Bored. He's BORED. This is so booorrriiinnng.
He'd been excited earlier, when Nami announced their impending departure after their cook- who'd somehow missed the ENTIRE fight against those weird Barbecue Works people- had unexpectedly showed up with the compass thingy that meant they won't need to wait an entire year for THEIR compass thingy to reset itself, but then she'd insisted Sanji and Zoro butcher the game they'd dragged back to the ship, and it's taking FOREVER. He'd tried to talk her into just dragging the animals onto the ship whole, but NOOOPE, they needed to be divided into ribs and briskets and sirloins and a whole bunch of other cuts he can't remember and then wrapped in special paper to keep them from spoiling.
Sprawled on his back on the Going Merry's figurehead, Luffy utters a dejected sigh and continues staring up the clouds and the tops of the palm trees swaying above.
Everybody's BUSY. Nami's updating her log book and chatting with Vivi. Zoro's slicing up the meat so Sanji can wrap it, and they've got Usopp running back and forth carrying the packages into storage. The captain had offered to help too, but he'd been banished to the prow when he'd been caught drooling on a fat steak he'd unwrapped out of curiosity and been admiring in the kitchen. He's been up here ever since, and he's sure that's been AT LEAST an hour, if not longer.
He turns to check his crew's progress, rolling onto his belly, and finds himself automatically seeking out his swordsman.
Zoro hasn't changed out of his ripped, scorched trousers yet, apparently not wanting to dirty another pair, but he's stripped to the waist and there's fresh blood splattered all over him- not his own, but stuff that's splashed up from the carcasses he's methodically dismembering, periodically pausing to argue with the cook about this or that cut. The cleanest part of him's probably his face, where he's sweated away much of the grime, save for a few smears here and there from swiping the trickles of moisture away with his forearm, and the swords he's holding in either hand are dripping red.
Looking at him, Luffy feels a little shiver ripple up his bare spine. He wants to go down there and drag Zoro into the bushes. Or maybe just knock him to the ground right there. Push him down on the blood-drenched grass and rip what's left of his pants off, leave messy wet handprints all over his ass and thighs.
The captain licks his lips, hips giving a little involuntary nudge, rubbing the growing erection in his shorts against the smooth, firm surface on which he's lying. He's imagining his partner naked except for his boots, skin slick with blood and sweat, cock responding to his touch, rising and thickening under the shocked gazes of their crew mates. Zoro flushed with embarrassment, growling at him that they're not alone yet unable to help himself. Arousal fueled by their alarmed audience rather than discouraged.
He grinds his pelvis against the figurehead with a low groan, eyes wandering freely over the glistening curves of Zoro's biceps as his swordsman makes a couple of lazy swipes with his katana, sending a welter of gore flying as a huge hunk of raw meat collapses into quarters. Some of it striking his pectorals and running in fresh crimson streams down his torso, tricking over his abdominals to soak into the waistband of his trousers. A few drops landing on his face.
As Luffy continues watching, hips rocking and breath caught in his throat, his partner sets aside his swords long enough to wipe his face with his bandana- and then ties it over his head, presumably to keep the sweat out of his eyes.
Bare-chested and covered in blood, Zoro looks good. Bare-chested and covered in blood while wearing his bandana, however-
This is the man he initially expected to find in Shells Town. This is the man he'd heard referred to as a demon, and the Roronoa Zoro whose name being spoken aloud made the townspeople scatter away from him and Coby in blind panic.
He can't reconcile the Zoro before him with the lover who unabashedly begged for his cock in front of Johnny and Yosaku. The Zoro down there- currently retrieving his weapons, eyes shadowed by the black cloth stretched across his forehead- looks as though he'd be more inclined to take a partner from behind, gripping their hips hard enough to mottle them with bruises, pounding mercilessly into their body until they scream his name, snarling and biting the back of their neck at the height of his own climax.
It's a scenario far more enticing than he anticipated: his swordsman's weight on his back pinning him flat, bloody fingers making no more than a cursory attempt to ready him before roughly parting his buttocks. Rigid cock spearing him, driving into his hole with enough force to crush his own aching, leaking dick against the ground. Zoro slamming into him, relentless thrusts driving him against the sanguine grass, smearing his shuddering body with the same offal that's covering the green-haired pirate himself.
His dick's throbbing, trying to jerk beneath him but pressed too firmly against the figurehead to give more than a faint twitch. He's got no clue if it's even possible to use blood as lube, and he probably ought to find the idea repulsive, but there's something incredibly carnal- undeniably feral- about imagining having his naked body smeared with the blood of his partner's fallen opponents.
