoro groans into the sheets. "I'm- so, SO- okay. But you better give my ass a break if you wanna fuck me in front of J-Johnny 'n Yosaku later or I'm gonna be too sore to enjoy it."
There's a soft "shishishi" from his partner- who then abruptly leans in to press a teasing kiss to the dimple at the base of his spine, the rubbery bastard. "Well I definitely want Zoro to enjoy himself, so maybe he better take a nap while I go see if they got any food out yet, so he's got enough energy for all three of us later…"
The swordsman wants to ask Luffy if he realizes this sounds like a threat as much as a promise of pleasure to come, but all he manages is an unintelligible rumble as he continues sprawling face-down on the bed, savoring the aftershocks thumping in his pelvis as his heart rate slows and the sheen of sweat on his flushed skin begins to slowly evaporate.
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"Sooo, unfortunately we DON'T have a bed for tonight." Scowling, Zoro takes a healthy gulp from his mug. "Long story short, Nako showed up before I woke up 'n got chance to clean up. Kicked my ass out, said I didn't belong in his infirmary anymore if I was feeling decent enough for sex."
"I THOUGHT somebody sure looked relaxed this afternoon," Yosaku chortles, elbowing Johnny with obvious glee.
Zoro grins despite himself. "Oh man, was he pissed though. Insisted he'd have to air the whole place out, said it smelled like a bordello." He favors them both with a pointed smirk before raising his mug again.
"Ohohoho!" "Niiice…"
None of them have been trying particularly hard to keep their voices down because they're standing in the only relatively deserted corner of Cocoyasi's town square, but it's not long before the swordsman starts mentally kicking himself for the indiscretion. Not because he really cares what anyone thinks, but because their conversation's attracted another of his crew mates- and the one with whom he LEAST wants to discuss his suddenly flourishing- and notably gay- sex life.
"Did I just hear you saying you actually got LAID last night, shitty Marimo? As unbelievable as that even sounds," Sanji snorts, sidling over with cigarette in hand and blowing a thin stream of smoke in his direction. "Who was the unfortunate- err, I mean, lucky lady?"
Zoro side-steps, wrinkling his nose at the stink of tobacco and using his free hand to cover his mug to prevent any airborne ash from floating into his drink. "Who the hell said anything about ladies?"
"Oh." Nose wrinkling. "You're one of THOSE. I should've guessed, considering the piercings and the fixation with swords." Nodding towards the trio of gold droplets dangling from the green-haired pirate's left earlobe and the katana strapped to his hip.
"There's swords 'n then there's SWORDS," Zoro replies, baring his teeth slightly. "I happen to like both kinds. And as for my earrings, well, I suppose there's also more than one way to get PIERCED-" Momentarily shifting his mug to his middle, ring and pinkie fingers to free up his thumb and index finger for an obscene penetrative gesture, his unfriendly grin broadening at the immediate expression of distaste rising on the cook's face. "-isn't there."
He's ignoring the uncomfortable sideways glances Johnny and Yosaku are exchanging. While they've always been a bit wary about straight guys- namely the ones who go out of their way to proclaim their heterosexuality- learning their partnership includes bedroom benefits, HE'S always been more inclined to simply beat the shit out of anybody who takes issue with his or his partners' sexual orientation to the extent of actively hassling him- or them, especially them- about it. He's also never been shy about dropping personal details or comments to deliberately needle people who insist on getting loud about his preference for dick being 'unnatural' or whatever the hell else they might think.
Judging from the looks on Johnny and Yosaku's faces, knowing Sanji and their old partner have already been at each other's throats over far more trivial issues since they met only a day or so ago, they're worried a fight's about to break out. And Zoro can't say they're wrong; he doesn't consider it his place to dispute his captain's choice of crew members, but he didn't particularly like Sanji much BEFORE that snide little 'one of those' comment. If the shitty cook keeps mouthing off-
Before the blond's got the chance to earn himself some retaliation more dire than a few bitterly offensive quips, however, the confrontation's interrupted by a pair of rubbery arms wrapping twice around Zoro's middle from behind and hugging him close, as Luffy pounces his back, chin thumping down on his shoulder. Startled, he comes dangerously close to spilling the contents of his mug all over himself. "Damn it, Sencho, watch what you're doing!"
Sanji's vindictive smirk of amusement at the near mishap vanishes as the captain nuzzles Zoro's pierced ear and jaw until he turns his head to give him a questioning look and then, following a somewhat challenging stare past the swordsman's head in Johnny and Yosaku's direction, captures his mouth in a very intimate, very sloppy, very firm and possessive kiss.
Zoro makes a low, eager noise in the back of his throat before he can stop himself, then draws back laughing. His lover's been exceptionally affectionate since their night and morning together, stealing smooches and happily initiating physical contact whenever it's even remotely possible, and although Zoro's not used to a partner who's so casually indifferent about public displays, he's enjoying it far more than he expected. Rubbing the cook's nose in it, well, that's an added bonus.
