"Oi, watch it, shitty bastard! You keep that- that THING-" The furious stab of a forefinger, held well out of actual touching range, towards the crotch of Zoro's trousers. "-away from me!"
"Come off it, dumbass. YOU'RE the one who backed into ME."
"It's YOUR fault for standing so close! How do I know you weren't just waiting for the chance to rub your moldy piece all over me, you-"
"First of all, my dick isn't MOLDY. I can't help my pubes match my hair," the swordsman snarls, taking a step forward, his hand brushing warningly against his katana handles. "Second, I'm NOT INTERESTED in your scrawny blond ass. You're annoying, you reek like an ashtray and probably taste like one too, not to mention you've made it pretty goddamn clear you're STRAIGHT. 'N no matter WHAT you seem to think, guys like that AIN'T MY FRICKIN' TYPE."
Shifting his balance to one foot, clearly ready to launch a vicious kick should one or more swords be drawn on him, Sanji appears more than willing to escalate the argument, when Luffy decides he's had just about enough and shoves his way between them, bracing a hand of each of their chests. "Saaanji, Zoro doesn't even NEED you like that anyway, not when he's already got me!"
His swordsman gives a bemused snort and relaxes slightly under his touch, responding with a brief crack about his lack of modesty in rating himself and his own performance so highly but also grinning to make it known the joke's not intended maliciously. The cook, on the other hand, sort of flinches away from his palm and fingers, as though he's been burnt.
Luffy frowns at him and lowers his hand, not sure whether to feel hurt or annoyed or a little- or maybe a lot- of both.
Zoro's quite obviously very annoyed and not shy about expressing his irritation. "What's your deal?" he demands. "Just 'cause he likes my cock doesn't mean he's automatically interested in getting his hands on YOURS. We both got better ways to spend our time than chasing a guy who's not into fucking other guys."
Like having sex with each other, Luffy nearly adds, but manages to close his mouth again with these words unspoken, because while they're true, emphasizing this point prooobably won't help defuse the situation. Besides, everybody's still pretty mad about the sofa. He and his partner-in-crime have thus far escaped a serious beating since Nami's feeling so lousy, but after catching part of Sanji's rant about them defiling the furniture, she'd wearily promised to knock their skulls together as soon as she's back on her feet.
"Watch your language in front of the ladies," the cook growls, but he's at least got the grace to look chagrined by his overreaction to their captain's harmless touch.
Not sure what the fuss is about a couple colorful words - one of which is nothing but slang for a body part, anyway, and one possessed by a heck of a lot of people - since their navigator's asleep, her face flushed with fever, and Vivi doesn't appear to be paying attention, too engrossed in her study of the map unfurled on the red-head's desk, Luffy crosses his arms. "Zoro's right; I don't want anybody else but him for sex. I like you, Sanji, only not like THAT, 'n Zoro already said he feels the same way."
"I'm not sure I'd call LIKE the right word," the green-haired man mutters.
Sanji bristles, clearly ready to lunge past and resume his tirade, but he halts when he realizes Luffy's seized a handful of his shirt.
"Nobody's gonna try'n get in your pants if you don't want 'em there," the captain tells him in a tone far more stern than his usual one. "Okay? Nakama don't do things like that." He turns to wrinkle his nose at Zoro, giving his torso a little nudge. "'N YOU oughta quit sayin' mean stuff on purpose to make Sanji mad."
"It's so easy though," his swordsman retorts- only to flinch as he's jabbed with merciless force in the left nipple, which Luffy's positive MUST still be sore from their romp on the sofa in the men's quarters. "OW! Okay, okay, I'll stop- y'don't gotta poke me." Although his smirk's hinting otherwise, the mischievous dimple in the corner of his mouth suggesting well, actually maybe you SHOULD, just not there 'n not with your finger…
Flustered, the rubber man bites the inside of his cheek, feeling heat flare across his face, and he gives his partner a light whack on the chest. "ZORO!"
