Cascade

by thricepiercedpirate

It starts with a single grain of rice, and before Luffy comprehends the depth of the waters into which he's wading, he and his swordsman are both in terrible danger of going under. What they never expected was that drowning could feel so goddamn good… Luffy/Zoro, Johnny/Zoro/Yosaku, Wyper/Zoro, mentions of Nami/Vivi; warnings for language/sex, mentions of homophobia

13. Chapter 13

Author's note: Chapters 13 and 14 were written as a birthday gift for someone very special to me; I hope they were worth the wait!

xxx

"Welcome back, Sencho… spot anything over there that caught your interest?" Zoro asks, the dry sarcasm of his tone belied by the playful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Personally, it's not something I'm into, but I wouldn't blame you for deciding you wanna try playin' both sides."

Rolling his eyes, Luffy plops down on the ledge where his swordsman's resting one arm while he lounges against the retaining wall in the shallows of the bathhouse's enormous heated pool. "Nooo, OF COURSE NOT-" He swivels around on his bare bottom to dangle his feet and calves in the warm water beside the green-haired man, who's submerged to his waist, seated on the narrow bench running along the pool's interior. "-'n Zoro knows it too! I just wondered why the other guys cared so much 'bout lookin' over the wall. The girls' side looks pretty much the same as this one."

"It's obviously 'cause they're a bunch of bloody perverts."

"Says you." Luffy's bright eyes are dancing with amusement. "I saw you starin' at my butt while I was up there." He raises his foot to brace it on Zoro's chest, toes flexing as he kneads the older pirate's left pectoral suggestively. "I know Zoro jumped in here to hide that really big boner he got. I saw it before he went underwater."

"Yeah, well. I glanced over 'n saw my boyfriend up there with his towel around his neck 'n his balls swinging in the breeze. I mean, with your ass stickin' out like that, you looked like you were waiting for somebody to come bend you over the damn wall 'n bang you cross-eyed. OF COURSE I had a boner."

"Shishishi…" Luffy shifts, squirming his splayed toes downwards, trailing them slowly over the curves of well-defined abdominal muscles. The devious grin spread across his face widens when his searching foot encounters the erection in question, semi-turgid flesh remaining persistently elevated below the water's surface. He tilts his head, wiggling his toes. "HAD, huh?"

Zoro makes a stifled hissing sound, fingers curling sharply where they're resting on the ledge as his hips give an involuntary nudge, pushing his cock more firmly against the underside of his captain's foot.

Amusement fading into an expression of intense, speculative interest, Luffy sucks his lower lip between his teeth as he inhales slowly through his nose. He captures his swordsman's glans between two toes and pushes down, squeezing the shaft and causing it to harden and swell as his foot slides slowly down its length.

"F-Fuck," Zoro breathes- and tenses, mouth open, lips parted and quivering slightly, when the toes reach his base and the underside of his partner's foot rubs briefly against his balls before beginning to move in the opposite direction, traveling back towards his straining tip. The hand he's not using to cling to the wall clenches briefly into a fist, then flails open again, clutching for Luffy's thigh and seizing it in a vise-like grip that's probably going to leave small bruises where his fingertips are digging into the damp flesh, halting his lover before he can start pushing down again. "Sencho-"

Biting his lip a bit harder at the sensation and sight of Zoro's hand squeezing his thigh tight enough to make the flesh bulge between his fingers, Luffy allows his legs to loll farther apart, displaying his own stiffening cock. Even without direct stimulation, his body's quickly become aroused, the tempo of his pulse increasing as a familiar, urgent ache fills his loins.

He's not particularly surprised. During the last few days, he and Zoro had been far too busy to spend any real quality time together, save for some sleepy kisses and languid, half-hearted caresses they'd exchanged during that night spent in the wasteland that'd once been Yuba. Their robes had proven too cumbersome for anything more complicated, and besides, they'd been parched and exhausted after an afternoon of traveling under the desert sun. Conservation of their remaining energy had meant seriously limiting regular activity and eschewing sex altogether.

NOW, however-

"Mmm… wanna mess around-?"

"Here?" Zoro asks, sounding a lot more incredulous than the captain anticipated.

"Why not?"

"We're in the palace baths, Luffy, not on the ship," his swordsman reluctantly points out. Clearly torn because he's begun to stroke Luffy's inner thigh despite his audible skepticism, thumb moving in small wobbling circles and migrating gradually inwards until its rough knuckle brushes repeatedly against the base of his stiffening cock. "Vivi's dad-"

"-owes us one for kickin' Crocodile's butt, remember?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Zooorooo, my balls feel like they're gonna EXPLODE if we don't-" Luffy reaches down to touch himself, fingertip sweeping through the thick bead of moisture welling from his tip and smearing it across his glans when he starts rubbing lightly at the sensitive spot under the head. "Ah…"

"You're gonna get us arrested," Zoro scolds quietly, but his gaze is focused on that glistening streak of pre-cum, his face flushing with desire. "Thrown in the damn dungeons or maybe even fuckin' executed..." His pelvis flexes again beneath the water in direct defiance of his words- a clearly deliberate action that thrusts his fully-recovered erection along the sole of Luffy's foot and through his splayed toes.

