"Shit!" Zoro exclaims as the coin he's in the process of slapping down on the back of his left hand twists under his right palm and squirts sideways out of his grip, evading his attempts to snag it midair and striking the floor edge-first with a small thunk before rolling promptly out of sight between a stack of crates and some coiled heaps of rope. "Son of a-"
"You see what it was, before it fell?"
"Nah, my damn hand was in the way," the swordsman admits reluctantly. He supposes he COULD'VE just told Luffy it'd landed tails-side up, but that would've been cheating. He wants to win, but he also wants to do it fair and square, with the risk of losing to heighten his anticipation. Not that he's technically losing EITHER way it turns out, but- "C'mon, help me look."
Unperturbed by the delay - they're already naked, after all, flushed and damp with perspiration from the exertion of some seriously heavy foreplay after slipping away from the party on the deck - his captain joins him at the spot where the coin disappeared, cuddling up alongside him and draping an arm comfortably around his middle as they stoop down to search the floor together. "Does it still count if we find it?"
"We BETTER find it- I need every last beli I've got."
"You could always borrow some money from Nami if we can't."
Zoro snorts. "Sure- 'n have her charge me some ridiculous interest rate even if I promise to pay it right back." He casts an appreciative look over his lover's very bare, very visibly aroused body. "Besides, do you really feel like getting dressed again 'n going back out there, just for that?"
"Yeah, I guess everybody'd get pretty mad if we just showed up like this, wouldn't they," Luffy snickers, grinning. His fingers, which've been casually massaging Zoro's hip and upper thigh, slide beneath the swordsman's left buttock and move inwards, trailing lightly up and down his perenium.
Exhalation harsh and shuddering, Zoro allows him to continue for several moments, savoring the tight, aching pangs of sexual hunger that surge through his lower belly and groin whenever the roaming digits stray forward far enough to caress his balls or back to briefly circle his hole. But then, as his gaze sweeps the floor through eyes now half-lidded with lazy pleasure, it's caught by the soft gleam of gold. "O-Oi."
Luffy glances up from nuzzling amorously against his shoulder. "Mmm?"
"I found-" In the process of reaching out to reclaim the coin, he falters, staring, and laughs out loud. "Oh, what the hell." Because, lodged neatly in the narrow crack between the adjacent floor boards where it's rolled, the five-hundred beli piece is neither heads nor tails but standing upright on its rim. "Guess that settles whether I gotta toss it again."
He's stretching out his hand again when Luffy speaks, breath warm and voice husky in his ear, fingertips rubbing firmly around the underside of his cock's base, palm cradling and gently but insistently rolling and squeezing his balls. "Why do it again?"
Too distracted by the hand fondling him to process what this remark could possibly be suggesting, Zoro turns his head to frown at his captain, confused.
"I'm rubber, y'know. I stretch. So..." Mischievous glee glints in Luffy's eyes. "-what if we DO both win the toss?" The thumb settled against his perenium shifts, finding the puckered depression between his buttocks and teasing it with brief, circling strokes. "Zoro could have me inside him while he's inside me."
"Wh-" The swordsman swallows, trying to moisten his suddenly parched throat. "Who goes first though? 'Cause it'd probably be better if your dick's already all the way up my ass before I put mine up yours, right, otherwise you might only be able to get a couple inches inside me when you-" He feels his face heating up at the obvious eagerness implied by his hurried words. "I mean, you're sure you'll definitely be okay, staying stretched like that?"
Looking extremely smug at the reaction his suggestion's caused, Luffy responds by wrapping his free hand around himself midway down his erection and pulling, elongating his shaft until he's able to press his heavily leaking tip to Zoro's torso, leaving broad wet streaks on the older pirate's abdominal muscles as he slides it up and down several times before nudging between his pectorals.
"Fuck…" Zoro licks dry lips, hands rising to grasp his chest and push his tits together, creating a snug valley to squeeze his lover's glans as it's rubbed against him. "If you're- if you're sure, then-" He stifles a groan when Luffy's tip slips free and pulls away a bit to smear glistening pre-cum on his nipples, brushing back and forth between them until they're both standing out in small, hard points, the areolas surrounding them drawn taut by the sticky dampness and repeated contact. "God, Sencho. You-" Taking a deep breath, struggling to regain a measure of self-control. "You wanna ride me or you want me to fuck you on all fours or-?"
It's his partner's turn to flush, expression momentarily distant as he contemplates his choices, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip.
Grinning, Zoro releases his pectorals and slips the fingers of one hand around the portion of Luffy's cock that's been stretched into a perpendicular rope of warm flesh, trailing his loose grip slowly, slowly downwards. "Or… maybe we could try something new."
"N-New?" Luffy asks, shuddering, seizing his wrist to prevent him pulling away and rocking slowly in his grasp. Taut flesh pulling through the tunnel of his fist, lengthening farther each time his hips draw back.
"You remember that thing Yosaku did, the second time he n-nailed Johnny? Where h-" Zoro's breath catches short, his eyes locked on the thick string of pre-cum dangling precariously between his left nipple and the copiously leaking head of his captain's straining dick. "-he turned Johnny damn near on his head 'n fucked him almost upside down?"