Closing his eyes, grinding harder, he pictures Zoro moving tirelessly behind him, plunging repeatedly in and out of his raised ass, simulating the sensitive nerve endings in his rim until he's writhing in desperation and pleading with his lover to let him cum. Zoro laughing, voice deep and low and dangerous, and ignoring his cries. Raking burning lines on his splayed thighs, breath hot and heavy at the nape of his neck. Licking and incautiously biting at his shoulders, behavior more animal than human.
A patch of sticky dampness is collecting in his shorts against his lower belly, formed by the pre-cum flowing continuously from his tip. In his mind, Zoro's whispering absolute filth in his ear, the sort of things he'd never dare repeat but that he can't deny he loves hearing drop unexpectedly from his swordsman's mouth during sex.
With sudden inspiration, he rolls onto his back and fumbles his fly open, pretending Zoro's flipping him over, pulling out just long enough to toss him down, seizing one of his legs and shoving it up until his curled toes are hovering in the air above his head before plunging back inside him, holding him in this position, trembling body strung like a bow drawn taut and ready for release.
His fingers free his dick and wrap snugly around the shaft, not playing idly the way he usually does when he starts jerking off but immediately stroking fast and hard. Pulling firmly enough to stretch himself, just a little.
He's got THAT look, the one where he's grinning with his teeth bared and they look like they'd bite right through steel, only he's not grinning at some other guy with a sword he's gonna fight- he's grinning at ME. He's grinning at me like he's gonna EAT me 'n his eyes are all dark under his bandana so he's super spooky but that's okay because I LIKE it. I like not being sure what he might do next, I like that jittery-sorta-kinda-just-a-little-scared feeling in my stomach, n I REALLY like - and here he falters, since fingers are the biggest thing his partner's put up his ass and he doesn't really know yet what it's like having an actual dick in there.
That's changing as soon as possible, he decides as he tugs himself harder. He's seriously- horribly- DESPERATELY- tempted to just sit up and yell down there for his partner, demand Zoro come up here this exact second to have sex with him RIGHT NOW… but there's no way it'll happen. Even if his swordsman's willing to drop everything and join him on the figurehead- exactly like that, drenched in blood and wearing his bandana- they won't have time to do much of anything before somebody comes after them, intent on raising painful lumps on both their skulls. Probably Nami, since Sanji gets so weirded out anytime he's reminded they're boning each other.
Brow furrowing in annoyance at his brain getting side-tracked, he shifts his grip on his cock, rubbing his palm back and forth over the glans while his fingertips massage the extra sensitive spot beneath it. His other hand's struggling with his waistband, his rear rocking from cheek-to-cheek as he wriggles his shorts lower. There. Now he's got room to use both hands on himself, one pumping the shaft while the other keeps messing around with the tip.
Where was I? Oh yeah- Zoro's shoving his dick all the way up inside my ass, really fast 'n hard, so it makes that nasty wet slapping noise every time he smacks against me. He's hitting that spot every once in a while, but not enough to make me cum 'n- maybe he's got my wrists pinned over my head or something, with the hand that's not holding my leg up, so I can't touch myself. Like he wouldn't let me in the shower that other time. Only now he's not just using fingers on me, he's got his whole dick in there, but he's being an asshole teasing me 'cause he'll only hit that spot once in a while 'n I can't touch myself but he won't touch me either. I'm begging him to let me cum, telling him I'll suck his dick or put my tongue in his ass or do anything else he wants if he'll just let me cum, but he just laughs 'n keeps holding me down 'n sliding in 'n out…
He bites his lower lip to restrain the groan that's threatening to slip from his throat. He's well aware that he most likely could- and would- break loose from his swordsman holding him in such a position if he didn't WANT to be pinned down like that, but there's something strangely erotic about pretending to be helpless. Letting somebody else take control and not knowing what they might do.
What if- what if he's doing this in front of our crew? What if they're watching me- their captain- getting screwed in the ass? His palm, heavily smeared with pre-cum, gives a hard squeeze around the head of his dick, and he gasps. What if they're watching while he's holding me down, while he's inside me? 'N they can hear all the dirty stuff he's saying 'n hear me begging him to let me cum? He's starting to shake, his breath coming in short, shallow pants. They can hear the noises too. The ones his cock makes, moving in 'n out of my hole, 'n-
When Zoro cums, he does it inside me, 'n everybody KNOWS he came inside me 'cause it makes the wet noises even louder 'n his cock starts coming out shiny 'n dripping. I can feel it starting to leak out 'n run down the crack of my ass, where everybody'll be able to see it every time he pulls back. They'll know he shot his load inside me- inside their captain- 'n I let him do it. That I love having his cum in there, all hot 'n slick while his cock keeps rocking me back 'n forth.
