Author's note: I haven't really needed to list any warnings for this fic so far, but I thought I should probably give readers a heads-up that there's a brief incident of watersports towards the end of this chapter. It will not be a recurring theme.
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A covert sideways glance at his swordsman- strolling along with one hand in his trousers' pocket and the other casually resting on his katana hilts while his battered face wears an expression of placid boredom- reveals nothing out of the ordinary, and the exasperated redhead trailing them down the dock clearly doesn't suspect a thing, but Luffy's not fooled. Having grown sensitive to his lover's moods, he's well aware of the tension hidden beneath that calm exterior- and Zoro's barely-contained fury lies just beneath his skin like the boiling waters of a flash flood surging against a failing dam's weakened retaining wall.
Following a brief exchange with those crew members who'd remained aboard the Going Merry and were therefore reasonably alarmed to see them returning bruised and splattered with their own blood, the two men part ways with Nami on the ship's main deck and push through the door to the caravel's storage room on their way to the head and a quick wash while she stomps off to help Chopper collect his medical bag and other first aid supplies from the men's quarters.
The captain enters the bathroom first, refusing to be intimidated by the invisible yet palpable aura of violence surging at his back, but when Zoro follows him inside and slams the door shut so hard the glass rattles in the porthole window frame, gooseflesh prickles the skin all over his body.
With the door closed, the silent, seething presence beside Luffy makes the close quarters feel almost claustrophobic, but he tries to ignore it. Kicking off his sandals. Shrugging out of his dirty, bloody, beer-soaked vest to scowl doubtfully at the ripped seam gaping along one side of the garment. If he's lucky, maybe he can find somebody willing to sew it for him; otherwise he'll likely stab himself a couple hundred times in the process of accidentally stitching the whole blasted armhole closed.
NOT Nami. She's too angry right now, and even if she wasn't, she'd still charge him some amount he'd never have any hope of paying back in full, let alone with whatever accrued interest she'd demand.
That's alright though, because she's not the only one handy with a needle and thread.
"Oi, Zoro-" he begins as he turns to address his partner- only to find himself caught completely off-guard by the broad, calloused palm planting itself against his sternum and driving him backwards into the bathroom wall, colliding hard enough to make him grunt as the air's expelled from his lungs.
When he opens his mouth to protest, nothing emerges because his swordsman's stepped inside his immediate space to kiss him with savage intensity, crushing him against the tiles. He has just enough time to register that Zoro's bare-chested, body stiff, before fingers dig into the flesh of his right forearm and pin it over his head.
A thigh rigid with taut muscle forces its way between his legs to rub insistently against his groin, sending his adrenaline surging and the blood rushing from his head to the partial erection he's had the entire walk back to the ship, courtesy of the bar fight charging his libido. He groans, feeling his dick hardening further under the pressure, and begins kissing back with enthusiasm, groping forward eagerly with his free hand to unfasten his lover's trousers and reach inside.
Zoro slaps his fumbling fingers away with a snarl- and bites him. Teeth sinking into his lower lip ferociously enough to draw fresh blood that's quickly lost in the drying crimson already smeared below his nose and mouth from being punched repeatedly by that nasty Bell captain earlier.
Startled, both confused and excited by the sudden pain, Luffy jerks back involuntarily, coming dangerously close to slamming the back of his skull against the wall. His hand jerks upwards to Zoro's chest - whether to push the other man away or try to yank him closer, he doesn't know himself - but when his palm settles on the closer of those burning, sweat- and blood-smeared pectorals, Zoro GROWLS at him. Kisses him harder, sucking at his tongue and now throbbing lip.
The hand on his own chest shifts, squeezing him roughly, catching a nipple and part of its surrounding areola between thumb and forefinger and pinching, and he tries to yelp, rising on his toes, the wet spot of pre-cum inside the crotch of his shorts nearly doubling in size when he thrusts his leaking, aching length against the hip and thigh pressed tight to his pelvis.