"Hhh- uh-huh…"
"If I do that, but face the other direction-"
"I can watch myself going inside Zoro's ass, while he watches himself going inside me…" Another heavy, glistening bead oozes from the slit at Luffy's tip and the strand tenuously joining their bodies breaks, swinging free to spatter across Zoro's ribs.
Groaning, he closes his fingers tighter, pulling. Unrelenting grip forcing Luffy to follow when he drops the remaining way to the floor, the coin forgotten as he uses his free palm to balance on hand and knees. "G-Get inside. Get inside me 'n then I'll try'n st-stand up while you lay down on your back, see if you can pull your legs up so I can ride your dick while I fuck you."
"Here-" Luffy's already fumbling one-handed for the vial of lubricant resting on the crate beside them, using the other to rub himself between the swordsman's buttocks, where he's being guided by insistent tugging.
Zoro jolts as cold oil spills down his ass crack, forced to let go of Luffy's cock in favor of preventing himself from falling on his face, but before he can protest, a finger's breaching his bottom, turning his hiss of dismay into a low moan as the digit presses past his rim and slides deeper. His body doesn't offer much resistance; there's cool wetness running down his perenium, dripping from his aching balls and rigid length, and he wonders if there's any lube left or if Luffy used ALL of it. But then a second finger's joining the first, twisting, scissoring, thrusting, and he ceases to care.
His captain's breathing hard, erection nudging insistently at the back of his thigh, throat producing a throaty whine of impatience at the delay necessary for such preparation. He introduces a third finger, gives a cursory poke or two, and then all three fingers quickly retreat to make room for one much thicker appendage.
"Yesss," Zoro groans, back arching to push his rear towards his lover's pelvis, thighs gaping wider to accommodate the dick sliding into his trembling body. "God, Luffy-" An unsteady glance over his shoulder at hearing a wavering "Z-Zorooo…" moaned to him in reply allows him a glimpse of Luffy's flushed, rapturous expression, and he exhales soft, ragged laughter at the sight.
It's laughter that chokes off when the younger pirate's hips buck forward, forcing the remaining few inches of that substantial cock past his dilated rim and further stretching his already distended sphincter. Burying it deep inside him.
Groin now pressed tightly against Zoro's bottom, Luffy sighs, allowing his upper body to sag bonelessly onto the swordsman's back. "Mmm… you feel sooo, so good, all t-tight 'n hot 'n wet in there…"
"Goddamn, you're- you're HARD," Zoro murmurs once he's caught his breath again, eyes closed and forearms quivering.
"Well, yeah." Luffy's nuzzling between his shoulder blades, lips and tongue and breath warm and welcome on his bare skin. "For you… 'CAUSE OF you." Sliding his hands up and down his partner's sides, he begins giving shallow thrusts, rocking his hips just enough to shift inside him without creating much friction. "Is- is it okay if I- if I cum already? 'Cause I'm prob'ly g-gonna if I move a whole- a whole lot more'n this. I should be able to keep going though," he adds hurriedly. "I feel like I could- could stay hard for a while. But it'll be a lot easier to stretch after I c-cum at least once."
"Sencho, you- y-you can cum TWENTY times for all I care, so long as you-" Splayed fingers curling, digging his nails against the floor, Zoro breaks off briefly, gasping, as he's taken at his word and his captain's speed and momentum abruptly increases. "-st-stay inside 'n- d-don't- don't stop- don't-" He can't finish, can't concentrate, not with Luffy panting hard behind him, each quick stroke driving home with the dull slap of moist flesh colliding and the obscene wet sounds of cock plunging in and out of his oil-slicked hole. "Y-Yeah, like that- ah- ah, don't- don't stop!"
"Z-Zoro-" Luffy's voice is thick, strangled, urgent. He's extremely close to the edge.
"Fuck me," Zoro demands breathlessly. He braces his hands and knees, begins rocking back to meet his lover's thrusts. "C-C'mon, yeah, fuck- fuck- fuck me, cum for me, Sencho, c-cum inside m-!"
There's a grunted whimper somewhere behind him and then Luffy's fingers are scrabbling for his hips, seizing him in a sudden vice-like grip and forcing him to hold still. Body shaking uncontrollably against his back and rear as its steady movements degrade into frantic, sloppy lunges, spurting dick twitching and pulsing inside his ass.
"Sencho," he groans again, tightening his rectal muscles to squeeze the shaft stretching his flesh and wheezing short-winded laughter when Luffy gasps and clutches him harder. Doing it again. And again. And again. Milking his captain's release, coaxing him to spill every possible drop. "Yeah, that's it, Sencho, g-give- give me all of it. All of YOU."
Luffy eventually slumps over his back, burning face burrowing between his shoulder blades, wobbly arms sliding past his sides and beneath him to hug him firmly around the middle. He's puffing, struggling to find enough air, even as his hips continue moving languidly, providing him with enough friction to stay erect although he's clearly experiencing increased sensitivity.
"Shit… I love when you c-cum inside me." Feeling the arms curled around him tense, Zoro grins despite the insistent, unfulfilled ache in his balls. "I can feel it, y'know, when you're shooting your load. You- you stop pounding me for a couple seconds 'cause you- ah- you c-can't stand pulling out anymore, but I can feel your dick squirming in there, squirting- squirting all the- all the way up inside me..."