The pressure in his groin intensifies, threatening to burst free, but it's his next thought that finally pushes him too far over the edge to hold back.
When I'm the Pirate King, after I find One Piece, I'll still want him- I'll still want his cock- his cum, inside me, all over me, 'n then EVERYBODY'S gonna know it, not just our crew. The whole world's gonna know I let my first mate do me in the ass. That I let him f-fuck-
Cum spurts against his palm, showering his groin and lower belly as it splashes back at him, and he tries only half-heartedly to stifle his cry of completion. His other hand's a tight fist closed around the circumference of his dick, stroking furiously, coaxing out spurt after spurt, and he knows anybody who glances up here will probably be able to see him, head thrown back and spine bowed in orgasm, but he doesn't care. Getting lectured about jerking off in plain view on the figurehead would be totally worth it, if Zoro would just-
First chance I get- first chance WE get, he groans to himself, fingers lurching along his jerking, fluid-slicked length, I'm gonna find out how it feels. To have him pushing into my hole, sliding the whole thing in there 'til he can't go any deeper. I wanna find out what kinda noises he makes when he's moving inside me, what face he makes when he knows he can't last any longer- 'n if he tries to pull out at the last second, I won't let him. I'll wrap my arms 'n my legs around him 'n hang onto him so tight, hold him buried in my ass 'n not let go 'til he's done. 'Til he finally stops shaking all over 'n I know I've got every last drop inside me…
Panting, Luffy sags back, letting his body go limp on the curve of the figurehead with one arm and both legs splayed and his heartbeat throbbing in his dick where it's still clutched in his trembling hand, the waistband of his shorts pushed down around his thighs.
Now that he's gotten off, he doesn't feel quite so ready to explode, although he's nowhere near finished thinking about the things he wants to try with his swordsman. Because while getting his ass reamed fast and hard's certainly appealing, he also hasn't forgotten about that morning in Cocoyasi when Zoro insisted he go slow and they'd just lain there in bed together, their bodies joined and gently rocking in unison for a long, long time. He thinks he'd like being on the receiving end of something like that too.
He sighs, giving himself a languid stroke and shivering at his increased sensitivity. I don't know what'd feel better… Zoro spooning my back, pushed all the way up inside me, the same way I was spooning him, inside him… or being face-to-face 'n having him on top of me, just moving real, real slow. Then maybe we could kiss a lot too. Oh, 'n I could reach up 'n squeeze his tits when I eventually wanted him to start going faster. Yeahhh, that'd be the best…
He's inside me but not really thrusting or anything, just rocking against me so, so slow 'n he can't touch me since he's holding himself up with his hands on either side of me like he's doing a push-up, so he's kissing me instead, all soft 'n slow. I can touch HIM though, so I'm just petting him all over, running my hands up 'n down his arms 'n across his shoulders 'n down his chest, his sides, maybe down his back 'n over his butt.
Fingers trailing up the underside of his dick, Luffy hums deep in his throat, imagining his swordsman quietly scolding him, smirking, after getting his ass cheeks squeezed.
We're supposed to keep going like this, slow 'n lazy, but when I touch his chest again, circle my thumbs around his nipples, he makes that noise. The needy one that means he really wants somebody playing with his tits. So I start rubbing 'n squeezing 'em, tugging on his nipples, flicking 'n rolling 'em, 'n he's groaning, first my name, which comes out like "Lu-Luffy" because his breath's catching in his throat, but when I push his tits together, squeezing harder, so it pulls on his scar, he says "Sencho, oh god, p-please-!"
He licks his lips. I'm not sure if he means "please stop" or "please, more" but his arms are quivering 'n his hips have started rocking faster, moving his cock faster inside me, 'n it feels so good, so hard, so thick, he's sliding in 'n out now instead of just nudging against my ass. I've got my legs wrapped around his waist 'n he's just rocking my whole body back 'n forth while I play with his tits until he's losing control, coming apart, his head thrown back, his mouth open 'n gasping 'cause he's sooo close, he's gonna cum any second now-
His hand's curled around his dick again, stroking, tugging, matching the pace he's imagining Zoro's using to fuck him, and the emptiness of the opening between his buttocks and the passage inside him's suddenly distressingly obvious, his body aching for his partner's presence.
