Wincing as he steps off the mast ladder pegs onto the wooden floor of the men's quarters, Zoro limps his way to the couch and collapses onto it rear-first with a muffled groan. He closes his eyes, letting his head drop back and trying to ignore the burning pain circling his calves. Between his admittedly overenthusiastic weight lifting session earlier and the frantic scramble to issue their feverish navigator's orders then redirect the ship's course - to avoid that improbable cyclone NOBODY but Nami saw coming - his injured legs are killing him.
He's beginning to doze, lulled to sleep by the Going Merry's gentle swaying and the soft support beneath him, when he's startled awake by a body suddenly crashing down on top of him, the impact rattling his katana in their sheaths and quite frankly scaring the fucking daylights out of him. Only luck and last second intuition prevents him seizing the culprit by the scruff and hurtling him across the room. "Goddamn it, Luffy!"
"Were you napping AGAIN?" his captain demands, ignoring the sandal that falls off his left foot as he wriggles upright on Zoro's lap, draping both arms around his neck.
"Emphasis on WAS," the swordsman snorts. "I figured I might as well- Vivi's got the log pose, but it's not like we're following it anyway, and since we just ate lunch, dinner won't be for hours." He raises an eyebrow. "Honestly, I'm surprised you're not still up there, stuffing your face."
"Sanji threw me out." Looking dejected, Luffy slumps against his torso with an unhappy sigh. "He said he needed to clean 'n stuff, but Usopp's in there too 'n Sanji's really mad 'cause he's got screws 'n bolts 'n junk all over the table. I dunno what he's makin'." He lets his body sag farther, so his chin's resting on Zoro's chest and he's peering up at him. "Nami's asleep 'n Vivi told me to leave her alone since she doesn't feel good, but she's busy 'n I'm bored so I figured I'd try'n find Zoro."
Just slightly too tall to fit properly in the green-haired pirate's lap when he's slouching so much, he's beginning to slide, his rump edging farther and farther off its precarious perch until only his hold around Zoro's neck is preventing him from sliding completely off his knees and falling on the floor.
"Will you sit up already? You're gonna dislocate one of my vertebrae."
Luffy shifts, trailing legs kicking as he attempts to pull himself upright, and Zoro tenses as the flailing foot still wearing a sandal slides down his calf, scraping the self-sutured wound through his trousers and the bandage beneath them and making him utter a soft hiss of pain.
Concerned, his captain stops struggling. "Oi, is Zoro okay?"
"Yeah, it's just one of those damn cuts. Budge over 'n lemme up a sec."
Luffy reluctantly untangles his arms, asking, "Can I come back when you're done?" and looking pleased when Zoro shrugs and nods.
Having successfully shooed the rubber man off his lap and onto the cushion beside him, he pries off his boots and rolls up his pant cuff to inspect the gauze wrapped around his calf. It's blood-stained like he expected, but judging by the brown undertones, he's either bleeding less or possibly even stopped altogether, so he unravels the bandages to take a look.
Wrinkling his nose, Luffy eyes the dark sutures holding together his lacerated flesh with obvious misgivings. "I know you just wanted to get loose so you could save everybody, but wouldn't it be awful hard becoming the world's greatest swordsman without your feet?"
"Eh, I would've figured something out." Zoro stretches out his leg and attempts wiggling his toes, nodding when he's successful. "It's a damn good thing I started in the front, though, otherwise I would've severed the tendons 'n I'd be pretty screwed right now." He unwinds the gauze from his other calf, stretches, wiggles. "Gonna let 'em get some air since I'm not bleeding all over the place anymore."
His captain slides to the floor, grasping his closer foot and lifting it to examine the rough stitching on his calf, frowning. "… Zoro's not allowed to cut off or lose any bits of himself. They're all mine. ALL of them. Including Zoro's feet."
