Walking with a boner's awkward enough, let alone running down a dirt path with one bobbing wildly between your legs because your partner's hollering at you to hurry the hell up, and Johnny's just thanking whatever deity's willing to listen that he's fortunate enough to have the huge tent produced by his obscenely happy dick blocked from view by an enormous, messily-refolded quilt in case they encounter anyone, because while Zoro and his new rubber paramour sure don't seem to be shy about letting people around them know they're enthusiastically screwing each other every chance they get, HE'S a bit more reserved, thank you very much.
Normally he'd say the same of Yosaku, but his fellow bounty hunter's currently so excited about the prospect of them getting their hands on whichever parts of their green-haired friend's body are deemed fair game, he's being far less cautious than usual. Hence the inconvenient hard-on flopping in his own trousers; after listening to their rambling, red-faced explanation that they'd been sent by Luffy, an amused Noriko had escorted them to her place to provide the quilt he's now toting- securing a promise that it receive a thorough washing before its return, of course- and Yosaku had thought it a wonderful idea to jump him in the pomologist's side yard after she'd closed her front door and headed back to the party.
It MIGHT'VE gone a lot further than a sloppy make-out session and a whole lot of frantic mutual frotting if Johnny hadn't reluctantly put on the brakes, remarking that maybe they ought to save their energy- and certain, ahem, bodily fluids- for when they rejoined the two other guys waiting for them, and then it'd only been a matter of hurriedly scooping up the fallen quilt as Yosaku seized him by the elbow and bolted in the direction of the proposed meeting place.
There's the tracks the boat left, he thinks. The one Yosaku said he, Luffy-aniki 'n that cook came riding onto the island in, so we must be getting close. And sure enough, there's the wreckage of the boat itself and, beyond it, the rice paddies skirting the clearing where they'd initially parted ways with the Straw Hats after he'd angrily accused Nami of murdering one of her own crew members.
He's once again thinking he's never been so glad to be mistaken when Yosaku makes a low, inarticulate hissing noise and stops so abruptly he nearly collides with his back, but his protest dies in his throat when he glances past his partner and sees where he's staring and why.
Zoro and his captain are stretched out on the grassy slope beside the path, lying together just beneath the tree line and attacking each other's mouths with such ferocious intensity, Johnny feels his stomach perform a nervous but anticipatory somersault. He's not the least surprised at the aggressive nature of Zoro's movements in particular, considering the swordsman's sprawled flat on his back with his shirt rucked up nearly to his armpits to bare his pectorals, which are being arduously kneaded by the dark-haired pirate who's leaning over him, the nipples protruding from the muscular flesh ruddy and extremely pronounced thanks to the rough handling.
"Holy shit, partner, just LOOK at 'em," Yosaku moans beside him, hands already busy removing the first articles of his own clothing.
"Oi, you could at least let 'em know we're here first before you start stripping 'n whipping it out," Johnny scolds.
Luffy pulls away to glance up at the sudden disturbance, grinning when he recognizes them and raising one hand to give an unselfconscious, welcoming wave before Zoro reclaims his attention by nuzzling under his chin, teeth raking his throat.
Left clutching the quilt, Johnny's not sure whether to spread the thing out on the grass right here, take it a little farther into the shelter of the trees, or just drop it in a heap and- like Yosaku's currently doing- start struggling out of his pants. It's doubtful many other people will be leaving the celebration in the village, but if nobody else suggests moving to a slightly more secluded spot, they might as well start banging in the middle of the bloody road itself for all the coverage the slope offers, and although it's unlikely, it's not COMPLETELY inconceivable that someone might stumble across them.
Thankfully, after a few more urgent nips at his captain's neck and jaw, Zoro manages to collect himself enough to stop and speak, his voice breathless and hoarse. "S-Sorry, Johnny, gimme a sec 'n I'll- come 'n help with that. Meant to wait for you guys, but-" He tries to glare at Luffy, who's grinning down at him, and fails miserably, looking a lot more pleased than irritated like he obviously intended. "This asshole just couldn't keep his hands to himself."