"Oi oi oi, I didn't say anything!"
Luffy narrows his eyes. Nooo, but I KNOW what you're thinking.
His swordsman's grin broadens.
Sanji's watching their exchange, looking as though he wants to protest but he's also no longer certain why or exactly what to say. "You guys-" he finally grumbles after several seconds of awkward silence. "You guys act like you're a couple."
"So?" Zoro asks, one eyebrow lifting.
"Well, it's just-" The cook makes a face that's not quite a grimace. "It's WEIRD, alright? I mean-" He gestures helplessly to Luffy. "He's our CAPTAIN and you're- you're both GUYS."
Luffy blinks, unsure what point's being made.
"Again- so what?" Thankfully Zoro seems more exasperated now than angry. "Show me where it says two guys can't be a couple. So far as I'm concerned, a couple's just two people doin' shit together. Maybe they both got dicks, maybe they don't, but what do you EVEN CARE?"
"I-"
"Does it really- like, REALLY matter that much that we're both guys?" the captain asks. Personally, he doesn't understand why Sanji seems to think it matters, why ANYBODY would think it matters, but he's learning that some people just react really weirdly to guys like him and Zoro. Or like Johnny and Yosaku. Who'd quietly related a few of their own unpleasant encounters with such people before urging him and Zoro to take care of themselves before they'd parted ways back at Cocoyasi Village.
"No. It doesn't." Zoro's brow furrows slightly. "Or at least it SHOULDN'T. Not when the people that're- y'know- actually INVOLVED with each other are alright with it 'n happy together." He sighs when Luffy continues looking at him expectantly, waiting for an explanation. "Okay, lemme put it this way. Remember what I said before, how different people like different stuff?"
"Uh-huh."
"Good. So the cook likes girls, right?"
"Yeah?" "Definitely," Sanji blurts and shrugs when they both glance over at him. "Well I do!"
"What about you, Sencho. You like girls?"
Luffy gives his swordsman a funny look, because isn't this the exact same thing they'd talked about before? When he'd mentioned the dirty magazines he'd found in the kitchen AND what he just stated AGAIN literally a couple minutes ago? "I TOLD Zoro- I like HIM. I only wanna have sex with HIM, not girls or other guys or- well, anybody else." He bites his lip. "I don't want anyone else. Just you."
Zoro smiles. "Yeah, you did tell me that. Which means the real question is, if you're not interested in fucking anybody but me, do you think that makes it wrong that he-" Pointing towards Sanji. "-only wants to fuck girls?"
"O-Oi," the blond in question sputters, glancing nervously towards where Vivi's frowning down at the map beneath her fingertips and then over his shoulder at their- presumably- unconscious navigator. "Watch what you're-!"
"Shut up and listen, okay? Luffy. Is there anything wrong with the cook not wanting to bang other guys?" He raises a hand when Sanji opens his mouth, cutting off his annoyed "of course not!"
Luffy's already shaking his head. "Nah, Sanji just likes who he likes. Just like you 'n me. And Nami. And Vivi. And- well, I dunno if he's interested in girls or guys or both or whatever, but like Usopp too." He shrugs. "Everybody just likes whoever they like 'n that's just- well, that's just the way they are, right?"
Zoro turns his attention back to the crew's cook, who's resumed watching them with a distinctly unreadable expression, and quirks an eyebrow, raising both hands and holding them with the palms turned up, as if to ask "alright, there you go, so what do you think?"
Face remaining neutral, Sanji studies the swordsman for a moment or two, before asking cautiously, "… so does that mean you guys are- what… dating? That you're- ah- boyfriends or something?"
Luffy immediately turns his gaze towards Zoro in desperation- only to find Zoro already looking at him and placidly awaiting whatever answer he feels inclined to give. Left to his own devices, he shrugs. "Uhm… maybe?"
"You're- you're letting him SCREW YOU 'n you're SCREWING HIM, but you DON'T EVEN KNOW if you're dating or not?"