"Nah, n-nobody can see anything, not from- from all the way over there-" He tugs the hand from his thigh, clasping it firmly to his aching dick and stifling a groan when Zoro's fingers curl automatically around its girth. "-'n even- even if they could, I wouldn't c-care." Biting his lower lip and shuddering as his flesh throbs in that snug grasp. "I want Zoro r-really, really bad, see? I NEED him."

To his surprise, however, his lover continues hesitating, hand motionless on his shaft and eyes reluctantly abandoning its leaking tip as they shift upwards to meet his gaze. Brow creased with- is that concern?

"Sencho, seriously though. Maybe- maybe this isn't such a good idea right now..."

"Oi, why not? You never had a problem with other people being around befo-" Luffy's eyes widen abruptly, dropping from Zoro's face to the raw slash marks on his torso. Wounds he knows were inflicted during the older pirate's encounter with one of Crocodile's subordinates- that paramecia-type user, the one made of steel.

Had the Boner guy done more damage than he'd realized, or had Zoro's wounds simply grown worse during that final battle, when the crew had been trying to help Vivi locate and disarm the bomb in the square? Luffy's not sure. He'd missed an awful lot of that stuff because he'd been too busy fighting Crocodile himself, but he'd heard about all of it later. It's no wonder Zoro's acting so weird then, when his chest looks like his opponent tried to carve him like a roast. "Ah! No, it's okay, I can wait if Zoro hurts too much to-"

Zoro reddens, his expression of trepidation abruptly dissolving into embarrassment and annoyance. "M-ME? No, I'm fine! I'm worried about YOU, dumbass!" He pulls his hand free and raises it to the captain's midsection, fingers stopping just shy of brushing the inflamed, bruised-looking area an inch or two below his sternum. "Luffy, that bastard IMPALED you. You-" His voice softens, dropping in pitch to a hushed murmur. "You could've died…"

"But I didn't," Luffy protests. "I'm right here 'n I'm totally f-" He breaks off, flinching involuntarily as Zoro probes his upper abdomen and quirks an eyebrow at his immediate squawk of pain. "Ow!" Batting away the fingers examining him. "Okay! Okay, okay, so I'm sorta sore. But really, I'm-" Falling abruptly silent, words of reassurance caught in his throat because his swordsman's leaning closer to press gentle lips to his injured flesh.

Hand braced on his hip to steady him, Zoro kisses his torso a second and then a third time, mouth lingering and breath warm against his bare skin, stirring goosebumps that rise and fall across his torso and arms and thighs in a tingling wave. "Chopper warned me, I gotta be careful with you."

Flustered by the unexpected tenderness, Luffy swallows around the tightness constricting his windpipe. "You don't- you don't gotta be THAT careful." He slips trembling fingers into Zoro's hair, combing briefly through the short spikes before shifting under the older pirate's chin to tilt his head up so they're once again gazing into one another's eyes. "Zoro, I'm OKAY. I'm alive 'n I'm okay 'n I'm-" He makes a low, frustrated sound. "I'm really, really horny, okay? I want you. I want you kissing me 'n touching me all over 'n making me feel good 'n I wanna do all that same stuff for you too. I WANNA HAVE SEX."

Wincing at the rising volume of his voice, Zoro makes an impatient shushing gesture with his free hand. "Not so loud!" He stares up at Luffy's face, considering, and sighs. "… Chopper's gonna murder me."

"No he won't, 'cause I'm the captain. I'll just tell him you were following orders." He continues stroking his partner's scalp, pleased by the half-lidded expression with which he's rewarded, as though Zoro might melt against him at any moment or maybe even start rumbling like he's some sort of well-sated, lazy feline. "Mmm… what if I said Zoro can do the thing with my dick? Y'know, that thing he got so excited about trying that he started jerking off while we talked about it?"

As he expected, the hand resting on his hip spasms, clutching him more tightly, and Zoro's eyes lose their dazed look, flashing fully open to regard him with undisguised lust. "Shit, Sencho, that's- that's fighting dirty..."