Who could blame him? I certainly don't, Johnny sighs enviously, watching his green-haired friend struggle out from beneath the Straw Hat captain and rise unsteadily, revealing exactly how heated their exchange was becoming when he's forced to yank at the waistband of his sagging trousers to prevent them sliding down his thighs. His cock's jutting fully erect from the open fly, tip grazing his lower belly as he moves, and Johnny licks suddenly dry lips at the sight, hearing Yosaku utter a helpless little moan somewhere to his right.
He passes over one edge of the quilt with nerveless, trembling hands and Zoro laughs as he accepts it, saying "well, we managed to keep our clothes ON- mostly, anyway," before leaning in- down, thanks to the uneven ground- to kiss him, and at the familiar press of that mouth and tongue, he loses his last thread of apprehension because he knows Zoro wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't one hundred-percent okay with his captain- which is followed by the immediate thought of oh my god, this is really going to happen, this is HAPPENING-
Yosaku's suddenly at his back, arms sliding around his waist, bare erection crushed against his ass while hands busy themselves with undoing his pants and skimming them down to free his aching dick, moaning low in his ear. "Play with his tits, Johnny."
He does, dropping his end of the quilt to slide his palms up Zoro's pectorals without hesitation, mindful of the wound between them but grinding the heels of his hands against distended nipples that grow impossibly harder at his touch, and the swordsman's abruptly growling into his mouth, slick tongue diving towards the back of his throat. Behind him, Yosaku's rubbing amorously between his ass cheeks, hands gripping and pressing them together to add friction, and he's so overwhelmed, he doesn't realize Luffy's approached them until a hand whose touch he doesn't recognize settles around the wrist of the one he's using to grope Zoro's right tit, making him jump, his eyelids flying open.
"Harder," the rubber man murmurs, palm shifting to the back of his hand so their fingers are intertwined. His eyes are dark and glittering with excitement in the shadow the brim of his hat's casting across his upper face, and as Johnny stares at him, he squeezes, forcing the bounty hunter's fingers to close tighter on the flesh he's clutching.
Body tensing, Zoro transfers the quilt to one hand and grabs a fistful of his captain's vest with the other, dragging him closer for a kiss, then switching back to Johnny, and laughing deep in his throat when Yosaku begins protesting that he's being left out, and any lingering concerns Johnny might've had that this situation could be awkward for Luffy vanish when he immediately speaks up in Yosaku's defense, sounding almost offended as he insists, "Yeah, Zoro, you gotta kiss him too!"
"Don't get your dick in a knot, Sencho, I'm getting there," Zoro complains, but he's grinning as he crowds Johnny, leaning past his shoulder to let Yosaku claim his mouth.
"M-M- mmmiddle of the roooad-" Johnny remembers, groaning as he's crushed briefly between them, not wanting anyone to move - Yosaku's cock is an iron bar between his buttocks and Luffy's still grasping his hand, moving it determinedly against the muscled curve of Zoro's chest - but knowing this can't continue unless they're willing to risk being caught mid-coitus by some poor bastard from town or maybe one of Luffy and Zoro's crew mates coming in search of the missing captain or swordsman, a thought he finds simultaneously tantalizing and terrifying.
There's a great deal of frustrated noises from everyone- including Johnny himself- as they reluctantly part, hastily gathering whatever clothing's already been shed before retreating far enough beyond the tree line that they won't be easily visible from the road. Zoro carries the quilt over one arm, his free hand holding up his trousers to avoid being tripped. Johnny's forced to do likewise, although with both hands now available, he's free to wrangle his pants with one hand and stroke himself with the other, studying the swell of bare buttocks visible above Zoro's sagging waistband as he follows immediately behind the swordsman.