His cry of mingled pain and pleasure's lost in Zoro's mouth, swallowed whole, as teeth rake his lips and tongue. The frighteningly strong jaw containing them tenses as though preparing to levy a second and far more devastating bite, the fingers gripping his throbbing nipple giving a tugging TWIST and those clamped on his captive forearm tightening in their attempt to force it higher and keep him awkwardly balanced on his toes.
ENOUGH. Irritated and disconcerted yet aroused by Zoro's behavior all at the same time and bewildered by his own contrariety, Luffy braces himself as best he can against the wall at his back and SHOVES, dropping immediately into a fairly relaxed defensive position in case his swordsman comes hurtling back at him.
To his relief- yet somehow also to his disappointment- Zoro releases him and stumbles backwards to a standstill beside the ofuro, katana rattling at his hip while he steadies himself on the tub's edge with one trembling hand. He's panting, his mouth and chin glistening with saliva from so much aggressive kissing.
"What's going on?" Luffy asks him, brow furrowed. He touches his tingling, swelling lip and winces. Ordinarily, he doesn't mind Zoro using his teeth a little while they're kissing- or doing other things- but Zoro's also never drawn blood before, and he can't decide how it makes him feel. It's sort of scary, but in that exciting-scary kind of way. His dick sure seems to think so, in any case; he's distressingly hard, the crotch of his shorts is pitched like a tent and they're chafing the hell out of him.
His disheveled partner offers him a shark's grin that sends a flutter of nervous elation rippling through his belly. "Nothing. What's wrong, Sencho? Looked like you were getting a little pissed off for a second there." And then he's abruptly in motion again, slipping inside the rubber man's lowered guard.
Luffy tenses, unsure what he's planning, and then goes boneless, moaning, as one hand begins heavily palming his balls and the base of his cock through his shorts, followed by a wet mouth closing on the place his neck meets his shoulder. Sucking and lapping, tongue teasing the cord of muscle in his neck and tracing the ridge of his collarbone. "Ahhh… Z-Zoro…"
He's starting to rock his hips, fingers curling into the waistband of his swordsman's trousers to pull him close enough to rub against- when Zoro fucking bites him again, hard enough to leave a stinging semi-circle of tooth marks between his neck and shoulder.
"OW! ZORO! Zoro, that h-" He breaks off as he realizes the teeth digging into him haven't actually let go, that the older pirate hasn't STOPPED biting him, and he's abruptly furious. "OI, QUIT THAT!" Pushing off the wall for the second time, although instead of shoving Zoro away again, he uses the grip on his trousers to spin him and, after the teeth clamped on his shoulder abruptly release their hold, throws a forearm across his chest to barrel him backwards into the door, rattling the entire thing in its frame and knocking the curtain rod askew.
Zoro gives way without struggling and without protest, making only a short, audible whuffing sound as his back strikes the door's surface hard enough to take his breath away. His pupils are dilated, his chin lifted slightly to bare his throat, and when Luffy moves in closer to glare at him, arm staying raised to pin him in place, his lips part wider to let his tongue move slowly between them as he waits to see what the captain intends to do.
Now that their positions are reversed and he's pressed firmly against Zoro's pelvis, Luffy can feel the distinct shape of a substantial erection in his lover's trousers, confirming that he wasn't the only one fired up by the confrontation with the Bell captain and his men. Not to mention the strange guy- guys?- with the pies who'd talked about the age of dreams and insisted the sky island was real.
He cautiously lowers his arm, fingers trailing down Zoro's chest and abdomen and over the waistband of his trousers and down the front of them to the hard bulge beneath the tented fabric, feeling it stir at his touch. Hearing the sharp inhalation that accompanies this, he looks up, frowning. "Why'd Zoro get all rough 'n weird when he just wanted to have sex? I was starting to think he wanted to fight instead!"