"Z-Zorooo-"
"It- ah- it feels good for you too, right? When I t- when I tense up while you're c-cumming, almost like my- like my ass wants your j-jizz so bad, it's trying to- to suck you d-dry?"
The next thrust's rough enough to jolt his entire frame, the arms encircling his waist clasping tighter, hauling him back to meet each consecutive stroke. Luffy's voice is ragged, beleaguered, moaning "Zoro- Z-Zoro- Zoro" over and over again, muffled where his gasping mouth is pressed to the swordsman's back.
"Can you- can you feel how- how slippery 'n wet I am, filled with your cum? How it's p-pooled in there, sloshing around your- y-your cock every t-time you-?" He cries out as his lover rams his hindquarters, elbows folding beneath him so he's sent sprawling with his ass hiked high in the air and Luffy hunched over it, once again taking him fast and hard.
"Zor- Zoro- Zoro, I'm g-!"
"M-More, Sencho, give me- ah- ah- more- ah- f-fill- fill me up 'til my ass can't hold it anym-more 'n it's squirting out 'n r-running down my- my legs every time you-"
Luffy draws back, pulling nearly all the way out of him, and then SHOVES back inside, the next attempt to shout his name dissolving into a long, incoherent groan of completion and relief. Pelvis giving frantic little surges against his bottom, fingers digging into his inner thighs, helping to hold them spread wide. Thumbs occasionally grazing the raging erection jutting from his groin.
He desperately needs to cum. The overwrought nerves in his rim are singing, tingling and throbbing around the cock impaling him, and it feels amazing, but without consistent stimulation of either his prostate or his own dick, he's not likely to reach orgasm. And his captain's been too eager, driven too far by his vulgar speech to have the presence of mind to accommodate him. At the moment, he's simply too caught up in indulging his own pleasure to give Zoro's much consideration.
Honestly, though, Zoro isn't offended; Luffy needs this, needs to unwind after the events that took place on Drum Island. The rubber man had suffered more damage during their time there than anyone else in the crew, even Vivi, whose gunshot wound had turned out to be little more than a graze.
Shredded his fingers 'n toes damn near to ribbons, carrying Nami and the cook up that damn mountain. I don't know HOW he can stand hanging onto me so tight- it's gotta hurt. AND he got himself blasted by cannonfire. Didn't bounce it off either- took the damn explosion right in the face, from the looks of it. Shit, I wish he'd be more careful. He might be rubber, but he still bruises and he still bleeds…
Proof of this lies scattered amidst their carelessly discarded clothing, in the form of the unraveled lengths of gauze Luffy had insisted on removing after they'd snuck in here a while ago, and Zoro's been acutely aware of the rough texture of healing tissue on the tips and pads of his enthusiastic partner's fingers and the palms of his hands rasping across his bare skin every time they touch him.
Those hands are now sliding up and down his abdomen and thighs, pulling him tight against Luffy's heaving chest and quivering lower body. Just how he managed to get off again so fast, Zoro has no idea, but it seems he'd barely recovered from that first orgasm before being catapulted into the second; he's shaking all over, his breath gusting hot on the swordsman's shoulders and the back of his neck.
"You- you alright?" he asks teasingly. "-or do we need to- ah!" Spine arching as an unexpected rolling of hips finally- FINALLY- puts the cock impaling his ass at the proper angle, so the broad cap of the glans begins rubbing heavily over that sweet spot every time Luffy rocks into him. "Fuck- ah- yeah- yeah, right- right there, captain, d-don't- don't stop-" He leans his face against his forearm, eyes half-lidded and lips parted to voice his satisfaction as the thrusts sway his body, the repeated stimulation of his prostate producing a familiar, gradually expanding pressure that begins to throb in his groin and lower belly, but then- as he realizes Luffy's slowing, movements growing languid- a snort of feigned disgust escapes his nostrils and open mouth. "Unless you- mmm- need a break for a while?"
"NO," Luffy protests, emphasizing his distaste for THAT idea with a wicked snap of his hips. "You AGREED. You said we could- ah- we could d-do each other at the same time." He gropes under Zoro, hooking rough fingers around him, tugging. "I want this- I want ZORO inside me."
"I said- ah- I said we could TRY," Zoro reminds him, nudging gratefully into the hand encircling his base. "I've never done shit like that before, so for all I know, it- nnn- it might not even WORK." He pushes himself up and shifts his weight to one hand so he can reach back to pat Luffy's sweaty flank with the other. "C'mon, lay down on your back 'n- lemme sit up."
His partner promptly flops over backwards, pulling out of him, which is somewhat of a disappointment, although he supposes that does make it easier to struggle up on his haunches and turn to consider just how the hell they're going to coordinate this.
Panting, not to mention looking extremely pleased with himself, Luffy's laying with his limbs sprawled spread-eagle, cock standing at attention with its entire length glistening from tip to root with lube and cum, and Zoro makes a low, involuntarily noise in the back of his throat at the sight.
He licks his lips, unable to tear his gaze away as he runs trembling fingers through the cleft of his own buttocks, exploring the slick mess surrounding his hole, stroking slowly along its rim and groaning again when he feels how loose being vigorously fucked has left him. "Goddamn it, I just- I wanna jump on your dick 'n ride you 'til I can't fuckin' walk a straight line."