As soon as the quilt's shaken out and spread on a patch of fairly even ground, Luffy sheds his vest, drops his shorts around his ankles, kicks off both them and his sandals, and throws himself unceremoniously into the center of it. He flings out his stretchy arms and snags Zoro around the waist while the green-haired pirate's temporary blinded by the shirt he's wrestling over his head, and Johnny can't help but wince at his friend's "ERK!" of alarm, anticipating disaster, but somehow the captain catches him without reopening his chest wound or getting clobbered by the sword strapped to his hip.
For his own part, Zoro cuffs the rubber man's shoulder, cursing, but it seems in the short time they've been together he's already resigned himself to his new lover occasionally hauled him about like a large piece of baggage, because he settles into Luffy's lap without further protest, allowing his shirt to be yanked the rest of the way off and tossed aside.
"Boots," Luffy demands, eyeing Johnny and Yosaku while pointing expectantly to Zoro's feet for a moment or two before dropping his hand between the swordsman's legs. "Pants too."
The two bounty hunters exchange a somewhat bewildered glance- and then break into identical grins as they reach for the boots in question, Johnny firing off a chipper "right away, Captain!" for them both. They're only getting this opportunity since he's willing to share, after all, and there's no harm in humoring his orders for an evening. In fact, it might be fun, considering the somewhat wary expression that drifts across Zoro's face before he's distracted by Luffy's fingers curling around his shaft and beginning to slowly stroke him.
With his footwear and trousers out of the way, they're free to straddle his splayed thighs, one of them on either side, their erections nudging eagerly at his torso, and he promptly closes a hand over each of them and starts jerking them off, matching the casual rhythm with which his captain's fondling his own dick while his thumb rubs heavily beneath the glans on both cocks.
Yosaku steadies himself with a hand on Zoro's shoulder, the other cupping his jaw as he leans down to kiss him deeply, hips rocking, and Johnny's quick to follow, jostling him aside. There's a brief squabble, and then they're taking turns amorously plundering their friend's mouth as Luffy watches with interest over his left shoulder, lips and tongue toying absentmindedly with his dangling earrings and periodically giving a yank forceful enough to make his breath hitch.
The rubber man allows the three of them to amuse themselves for a little while, until he starts getting restless- and possibly jealous of all the kisses being stolen from his swordsman. He makes a small impatient sound that's close to a growl and bites the side of Zoro's neck to get his attention, making him flinch away from Johnny, who's been using his current turn to suck enthusiastically at his tongue.
"O-Oi, settle down, I didn't- I didn't forget about you but I've only got one mouth," Zoro teases, turning to address his captain. "If I wanted to kiss all of you guys at once, I'd need two more of the damn things."
"I wanna watch you do something else. I wanna see-" For the first time since they've begun, there's a vivid flush spreading over Luffy's cheeks. "I wanna see what Zoro looks like doing 'em with his mouth. Sucking their dicks."
"Oh yeah?" the green-haired pirate asks, inclining his face closer to give a moist, gliding lick across his captain's lower lip. "One at a time-?" His tongue retreats and he takes it gently between his teeth, pulling just shy of actually stretching the flesh and letting go when his actions prompt a faint whimper. "-or both at the same time?"
"B-Both at the same time," Luffy answers in a choked, husky voice before kissing him hungrily, hands clutching at his chest and cock.
Johnny groans as the fingers grasping him tighten their hold, Zoro somehow managing to continue caressing both him and Yosaku despite also being occupied returning his third partner's nips and licks and actively combating his invading tongue. There's a careful but insistent upwards tug on his dick, urging him to rise, and he gains his feet unsteadily, Yosaku staggering upright beside him, the two of them still held captive by Zoro's slowly moving, callous-roughened hands.
Once they're both standing, the swordsman pulls away from his captain's mouth to pant, "Who- who's got the lube?"
"In- in the pocket of my shorts," Luffy answers breathlessly, while Yosaku points shakily towards his own jumble of discarded clothing.
"Okay, good." Zoro kisses the rubber man again, this time far more fleetingly. "Mmm, Sencho, you're gonna finger my ass while I'm blowing them." With effort, he pulls from Luffy's grasp and shifts out of his lap, rising to his knees, where he's now level with Johnny and Yosaku's groins. "That way I'll already be all stretched out 'n lubed up real good when you're done watching 'n ready to fuck me."