The corner of Zoro's mouth twitches upwards, but the smile he's offering is wan and self-deprecating and doesn't quite reach his eyes, which are dark with badly concealed frustration and anger. "Not sure-" His adam's apple jerks as he swallows. "Not sure I deserve it. To feel good, I mean. After what happened."
Luffy blinks, confused.
"YOU ORDERED ME TO STAND DOWN," his swordsman growls, pupils contracting so rapidly that the rubber man almost takes a step back, because although it's been discarded on the bathroom floor along with his shirt, Zoro's exuding that same miasma of brutality and bloodlust as when he dons his bandana during battle. Only his comprehension that it's not actually aimed at him, not really, keeps him anchored in place.
Well- that and his dick jumping eagerly in his shorts, and the fact that he can feel Zoro's doing the same under his palm.
"You ordered me to stand down," Zoro repeats more quietly but no less passionately. "You ordered me to let those assholes beat the shit out of you, 'n I listened- because you're my captain." He's trembling all over, quickened pulse throbbing visibly in his neck.
"… everything turned out okay though, right? 'N it's not like- it's not like I can take it back now. It's over, so can't we just-"
"Fuck me." Swallowing forcefully, throat convulsing. "I want- I want you to fuck me, Sencho. I want you to slam me into the wall. Choke me while you fuck me, pound my ass 'til I'm screaming your name." Uttering a short bark of broken laughter. "Make me promise. I'll never let anybody else touch me, not ever again. Or touch YOU."
The pain and tenderness in his lower lip forgotten, Luffy catches it between his teeth, uncharacteristically speechless because he can not just hear but sense the truth in his agitated lover's voice.
"I want you to do whatever the hell you want with me. To me. Here, now."
He can feel Zoro's cock straining against his palm through the layer of fabric between them. The growing dampness in his own clothing because the steady leak of pre-cum from his own aching erection has increased dramatically with his swordsman's words.
"Anything." And then with desperation and reckless abandon, having apparently mistaken his silence for hesitation. "Damn it, Luffy- please. Whatever you want, okay? I just- I need you to fuck me, so will you PLEASE just-"
"Y-YES," the captain blurts, assent erupting from a throat that's suddenly so dry and tight, he's having difficulty breathing. "Yeah. Okay." Heart hammering in his chest, his stomach doing a backflip of excitement at the way Zoro's pupils have instantly expanded into wide, dark pools in response to him agreeing to honor his plea.
He raises his free hand to stroke the pulse thrumming in Zoro's neck with his thumb, and the other man utters a shaky little moaning sound, hips flexing to push more insistently against his opposite palm.
Can- can I seriously do anything right now? Did he really mean that? Will he really let me do ANYTHING?
Only one way to find out.
He tightens his hold on his lover's throat- and Zoro shudders, chin lifting a bit higher, pelvis squirming, cock grinding into his touch.
Oh. Oh, wow…
Dizzy with the prospect of being left completely in control, Luffy trades his grip on his swordsman's neck for one in his hair, getting just enough of a handhold on the short, spiky green locks to drag his head to one side. Tentatively at first, but with growing confidence and elation when his actions prompt a soft groan and- most importantly- no attempt to stop him.
The gesture bares Zoro's neck and, impulsively mirroring his partner's earlier actions, Luffy gives it a rough bite. His other hand leaves the tent in Zoro's trousers to seize his hip and tug him forward, bringing their groins together and stiff erections rubbing firmly against one another as he fastens his mouth over the deep indents he's made, licking and sucking hard enough to bruise. And although Zoro usually protests such treatment, shaking him off and scolding him before he can leave anything more than the faintest suck marks, this afternoon he's yielding without complaint.
He's leaning against the door with his trembling hands gripping either side of the frame tightly enough to make the wood creak.
Enthralled, breath caught in his throat, Luffy abandons the vivid mark he's raised and promptly begins making another, this one just above his swordsman's collar bone, as he reaches behind him to slide his free hand down the back of his open, sagging trousers and seize one of his buttocks, squeezing hard while dragging his pelvis closer.