At the incredulous, somewhat aghast tone of Sanji's voice, the captain looks away, uncomfortably lost for words and abruptly finding the pattern of the carpet under his sandal-clad feet incredibly fascinating. He likes Zoro, likes sex with Zoro, likes how it feels when they're together, kissing and touching and having fun with each other, but Sanji's making it sound… wrong. Like there's something really bad about him wanting to feel good.
While he might be tongue-tied, however, Zoro is most certainly not.
"Again, what's it matter to you, shitty cook?" his partner's demanding. "You're not the one fucking me- or getting fucked. Luffy is, which means it's between him 'n me. HE'S the one deciding whether or not he wants anything besides sex-" Zoro reaches out, and Luffy inhales sharply as his swordsman's fingers touch his jaw, thumb brushing gently against his chin. "-'n, honestly, whatever he decides is okay."
Relieved despite himself, he raises his head and grins at the green-haired pirate, hoping the magnitude of his gratitude's visible in his eyes. "Thanks, Zoro."
"Not a problem, Sencho." Voice softening even further, mouth dimpling and eyes crinkling in a way that makes him feel warm inside. Not the flushed arousal he'd experienced earlier, but just- calm, steady assurance that everything's alright and he's exactly where he belongs, and he senses Zoro feels it too because his lover's smiling back with genuine affection and caressing his face with a distinct lack of regard for Sanji fidgeting uncomfortably beside them.
Their bucolic moment's interrupted when the cook hesitantly clears his throat to say, "O-Oi, I'm… I'm gonna head top-side, see if Usopp's spotted anything. His- his shift should be ending soon, right?"
"Y-Yeah," Luffy answers slowly, distracted. He reluctantly tears his gaze away from Zoro's as the other man's hand drops from his cheek. "Who's got watch next?"
"Uh…" "Beats the hell outta me."
"Ah, I believe that would be me, Luffy-san," Vivi announces, looking up from the navigation desk with a smile.
Sanji performs a spastic, noodling dance on the spot, intent on offering to take her place but also obviously overwhelmed by the thought she might've overheard the earlier conversation if she'd been paying enough attention to catch their captain's question.
"Idiot," Zoro mutters, shaking his head, and Luffy can't help snickering, lacing his fingers with his partner's when their dangling hands brush. To his immense satisfaction, Zoro gives a little squeeze of acknowledgment and simply hangs on instead of pulling out of his grip, not protesting when Luffy begins swinging his arm back and forth a bit.
"No-no-no, Vivi-chan, I'll be fine with this," Sanji's insisting as he begins tying a heavy scarf around his neck, waving away the princess of Arabasta's repeated attempts to lend him her puffy winter coat. "You keep that- you're cold." Turning towards the stairs, he pauses mid-knot with the scarf's tails dangling from his fingers. "Luffy? Marimo?"
"Mmm?" the captain asks while, beside him, Zoro inclines his head.
"Since I'll be in the crow's nest, would you- would you guys mind-?"
"Keeping an eye on Nami?" Luffy grins.
"Pretty sure we'd be doing that anyway, you dumbass," Zoro snorts. "-whether you asked or not. She's our crew mate too."
"… thank you…" the cook tells them quietly, offering an undeniably tremulous smile- but a smile nonetheless. There's not much time for awkward shuffling or accusations of sappiness, however, because Vivi's calling them from where she's dropped to her knees by the bedside to once again check Nami's temperature, her voice filled with concern.
Chaos reigns for a while as Luffy immediately begins suggesting implausible methods of medical treatment, much to everyone else's disgust, and gets himself smacked into a wall hard enough to rattle the paneling and have insult added to injury when a framed photograph tumbles down to land corner-first directly in his face. He's retrieved by Zoro, who sighs, hoisting him upright by the collar of his vest and then keeping his fingers curled in a tight grip on the fabric to prevent the captain from getting underfoot again while Vivi and Sanji discuss the approaching darkness and dropping the anchor for the night.