"Can I keep playing with your dick too?" Luffy asks hopefully as he flings an arm across the quilt to retrieve his shorts.
Zoro grins. "I'd be pretty disappointed if you DIDN'T."
Hands sliding to the bases of his other partners' cocks, he coaxes them to step closer to one another until their tips are nearly touching. Staring at his kneeling lover's slightly parted lips, rubbed pink and more than a little swollen from so much heavy kissing, Johnny doesn't realize Yosaku's angled an arm behind him until his partner's hand closes on one of his buttocks. He inhales sharply, and that's when Zoro's tongue swirls over his glans, making his exhalation escape his lungs in a helpless moan.
Behind Zoro, Luffy's fumbling to open the oil and trying to watch the three of them at the same time, craning to see despite the torturous angle required by his neck. As soon as he manages to spill enough lubricant onto his fingers to adequately coat them, he's abandoning the bottle to crowd up against Zoro's back for a better, more convenient view, wide eyes flicking up briefly to meet Johnny's.
He DOES wanna see, the bounty hunter thinks dizzily, his dick giving an eager twitch. He wants to see EVERYTHING. His gaze drops back to his own crotch, and Luffy's follows it, accompanied by faint gasps from them both as Zoro's tongue tip slides up the underside of Johnny's glans to flick away the droplet of pre-cum welling from the thin slit at the tip.
From their upright positions, neither he nor Yosaku know exactly what's happening below, their line of sight blocked by Zoro's bowed head and broad shoulders, but there's no mistaking the moment the first slick finger strokes between Zoro's buttocks, because he shudders all over and opens his mouth wider, nudging forward and letting the head of Johnny's cock slide along his tongue towards the back of his throat. His fist around Yosaku pumps languidly a few times, and then he switches sides, lips pulling off Johnny with an audible wet popping sound and slipping over Yosaku as his opposite hand begins to move.
Trembling with excitement, the Straw Hat captain's rocking and squirming zealously against him. "Z-Zoro, you're- you're all slippery back here now, so can I- can I go ahead 'n start-?"
Zoro responds with a low, eager hum of approval around the dick in his mouth, making Yosaku cry out, and then tenses as the first finger presses into his body, his eyes fluttering momentarily shut. When they drift open again, he draws back until he's able to sweep his tongue lazily around the tips of both cocks, pressing them against one another as his hands slide up and down both shafts.
Johnny's toes are curling against the fabric of the quilt beneath his bare feet. He may never know exactly what possessed Zoro to learn it, but there's no denying the complexity of wielding three blades at once has resulted in the man developing an almost divine ability to multi-task with his hands and mouth, and since his first tentative foray into exploring the sexual potential of his Santoryu skills, he's become DEVASTATINGLY good at sucking dick. Far, far better than Yosaku, although Johnny will certainly never TELL his partner this, whether or not he's already guessed it by himself.
As though sensing his thoughts, Yosaku squeezes his ass, other hand groping for the back of their friend's green hair and seizing a sparse handful of the short spikes, pelvis flexing so he's driving forward with short, rough thrusts, sliding deliciously against Johnny with each movement. Zoro doesn't fight him but simply opens his jaw wider, uttering soft grunts muffled by the turgid flesh plunging to the back of his throat, back arching to push harder against the finger- or fingers- penetrating his hole. His eyes flick up towards Johnny, inquiring.
The intensity in that gaze sends shivers up his spine, because he knows exactly what the swordsman's asking; he anchors the arm closest to Yosaku around his waist, reaching out to lace the fingers of his other hand with the ones being used to restrain Zoro's head. "P-Partner?"
"Ready- ready when y-you are."