"C'mon, Zoro, PLEASE," Luffy cajoles, knowing he sounds plaintive and overeager, probably even desperate, but not particularly caring. The throbbing in his groin's become unbearable given the close proximity of Zoro's body. He wants Zoro's hands and mouth on him, banishing that ache as they propel him towards climax. "Jerk me off- wait, no, do me with your mouth 'til I cum 'n then we can do the other thing. Or anything else you want. ANYTHING, long as you TOUCH me."

Considering the hunger burning in his gaze and the way his pupils dilate slightly as he registers those words, Zoro's interest in this offer's nearly overridden any lingering concerns or doubts he might have, and when his swordsman finally concedes defeat with "… just… promise you'll tell me if something hurts or- or you gotta stop for whatever reason," his voice is low and rough with eager impatience.

"I will, I will," Luffy agrees hurriedly, fingers sliding to the base of his lover's skull and urging his head down. "Just- ah… ah, Zoro's mouth feels so, sooo good…"

Seated on the ledge with his back to their hosts and the other male Straw Hats, the captain's able to block from view what's happening only a few yards away from where the larger group's busy talking, hiding how Zoro's risen to a kneeling position between his legs, lips and tongue addressing his balls and rigid length, fingers digging into the undersides of his thighs while holding them spread wide.

He's forced to clamp his lower lip firmly between his teeth to hold back the moans of giddy pleasure threatening to burst from his throat; now that Zoro's committed, he's happily working his partner over without hesitation and without mercy, sucking and licking and nibbling, applying devastatingly effective hints of his teeth whenever it's least expected.

The splashing from the nearby fountain's loud enough to muffle the panted breaths and little helpless whimpers escaping Luffy despite his best efforts to contain them, making it less likely they'll be discovered and interrupted. He supposes he ought to be glad of this, but the falling water's also drowning out some noises he wants very badly to hear: namely the wet slurping sounds produced when Zoro eventually stops playing around and goes down on him in earnest, deep-throating his twitching dick with such enthusiasm that saliva's escaping one corner of his mouth to dribble down his chin and drip into the water below.

Luffy's fingers are tangled in his hair, tugging sharply on the short locks even as he struggles to avoid shoving Zoro's head down and burying himself in his swordsman's convulsing esophagus. His thighs are shaking in Zoro's grasp, his abdominal muscles jumping. He wants to buck and thrust against the mouth encircling him, the lips and tongue gliding up and down his shaft, but someone's bound to notice if he starts pumping his hips and-

So close- I'm- oh, I'm so close- 'n if somebody realizes what's going on 'n they say something- if SANJI says ANYTHING- something dumb that makes Zoro STOP 'cause he decides he's gonna go fight him-

If Zoro stops bobbing his head and sucking and licking and doing all that other amazing stuff with his mouth to run off and exchange blows with Sanji before Luffy's able to reach climax and shed the tension built within his body, he's pretty sure he'll die on the spot. His skin feels too hot, too tight, his balls heavy and full to bursting beneath the aching length of his erection.

A choked whine of desperation wriggles out from between his clenched jaws, his hands knotting into fists in their scant hold on Zoro's hair, and he feels the grip on his trembling thighs tighten in response. The lips pursed around him sink abruptly towards his pubis, a deep growl reverberating within Zoro's throat as it engulfs him, slick walls squeezing and rippling against his overheated flesh.

Feeling his sphincter beginning to contract and his balls drawing up tight, he tugs frantically on his lover's hair in a last ditch attempt to signal his impending orgasm, but Zoro ignores the gesture, nose nuzzling into his lower abdomen and tongue slathering messily at the underside of his shaft near his groin. And then it's too late to worry about whether or not he's given an adequate warning because the wave of pleasure surging inside him crests and breaks and crashes down, his cock jerking as it spurts forcefully within the confines of Zoro's throat.

Luffy's eyelids flutter shut. His head drops back involuntarily, his teeth gritting hard enough they nearly draw blood from his trapped lower lip given the effort necessary to contain the sharp cry of completion rising in his chest.

Fingers kneading, firmly massaging his thighs, mouth working eagerly and spasming esophagus coaxing pulse after pulse of pent-up cum from his shuddering body, Zoro's making appreciative, encouraging humming noises that Luffy can't quite hear over the waterfall but that he can definitely FEEL, vibrating through him.

With his eyes closed and his mind clouded by pleasure, the captain's caught completely off guard when the hands clasping his thighs tighten their grip to pull him forward. He stifles a yip of surprise, his own hands flying free from his partner's hair to grab for the edge of the ledge as his buttocks slide towards it.

Zoro doesn't yank him into the water, however, but pulls back, coming off him in one agonizingly slow, sliding, sucking motion before ducking low beneath his still-erect dick. That dexterous tongue tip flickers briefly against his perineum before trailing downwards, its owner's inquisitive gaze rising to meet his eyes and gauge his reaction.