How the hell does he DO that? Just talk like he OWNS me, so damn easily, 'n it doesn't make me mad or uncomfortable- in fact, I LIKE it. Maybe a little too much. He tries to shift surreptitiously, conscious of his trousers being suddenly rather snug in the crotch, but it's no use; his partner's sharp gaze catches his subtle squirming and rises to his face, eyes bright with undisguised interest.
"Neh, Zoro? Since everybody's busy-" Luffy dips his head slightly to nuzzle Zoro's calf, although that expression of intense scrutiny doesn't falter. "Do you think we could-?" His tongue darts from his mouth to trail lightly across the wound he's nosing, his hand creeping up the inside of the swordsman's knee to caress his inner thigh.
A faint hiss escapes Zoro's teeth, which've clenched abruptly at the unexpected but not unwelcome contact.
Unmistakable heat rises in Luffy's dark eyes at this reaction. He traces the curvature of the cut with his tongue tip, then fastens his mouth over it, sucking gently and laughing low in his throat when his lover groans and shifts to spread his legs a bit wider. "I wanna have sex. 'N this time I want Zoro doing me."
"You- you know we might get interrupted, right? If the cook kicks Usopp out 'n he decides to work on his stuff down here instead of staying on the deck?"
"Yeah, but…" His captain's fingers slide over his crotch, pausing to massage his stiffening cock through the fabric of his trousers before continuing upwards to undo them and tug insistently at the waistband. "Does getting interrupted mean we actually gotta stop, or-?" He rubs his cheek amorously against Zoro's calf, licking his wound again, eyes full of excitement and questioning.
Raising his hips to let his pants and haramaki be wrestled down around his thighs, a sigh of relief passing his lips as his aching erection's freed then reversing mid-breath as its shaft's encompassed near the base by a firm grip, Zoro takes a moment to find his voice. "You want- you wanna what? Pretend we didn't notice him?"
"Uh-huh." Luffy nudges between his thighs, free hand reaching up his midriff to push his shirt higher, halfway over his pectorals so his nipples are exposed just below the rumpled hem. "I wanna see if he'll stay 'n watch."
"Is that what-" The swordsman inhales again, more sharply, as lips part around his glans and slide downwards, accompanied by a soft, wet tongue undulating hungrily over his flesh. His fingers are digging into the cushions beneath him, anchoring him in place as he resists the urge to seize handfuls of Luffy's hair and start furiously fucking his mouth. "Is th-that what you were- ahhh, th-thinking about while you were- while you were j-jerking off on the f-figurehead earlier?"
His captain pulls away with a loud slurping noise, a thin strand of saliva suspended between his lower lip and chin and the head of his partner's cock. "I knew it! You DID know I was up there watching you!"
"Well, yeah," Zoro snorts, amused. "Who else d'you think I was putting on a show for? The giants? Those weird-ass squid things with the shells in the river?"
"You should've said something! We could've had sex TOGETHER instead of jerking off by ourse-!"
"Right, like everybody else was gonna just stand around 'n let us fuck."
"USOPP might've," Luffy shoots back, expression smug. "Zoro didn't see him staring at his ass like he wondered what it'd feel like to squeeze."
"We'll deal with whether Usopp's interested in seeing my ass in action IF he shows up. Now, are you gonna go down on me some more or not?"
The rubber man looks more as though he's ready to continue arguing instead, but then his face lights up. "Can we do each other at the same time? Try that sixty-nine thing?"
"Get your shorts off 'n come up here 'n find out," Zoro tells him, smirking as he scrambles upright to comply, but then the swordsman pauses while swinging his legs up to stretch out full-length on the couch. "How the hell do you even know what that position's called? I don't remember the guys mentioning it 'n I know WE definitely haven't done it before this." Sounding a bit grumpier than he intended, not because he's necessarily JEALOUS of Luffy picking shit up elsewhere - he's more than likely to benefit himself from any such experiences - but because he's honestly puzzled WHERE and WHEN he might've done so. And… okay, yes, he'll admit it: also because he highly enjoys being the one providing this sort of instruction for his captain.