When Yosaku pulls back, Johnny thrusts forward, pushing as deep as he's able to slide into Zoro's throat without throwing him completely off-balance and then retreating to give his partner room and waiting until he's clear to take his next turn. Coordinating their efforts, they're able to sustain a relatively fast pace, alternating thrusts with the same easy awareness of one another's movements they use to defend each other's backs in battle. Trusting their ability to stay in tune and not accidentally choke him, Zoro concentrates on holding still and stealing tiny sips of air through his nostrils whenever his throat's clear, relying on Luffy's weight against his back to support him.
His captain's grinding frantically against him now, panting, one hand working his shaft, the palm of the other producing a wet slapping sound every time it connects with his ass, and Johnny can't tell how many fingers Luffy's shoving in there, but it's surely AT LEAST three given the way he can see Zoro's frame quivering and the dazed pleasure in his half-lidded eyes, and Luffy's watching them fuck his swordsman's mouth with rapt intensity, drinking in everything with enormously dilated pupils, and all at once, it's too much, and he's crying out his release and jerking backwards, left with just enough coherency to attempt pulling out of Zoro's throat before he floods it with semen.
Yosaku's hand releases his buttock, sweeping up his back to turn his head, and then his lover's kissing him relentlessly, tongue thrusting into his mouth, as Zoro's hand closes around him, sliding, pumping, coaxing spurt after spurt of cum from his pulsing dick. Abruptly weak-kneed, he's wavering, clinging to Yosaku to keep his balance, when the other bounty hunter goes rigid beside him, moaning against his lips. From the corner of his pleasure-blurred vision, he can see the elation on Luffy's face, feel Zoro's head bobbing beneath Yosaku's and his own hand as their friend furiously deep-throats his partner, intent on bringing him to climax while the fingers clutching him strive to summon the last drops from his throbbing cock.
"Zoro-" The Straw Hat captain's voice is throaty, urgent with excitement. "C-C'mon, Zoro, make him cum too!"
Yosaku makes a desperate noise, a helpless whine, and Johnny licks his gasping mouth, fingers scratching down his trembling back. Below them, Zoro growls encouragement, sucking and swallowing hard as he burrows his nose and chin against Yosaku's groin, neck extended to make room for the cock he's swallowed down to the root, and when he moves back, it springs from between his lips in a shower of warm, squirting fluid. He seizes it, stroking, guiding the remaining streams onto his neck, collar bone and chest.
Luffy's hand leaves his swordsman's erection and glides up his lower belly, exploring the wet curves of his abdominals as trickles of cum run down them, reaching higher, smearing the wider trails across his pectorals. Fingers circling his nipples and areolas, leaving them slick and shiny with ejaculate. "I want-" He licks Zoro's neck, bites it, hips rocking, eyes dark with lust. "I wanna be inside you." Another bite, harder, hard enough to leave faint teeth marks. "Wanna cum inside you."
"Fuck me," Zoro breathes, still slightly winded and shuddering beneath his captain's hand. "C'mon, Sencho, f-fuck-" His voice breaks as the fingers stretching his rim withdraw, then plunge back inside, his dick jerking, straining in the air for contact with something, anything. "FUCK. ME."
Johnny's no longer kissing Yosaku but staring at the other two members of their foursome, his stomach somersaulting, cartwheeling, and he knows he's going to be begging his partner to do the same to him before the night ends. Despite having reached orgasm just moments ago, despite his cock dangling wet and flaccid between his legs, he's still unbearably horny, and if Zoro won't screw him in the ass and Luffy doesn't want to- well, it's not as though Yosaku's likely to turn him down; his partner's looking at the swordsman and his captain with the same thunderstruck, lascivious expression that Johnny's feeling and has no trouble believing must be plastered all over his own face.
At Zoro's words, Luffy lunges at his mouth, kissing, biting, licking, and a disbelieving groan escapes Johnny's throat, knowing Zoro's tongue and lips and chin are splattered with his and Yosaku's cum. Sure enough, the rubber man's wearing streaks of it himself when he draws back, breathing hard, and looks up at them. "O-Oi… Zoro told me you guys could- could help, 'cause- I wanna watch his face but- I wanna be on top too- 'n he said I can't push on him too much." His fingers gently brush the healing wound between Zoro's heaving pectorals.