Maybe I can just- He gropes his way under his ass with his free hand, contorting his arm and stretching where needed so he can part his cheeks with his cum-slicked palm and rub it heavily back and forth across his hole. Biting his lower lip as he feels the puckered flesh twitch involuntarily beneath his touch, trading his palm for the pad of one fingertip and gingerly exploring his outer rim. Discovering that, ohhh yeah, stroking little circles over it himself feels nearly as nice as when Zoro does it, although he's a little disappointed to find his own touch fails to produce the extra charge of excitement ordinarily prompted by his lover's caress.
There's no denying the sensation's intensely pleasurable, however, and it doesn't take much pressure to ease one digit inside to the first knuckle and then slowly to the second; his body's eager but no longer tense with need, his pelvis continuing to throb gently with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
I wanna- Exhaling slowly, Luffy withdraws his finger partway, then slides it back inside. I wanna watch Zoro while I do this…
He nearly rolls off the figurehead trying to right himself but eventually lurches upwards on his knees, which- he discovers- makes fingering his own ass a hell of a lot easier since it doesn't involve lying on his arm. He's pushing a second finger inside as his eyes settle on his swordsman, chewing his lower lip because while he's been fantasizing and jerking off, Zoro's made a further mess of himself in the process of continuing to whittle away at the pair of carcasses. In fact, it looks as though he's reduced them to mostly bone, gristle, and odd scraps.
One hand working steadily in front, the other in back, the captain's wondering if he'll shortly get the opportunity to jump his lover in the shower, when Zoro swipes the flats of his blades across one leg of his trousers to remove the worst of the gore then carefully lays them in a clean patch of grass. As Luffy watches through half-lidded eyes, he unbuckles the two empty sheaths and Wado from his side, deposits them beside the dirty katana, and, without further ado, struggles out of his boots and trousers.
Sanji immediately starts screeching, of course, dancing agitatedly in front of the girls to block their view of their abruptly nude crew mate while simultaneously berating Zoro. Who completely ignores him in favor of discarding his bandana on the pile of his filthy clothes and trotting past to dive into the river beside the ship. Meanwhile, Nami's waving the cook away, rolling her eyes at his dramatic gestures. Beside her, Vivi's gone an interesting shade of pink, while Usopp's literally frozen mid-step on his way back towards the gangplank with another armload of packaged meat, red flaring across his cheeks. His mouth, hanging open, silently forms a single word that MIGHT be "green?"
Luffy doesn't care about any of this; he's too busy craning to see where his swordsman's going to surface.
To his surprise, Zoro pops up nowhere near the bank but on the opposite side of Merry entirely, as though he's gone completely beneath the hull. Which is entirely possible considering- the watching captain shivers, remembering those blowjobs the other morning in the bathroom- how long he's capable of holding his breath.
His partner treads water, splashing and scrubbing roughly at his face and neck to remove the blood drying there.
Stupid murky water. I can't see anythi- He chokes on his own saliva as Zoro abruptly transitions to floating on his back, torso and pelvis breaking the surface to glisten wetly in the sun, hands gliding up and down his body, the contact bringing his nipples to hard points and his cock to half-mast.
Luffy makes a little growling "hhh" noise in the back of his throat as his fingers tighten on his own erect dick. He unscissors the fingers buried in his ass, taking a moment to savor the stretching sensation before beginning to move them slowly in and out of his hole. Does he KNOW I'm watching him?
Zoro's left hand strays back down to play idly with his growing hard-on, stroking the shaft and occasionally pressing it down to let it spring upright again.
He's GOTTA, I mean, he went over there where nobody but me can see him 'n- The rubber man inhales sharply as his thrusting digits find that spot inside, prompting a heavy bead of pre-cum to well from his tip. He grips himself near the base and slides his fist upwards, forcing the fluid to run down onto his fingers.
Below, Zoro's teasing his nipples alternately with his free hand while he tugs lazily on his dick, thumb rubbing the head. His eyes flutter closed as he tilts his chin back a bit farther, adam's apple bobbing along his exposed throat as he swallows, and it's all Luffy can do not to simply throw himself over the side to reach him.