The rubber man's eventually turned loose when Zoro excuses himself to go deal with the capstan and Sanji heads for the crow's nest to relieve Usopp and, with nothing particularly important to do himself, Luffy wanders over to join their blue-haired friend beside the bed as she's laying a fresh damp cloth across Nami's sweat-beaded forehead.
He's evidently been forgiven for his earlier trespass, because Vivi greets him with a faint smile and slides over to give him a place to sit down.
"Are you really that cold?" he asks, tugging curiously at the sleeve of her coat.
Her smile broadens. "Luffy-san, my homeland's a desert, remember? It doesn't snow there, and it's only cold at night, when most people are home and asleep."
"Ooohhh… so that's why your duck's poofed up like that?" The captain gestures towards Carue, who's settled on the carpet near the bed's foot, legs folded beneath him and bill tucked under one wing. At first glance, it seems as though he's asleep, especially considering he hasn't budged for quite some time- not even while Zoro and Sanji were trading insults- but he opens his only visible eye upon hearing Luffy's question, examines him without any real interest, and then promptly closes it again.
"Yes; his down- the fluffy layer under his feathers- helps keep him warm." Vivi yawns suddenly and blushes, hurriedly covering her open mouth with her hand. "Oh! E-Excuse me- it's been a long day." And smiles wryly at Luffy's amused laughter. "I know, I know. Nami-san scolded me for worrying too much about formalities."
He grins. "Yeah, we don't really bother with that kinda stuff. Don't you think it's a lot easier, just sayin' what you wanna say instead of thinkin' 'bout how it gotta sound so much you make your head hurt?"
Judging by the look the princess gives him, that's generally not a problem she encounters. But then she bites her lower lip. "In that case…" Shifting her gaze back to Nami's face. "I'm- I'm glad you and Mr. Bushido were able to talk to Sanji-san. I wasn't trying to eavesdrop on your conversation, but I couldn't help overhearing it, and, well-"
"Nah, me too," Luffy agrees. He's relieved the discussion ended the way it did, because if what he and Zoro said this evening sticks in Sanji's head, then maybe- MAYBE- the cook might stop acting like the two of them have some weird disease that he's afraid of catching if he spends too much time around them. He doubts his swordsman and Sanji will ever be best friends - their personalities clash too much and they disagree on far too many points for that - but he'd be a lot happier if they tolerated each other's presence a little better. Of course, it'd probably help if Zoro didn't derive such vindictive glee from rubbing the knowledge he's getting laid in the blond's face. It'd probably help A LOT, to be honest, and the captain guesses it's something else they'll need to discuss.
This DOESN'T, of course, mean that he's not taking his partner up on his recent offer of sex in the kitchen. Just that they'll need to be extra careful that Sanji doesn't find out about it. Zoro's liable to be disappointed he won't be able to make such a transgression a bragging point, of course, but-
"-and Mr. Bushido complement each other very well," Vivi's informing him. "Even if you're not terribly discreet about- ah…"
"Having sex?"
"Y-Yes. That."
Luffy shrugs. "I don't care who knows what we're doin' 'n neither does Zoro."
"You've, um, made that quite apparent, yes…"
He's about to say he's not sure what the big deal is, considering animals don't bother hiding what THEY'RE doing EITHER and nobody yells at THEM for having sex in public, when he hears the heavy stamping of boots overhead, and then Zoro comes trudging down the steps from the storage room, brushing melting snow from his shoulders and the front of his shirt.
Vivi shudders at the sight of him, rubbing her arms vigorously through the bulky sleeves of her coat.
"Anchor's down," the swordsman announces. He's alternately flexing his fingers and rubbing his palms together as he speaks, every inch of bare skin prickling with gooseflesh. "Brrr... I swear it got a hell of a lot colder out there in the last couple hours." He cups his hands together and exhales heavily into them. "Usopp's on his way down. Said he hasn't seen shit- no islands, no other ships, no nothing."