"Mmm?" Luffy hums, popping open the buttons holding his vest shut as he throws a leg over Zoro's middle and plunks his bare bottom down on the green-haired pirate's chest before quickly scrambling onto all fours. "Oh, there's these magazines Sanji's got, that he hides behind that one big crate in the kitchen. Next to the wine rack?" He scoots backwards until he's got his dangling dick and balls right in his partner's face, forcing him to grab him by the hips and guide him forward again an inch or two to avoid getting poked in the eye. "The guys in the pics are all having sex with ladies with really, really huge boobs, not other guys, but sixty-nining oughta work pretty much the same no matter what kinda junk you got down there, right?"
"More or less," Zoro agrees, hands sliding up to cup his buttocks. "So that shitty cook's got a porn stash in the kitchen, huh?" Nuzzling his lover's inner thigh, he sweeps his tongue along the underside of his shaft towards the base, chuckling when Luffy groans and tries to thrust. "What'd you think?"
"I got lots of- lots of ideas for stuff I wanna t-try, but-" Arching his back as his swordsman's mouth fastens on his balls, sucking and licking and gently rolling them, the captain encircles the cock jutting towards his own chin with trembling fingers. "I like ZORO'S tits 'n ZORO'S ass 'n I like th-THIS-" His hand's shaking as it strokes slowly, his breath warm and panting as he lowers his face to take Zoro's glans between his lips, tugging lightly on it.
Drawing back long enough to say, "Well, you gotta remember all different people like all- all kinds of- d-different shit," Zoro tilts his head and extends his tongue to catch the tip of Luffy's dick so he can angle it towards the back of his throat, swallowing steadily around the turgid flesh as it enters his mouth. His hands squeeze Luffy's buttocks, his palms lifting and spreading them to allow his thumbs to meet on either side of the puckered opening between them, rubbing firmly along the sensitive tissue.
That's the last they speak for a while, gladly losing themselves in the sensations of being penetrated at one end and engulfed at the other, hips rocking, pushing into each other's mouths even as they use tongue and lips and- carefully- teeth to address each other's erections. Eventually, however, Zoro gives his captain's ass a light smack, groaning as he allows the cock he's been sucking to slip free and hang dripping saliva and pre-cum on his chin and neck. "E-Enough, or I'm gonna bl-blow my load. 'N I'm not like you; I won't- I probably won't be able to st-stay hard for long once I've gotten off. You- you still want me to f-fuck you, right?"
"Y-Yeah," Luffy gasps as he pulls back, panting. "Want you to- to cum inside me too."
"Okay, then listen. I'm gonna let you m-move, decide how fast 'n hard, but- BUT-" Zoro cautions, because his partner's squirming excitedly, struggling to turn around. "NOT 'til I got you ready 'n I'm already in your ass." He can't help smiling at the frustration on Luffy's face. "Oi, oi, I know you, Sencho. I let you do what you want, you're gonna try'n ram my dick all the way in there in one shot." He rewards the dark-haired pirate with a kiss when he reluctantly follows his lead and allows himself to be maneuvered into a sitting position on the sofa, leaning back, his rear at the very edge of the seat cushion and his feet pulled up to make his rear accessible. "We want you to feel good, not hurt yourself. Or me, if you come down too hard at the wrong angle."
He retrieves the vial of lube he's been keeping hidden beneath the sofa itself for lack of a better place and drops to his knees before his captain. "Fingers first, alright? No surprises today- I'm gonna tell you everything I'm doing before I do it." Leaning upwards to rub his face against Luffy's shaft and balls, kissing and licking them while he coats several digits without looking. "You don't like it 'n you wanna stop or you just wanna go slower, you tell me."
Fingers definitely aren't a problem; the first one slides in so easily, his palm's cupping ass almost before he realizes Luffy's taken it with little more than a soft moan.
The rubber man grins sheepishly when he glances up. "I was, umm, kinda playin' around back there earlier, shishishi..."
Zoro grins back. "Guess that means you liked what you saw when I was messing around in the water, huh?"