Stomach lurching with excitement, Luffy tries to relax his white-knuckled grip on the pool's retaining wall, inching his rear forward until he's precariously balanced with only the support provided by Zoro's hold on him preventing him from slipping completely off the stones. It's a disconcerting position; he trusts Zoro not to drop him, but he can't help hanging onto the ledge anyway, his body convinced it's about to fall despite his head knowing otherwise.

Zoro gives him an utterly feral smirk before sinking even lower in the water to nuzzle amorously against his exposed bottom, breath short and hot on the sensitive flesh between his ass cheeks. His tongue darts out again, ghosting across the puckered ring there, the tip circling it ever so lightly that Luffy can't help but strain forward in hopes of increased pressure, one hand returning to the back of his swordsman's head to pull him closer.

He inhales sharply as Zoro's mouth presses more firmly between his buttocks, tongue no longer teasing but lapping heavily at his hole. Then the grip on his thighs tightens, and the wet muscle's breaching him, twisting and writhing as it slithers inside, forcing a low groan from his parted lips. "Z-Zor- ahhh…" Thighs quivering uncontrollably, threatening to squeeze shut, he allows his eyelids to flutter closed, fingers stroking absentmindedly through the green spikes beneath them.

Zoro utters muffled, barely audible laughter, head inclining slightly so he can wriggle his tongue deeper, swirling it in enthusiastic circles. After a moment or two, it slowly withdraws, only to plunge immediately back inside, spearing Luffy's core, again and again and again, and he can't keep his legs spread any longer. His thighs clamp shut over his lover's ears, his pelvis beginning to rock involuntarily, bouncing his bottom and lower back repeatedly against the ledge's hard surface as Zoro tongue-fucks him with ruthless vigor.

It's not the most comfortable position but he can no longer contain the little "ah-ah-ah" sounds bubbling up his throat, and he's way too wound up to care that he's likely giving himself bruises let alone increasing the odds of drawing attention to himself and his thoroughly engrossed partner, and it's only when his increasingly enthusiastic squirming nearly topples him off the ledge that either of them realize the nearby conversation's halted.

Knees still hooked clumsily over Zoro's shoulders while the older pirate kneels frozen between his legs, Luffy tilts his head back to peer upside-down at the other men now staring in their direction with varying degrees of confusion, dismay, and- well, he's not quite sure how to interpret the expression of mingled embarrassment, curiosity and longing on Usopp's face. "Ah, h-hey guys," he addresses them sheepily. "Were- were we getting too loud?"

His words come out husky and breathless from holding back his voice, causing the pinched distress on Sanji's face to change into outright horror. Apparently while the cook SUSPECTED they might be engaged in some risquè activity, he wasn't expecting such outright casual confirmation of it.

The captain of the royal guard appears equally scandalized, while the king looks more amused than offended by his guests' shameless behavior. Chopper, on the other hand… Chopper looks PISSED.

"ZORO," the diminutive doctor growls as he transforms explosively into Heavy Point, sending his abruptly inadequate towel fluttering to the tile floor.

"Look, I tried talking him out of it, but-" Zoro pauses to free his head from the tangle of Luffy's legs, swiping distractedly at his saliva-dampened mouth and chin with the back of one hand while the other continues clasping the rubber man's thigh to prevent him from sliding off the ledge. "-he didn't wanna listen, okay?"

"He's still recovering! So are you!"

"Yeah, well, try tellin' that to our dicks," Zoro grumbles back, clambering to his feet. Nude body slick and shining with dripping water, he ignores the strangled "good GOD, Marimo, REALLY?" as he gestures unapologetically to his erect cock- the sight of which makes Luffy lick his lips, his own stubbornly persisting hard-on giving an unsubtle twitch of interest. "Chill out, alright, Chopper? I promise I won't break him." His eyes return to Luffy's face and he gives a soft snort of amusement at the unrepentant hunger he finds there. "OR let him break himself. OR me."

"Not like you COULD break me," Luffy retorts, perversely inclined to challenge him to attempt quite the opposite, and he yelps loud laughter when he's unceremoniously scooped up in Zoro's muscular arms so his lover can glower at him face-to-face with their noses almost touching. "-unless you wanna try, shishi!"

"Don't tempt me, Sench-" Breaking off with a curse because Luffy's wiggling enthusiastically in his grasp, brushing repeatedly against his groin. "O-Oi. You better quit that- unless you'd rather settle for your own hand. 'Cause I can always put your ass down 'n go see if I can have some more fun without-"

"NO." Struggles ceasing immediately, Luffy throws both arms around Zoro's neck. "No, I want YOU." He's aware Zoro's probably only teasing him - it's not likely HE'D be happy resorting to masturbation EITHER, especially when it means missing out on the new thing Luffy's promised to let him try - but he's not willing to take the risk.