"Did Zoro find somewhere we can have sex again tonight yet?" Luffy breaks away to ask flippantly, oblivious to Sanji's scandalized expression. He's pressed tight against Zoro's back, fidgeting a bit, and extremely happy to be there judging by the hard lump the swordsman can feel rubbing amorously against his ass.
"Unless we stumble across a local who doesn't mind us crashing at their place, it's looking like we got a choice of going back to the ship or finding a decent spot outside."
"I asked Nami's sister," Luffy admits. "-but she said there's not really enough room 'cause Nami's sleeping there again tonight. She laughed and told me good luck, though, so maybe she'd let us borrow some blankets or something?"
"I don't mind being outside, I mean, it doesn't look like it's gonna rain 'n it'll be cooler. 'Cause we're gonna be getting all sweaty anyway, so-"
"EXCUSE me," Sanji interrupts, apparently no longer able to contain himself. "Are you seriously standing there telling me that you've been FUCKING our CAPTAIN?"
"Well, I don't recall saying I was talking to you and, technically, our captain's been fucking me, but yeah."
Looking back and forth between them, Luffy's blinking, one eyebrow slightly raised, clearly failing to see the problem. He's still clinging to Zoro's back, and one of his hands has wiggled inside the swordsman's haramaki and then up his torso under his shirt to grip his right pectoral, absentmindedly giving it little squeezes and playing with the nipple. "Sanji, what's wrong? I like having sex with Zoro- it's fun 'n it feels really good!"
Zoro's pretending he hasn't noticed being groped, although it's getting increasingly more difficult not to react. The fingers tugging at his nipple and areola are sending sizzling lightning bolts of pleasure straight through his lower belly to his cock, and his captain's sheer disregard for the fact they've got an audience isn't helping- if anything, it's making him harder. Especially since Johnny and Yosaku's eyes are glued to where Luffy's hand is moving beneath his shirt, faint but deepening flushes staining their cheeks.
As for the cook, well, Sanji looks as though he's about to inhale his own cigarette and can't decide whether to throw a tantrum on the spot or flee before one of the three decides to put the erection beginning to tent Zoro's trousers to good use. He finally stammers out a hasty "I don't give a shit what you do, but get a goddamn room" before stalking away.
"I could've said that to YOU," Zoro grumbles, mostly to himself. "-when you were busy chasing skirts last ni-" He stifles a gasp as Luffy's fingertips dig into his tit, his rear giving an involuntarily grind against the dick behind him and prompting the rubber man to nip excitedly at his piercings and give a quick buck of his hips. "Sencho, HOLD ON. Seriously though, somebody go grab some blankets 'n shit 'n let's get outta here before I end up with my pants around my ankles and a dick up my ass in the fucking town square."
"I wouldn't," Luffy protests indignantly. "But since Sanji left, nobody's paying attention except them 'n they wanna have sex with Zoro too." Which is all true, but-
"Blankets, got it." "Let's meet at that clearing outside town." And with that, Johnny and Yosaku are abruptly gone, leaving nothing but settling dust in their wake.
Luffy's arms uncoil from Zoro's middle but just as quickly latch around his neck and shoulders as the captain leaps up without preamble, hooking both legs around his waist just above his hips and demanding, "Oi, Zoro, piggyback me."
"How old are you again?" the swordsman snorts as he pauses to shift Wado's handle before clasping the undersides of his partner's thighs to steady him and setting off.
It doesn't take long, however, for him to discover that Luffy's ulterior motives are anything but childish, because after a great deal of finding himself nearly thrown off balance by excessive wiggling and having his shirt and haramaki repeatedly yanked, he feels something warm and hard and velvety smooth being pressed against the bare skin at the small of his back and nudged under the waistband of his trousers. He falters mid-step, hissing out the corner of his mouth. "Did you seriously just stick your dick down the back of my pants?"
"Mmm-yep," his captain hums back happily in his ear, tongue darting out to trace the back of it from pierced lobe to tip, and rummages a bit more between their bodies until his cock- unseen by the townspeople surrounding them, thanks to the strategic placement of their clothing- is nestled along the crease of Zoro's ass and being rubbed snugly between his buttocks by the motion of his legs as he walks.
"I'm gonna fuckin' murder you," he breathes, hesitantly raising a hand to acknowledge a cheerful wave from somebody he remembers toasting him yesterday evening and hoping like hell they don't notice the boner he's sporting because the damn thing's just twitched and grown a little larger.
Luffy responds to this threat with badly suppressed laughter against his neck, mouth fastening there to nibble and suck on the sensitive skin- something that the swordsman tolerates until the suction starts becoming a bit too excessive.
"Oi-" He pinches one of the rubber man's thighs, prompting him to break away with a squawk of surprise. "No marks, damn it! I'm not walking around covered in fricking hickeys."
"Hoo-whats?"
"Hickeys," he repeats patiently. "You suck on somebody hard enough 'n for long enough, it ends up leaving a mark 'cause they bruise."