"Mmm," Luffy agrees, licking his lips and shuddering, fingers clutching tighter where he's gripping his own widely spread ankles as a second finger's introduced.
Stroking slowly, twisting his wrist to make sure he's generously slicking his partner's inner walls, the swordsman laps up the underside of his cock before taking it briefly into his mouth. Inhaling through his nose and holding his breath in order to deep-throat it for a moment or two while he presses in the third finger, pleased when Luffy's eager body opens to accept it without much protest. Fuck, he MUST'VE done one hell of a job on himself earlier if he's still this loose now. He pulls back and flexes his fingertips, uttering low, choked laughter around the flesh lodged at the entrance to his esophagus when his captain immediately makes a wavering, inarticulate noise of pleasure at the sudden pressure against his prostate.
Massaging that spot heavily now that he's found it, Zoro nudges forward, sliding his lover's length deeper between his open jaws and easing it back down his throat, the muscles there squeezing and rippling with each swallow until Luffy's whimpering continuously, his hips giving helpless little jerks and his fingers turning white where they're wringing his ankles. C'mon, Sencho, cum, Zoro commands him silently, making a low rumbling "mmm" to vibrate his vocal cords against the dick embedded inside his throat. Cum for me, so you're nice 'n relaxed... Fingers moving faster, stroking in quick little circles over the spot, pausing to pump hard once or twice, then coming back and stroking again, pressing firmly as he intensifies his humming.
Luffy utters a strangled cry, back bowing and movements losing what little coordination he's managed to retain until now. He's arching, grunting, erection pulsing within the wet tunnel formed by Zoro's lips and mouth and widely stretched throat, making no effort to hold back his cries of completion as his ass clenches tight around the digits caressing his inner walls.
Eventually, when he's certain his captain's spent and- judging by the trembling in his thighs and the sudden whining note in his voice- starting to get a little too sensitive to continue, the green-haired pirate draws back, clearing his throat and licking his lips.
Moaning, releasing his ankles and letting his legs sag until his heels settle on the carpet, Luffy nearly slithers bonelessly from the sofa when the fingers are pulled from his rear.
"Oi oi," Zoro laughs, stumbling upright to catch him beneath the arms and settle him back on the cushions. "We're not done yet, right?" He leans down to peer into his lover's dazed, half-lidded eyes, nonchalantly allowing his erection- which hasn't flagged, thanks to occasional strokes from the hand not occupied with Luffy's oil-slicked opening- to rub heavily along his inner thigh. "Unless you're too tired to get fucked 'n you just wanna take a n-"
Luffy's hand shoots out to seize his collar, dragging him down to join their mouths, and he laughs as a tongue presses insistently between his lips while ankles hook in the small of his back, heels digging into his spine to urge his pelvis closer.
Trapped between their bodies, his cock drags heavily against his captain's perenieum and balls, no longer at the angle necessary for penetration, and when Luffy starts to wriggle in frustration, biting at his lower lip and chin, he pushes him back, tone teasing but soft. "Slow down, alright, Sencho? Lemme help."
"I don't wanna wait anymore," the rubber man huffs, but he reluctantly relaxes his grip, allowing Zoro to back away enough to grab the lube again, this time popping open the vial to coat his own rigid length. "Wanna feel you inside."
"I'm getting to it, jeez," the swordsman scolds, but he's hiding a smile as he curls slippery fingers around his shaft to smear it with oil and rub his glans up and down his impatient partner's ass crack, gliding repeatedly over his hole before pressing against it. "My dick's gonna feel a lot thicker than my fingers," he warns. "If I go too fast or it hurts, tell me." And then, after a moment of hesitation. "And… don't freak out if you start thinking it feels almost like you gotta take a dump, okay? Totally normal 'n I promise, it only FEELS that way 'n only 'til you start getting used to having stuff bigger than fingers goin' in instead of just comin' out."
"G-Gotcha." Luffy's squirming, pushing himself up on his elbows and stretching and contorting a bit to see what's happening below his waist. He inhales sharply at the sight of the cock poised to enter him, tongue darting out to lick nervously across his lips. "Zoro-?"