When his touch shifts lower and moves inwards, the tip of his middle finger locating that tight pucker of flesh and pressing its center, rubbing in tiny circles, Zoro hisses, hips bucking and one hand leaving the door frame to clutch his arm.
He breaks the suction he's created to give his partner a sharp warning bite before raising his head and shrugging the hand off. "Nuh-uh." He licks his lips, feeling smug satisfaction as he studies the pair of reddish ovals he's left on the older pirate's flushed skin. "Zoro said he'd let me do whatever I wanted. That I'M in charge." Suddenly anxious to discover exactly how far he can go before he's reined in and told enough is enough. "Did I say he could touch me?"
Zoro's eyes flash and for a moment he looks as though he's about to fire back something scathing, but then he takes a deep breath and says "… no," voice low and husky and tinged with indignation.
"Yeah, exactly. No touching 'til I say it's okay," Luffy insists. He's trying not to squirm with excitement. Having his actions and his orders occasionally challenged will make this- this odd sort of game they're playing, or whatever it is, a lot more interesting than having Zoro just quietly accept whatever he does.
And sure enough, although Zoro reluctantly returns to clinging to the door frame with both hands, as soon as the finger stroking his rim stops teasing him and begins pushing inside, he's reaching for the rubber man again. This time trying to grab him by the hips to grind their cocks together.
"Oi!" Pulling his fingertip free, Luffy takes him by the waistband and whirls around, flinging him down onto the closed toilet lid with sufficient force that he sprawls with his legs parted and his back resting against the curved tile wall behind the bowl.
"SIT," the captain commands in a stern voice, freeing his dick from the confines of his shorts with trembling hands. "… stay…"
He'd intended to begin stroking himself under Zoro's avid gaze while deciding what to do next, but he's no sooner smeared the pre-cum dripping from his tip around his glans than his first mate abruptly disobeys, not merely struggling to stand but also reaching for him in direct defiance of ALL his orders.
"OI!" He barks, planting a bare foot square on his swordsman's crotch and using it to shove him back onto the seat. "Oi, I SAID-"
A strangled noise erupts from Zoro's throat. A sound somewhere between a groan and a whine, loud and unrestrained and so desperate, so NEEDY, that Luffy nearly falls on his ass in surprise.
After regaining his balance, he raises the same foot again to settle it tentatively between Zoro's thighs. Pushes down, treading- at first cautiously and then more firmly- on the oblong shape within his trousers.
He's delighted when Zoro responds by promptly making that plaintive, wavering noise again and arching sharply beneath his toes, one outstretched arm knocking several bottles of shampoo and conditioner off the ofuro's side as he gropes helplessly for a secure hold on its rim.
Watching with widened eyes and his swollen lower lip caught carelessly between his teeth, Luffy grinds his heel against the base of his partner's cock, breath catching in his throat when it twitches forcefully under the pressure and Zoro moans again, head rolling back on his shoulders and knuckles going white where they're clutching the porcelain.
From my FOOT, the rubber man contemplates with no small amount of awe. All that just 'cause I'm STEPPIN' on him!
There's a heavy flush darkening the bridge of Zoro's nose, staining his cheeks and visible even on the tips of his ears. He's lifted his head again to stare through half-closed eyes down to where Luffy's toes are energetically kneading his groin, his tongue periodically darting out to moisten parted, panting lips.
The captain's own mouth feels drier than the Arabasta desert but he tries to lick his lips anyway as he reluctantly removes his foot, lowering his leg so he can reach out and tear open his swordsman's fly with shaking hands. Wrestle the obstructing trousers down and send the katana clattering to the floor and one boot flying, although he gives up when the other leg gets tangled around the boot below it and leaves the whole pair of pants hanging from that calf, because Zoro's staring up at him with silent urgency, the muscles along the insides of his shamelessly lolling thighs quivering and jumping uncontrollably.