"Well, you heard what the captain said," his swordsman announces to their audience with a shrug. Moving cautiously to avoid slipping on the wet tiles, he steps out of the pool with Luffy cradled in both arms. "So we'll be in the room if anybody needs us. 'Though you might-" The faintest flush finally, FINALLY rising across his cheeks, evidently brought on by the thought of what's going to happen once they're free to resume. "You might wanna, uh, take your time heading back."

"I don't even- ugh." Sanji rubs his face into his hands before raising both in an abject plea. "You know what- fine. Whatever. Just- NOT on MY bed. Not anywhere NEAR my bed."

"Zoro- Luffy-" For a moment, Chopper looks as though he's about to launch into full lecture mode and begin a lengthy diatribe about the possibility of their injuries being aggravated by unnecessary physical activity, but then his shoulders slump in resignation. "You're- you're going to have sexual intercourse no matter what I say, aren't you."

"Yep!" Luffy confirms cheerfully as he's carried past. His eyes are on Usopp, however, who looks as though he's about to suffer an aneurysm at any moment, his face red as he stares down at the towel he's fraying the edge of while tightly clutching it in his lap. Luffy wonders if the sniper might be hiding a boner of his own with that towel, and he's surprised at the smug thought of "well too bad, 'cause I'm not sharing" that instantaneously follows this notion while his arms tighten reflexively- possessively- around Zoro.

"-and please, PLEASE make sure you're following all the proper safety precautions," Chopper's saying as he trails behind them for several steps. "If you need lubricant and condoms, I-"

"Are- are you going out there like THAT?" Usopp squeaks suddenly, having finally glanced up- to stare at Zoro's retreating bottom, Luffy's certain- and realized they're not stopping to snag fresh towels. Which wouldn't necessarily be a problem, except there's not a stitch of clothing in sight since their rumpled, filthy outfits were whisked away by the palace staff for cleaning and mending when they first entered the bathhouse and the fresh clothing they were promised has yet to be provided. "But you're- you're-"

"Naked?" Zoro finishes, pausing to turn and address him. "Yeah, 'n I'm not wasting time waiting for somebody to bring me shit so I can get dressed when everything's just gonna come right back off anyway."

Usopp's gaze automatically drops to the swordsman's bare crotch and then quickly, reluctantly skitters away, his florid hue intensifying, and Luffy's forced to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from grinning.

"Condoms," their doctor repeats sternly as he approaches, undeterred by their states of undress.

"Chopper, he's RUBBER." Zoro's tone is full of impatience and exasperation. "You know what happens when you rub two balloons together, don't you?"

"Are you saying I'd SQUEAK?"

"Honestly I have no idea- but having you roll on a condom only for us to find out your dick imitates somebody squeezing the hell out of a mouse every time you move- god, that's the LAST thing I want right now."

Usopp barks anxious laughter. Sanji utters a faint "oh my god" and closes his eyes with a hand clasped to his face, fingers twitching as though he's longing for a cigarette. Nefertari Cobra, however, is chuckling and not bothering to hide his amusement despite the obvious chagrin of the man seated beside him.

"Go," the king tells the Straw Hat captain and his swordsman, gesturing towards the door. "I'm sure we can manage to occupy your friends for an hour or so. Igaram will ensure that the servants know to leave you undisturbed as well."

Casting a quick glance down at Luffy and seeing the delight and eager anticipation in his expression, Zoro clears his throat. "M-Maybe you could make it a little longer, like- ah, how 'bout two? Two hours…"

Igaram sputters at this impudent request but Cobra merely inclines his head in acquiescence, looking even more entertained.

Grinning broadly, Luffy leans his face closer to Zoro's to catch one of his dangling earrings between his teeth and give it a quick, sharp tug. "Zoro! Bed!" Laughing in delight when his lover shivers, skin breaking into gooseflesh despite the warmth of the bathhouse and adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard before replying with a husky "aye aye, Captain."

Usopp's staring again, lower lip caught in his teeth, and Luffy catches the sniper's eye with an excited little wave of farewell as Zoro turns to obey his orders, beaming unabashedly at him from the comfortable cradle of his swordsman's arms. Silently mouthing "see you later" and watching Usopp's face go from blushing to outright BLAZING, he drapes his arms around Zoro's neck and rides from the room in smug triumph.

He's still snickering under his breath when the bathhouse door clicks closed behind them.

"Jeez, we're damn lucky the king didn't flip his shit," Zoro mutters. "Igaram sure looked ready to flip HIS."

"Nah, Vivi's dad's okay," Luffy assures the older pirate, grinning as he snuggles happily against his chest. "He thought it was funny!"