"Shishishi- Zoro ALREADY can't walk a straight line," Luffy chortles, eyes following the movements of his fingers with keen interest. "That's what Sanji says, anyway. Something about you getting lost a lot 'cause you dunno how to walk in a straight line 'cause NOTHING about you's straight."
Zoro grimaces. "PLEASE don't talk about the cook while I'm fingering myself. It's one hell of a mood killer." He continues studying his captain, mentally playing through all possible scenarios where this mutual penetration thing might actually work. "Okay… uh- can you pull your knees up to your chest, but- like- keep your legs spread 'n then kinda rock back so you got your ass in the air? Oh yeah- 'n hold your dick sticking straight up too so I can try'n- uh, just sorta- sit- on it."
The more he says, the less certain he becomes that it makes any sense, but Luffy's far less worried about the logistics and happily folds himself like a pretzel without any complaints. "Like this, right?" Hooking his knees with his elbows and- as Zoro watches in bemusement- crossing his calves behind his head, which raises his ass off the floor planks. "M'kay, now what? What's next?"
"What's next is we get your dick back where it belongs- somehow," the swordsman replies doubtfully, thinking wow, we're both gonna look stupid as fuck as he scoots backwards, craning his neck to get a better idea of where his ass needs to go. But- whatever. It's not like we're putting on a show for somebody 'n getting judged on our performance or something. Besides, it doesn't matter how ridiculous it LOOKS as long as it FEELS good.
Lifting his rear higher, he backs up a bit more and finds Luffy's cock ready and waiting, hot and hard and slick where it's jutting towards him from between the younger pirate's splayed fingers, and Zoro's so stretched out and so damn wet himself that there's very little resistance when he allows his hips to sink down. Luffy's thick shaft glides easily past his rim and into his sphincter, quenching the empty ache that's been pulsing inside him ever since he felt it slide out a few minutes earlier.
With a sigh of relief, he raises his hips slightly and then lets them drop, settling lower, taking his captain deeper and grinning when there's a soft, wavering moan somewhere behind and below him.
Well, he thinks, dubiously considering his new view, this is certainly… interesting. He's half-straddling, half-perched on Luffy's perenium, while his upper half's leaning forward with his fingertips brushing the floor as though he's about to spring off a diving board at a moment's notice. The only part of Luffy that's readily visible from this bizarre position's the curve of his buttocks and a small stretch of his lower back. If he turns his head, he's able to catch a glimpse of dark, unruly hair framed by bare feet. Damn, that looks uncomfortable.
"Uh, you okay back- err- down there?" he calls over his shoulder.
"Yeah yeah, I'm good! So you gonna stick it in or not?"
"Just be patient, jeez!" Surveying the portion of Luffy's ass that's accessible beneath him - an act which requires pushing his own balls to one side, out of the way - Zoro's relieved to find that the small pucker of flesh he's searching for doesn't appear as though it's at TOO extreme an angle for him to plant his dick. Hell, with a little patience and a lot of luck, they might even be able to pull off this stunt without too much extra effort or a whole bunch of additional stretching after all.
"Zoro?"
"Hang on, okay? Gonna prep." Warning given, he dampens his thumb with moisture from his own inner thigh, taking advantage of the excessive amount of lubricant from earlier, and slides it across his lover's hole. Moving in slow circles, lightly tracing and teasing the rim until Luffy begins to squirm and whine at him to hurry up, his opening actually twitching under the delicate touch. "Heh, you really want me here pretty bad, don't you?" Thumb pressing down, continuing to move in circles but rubbing more firmly now. "Mmm, I can feel your dick jump inside me every time your asshole twitches…"
"Zoro, PLEASE."
Hoping he doesn't fall on his face, Zoro raises his free hand to collect more lube - the oil's heavily streaked with the stickier texture of still-damp ejaculate, he's smugly pleased to note - using his opposite thumb, trapping the pucker of Luffy's anus between the pads of both and rubbing it, squeezing it, spreading it wide to make his rim gape, exposing the softer flesh within. "Ever used a mirror to see what you look like in here?" He dips the tip of one thumb inside, stroking it gently around and around and around the inner rim. "Everything inside you's red. And not just red, but that really bright, really gorgeous, shiny red, like rubies are red. Or apples…"
His thumb pushes deeper in a series of short, firm thrusts. He's moving his hips and rear as well, rocking, riding Luffy's dick while playing with his hole, and god, the noises- the pleading whimpers coming from his captain's throat are going straight to his own cock. "Looking at you down here makes me wanna eat you out, tongue-fuck your hole 'til you're begging me to let you cum." God, he's so fucking hard, it hurts.
His second thumb joins the first, both digits pumping, the rest of his fingers curled around Luffy's ass cheeks, squeezing and massaging them as he uses that tight grip to maintain his balance. And then he's rising higher on his toes, one hand abandoning Luffy to seize his throbbing erection and guide it down, pressing his tip to that eager, pulsing, oil- and cum-smeared opening and pushing past the rim he's still holding partially agape with his other thumb.