"Not even that weird watermelon guy again? The one who tried to eat Merry earlier?" Luffy asks, rising to follow Zoro as he wanders over to the corner bar to poke through the available liquor there.
"Nope, just snow, snow 'n more snow." Zoro's frowning as he rotates a bottle to examine its label. "Damn, I was hoping she'd have something decent down here, but it's all that flowery crap. Oh well." He makes a selection at random and proceeds to rummage through the drawers until he finds a corkscrew. "Oi, Vivi," he calls, voice raised to carry across the room. "-you wanna warm up, c'mere 'n try some of this. Couple of drinks, you won't notice the cold anymore."
The princess declines the offer with a polite smile, but Luffy leans in to take a suspicious sniff at the bottle once it's been uncorked- and recoils with a noise of blatant disgust at the aroma wafting free. "Blegh! That doesn't smell like flowers! It stinks like moldy grapes!"
"Mmhmm." Zoro raises the aperture to his lips and takes a quick swig. He grimaces, wrinkling his nose. "Tastes like 'em too, but it's better than nothing. 'Cause I sure as hell don't feel like goin' back outside just to hit the kitchen wine rack. Wanna try a sip?" he asks and muffles laughter with the back of his hand in response to the captain's appalled expression. "Alright alright, heh- just means more for me."
"Nami's gonna yell at you for drinkin' her booze."
"She gotta catch me first," Zoro snorts, although Luffy's amused to see his swordsman's eyes dart briefly in the direction of the bed to make sure their navigator's still asleep before he raises the bottle again. Not even Zoro likes getting thumped by Nami; she's got good aim and she hits HARD.
His own gaze drifts over the curve of Zoro's hand, sliding along the broad, rough knuckles wrapped around the bottle's neck, and while the irresistibly phallic sight stirs a vivid memory of those same fingers curling firmly around his dick to stroke him towards climax, he's also remembering his lover clasping his hand just a short time earlier, unconcerned about openly returning his display of affection despite Sanji's presence, and which thought thrills him more, he can't decide.
He presses closer, angling his body alongside Zoro's frame, resting his weight against him, and when the other man immediately adjusts his posture so they're leaning into each other, it feels like the most natural thing in the world to rest his head on Zoro's shoulder blade, slip an arm around him and snuggle into his flank.
"Mmm, you're warm," his swordsman observes before taking another swig of alcohol.
Luffy rises on tiptoe to press his cheek against Zoro's neck, nuzzling his nose into the hollow behind his ear and snickering when his breath stirs the fine hairs on the bare skin there, prompting a vigorous shiver and a soft curse. "Zoro feels like an icicle." His fingertips trace the upper edge of Zoro's haramaki before dipping inside, searching out the hem of his shirt and slipping under it to touch his abdominals. Caressing the cold flesh until the muscles begin to relax beneath his touch.
His partner's appreciative sigh catches audibly when he reaches higher, palm grazing a protruding nipple as hard as a chip of marble.
Grinning, the captain rubs slow circles over the stiff bud and taut areola, his other hand shortly rising to seize Zoro's opposite pectoral, squeezing and kneading that side heavily through the thin weave of his shirt. Rolling and tugging sensitive tissue between his fingers until his swordsman's eventually forced to put down his drink to avoid spilling it and clutch the edges of the counter, his head slightly bowed.
A quick glance behind him shows Luffy that Vivi's face is buried in her folded arms, resting on the bed at Nami's side, her parka-bundled shoulders and back gently rising and falling in the beginning stages of sleep. Emboldened, he sweeps his tongue along the smooth curve behind Zoro's ear, pelvis pressing to the seat of his trousers and rocking a bit, rubbing firmly against his buttocks.
"You're- you're nuts if you think- you're talking me into- taking my clothes off," Zoro breathes even while his body's arching to push his chest more insistently into the hands groping it and simultaneously press backwards to meet the hardening erection that's nudging his ass. "It's t-too fucking cold, even down- down here."