"Somebody- somebody gotta- sit behind me, let me lean on 'em. Maybe h-hold my hips up."
"We got you, Aniki." Willing his knees not to give out on him, Johnny bumps Yosaku, and they both drop to a crouch on either side of their friends. "Captain?"
Luffy relaxes his hold on his swordsman's chest, letting him drop onto all fours, and now the bounty hunters can see he's got three digits planted firmly between Zoro's buttocks, scissoring and twisting inside him. He slips them out with great reluctance, fingertips tracing the rim of the opening he's loosened and caressing the glistening, oil-slicked flesh surrounding it.
Head down, Zoro doesn't move for a moment, his arms trembling where they're supporting the weight of his upper body. Only when his captain's hand slides down to cup and lightly fondle his balls does he ease away with a groan, allowing Johnny and Yosaku to coax him onto his back between them, his shoulders and upper back resting against their chests, the midsection of his back in their laps and his trailing legs spread wide to make room for Luffy to scoot close enough to take both their erections in his wet fingers and stroke them together several times in the process of lubricating himself. Satisfied that he's made enough preparations, he grips Zoro under one knee- and pauses, brow furrowing, as he realizes he doesn't have enough hands to lift his lover's pelvis high enough for penetration AND guide himself inside.
"Here," Johnny calls to him, motioning for him to lift Zoro's leg higher and push it back so he can get an arm hooked under it. "Let Yosaku take the other one."
Understanding dawning on his face, Luffy follows his advice, allowing the two bounty hunters to pull their friend's knees towards his chest and lift his bottom off the quilt. It's a somewhat awkward position, bending him nearly in half, but with a bit of effort they're able to raise his rear almost to the captain's groin, without applying too much pressure on the diagonal line of sutures dividing his torso.
Still, Luffy hesitates with his own cock in hand, its slick, broad head pressed to his swordsman's entrance. "Zoro, are you sure you're-?"
"YES," Zoro growls at him impatiently. "I'm fine, now would you please just get that thing inside 'n start fucking me before we all die of old age out h-"
"Shhh," Johnny scolds, head ducking to kiss their green-haired partner silent- or at least incapable of additional complaints- much as he hates that it means he's missing some of what's happening beyond. When he draws back to look, Yosaku automatically takes his place, hooking his elbow beneath Zoro's knee so it frees his hand to wander idly through the mess on his torso, teasing his wet nipples to stiff points until he's making low, urgent noises as he kisses back with frequent use of his tongue and teeth. Sounds that go straight to Johnny's rapidly recovering dick as he watches Luffy with his breath caught in his throat. C'mon… c'mon, Luffy-aniki, give him what he wants. Fuck him. FUCK HIM.
Maintaining a firm grip on himself, the captain slides his tip up and down the crease between Zoro's buttocks several times, making him squirm with anticipation each time it passes across his opening, before finally bracing himself with his free hand clutching the underside of his swordsman's thigh. He pushes, moaning, his fingertips digging with bruising pressure into the muscle as Zoro's body slowly dilates to accept his cock.
Johnny finds himself crooning encouragement in a choked voice, murmuring "good, good… yeah, just like that" with no idea which man he's talking to, although it hardly matters, because Zoro's arching in his arms, incomprehensible curses and pleas devoured by Yosaku's mouth while Luffy sinks deeper into his ass, face flushed, mouth ajar, eyes fixed on the point where his shaft's gradually vanishing from view as he buries himself in his lover, and it's such a beautiful tableau, he wants to hold it in his mind forever.
Once he's completely inside, Luffy stops moving, his struggle for control evident in every taut, quivering muscle.
"Relax," Johnny sighs to him. "Just relax."
The captain flashes him a tremulous, feeble smile. "Z-Zoro's- Zoro's just- well, he's really t-tight. He feels so g-good, I'm- I'm afraid to m-move."