He's straightened too much, however, in his haste to bury himself inside his partner, and as he's bearing down, thrusting his way home inch by delicious inch, Luffy- keening his name in a strained, breaking voice while clutching awkwardly at his hips- abruptly slips out of him, firing a hot load of fresh cum against his ass before sending another spurt splattering across the crates beside them. Startled, Zoro nearly loses his balance, letting go of his captain's bottom and flinging one arm out to catch himself, teeth gritting as he stubs several fingers in the process.
"Sh-Shit! Sorry, SORRY!" Luffy curses breathlessly as his orgasm's waning, fumbling between them. "I didn't mean to let go, damn it, but-" He makes an aggravated noise upon discovering how difficult it is getting inside again and STAYING inside without accidentally pushing Zoro right back out of him, even when he's got a hand wrapped around his dick to hold it steady and try to follow the swordsman's tentative movements. "Zoro, this is DUMB! How're you supposed to move? It's no fun if you can't do anything but sit there 'n WIGGLE."
"Told you it might- ah- might not work. Don't worry about it, Sencho, okay? It's your turn now, so just lemme-"
"Yeah, but-" A pause and a groan in response to another thrust, this one far more effective now that Zoro's given up and decided he'd better move before his cock decides nothing's happening and goes to sleep. "I really, really wanted to- ah!"
"Like I said, it's- nngh- it's okay. In fact, if you- if you want, we c-can switch positions or something, so you don't- ah- don't get stuck like that, with your- your feet behind your head."
"Nah, I d-don't mind. I-" Luffy breaks off panting for a moment, hands clutching at the swordsman's hips and buttocks. "I got a- a real good view of your- ah- of your ass like this." He squeezes, laughing, and then his thumbs creep inwards, caressing the slippery sensitive tissue at the center. "Z-Zoro's so, sooo wet back here." His breath catches. "I can see my- my c-cum leaking out of him every time he moves…"
Zoro groans as the fingers exploring his rim begin tentatively mimicking the same actions he used while teasing his lover earlier, circling and teasing and delving briefly inside, aided by the copious fluids continuing to escape his hole. He can FEEL it running out of him, warm then cooling on his bare flesh in the open air.
Seeing- HEARING- his reaction, Luffy's confidence increases, evident in his growing enthusiasm, and Zoro's honestly beginning to struggle a little holding back when the fingers rapidly pumping him unexpectedly withdraw and pat him on the ass to get his attention, accompanied by his captain's pleasure-slurred but gleeful voice. "O-Oi- oi, Zoro, I got it!"
Zoro makes an unintelligible noise, momentarily too dazed by the slick, snug tunnel hugging his cock to comprehend what's being said to him. "Ah- hhh- y-you- you what?"
"I figured it out! What to do so we can- mnngh-" Luffy's wriggling under him, grunting, doing something he can only wonder about because he can't see squat. "Ah- ah- THERE!"
In another moment, Zoro feels the smooth, blunt head of his partner's glans nudging at his entrance once again. Puzzled but willing to entertain whatever Luffy's got in mind, he lifts his rear slightly to give him more room to maneuver. "Not that I'm- mmm- n-not that I'm complaining, 'cause y'know I'm- ah- I'm always happy as hell having your dick up my ass, but-" He groans as Luffy continues sliding slowly back and forth inside him, pushing a little deeper every time. "That- that doesn't feel any different than- than before. I mean, it feels good, but I don't know what you-"
Something firm, something wider than Luffy's shaft bumps his rim, retreats, and then bumps him again, harder. His eyes, previously drifting closed, fly wide open as he tries to wrench himself around to see whatever's pressed against his ass, threatening to push INSIDE his ass, but his own cock's still embedded in Luffy while he's impaled ON Luffy, both of which are effectively trapping him in place. "Sencho, what the- what the hell? What the fuck're you-?"
"It's-" Luffy stifles a moan. "It's- uh- it's a knot. Has Zoro ever seen what happens? When a couple of dogs-"
"You tied your DICK in a KNOT?" Unsure if he's horrified or impressed or maybe a bit of both.
"Well, yeah- how else am I supposed to keep it from- ah- from popping outta Zoro's ass whenever he moves? I mean, it- nnn- it keeps a dog's dick inside another dog, d-doesn't it? So it should work for us too!"
"Oh my god."
"It just- ended up being- um- a little- ah- a little bigger than I thought it'd be…"
"D-Doesn't that HURT?" Zoro's accepted that he can't turn around, but he persists in looking worriedly over one shoulder and then the other, wishing he could at least catch a glimpse of Luffy's expression. Sounds of pain can be awfully difficult to distinguish from those of pleasure without the accompanying visual cues, and if the other man's actually injured himself-
"Not- not really? It feels- mnn- weird… but… good weird…" Luffy nudges that THING against him again, and this time it's vaguely recognizable as part of his dick… albeit a bulging, distressingly misshapen portion of it due to the shaft being looped over itself. "Mmm, yep, DEFINITELY good weird." He shifts the knot back and forth, rubbing it teasingly against Zoro's distended opening and wiggling the length of cock that's already inside him. "Oi, Zoro…"
The swordsman moans aloud when his body tightens instinctively under the pressure. He's startled by his own volume and the plaintive, needy note audible in his voice, and the sudden chill that dances across his skin raises the short hairs on the back of his neck and leaves his nipples protruding in hard, aching points.
"… Zoro?"