"Yeah? Is something wron-?"
"N-No, I just meant- what're you- what're you waiting for? Put it in!"
Zoro's trying not to laugh as he slips his free hand under his captain's knee, lifting it to tilt his pelvis into a better position. "Getting there! Gonna be a lot of- p-pressure…" He's holding himself steady, eyes darting between Luffy's body slowly dilating under the steady force of his glans and the other man's expression, wanting to see both, his teeth clenched as he tries to watch his tip gradually disappearing even while he's searching his lover's face for flickers of pain or discomfort.
There's no sign of distress in Luffy's expression, however, just stunned amazement. His mouth's fallen open, his fingers hooked around the edges of the sofa cushions. Like Zoro, he's attempting to divide his attention between two places simultaneously, and when his gaze meets the green-haired pirate's, the delight and complete trust in his eyes hits Zoro with the blunt weight of a hammer striking his diaphragm.
"W-Widest- widest p-part c-coming," he stammers, feeling heat flare across his skin, darkening his flush, because Luffy's holding his gaze, arms rising to reach for him, and abruptly nothing exists but the intensity of his captain's eyes and the slick heat and pressure of his eager, receptive body.
He lets go of himself, somehow gets his hand under his partner's other knee without making the conscious decision to do so, and then Luffy's clinging around his neck, panting hard into the scant inches of air left between their faces, his eyes widening as his sphincter stretches to admit the broad cap of flesh pushing through it, a faint "o-oh" escaping him.
Hips moving of their own volition in short, rocking thrusts that slide him deeper and deeper, until he's pressed tight against Luffy's bottom, Zoro's trembling with the effort of holding back his orgasm when he finally comes to a stop with his lower belly nudging his partner's balls. "F-Fuck…"
Luffy takes a deep breath, then lets it escape with a noise that's half sigh, half moan.
The swordsman swallows hard enough to not just feel but hear the click in his throat, and when he speaks, his voice is so low, so husky, it's closer to a growl than comprehensible words. "Are- are you-" He clears his throat and tries again. "Y-You o-okay?"
"Mmmgh…" His captain closes the distance between their mouths, licking clumsily across his lower lip and chin and tightening his hold around his neck. "Zoro's- Z-Zoro's so…" He trails off, nuzzling Zoro's cheek with his own before resuming with "I'm- I feel so full down there..." Fingers slip into the swordsman's short locks, lazily twining and playing with them. "Do I- mmm, do I still get to m-move?"
"Y-Yeah, just gimme a sec." He slips his hands from beneath Luffy's knees, trailing his fingers down his outer thighs before curling them under him to grip his buttocks. "Legs around my- m-my waist." It's hard to talk, hard to string words together, when all his body wants him to do is shut up and move, move, move. "Y-Yeah, just like that…" Squeezing his partner's ass, he allows himself a couple of slow thrusts, drawing away only an inch or two before sliding completely back into that wet, clenching tunnel.
Luffy moans in response, eyes fluttering shut- then snapping open abruptly, one foot kicking awkwardly at his rump, his tone full of irritation. "Oi, why'd you STOP?"
"Just h-hang on, okay," Zoro admonishes. "Y-YOU'RE gonna do the m-moving, remember?" Hands cradling his captain's bottom, he straightens, moving cautiously to avoid tripping on the trousers and haramaki that've slipped down around his ankles as he lifts him off the sofa and turns to ease himself onto the cushions. "I just- just needed to m-make sure you were lubed up g-good enough."
Squirming, settling into his lap with both arms and legs still wrapped around him, Luffy considers their new position with growing interest. "Oi, does this mean I can-?"
"Mmmhm. You get to move, plus you c-can kiss me whenever you w-want."
"AND play with these!" Luffy crows, his right hand having found its way to the swordsman's partially-exposed pectorals by virtue of his arm elongating farther and coiling a second time around his midsection. He drags the shirt hem covering Zoro's upper chest higher, pulling it up and out of the way until it's stretched in a narrow band just under his armpits.