"He's feeling good too, with you inside him, Captain. Look how hard he is…"
Luffy groans softly, trailing a finger down the underside of his swordsman's rigid erection before wrapping his hand around its girth, licking his lips when it jumps at his touch.
"He's-" Johnny swallows, watching the heavy bead of pre-cum crowning Zoro's dick ooze free and drip to his lower belly, joining the mingled fluids there. "He's leaking pretty good."
Thumb smearing the fresh droplet already welling from the slit in Zoro's tip, the rubber man groans again, hips giving a little involuntary surge.
Zoro tries to arch beneath him, his cry of pleasure smothered under the insistent press of Yosaku's lips, and Johnny lets out a slow, shuddering breath, hand stroking his friend's trembling inner thigh. "You like that, Aniki? Having him inside you, all hard 'n thick, filling your ass? You want him to start moving, don't you… fuck you 'til he can't take it anymore, shoots his load way, way up inside you…" He's been watching Luffy's hand pumping Zoro's cock now, forcing more pre-cum to leak out, and the swordsman's balls have abruptly drawn up tight, signaling how close he's gotten- on the edge, his body seconds from release. "NOW-NOW-NOW, CAPTAIN, MOVE. FUCK HIM. FUCK HIM NOW!"
Startled, Luffy obeys without thinking, falteringly at first, then finding his rhythm and thrusting fast and hard enough to shake Zoro's frame from head to toe, and suddenly cum's spilling from the green-haired pirate's twitching, pulsing dick, splattering his own chest and belly and dribbling over the captain's fist, and Yosaku's pulled back to let the convulsing swordsman cry out.
Fuck. FUCK. Johnny gravitates instinctively towards Yosaku, meeting his lips just above where Zoro's gasping through his orgasm, body jolted each time Luffy's hips connect with his bottom. He groans into his partner's mouth, both of them caressing the shuddering, cum-drenched skin of the man they're cradling, and while they're toying with his nipples and gripping his raised legs tightly enough to leave marks in his thighs, kissing one another with desperate passion, the Straw Hat captain utters a low wail- his swordsman's name- and comes to a sudden halt bent over Zoro, teeth clenched, face contorting helplessly, hips pressing forward hard with each pelvic contraction.
"Yeah," Yosaku moans around Johnny's tongue. "Yeah, yeah, oh fuck, yeah…"
Rocked against their chests with each rough surge against his rear, Zoro's found his voice again, albeit broken and ragged. "Th-That's it, Sencho, y-yeah, g-give- give me your c-cum, give me all- all of it…"
Luffy's whimpering, nothing but an endless repetition of "Zor-Zoro, Zoro, Z-Zoro" over and over and over again, clearly overwhelmed by the intensity of his climax. His eyes are locked on his lover's face, no longer wide with surprise but half-lidded, and when Zoro stretches out an arm, reaching up to touch his cheek with an unsteady hand, he nuzzles into its palm, moaning softly even as his hips keep unwittingly nudging and pushing and straining.
Attention divided between their exchange and his own partner's increasingly hungry kisses, Johnny can feel his heart thumping in his temples, spurred by the growing ache in his renewed erection. When he shifts, dick brushing Zoro's lower back, the swordsman makes an exhausted noise of amusement, euphoria-clouded gaze rolling towards him. "Heh… ready to go again, huh, Johnny?"
Yosaku lets the leg he's been supporting drop, raising his hand to run a damp finger across Johnny's lower lip, making him shiver.
"Oi," Luffy protests, head lifting, displeased because the abrupt movement of Zoro's pelvis has dislodged his softening cock. "What's going on?"
His swordsman offers him a lazy grin. "What's going on is it's our turn to lounge around smooching 'n getting our energy back, while THEY put on a show for US."
"Oh…" The captain's annoyed expression slowly turns to a smile as he contemplates this, and his gaze is full of anticipation, curiosity and an alarming degree of mischief when it returns to Johnny and Yosaku. "Hey… so can you guys-"