"Just wanna play around a little," Luffy murmurs back. "Or- maybe more than a little..." He mouths hungrily at the side of his lover's neck, using the tight grip on his pectorals to momentarily crush them together. "Bet I could warm Zoro up, make him forget about it being cold." Thumbs stroking the nipples jutting beneath their touch, trapping them against his forefingers, pinching, pulling. "Bet I do it better than-" Another nip, using more teeth this time. "-than some nasty rotten grape water."
Groaning faintly, Zoro turns his head to bring their lips together. "Sencho, you're terrible," he scolds after reluctantly pulling away again, amusement softening his already hushed tone. "If-" He breaks off, shuddering, as he's squeezed even more roughly. "If Vivi notices 'n freaks out 'n she w-wakes up Nami, we're- we're both dead."
"Nah, Vivi fell asleep." The swaying momentum of his pelvis pushing his lover flush with the bar counter, trapping him between the two stools.
"Hold up," Zoro protests and, when the captain pauses, twists around to face him. His hands take hold of Luffy's hips, slip past them to settle on his buttocks and pull him closer. When he gives an instinctive nudge forward, his movements grind their groins together and he can feel his swordsman's cock thick and eager against his own through the layers of clothing between them.
He kisses Zoro, uttering a small noise of annoyance at the alcohol flavoring the older man's lips and tongue but he's not perturbed enough by the taste to stop. He deepens the kiss instead, parting his lips to allow his partner better access as Zoro returns the favor with enthusiasm.
The hands cradling his ass are squeezing, massaging and working determinedly to spread his cheeks wide inside the fabric of his shorts, and he can't restrain the needy whimper that slips from his throat as fingertips press against the sensitive flesh between them, stroking lingering circles around and across his hole. His abdominal muscles flex involuntarily, his sphincter contracting as he presses harder into Zoro's touch, wishing his clothing wasn't preventing his partner's fingers from caressing him directly- or working their way inside him.
"You're shaking," Zoro whispers against his mouth, voice low and rough, hands gripping him tight enough to prompt another soft, helpless sound of desire. "Shit, I love when you-" He bites gently at Luffy's lower lip and chin. "-when you make that noise…"
"I- I want Zoro," the captain breathes. "I want- I want you."
"Tell me." His swordsman's tongue sweeps across his parted lips, delving teasingly between them. "Tell me what you want from me, Sencho." Fingers sliding slowly back and forth, continuing to stimulate his anus with the rough material that's rubbing relentlessly over the sensitive, tingling nerves.
"I-" He feels his face heating, flushed by both mounting adrenaline and no small amount of excited embarrassment that they're having this conversation HERE, only a couple yards from two of their nakama, sleeping or not. The touching, the stifled gasps and groans produced by what they're doing to one another - his hands have returned to Zoro's pectorals, working determinedly to wring small grunts of pleasure from the older pirate's throat - are less intimidating than vocalizing the thoughts tumbling haphazardly through his head.
"Tell me what you're imagining right now."
He swallows, pressing his forehead to his lover's, letting the slow, unhurried movements of their hips rocking in unison sway their bodies against each other. "Zoro in-inside me again…"
"My fingers-?" Those digits tracing the seam dividing the seat of his shorts, pressing it deeper into his crack, until he can feel the fabric threatening to dilate his rim. "-or my cock?" Zoro's hidden erection grinding into his own with enough force to catch him off-balance, only his swordsman's embrace preventing him from toppling over backwards.
"Cock," he replies in a breathless, strangled voice, reaching for Zoro's neck and shoulders, intent on wrapping his arms around them and climbing Zoro like a ship's mast until he's gained enough altitude to rub his bottom against the tent in Zoro's trousers. Even if they don't get fully- or even partially- undressed, maybe they can create enough friction moving together to get off anyway, and- We're not REALLY breaking our promise to Sanji, 'cause if we're in the same room, we can still keep an eye on Nami- sort of- even while we're-
Distracted by this admittedly faulty logic, Luffy doesn't catch his partner's eyes widening or the warning forming on his lips moments before something heavy and blunt whacks him in the back of the skull with a blow sufficient to smash his face squarely between Zoro's pectorals- a lucky accident that muffles his yell of startled protest.