"That too, but-" Zoro breaks off mid-snort to groan, clutching at his lover's waist, because Luffy's not wasting any time. He's already experimenting, lifting and dropping his hips to rock his ass on the erection impaling it while his fingers caress Zoro's chest, tweaking the nipples to stiff points and tugging insistently on both those and the surrounding areolas, one side then the other. The hand in his hair twists, tugging, pulling him forward for a kiss, and he surrenders willingly, hands stroking Luffy's sides beneath his open vest before moving them back to cup his buttocks and help him slide up and down.
It doesn't take long for them to find a rhythm, a lot faster and harder than the one Zoro would have chosen if he'd been in control but he doesn't bother protesting even though it means he's probably not going to last very long. His partner's erect again, dick compressed between their abdomens and leaking abundant pre-cum down their flushed, sweat-beaded skin as it's stimulated by their repetitive movements.
In short time, Luffy discovers that tilting his hips backwards while riding only the first inch or so of his swordsman's cock allows him to grind his prostate against the glans. He's kissing Zoro when he cums, his triumphant shout muffled by his own tongue as it snakes enthusiastically within the green-haired pirate's mouth.
Panting, fluid-splattered chest heaving as rubber fingers smear across it and try to squeeze wet, slippery flesh, Zoro gets a hand between them to grasp his captain's still-dribbling erection. Thumbing the slit, keeping the shaft hard while Luffy continues rocking straight through the afterglow and beyond, no longer keeping the thrusts shallow but plunging down on him in long strokes that swallow his length from tip to root until he's shuddering, poised on the edge.
"C-Cum," Luffy insists when he's beginning to think he can't hold back any longer, hand tightening on his left pectoral. "Wanna feel you- c-cum inside me. Zoro-"
With these words echoing in his ears, Zoro stops fighting his impending orgasm. He releases his lover's dick so he can clutch his buttocks in both hands, matching the deliciously painful grip on his aching tit as he wrenches control from Luffy and holds him aloft just high enough to give his own hips room to move, shoving frantically into him, fucking him with such furious abandon that the younger man's shortly wailing his name, thin jets of warm fluid erupting between their bodies for the second time even as Zoro climaxes himself. He buries his face against the junction of Luffy's neck and shoulder, cursing, growling, biting as his straining cock twitches and throbs, spilling spurt after spurt of semen deep into his captain's convulsing flesh.
Moaning, Luffy grinds heels against his spine, blunt nails scratching lines of fire across his sweat and ejaculate-streaked chest.
Kicking his trousers loose so they're dangling from one foot, Zoro twists, toppling his partner backwards onto the sofa and planting his hands on either side of him, thrusting until sensitivity forces him to slow his movements and he's eventually doing little more than occasionally rocking their hips together.
"Zoro…" Luffy breathes, hands slipping to the back of his neck to draw his face close for yet another kiss, legs remaining locked tightly around his middle to keep him inside as long as he's still hard enough to stay there.
The swordsman sighs and sinks down to meet him, allowing him to once again take the lead and gladly parting saliva-moistened lips under the insistent pressure of his tongue, although this exchange is far less frantic than their interactions earlier, the fingers touching him no longer yanking his hair or clutching at him but running gently over his damp skin. Doodling delicate, rambling patterns on his shoulders, stroking soothingly along his neck and jaw, curling around his left ear and sending the gold droplets dangling from the lobe swaying more wildly, jangling softly against one another. The ankles crossed in the small of his back bear down now and then, urging his pelvis forward, and each time he obeys without protest, giving a firm thrust even though he can tell his cock's beginning to go flaccid.