Zoro doesn't have a clue how to respond. He's thinking Sencho, you're insane and he's thinking there's no way that thing'll fit, absolutely no goddamn way and he's thinking what the hell, I'm not a fucking dog and then he opens his mouth, and he SAYS "you'll need more lube" and he SAYS "no- you'll need ALL the lube" and he SAYS "just use whatever's left in the bottle 'n we can buy more later" and after a brief moment of uncharacteristic, stunned silence, Luffy asks him in a rather surprised, awed tone if he's really sure about this.
"You suggested it 'cause you wanted to try it, didn't you?"
"Well… yeah, but- I figured you'd tell me no."
Zoro flushes, fighting the urge to bury his face in both hands. "Look, y-you already tied your dick in the damn knot, so- so, we might as well just-" He sighs, not wanting to consider how much he's probably going to regret agreeing to this, but- "What the hell, go for it."
Realizing he is indeed serious, his captain utters a joyous whoop of excitement and NOW all he's thinking is oh please god let the lube be within easy reach and let there be enough of that shit left and oh god, who am I kidding- there's not enough lube in the entire Grand Line; I'm gonna fuckin' die. Death by rubber dick, they can engrave that on my tombstone.
"I'll go really, really slow," Luffy's promising in a voice husky with anticipation and lust, and the lube MUST have been in easy reach and there must've also been a lot more of it left than Zoro thought, because the fingers that've started tracing circles around his opening are positively dripping with the stuff, smearing it generously along the rim and the portion of cock not yet inside him. "-'n Zoro, if it starts to hurt AT ALL-"
"Trust me, you'll be the first to know if-" Zoro gasps as the oil-drenched knot presses up against him again, slipping and twisting between his buttocks. "You'll be the- oh, fuck, that feels so-" He's moving before he can think about what he's doing, hips rocking, rubbing himself more firmly against it and at the same time thrusting into Luffy's upturned bottom. Whatever firmness his own erection had lost while they were talking during the last few minutes has returned with a vengeance; his brain might doubt the sanity of what he's about to let his lover attempt, but terrible idea or not, his body's eager for it.
"Just- mmm- just yell if hurts 'n I'll stop, o-okay?"
"Y-Yeah, okay, I'll- ah- ah- AH!" Two fingers are prodding him, pushing their way into his ass alongside the shaft already transfixing him, working lube under his rim and stretching it wider. "NO, D-DON'T STOP- KEEP GOING."
"That- that wasn't a- a hurting sorta yell?" Luffy asks, clearly hesitant to resume.
"No-" Zoro's laughing breathlessly, throat tight, heart racing. "No, oh god, that was a holy shit, that- that feels really good kind of yell." He swallows, closing his eyes and groaning as Luffy's dick pulls out a few inches, gives several shallow thrusts, then slides back in, bringing with it a third finger. "You- you manage to g-get that thing inside me, though, you better- you better be able to- ah- get it- back out."
"If not, it's a- ha hhh- it's a good thing that c-cool reindeer turned out to- to be a doctor, neh?"
"Luffy, I swear-" He inhales sharply as the knot's pushed firmly against his hole, the fingers hooked under his rim tugging carefully but insistently. "If I-" Pressure- not pain, but intense pressure. His flesh stubbornly resisting but also displaying the first signs of surrender, dilating wider, stretching open to make way for the wet tangle of cock poised to enter him. "If I g-gotta- gotta drag you with me to- ah- ah- oh fuck, oh fuck-" Luffy's massaging him, kneading and stroking and coaxing, and slowly- slowly, slowly, slowly- his body's responding. "Lu-Luffy- AH- Luffy, please- oh- oh- oh my GOD, I'm-"
He's been forced to postpone his own movements in favor of simply clutching his captain's hindquarters, his breath rasping in his throat and his vision blurring around the edges because the sensation of pressure and expansion's becoming tinged with discomfort and the first twinges of pain. Not so severe that it warrants insisting for Luffy to stop- or even merely take it slower- but still poignant enough that he's breaking a considerable sweat and trembling all over.
"Al-Almost, Zoro- you're-" Slick fingers probing steadily, sliding along his inner rim while rotating the knot slowly from one side to the other and back again, working it farther and farther inside, and Luffy sounds nearly as shaken as he's feeling. "You're so- so, so c-close." A deep, wavering inhalation. "Just- just a little m-"
A steady, unrelenting PUSH and pain flares around Zoro's rim and through his sphincter, the room suddenly blazing too bright around him as his eyes widen in disbelief, and he's clenching his teeth to keep from screaming, beads of moisture standing out in the corners of his eyes because the pressure in his opening's become nigh unbearable- but then the whole thing- the pressure, the knot, his protesting muscles- it's all abruptly shifting, his body closing quickly over the large gnarl of flesh it's just enveloped. His head droops forward of its own volition, his mouth falling open, harsh panting breaths emerging from it in gusts.
"Zor-" Luffy makes a choking noise. Tries again. "Zoro, it's- it's all in-inside." One of his hands has risen to grip Zoro's hip, his fingertips digging in hard. "You can- you can move n-now. Without me c-coming out."
"F- F-FUCK," Zoro manages, inelegant, voice breaking. He swallows, reeling. The tension's no longer straining his hole, but it's still there, pressing heavily on his prostate where the knot's come to rest now that it's inside him. "Sencho-"
"L-Look."