"More like he's happy as hell you're into dicks, 'cause it means chances are good you're not gonna suddenly try'n ask to marry his daughter or fuck her or something as a reward for takin' out Crocodile."

"No way! I like Vivi- I LOVE Vivi- but not like THAT." Luffy makes a face. "I mean, if we got married, people would probably want us to HAVE KIDS 'n stuff." He leans his forehead against Zoro's cheek, nuzzles into his neck, noses his earlobe to send the droplets hanging from its piercings swaying and jingling. "Besides, I CAN'T get married, 'cause I got a boyfriend. I've got ZORO, 'n I wouldn't be able to keep him if I married Vivi."

"… actually… a lot of people get married to make alliances 'n for other political shit 'n… sometimes they keep their old lovers or even take new ones as royal consorts. I guess you can do pretty much anything you want when you're a king…" A pause. "Once you're the Pirate King, you're gonna have people throwing themselves at you, wanting to marry you or fuck you. Or get fucked by you."

There's an oddly cautious note in Zoro's voice, a hint of discomfort the captain doesn't quite understand but also knows he doesn't want to keep hearing. He curls his arms more securely around his swordsman's neck, fingers combing into his hair. "I don't care what other people want. When I'm the Pirate King, Zoro's still gonna be my boyfriend. Right?" Wriggling until he's able to wrap his legs around Zoro's midsection and cross his ankles behind his back, clinging to him with all four limbs now as they continue towards the privacy of their room- or so he assumes, since he's far more focused on his partner than their surroundings. "Or my consort-" He brushes his lips against that pierced earlobe, licks and draws it briefly into his mouth to tug gently with his teeth. "-or whatever Zoro wants me to call him." Running his tongue around the ear's outer shell. "Will you keep being mine? When I'm the Pirate King?"

"Yeah," Zoro breathes, stumbling to a halt. "Yours…" His hands slip down from where they've been resting on Luffy's lower back to cup his buttocks. "… always…"

Pleased, Luffy leans back to cradle his face in both hands and begins to kiss him, softly at first but with growing enthusiasm when the fingers gripping his ass squeeze harder and start to knead. He presses his hips forward, the muscles of his inner thighs straining as he uses their grip around Zoro's middle to rock against him.

Feeling the erection sliding between their torsos, Zoro growls into the rubber man's mouth and spins to pin his back to the nearby wall of the corridor they've been traversing. His fingers trace the curves of Luffy's buttocks, trail slowly up and down the crease between them before one forefinger delves deeper into it to stroke the puckered flesh there, making him arch his spine and break away from the kiss open-mouthed and gasping.

"Z-Zoro!" His heart's thudding faster in his chest, spurred not only by Zoro's touch but also by the knowledge that someone could come along at any moment. Turn the corner to discover them not merely nude but actively messing around in the hallway, see Luffy himself, trapped panting and writhing against this wall as his lover teases him. "Ah! Zoro-"

The digit probing his ass begins to move in a slow swirling motion, gently stretching his rim wider and sending a thin trickle of pre-cum dribbling from the tip of his cock to smear across Zoro's navel with his next thrust.

"Mmm," his swordsman sighs, nipping lightly at his lips and chin. "Luffy, god, you're so fucking hard…" Caressing, pressing, exploring just inside his body in search of that hidden sweet spot. "You like this, Sencho? Getting fingered right out here in the open, where anybody could catch us?"

"More-! I want- ah, Zoro-" He bites back, moaning, then bucks once- twice- as liquid pleasure spasms through his rectum and lower belly. "Th-there, Zor- ah ah ah!"

"You're getting off on it, aren't you." The finger retreats to make a hasty trip to Zoro's mouth, where both it and the digit beside it are moistened with copious saliva. They're wet and warm when they return, rubbing heavily around his hole, massaging the aching ring. "I saw those faces you were making at Usopp too." Dipping inside, twisting, scissoring, rubbing his prostate, and there's no escape with the wall so close behind him, nothing but relentless stimulation. "You let everybody know we were gonna fuck soon as we got to the room, but you made DAMN sure he was paying attention…"

"Ah ah ah-!"

"Did you want him to follow us, sneak in 'n see what you're gonna let me do to you?"

Luffy's started rocking involuntarily, driving himself onto the fingers embedded within his rear. "Z-Zoro- Zoro, PLEASE. I n-need- ah!" He's panting, nails digging into the broad shoulders he's clutching, throbbing erection continue to leak heavily down his swordsman's taut abdomen. "Need it. N-Need YOU. NOW."