Drawing back long enough to murmur his name again, his captain gazes up at him through half-lidded eyes, kiss-swollen mouth curved in an enormous, sated grin. "Shishishi… I don't know what I like better: being inside Zoro or having Zoro inside me…"
"Maybe we c-can-" Zoro falters as a heel nudges at his tailbone and his hips roll forward automatically, his words dissolving into a garbled "mmmghhh" when Luffy's fingertips trail over his left pectoral, tracing the broad red marks and stinging scratches he's left there. "Hhh ah… m-maybe we can- mmm- start fl-flipping a coin or something." He shifts his weight to one arm, freeing a hand to push open the flaps of his partner's vest to expose his chest and abdomen, pushing up a bit to give himself enough space to caress them- and laughing out loud as his gaze moves lower. "S-Seriously, Sencho? You're hard AGAIN?"
Luffy peers down his own body to where his dick's resting on his lower belly, sounding somewhat sheepish as he says, "Well… yeah… I mean, Zoro feels really good." He gives another nudge with his heel and hums as his swordsman patiently indulges him with another thrust. "Mmm… r-really, REALLY good…"
"I'm not gonna be able to fuck you 'til you cum this time, you know. I'm getting too soft to-"
"That's okay, just- touch me?"
Zoro obliges him, hand sliding down his abdomen to take hold of his erection. It's not as desperately rigid as it'd been when they started, but it's still undeniably firm. Definitely hard enough to pump, and he begins doing so, following his captain's breathless directives to speed up or slow down or shift his grip, although Luffy's mostly satisfied with lengthy, languid strokes and a thumb rubbing occasionally in the sensitive hollow on the underside of the glans.
He reaches his peak shortly before Zoro's about to slip out of him, the contraction of muscles in his groin and rectum actually ejecting his swordsman's nearly deflated cock along with a small gush of cum. This time his climax is too weak and his fatigue too great for any noise beyond a soft, whimpering moan to emerge his throat, but there's no mistaking the single milky spurt that escapes his tip.
Zoro's not in the least surprised by the lack of volume. "No damn wonder; you gotta be running dry by now," he murmurs, letting go to trail his fingertips through the slippery mess coating his exhausted, panting lover's stomach. He lowers himself again to kiss Luffy's chin, the corners of his mouth, his lips, each of his closed eyes, smiling when his actions are greeted with feeble laughter. "And tired as hell. 'Cause I know I could sure use a nap 'n I only came ONCE."
"Can we?" Luffy asks drowsily. "Nap, I mean, not cum again. I don't think I COULD cum again right now." He yawns as Zoro's arms encircle him, easily shifting his supine form as the green-haired pirate moves to settle against the opposite arm of the sofa with him sprawled on top. "Shouldn't we… mmm… clean up or…" Trailing off as his head comes to rest against Zoro's sternum and nuzzling his nose under his chin with a contented sigh, body relaxing.
"Nah, just sleep 'n we'll worry about it later. I doubt dried jizz'll be much harder to scrub off the cushions than fresh jizz." The swordsman closes his eyes, too lethargic to care that the two of them and half their clothing are a sticky, drying mess as well. Besides, it's not like Nami's gonna come down here to smack us. I doubt Usopp would even say anything- 'though, from what Sencho claims, he might go hide somewhere to jerk off. 'N the cook- He can't resist the sense of smug satisfaction that causes the corners of his mouth to twitch into a vindictive smirk. Because while Sanji might wake them up hollering his head off, he's certainly not going to risk touching either of them when they're covered in each other's bodily fluids, not even with his shoes. Or sit on this sofa ever again, likely even after it's been thoroughly cleaned and no stains are visible.
Nami probably WOULD clobber us later, for destroying the peace or whatever, if that blond dipshit wanders down here 'n starts howling about how me 'n Luffy contaminating the furniture with gay germs or some stupid shit like that, but oh man, would it be worth it to twist his homophobic-ass boxers in a knot.
Just before he dozes off, he sleepily recalls the comment Luffy made the other morning about wanting to fuck in every room on the ship- and reminds himself to suggest making the kitchen table- or maybe even the countertop- the next location on their unwritten checklist. It shouldn't be too difficult to convince his captain, after all, not with the fridge in such easy reach...