The knot moves suddenly, trying to retreat, and the swordsman arches as it grinds forcefully against his prostate, tugging him down as it fights- unsuccessfully- to squeeze back out of him. Pleasure made exceptionally potent by the accompanying sting in his aching rim surges through his pelvis. He's unaware he's keening, his own voice unrecognizable to his ears, and Luffy's crying out with him because his body's fallen into unforeseen, frantic motion, driving his cock deep inside his captain's rear in fast, helpless lunges.
His control's gone, his composure shattered. Every time his hips draw away for another thrust, he tugs on the dick knotted inside him- and it tugs back, reeling him in, squeezing that ultra-sensitive place within his throbbing, overstimulated rectum until he's sure he's going to burst.
Pinned beneath him, length being repeatedly stretched and ass pounded mercilessly, Luffy's writhing. Guttural wails erupting from his throat, his hands clawing for a solid grip on what little of Zoro he can reach and leaving vivid nail marks on his flanks and rhythmically flexing buttocks.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!" Zoro's growling, spitting another expletive with each slam of his hips, his own hands clutching the spread ass cheeks he's shoving himself between with reckless abandon. "Gonna- gonna c-cum!" He tightens his grip, yanking Luffy's rear towards his pelvis every time he gives another thrust. Breaks off long enough to pull back until nothing but his tip's plunging in and out of his lover's hole, savoring the wet sucking noises this makes, heat roiling in his lower belly, his orgasm building- building- building- as the knot tugging inside him rocks heavily against his prostate. "C-C'mon, c'mon, c-" He chokes on his own saliva, feeling the wave of impending release cresting inside him. "F-Fuck- ah- ah- ah- hhh-!"
And then the wave breaks and he thrusts home, pushing urgently, driving his cock deep into Luffy, all the way inside until he can't go any farther, his aching balls crushing themselves against and rubbing back and forth on his captain's spasming hole, and as he's flooding that clenching, pulsing tunnel with the cum that's spurting from his throbbing dick in thick, hot streams, Luffy's thrashing and bucking wildly beneath him, shrieking his name and criss-crossing the thin scarlet lines on his lower torso with fresh scratches.
Zoro's hips don't want to stop moving of their own volition, rocking his and Luffy's bodies where they're joined, each intimately connected to the other, and each movement brings another rush of pleasure spiraling up his torso, until hypersensitivity finally begins to kick in and he's forced to MAKE himself hold still- or at least try.
Luffy's no longer mauling Zoro's spine or wailing loud enough to raise the dead, but he is clutching his hips with shaking hands and continuing to make quite a lot of overwrought noises, particularly whenever any sudden shifting tugs at the still-buried knot.
I'm not surprised- if MY dick aches this much, the swordsman thinks, his must feel like it's gonna fuckin' fall OFF.
Personally, although he's relieved that his balls no longer feel as though they're liable to explode, Zoro's frustrated that he and his partner weren't able to watch each other's faces at the moment they climaxed together. This is the second time they've accidentally synchronized orgasms, and until meeting Luffy, he didn't think that actually happened- to ANYONE, EVER. He'd certainly never experienced anything like that with either Johnny or Yosaku, not even with all the times the three of them did that daisy-chain thing where somebody was in the middle both catching AND pitching. Someone always hit their peak too soon or too late, but nobody ever managed to time it right so they orgasmed together, not even when they made deliberate efforts to cum simultaneously.
Maybe Sencho's my soul mate, he muses silently- and gives his head a violent, dismissive shake when he catches himself grinning. Settle down, dumbass, just 'cause you're swapping body fluids or dating or whatever doesn't mean shit's THAT serious.
His unexpected movement prompts a soft whimper from the man sprawled under him as it pulls on the length of flesh anchoring them together. A whimper rises behind him as unseen hands scrabble for a better hold on his hips, and then Luffy cries out, trying to arch under his weight and nearly unseating him. "Zor- ZORO!"
"Lu-" he calls back in a throaty moan that leaves him gasping for air because the knot inside him's lurching against his prostate again, but he tries to ignore it, concerned by the frantic undertones in his captain's voice. "Luffy? Are- are you okay?"
"I- I can't c-cum. I mean, I keep cumming but I can't CUM."
Frowning, Zoro opens his mouth to ask what the hell the younger pirate means, but before he can do so, he puts two and two together. "Wait, you're not telling me-" His balance wavers and he realizes his knees are threatening to give out. If he doesn't move- and soon- he's going to fall, and that's something neither of them are likely to enjoy. "The- the knot?"
Luffy makes an affirmative noise. At least- it SEEMS like an affirmative noise; he's panting so hard now, it's hard to tell.
"H-Hold on, alright?" Taking a deep breath, Zoro pushes up on his toes, a strangled curse him as the pressure inside him spikes while he's fumbling to pull his softening, semi-erect cock free. "Shit, Sencho, you gotta- mnn- you gotta try'n- relax- for me…" Groaning, because Luffy's body doesn't want to relinquish its prize, sphincter clamped tight on his shaft despite everything being so slick and slippery.