When he raises his head, scowling and gingerly rubbing his cranium as he turns to identify who or what struck him, he finds himself face-to-beak with Carue, feathers ruffled and eyes narrowed and glaring.
"Get lost," Zoro hisses at their unexpected audience. "Go back to sleep!"
"Yeah, you can't have Zoro- he's mine." Sticking his tongue out briefly at the agitated avian, Luffy returns his attention to his swordsman, hand slipping around the back of his neck to disrupt his irritable contemplation of their feathered shipmate and draw him into another fervent kiss- only to flinch and break off with a loud "OW!" as he's pecked once more. "Go away! We just wanna- OW!"
Zoro stares incredulously at Carue, who's no longer simply poised to strike but now raising both wings in what's clearly a threatening manner. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me. Are we seriously getting cock-blocked by a goddamn DUCK?" Evidently, because a moment later he's yanking away the hand still resting on Luffy's ass with a sharp curse as the goddamn duck in question snaps viciously at his fingers. "OI, QUIT THAT SHIT!"
The captain yelps as the nip intended for Zoro lands on his rump instead and flings himself up his lover's torso, now scaling him not with sexual intent but in a panicked attempt to protect his smarting hindquarters from additional trauma.
"Okay- okay-okay-okay! Everybody settle the hell down, right now!" Arms wrapping around Luffy to simultaneously shield him from attack and prevent his wild scrambling from toppling them both to the floor, Zoro locks eyes with Carue. "C'mon, bird, fuckin' chill out. We get it- we're stopping, alright?" He bares his teeth as the duck tilts his head, eyes still narrowed, contemplating. "I swear to god- if you even THINK about nailing me in the nuts-"
Carue fluffs his feathers, slowly resettling his wings along his sides and turning his head to preen while one bright eye remains suspiciously fixed on them.
"You think he'd follow us up to storage?" Luffy asks forlornly, conscious of the relentless, unfulfilled throbbing in his groin as he remains clinging to Zoro's upper body.
"Probably not, but-" His swordsman sighs, sounding equally frustrated. "We told the cook we'd keep an eye on shit down here." He shifts the hand braced beneath Luffy's lower back, thumb caressing the captain's bare spine where his skin's exposed between the bottom hem of his vest and the waistband of his shorts. "Raincheck?"
"Mmm, yeah." Nuzzling his face into Zoro's spiky hair and inhaling slowly, feeling his stomach do that eager little flipping thing at his partner's distinct scent, Luffy utters a regret-tinged sigh of his own. "Raincheck…" He bites his lip, wondering if Usopp would be willing to cover for them once he shows up, just long enough for something quick that'll relieve the pressure pulsing in his balls.
In the meantime, however… Zoro's showing no immediate interest in setting him down, and he's happy to amuse himself by playing with the taller man's hair, running his fingertips through the short green locks over and over and over while listening to Zoro grumbling at Carue and the duck's scolding but hushed quacks in response. Growing increasingly more relaxed- even drowsy- as his thoughts wander back to their earlier conversation with Sanji and realizing with bemused surprise that he'd been mistaken when he'd said he didn't know exactly what he felt for Zoro. That he's known all along how he feels, and that there's far more than the promise of frequent sex drawing him to the older pirate.
Eyes closed, a smile curling his lips, he leans his cheek against Zoro's temple and continues toying idly with his hair while he savors the soothing sensations of Zoro's fingertips doodling tireless, random patterns on his lower back as his swordsman- his first mate, his friend, his lover, his partner, his boyfriend- argues quietly with Vivi's duck.