"Oooh..." There's a few moments of silence and a hand delving into his unbuttoned collar to slide down his chest so it can resume toying frivolously with his pectorals and- much more gently- with the sutured laceration between them as the captain considers this new tidbit of information. "… so why can't I do that to Zoro? I mean, I sure wouldn't mind if he left 'em on me…"
Zoro's breath catches as the fingers sliding over his taut nipples linger to pluck at them. "Keep that shit up 'n you'll get your wish." While he's never been particularly crazy about being covered in suck marks and once swatted the crap out of Yosaku for forgetting and getting carried away enough to leave a sizeable one on his collarbone, the prospect of leaving them on LUFFY is pretty damn tempting.
I give him a couple of really good, dark ones right on the neck, I bet the cook'll shit bricks…
He clears his throat, wishing they were already past the outskirts of town because his trousers are getting distressingly tight; his lover's continuing to fondle his chest while awaiting an explanation, and he can also feel a thin wet trail trickling down his crack from the copiously-leaking dick sliding aggravatingly short of his hole. "I get- I get enough cuts 'n bruises 'n shit from fighting without adding a b-bunch of goddamn pink 'n purple spots all over me too."
Luffy makes a disappointed huffing noise in his ear. "Aww… but what if it's where nobody can see 'em?" Teeth catch one of his swaying earrings and tug gently, making him shiver, then let it swing free. "Just one, so I can see- uhm-" A pause, and when the captain resumes, there's a sly note in his voice. "So I can see how hard I gotta try to make a mark ON PURPOSE, so then I know how NOT to do it BY ACCIDENT."
"Pffft, forget it, Sencho. I tell you to go ahead, next thing I know, you'll be playing connect-the-dots on my fucking thighs."
"Zoro's no fun," his partner grumbles.
He snorts. "That's not what you told the cook."
Luffy blows a loud raspberry beside his ear. "I just mean Zoro could be MORE fun."
"We're literally sneaking away from a party to have a foursome," the swordsman turns his head to retort, expression incredulous. "What more fun could you possibly want?"
"I dunno," his captain admits, "-but if I left marks on you, people would know you're mine." The claim on him once again made in such a matter-of-fact tone that his breath catches beneath the fingertips gingerly caressing the healing wound between his pectorals. "I mean, you let that hawk guy mark you right here where everybody can see 'n it's not gonna go away like a bruise either, it's gonna scar…" And in a slightly sulkier tone. "With MY marks on you, maybe everybody would quit thinking you're just up for grabs."
Zoro stops dead in his tracks, arousal momentarily forgotten. "If this is about sharing me with Johnny and Yosaku, we don't- I don't- need to go through with this if you're having second thoughts, Luffy."
"Nah, I like 'em 'n I like how they get all sputtery when I start messing around with you 'n I wanna find out all the stuff they know about making you feel good. 'N I DEFINITELY wanna watch while they do that stuff to you. It's not anything to do with them."
"Then- Mihawk?" And he knows he's right when Luffy's body tenses slightly against his, but not in the good way.
"… the hawk guy's really strong 'n I know that kinda thing turns Zoro on 'cause he said so," his captain admits reluctantly. "… 'n Nami's sister asked if Zoro's my boyfriend 'n I didn't really know what to tell her so I just said he's my swordsman 'n my friend, but…"
"But that didn't seem like enough, after last night 'n this morning," the green-haired pirate suggests carefully.
"Mhn…"
"Sencho, we're whatever you want us to be. Whether that's just friends that fuck, a couple of guys who're dating- either of those things are fine by me. I made you a promise, that I'd stand at the Pirate King's side- at YOUR side- 'n that's where I'm gonna be, regardless of whether you're calling me your swordsman, your friend, your partner, your lover, your boyfriend or whatever. This whole thing's pretty new to me too. Not the sex part," he clarifies at the confused look that admission earns him. "-but the whole being together bit, 'cause Johnny 'n Yosaku were a thing way before I ended up in bed with 'em 'n they STAYED a thing while I just sorta came 'n went. With you, though-" He scratches his head, searching for an explanation. "I'm not going anywhere, so it's not like with them, where we only got together now 'n then to round up bounties 'n screw each other senseless. You 'n me are gonna be- y'know- actually living together. So I guess we'll just hafta figure out this relationship shit together too." He brushes his lips against Luffy's mouth. "And if you were wondering, nah; while I do still wanna beat him, I'm not gonna just drop everything 'n go running off after Mihawk. So long as you want me, you got me."
The brilliant smile spreading across his captain's face causes a sharp pang in his midsection that's got nothing to do with his injury and everything to do with doing whatever it takes to make his lover KEEP smiling like that, always, because it's so blindingly beautiful, it's almost painful- sort of like looking straight into the sun, and when he moves to kiss those curving lips again, Luffy meets him halfway and there's a moment or two where they forget they're still in the very crowded, very public town square. At least until a couple people nearby start whistling and somebody actually cups both hands to their mouth and yells "YEAH, BOY, GET IT!" at which point they break away from each other laughing, Zoro stumbling helplessly as he tries to resume moving towards the edge of town because Luffy's hands are once again all over him and goddamn it if he doesn't want to get them both somewhere he's able to more privately reciprocate the favor, preferably without these blasted layers of clothes in the way.