He twists his fingers against the slight internal swelling formed by his prostate, trying not to whine as his hips buck involuntarily forward, driving him into the tunnel of his fist. God, he wants to know how it feels to have the slick, silky-firm pressure of his swordsman's glans nudging repeatedly across that spot before pushing deep, deep inside and then drawing back to do it again.
In only a moment or two, Zoro's not fooling around anymore either, stroking himself in earnest, lips parted and chest rising and falling faster with his rapidly increasing gasps for air as he pinches a nipple between thumb and forefinger, pulling hard, a brief flash of strong white teeth visible in his mouth as his brow furrows at the discomfort.
Envisioning those teeth clamping into the nape of his neck, biting sharply enough to leave a ring of bruised marks as Zoro's hands wrench his hips back, imagining the low rumbling growl behind him as his rectum's flooded with hot, salty cum, the captain crumples over his pumping hand, gasping as his own semen spurts out of him in long, forceful streams. His ass clamps down hard, his sphincter squeezing the fingers penetrating it, relaxing, squeezing, relaxing, squeezing-
Swaying, he's got barely enough presence of mind to turn his attention back to Zoro, just in time to witness his partner's climax.
The green-haired pirate's body tenses, his abdominal muscles jerking once, twice, before pulses of fluid begin spilling from his tip where it's tightly pressed to his lower belly, running down his sides to dissipate into the water surrounding him. His jaw's clenched, attempting to hold back his voice, but the muffled "nnngh hhh-ahhh ahhh" that escapes his straining vocal cords is just loud enough to reach Luffy's ears.
Hand giving his cock a few more strokes, Zoro pushes it in the opposite direction again, glans pointed towards his toes, and this time when he lets go and it springs back, droplets of cum fly in an arc, spattering his flushed torso and face much like the blood did earlier. His tongue tip flickers out to lap away a couple of beads that've landed near the corner of his mouth, and Luffy nearly stops breathing, choking on the whimper rising in his throat.
He's gotta know I'm watching- he's GOTTA. Look at him, there's NO WAY he doesn't know. Because his swordsman's raising his wet hand to his mouth, lips pursing around each finger as he sucks them clean one by one, tongue slathering enthusiastically across his messy palm, the hand that was straying back and forth between his nipples now slipping down to smear the broad streaks left by his release across his skin. There's- there's no way he's not doing this ON PURPOSE.
Either of them- BOTH of them- could be interrupted at any moment if one of their crew mates ventures too close to Merry's bow, and the captain's marginally aware of this, but only in the sense that the possibility of discovery's heightening his excitement. And that, regardless of what he himself might've been doing, Zoro's ALSO just casually masturbated to orgasm in broad daylight, within several yards of their friends and with little effort to conceal himself.
He'd imagined Zoro reacting with chagrin at being teased to arousal in the presence of- well, not Johnny and Yosaku, obviously, but ANYBODY ELSE, although maybe he's wrong. Maybe Zoro's getting a thrill out of the possibility of someone stumbling onto him. Maybe he just doesn't care. Or maybe- MAYBE he's actually HOPING to get caught. Regardless of the truth, it's enough to stir Luffy's imagination.
If somebody DOES blunder into him and Zoro having sex, would they make a scene or apologize and run away or try to sneak off without being noticed? Or would they conceal their presence but stay to watch?
Luffy might've been distracted but he hadn't missed the way their sniper's gaze had trailed after Zoro's retreating ass. If anybody's likely to hide and watch, it's Usopp.
The thought gives him a delicious shivery feeling all over and makes his softening dick twitch under the absentminded caress of his fingers. Being watched while they kiss and touch each other, watched while one of them impales the other with rigid, oil-slicked flesh or sucks the other to climax or while they ply each other's erections with stroking fists or- or- OR- all the while KNOWING they're being watched but going ahead anyway, not letting Usopp- or whoever else might be watching- realize they're aware of somebody else's wide eyes roaming over their bare skin, avidly studying the places their bodies are joined.
Maybe even getting turned on enough watching them to start jerking off?
If it wasn't for him cumming so much already, he's pretty sure he'd be getting hard again, and it's with great reluctance that he begins wriggling back into his shorts, thinking as he watches Zoro splash himself clean that he'll have to mention this little fantasy to his partner, see how Zoro reacts to the idea of putting on an impromptu show for anybody brave enough to try spying on them…
He could be mistaken, of course, but he's fairly certain his swordsman's going to respond with a wicked, bemused grin and tell him it sure sounds like a hell of a lot of fun.