"Shit," Zoro groans, voice gone low and throaty. "I think you'd- you'd let me fuck you right now, right here, 'n I'm- I'm pretty sure I'd do it too, if we had the lube with us." He stumbles back a step or two, pulling the captain away from the wall, reluctantly pulling his fingers loose. "C'mon, Sencho. You were right. Bed."

Head spinning with the strength of his desire, body demanding the return of the fingers that abandoned it and begging for release, Luffy cries out in surprise as he's hefted onto Zoro's shoulder, draped belly-down over it with his ass hiked high in the air. One arm encircles the backs of his thighs to hold him steady as his partner begins walking- and the free hand of the other rises to part his buttocks and sink the same re-moistened fingers back inside his slick, exposed hole.

When Zoro thrusts those two questing fingers deeper, his callous-roughened palm pushes firmly against Luffy's rump, the resulting pressure grinding his dick against the older pirate's collarbone, and he scrabbles wildly, panting, his splayed fingers hooking into claws that scratch parallel red lines across Zoro's bare back and force a guttural groan of muddled pain and pleasure from his throat.

There's obvious concern and apprehension in his voice, however, when he follows this spontaneous noise with Luffy's name, his steps slowing as he turns his head to address his trembling lover's flank. "O-Oi, listen, if this isn't okay, I can- I WILL stop 'n put you down, right now, if you're not-"

"N-NO," Luffy gasps, hips flexing helplessly, struggling to undulate his body in a way that might encourage the fingers penetrating him to resume pumping. "No-no-no, Zoro-" He squirms, moaning when every movement rubs his rigid cock against firm flesh slippery with his own pre-cum. "Zoro, don't- don't stop. Don't stop for ANYTHING."

"… 'n if we really do run into somebody between here 'n the room?"

"I don't care! D-Don't stop, not for any- not for anything 'n n-not for anyBODY either." He's almost painfully engorged, excited by the risk they're taking, by the prospect of being caught in such a position. He's the captain of his ship, the man who's declared he'll conquer the Grand Line and take possession of the greatest title and treasure of all time- and he's allowing his first mate to haul him along thrown over one shoulder like a sack of grain, his ass bare, its exposed rim shiny with spit and stretched wide to accommodate intruding fingers. Not to mention anything else Zoro might decide to push in there…

He utters another soft groan and shivers, momentarily overcome by shameful excitement at what he's agreed to- what he's allowing done to his body.

It's as though Zoro's reading his thoughts; the swordsman's fingers resume their previous activities with considerable enthusiasm, their owner crooning encouragement while he works diligently to insert a third digit as he resumes walking again. "Mmm, being in the bathhouse must've really relaxed you, Sencho. You're so greedy, sucking on my fingers like this…" He presses the heel of his hand to Luffy's perineum, rubbing firmly and laughing when his actions produce increasingly louder and more reckless vocalizations. "You gonna ask me to do shit like this when you're the Pirate King too? Suck your dick 'n eat you out under the table during meetings, tell everybody it's time for a break when I see you're getting bored listening to them 'n carry you out over my shoulder, fingering this-" His fingers give a rough thrust, making Luffy cry out. "-tight, greedy ass right up on deck where anybody can see 'til you beg me to take you to the captain's quarters 'n fuck you senseless?"

"Z-Zoro-"

"Or maybe you'd like trying it the other way sometimes too."

"Ah ah!" He can feel his lover's pace quickening beneath him, understands he's not the only one whose remaining patience is a frayed thread threatening to snap under the tension of desire. "Ah! Zor-!"

"When you're the Pirate King, I want you to pull me down on your lap during meetings," Zoro tells him, voice raw with need and breath hot against his hip. "Touch me all over while you're talking to everybody. Play with my tits through my shirt 'til my nipples're standing up nice 'n hard, slide a hand down my pants, squeeze my ass-" His fingers abruptly withdrawal, freeing his hand to fondle Luffy's buttocks. "-'n my dick-" Fingers trailing down the captain's perineum and over his balls to seize his dick, ease its length from beneath his abdomen so it's hanging downwards, allowing a circling thumb to smear the large beads of moisture oozing from the tip around and around the blunt dome of the glans.

Is he- is he gonna-? The breath catches in Luffy's throat, his eyes going wide. Right here in the hallway?

"-touch me all over 'til I'm so worked up, I can't fuckin' think-"

He moans as his shaft's grasped near the base and pulled, stretched away from his groin. Here. He's- he's doing it HERE. He's actually gonna- do it- do it HERE.