His lover's moaning rises to a full-fledged cry as he finally eases out, rim twitching and convulsing around him, and he can't help biting his lower lip at the sight of his own cum, trailing after his emerging glans in milky, translucent streamers before rolling away down Luffy's buttocks towards his tailbone and lower back. God, if he wasn't so thoroughly spent and also increasingly worried about how the hell he's going to get the dick out of his own ass, he'd be tempted to play with that used, leaking hole. Slide in some fingers and maybe dip his tongue into it a couple dozen times...
"Zoro- Zoro, p-please, I'm-" Luffy's fingertips are digging harder into his hips. "I'm g-gonna- I need to-"
"You gotta- ah- you gotta pull out- before I can- can help untie you." Zoro swallows, his throat clicking. "Listen, I'm- I'm gonna get back on all fours. You follow me. Now."
He moves before he's got the chance to talk himself out of it, trusting his captain will be right behind him, and it's a DAMN good thing that Luffy doesn't try to argue or ask questions but immediately begins struggling to unfold himself and scramble after him, because moving AWAY from Luffy stretches the living cable connecting their bodies, pulling the knot in Zoro's ass taut, pulling it against his prostate with such crushing force that he nearly blacks out.
Hunkered facedown, trying for the second time not to scream, he's shuddering all over, half-hard cock squirting a thin jet of semen onto his belly and the floor beneath him - something he didn't even know was physically possible - and then Luffy's on top of him, caught in another of those strange dry orgasms and berserk with desperation, rutting shamelessly against his ass, clawing at his back, wails muffled by a mouthful of his shoulder.
"OUT," Zoro roars at him, inner muscles spasming, eyes screwed shut. "NOW! GET IT OU-!" His demand deteriorates into an incoherent snarl, his spine bowing as the pressure inside climbs and the knot's sliding, stretching him painfully wide and forcing his body to discharge another violent spurt of cum- and then Luffy's tumbling away head over heels with a sharp yelp of surprise, limbs flailing.
His breathing ragged, his rear throbbing in that confusing blend of pain and pleasure, Zoro slowly rolls over to find his captain frantically untangling the knotted section of his dick.
"I'm- I'm sorry- I-" Luffy's face is pale, his eyes huge and filled with chagrin. "Zoro, I d-didn't wanna-" He's shaking, radiating distress- but he's also hard and very close to orgasm, clear fluid dripping freely from his tip as he clutches himself with trembling fingers.
"C'mere."
"B-But I still- I need to cum 'n-"
"Sencho." The swordsman holds his arms out. "C'mere."
His lover's hesitant, clearly worried about hurting him- about HAVING hurt him already- but Zoro silences the stammered apologies and nervous inquiries with soft, thorough kisses, pulling Luffy atop him as he settles back with his thighs lolling apart, one hand rubbing soothingly at the base of his spine before sliding down to cup his buttocks and gently guide his pelvis forward.
Even poised to enter him and shivering uncontrollably with his need for release, Luffy stalls, drawing back from his lips to search his face with concerned eyes and a furrowed brow. "Z-Zoro, are you- are you sure? You don't need to-"
"I WANT to," Zoro states firmly. He shifts the hand cradling the shorter man's rear, lightly trailing his fingertips across the wet pucker between them and smiling when Luffy moans and nudges forward with his hips in response to his touch. "You weren't trying to hurt me, Sencho. No more than I was trying to hurt you." He snorts. "We got carried away doing something pretty goddamn stupid 'n I think we're both gonna be pretty fucking sore for a few days, but THANKFULLY I didn't end up needing to drag you by the dick out in front of everybody to find Chopper 'n explain to him how my boyfriend got himself stuck in my ass trying to fuck me like a dog."
Luffy utters shaky, wheezing laughter.
"Now PLEASE, quit dicking around 'n do me the NORMAL way- WITHOUT that blasted knot- before your poor nuts explode."
"Shishishi, o-okay, okay, I-" Words that dissolve into a soft groan as the pad of a finger's pressed to his hole, stroking, probing.
Zoro flicks his tonguetip across his captain's parted lips, tilting his pelvis to raise his rear a bit more. His free hand drops from where its been toying idly with Luffy's dark hair to grip his hip, urging him onwards. "Want you inside me. Now. Please?" And then he's sighing, savoring the sensation of being filled once more as Luffy slides into him with one long, smooth, wet thrust and immediately goes rigid over him, crying out, eyes closing, body slowly rocking in place as he finally finds the release he so desperately needed.
There's discomfort too, of course. It's inevitable, after being used so hard and so thoroughly earlier, but Zoro chooses to dismiss it, concentrating instead on Luffy's voice, his euphoric expression, the way his cock's jumping and pulsing as it discharges spurt after spurt after spurt after spurt.
"Heh- does that feel good, Sencho? Being buried inside me, cumming inside me?" He presses his fingertip past the rim he's been stroking and begins making tight circles just inside it, grinning as Luffy moans his name and gives a short burst of frantic little thrusts before plunging deep inside again. "God, I love it when you're inside me, when you're fucking me, when you c-cum inside me. I love how- how you look when you can't hold back anymore 'n y-you're gonna fire your load. I love the expressions your face makes when you go over the edge."
He's laughing breathlessly, delighted because Luffy's rocking harder again, looking bewildered but pleased by this unexpected litany. "I love- I love the noises you make. I love the way you say my name. I love-" And with that, his breath catches in his throat.
Oh.