"I want you to sweep everything off the desk with your arm," Zoro growls. His fingers are trembling where they're curled around the erection he's slowly, steadily elongating, his wrist twisting to bring the protracted flesh closer again. "The maps, the paperwork, everything, 'n then I want you to shove me down on my belly so I'm bent over the desk with my trousers 'round my ankles-"

The captain's unaware he's whimpering softly and continuously, his fingers clutching for purchase that doesn't exist, groping uselessly at Zoro's lower back and upper curves of his buttocks. He knows what's about to happen, knows he could stop it with a single word- just one word- if he's really that worried about anyone seeing, knows that Zoro would wait until they've reach the room, but- he doesn't want Zoro to stop and he doesn't want to wait either.

"I wanna know everybody's watching," his swordsman continues. "-when you take your dick in your hand 'n pull it out, slide the tip up 'n down my crack, rub it b-back 'n forth over- over my hole..." Voice wavering as he matches actions to narrative.

Luffy cries out, fingertips digging into Zoro's sides and lower back as he feels the broad head of his own cock slip between his buttocks, slicking his dilated rim with a thin layer of pre-cum. Pressing briefly against his hole and then easing back to slide teasingly across it, making him whine, and the pure note of disappointment in the noise he's making surprises them both.

"Fuck, oh, fuck," Zoro groans, nearly colliding with the support pillar they're passing because he's craning his neck, trying to catch a glimpse as he drags that damp, leaking tip over Luffy's quivering flesh. "Just listen to-" He swallows audibly when continuous stroking against the opening prompts a string of broken, whimpering gasps. "Damn, if- if I can't find the right room, we're just- I think we're just gonna need to use the first one we find with a bed."

"Zor-!" The rubber man's plea dissolves into another incoherent noise when he's nudged more firmly against himself, barely conscious of his hands roaming Zoro's back in desperate search of a grip that might aid his impatiently jerking hips. Zoro's not pressing forcefully enough to let him get inside, but if he can find some leverage, raise his rear and rock backwards-

He's close to begging by the time he's tumbled onto a mattress strewn with rumpled bedding, barely recognizing that they have miraculously arrived at the correct room, frantic with need and disoriented from having the blood rush to his head while dangling upside-down, the world spinning as he seizes handfuls of the fitted sheet and struggles onto his stomach to begin thrusting helplessly against the bed. "Zor- Zoro? Zoro, wh-where are-?"

"Oi oi, I'm right here, Luffy." His swordsman's hands settle on his hip and waist, shifting him, working a pillow under his pelvis to raise his bottom and take the weight off his injured midsection. "Had to grab the lube." Zoro moves over him, dropping a few hasty kisses down his spine before grasping his buttocks to spread them wide. "Mmm, pretty sure this is where I left off when we got interrupted."

Feeling the tongue lapping across his hole, Luffy cries out, hips lunging.

As good as it feels, it's not quite enough after already being prepped so thoroughly, and he's about to say so when his lover pauses to reach under him and eases his dick away from the depression he's made ramming himself into the pillow's side, tugging it back between his legs, stretching him, and then the tongue and lips and hungry mouth abruptly return, falling voraciously on his ass and cock alike while the hand gripping his shaft resumes stroking the former with the slippery tip of the latter.

The captain tosses his head back, mouth agape, keening in surprised pleasure as he arches and writhes under the onslaught of licking and sucking and wet pressure. The delicate nerves densely packed throughout his rim and crowded in the hollow beneath his glans are singing, lighting up the dark behind his closed eyelids in a fireworks' display of sensation.

Merciless teasing without penetration eventually reduces him to a shuddering mess, whimpering "please, Zor-Zoro, please, PLEASE" over and over, propped on his elbows with his fists yanking the sheets and his entire body trembling uncontrollably, perineum and inner thighs slick with saliva and traces of pre-cum.

"You- you should- see yourself, Sencho," Zoro pants when he draws back to catch his breath. "Begging for- for your own dick." He fumbles in the sheets for a moment or two using his free hand, and then presses two fingertips dripping with lubricant into Luffy's upturned bottom. "I want you to feel it inside you, feel how- how good you feel- when you're inside me. All hard 'n thick, sliding in 'n out…"

Hips rocking unsteadily to push the fingers deeper, Luffy moans in reply. The pair of digits scissor inside him, twisting, pumping, coating his inner walls and trailing lightly over his prostate as they withdraw, making him jolt and protest their loss aloud.

"Almost there, Sencho, I promise." Lube-smeared fingers on his erection now, circling the glans and skimming down the shaft, cool on his overheated, aching flesh. Voice strangled, eager. "God, your dick feels like steel- you must wanna get it in there so bad, fuck your own ass 'til you can't take it anymore 'n unload inside yourself." The hand squeezing his cock, curled around the portion that's normally its base, pulls a little harder and touches his oiled tip to his equally wet, clenching hole, skating across its aperture, circling, prodding, teasing. "C'mon, Sencho, tell me- tell me how bad you want it 'n maybe I'll let you have it."