It's better without the fabric in the way. Much, much better. His heel skids far more easily along that silky, engorged tissue, crushing it against Zoro's flat, muscular abdomen. His toes are now able to curl over the head, squeezing the glans with its growing bead of clear moisture before splaying apart to slide slowly downwards with it trapped between his big toe and the digit beside it, smearing the pre-cum beneath them.
"L-Luffy- ah, f-f-fuck-"
Luffy can't help himself; hearing that tone of raw desperation, he's grinning as he shifts his weight so he can grind the ball of his foot against the underside of the shaft just below the glans. Pulling the skin taut while applying firm pressure to the spot that's particularly sensitive, and seeing the way his partner's heated gaze suddenly loses focus, he knows he could probably finish it like this. Finish HIM like this.
It's tempting to try. See if he can really bring Zoro to orgasm using his foot alone, make him cum all over his own stomach just from being stepped on…
But his own dick's painfully stiff, protruding thick and neglected from the shorts still clinging stubbornly to his hips, and he wants- he wants a lot more than his own hand.
He wants to thrust himself into Zoro's eager body, pin him against the wall or the floor while pounding full-length into his ass with merciless fury. Until he's crying out, gasping and moaning and shouting himself hoarse and and making at least three times the noise he usually makes during sex.
Until he forgets all about the humiliation of the beating they endured, and he's focused on nothing but the mouth and hands on him and the cock thrusting deep inside him. Until he's writhing and begging for release, aware of nothing but his captain taking him hard and fast and rough, and he's no longer dwelling on what happened in that Mock Town bar.
I didn't realize what I was asking him. I was thinkin' 'bout what we promised Nami 'n I was thinkin' 'bout what Shanks said all those years ago- but… I WASN'T thinkin' 'bout what it'd mean to ZORO, Luffy contemplates, staring at his swordsman's flushed face and heaving chest. 'Cause when I told him not to fight back, I was asking him to LOSE. To stand there 'n let somebody beat the crap out of him- out of both of us- after he promised me he'd never lose again. After he swore it on his sword…
He'd expected Zoro to return to the ship horny and frustrated - it's becoming commonplace for them to sneak off together following battles to work off each other's excess adrenaline - but he hadn't anticipated him being so UPSET. If he'd had any idea, he might've-
But no, there's no point in wondering what would've happened if he'd dealt with the other pirates differently. Like he's already told Zoro, it's too late, and even if he sort of wants to, he can't wind back the clock's hands and tell Zoro to go ahead and beat the crap out of their assailants like Nami had started insisting they do once she realized the confrontation couldn't be avoided.
What he CAN do, however, is give his partner what he's asking for… and while punishing him for following orders with such unswerving obedience seems not just ridiculous in Luffy's mind, but downright kinda stupid, he's not going to turn down this opportunity to do whatever he pleases. ESPECIALLY if Zoro's going to let him leave marks.
I wanna see what kind of noises he makes if I bite him while I'm inside him, moving…
Reluctantly tearing his gaze from his lover's pleasure-fogged face, the captain casts it about the tiny room, searching in vain for somewhere better suited for what he intends. There's not really enough open space to lie comfortably on the floor, not without banging elbows and knees against the tub or somebody cracking their skull on the underside of the sink.
Maybe if he shoves Zoro chest-first against the ofuro, bends him over the side with his ass raised and-
No, he thinks. No, I want him looking me in the eyes while I'm doing him, and I wanna watch his face when I finally let him cum...
He eyes the toilet where Zoro's slouching, perched precariously on the closed lid. It'll be awkward, squatting low enough to keep his pelvis even with his swordsman's rear and stay inside him, but the only alternative is dragging him back through the door into the storage room with its spacious floor and convenient pile of canvas tarps- and Luffy can't wait that long. Just thinking about it, he suddenly can't wait AT ALL.
Impatience momentarily overrides his common sense, and he's already holding his dick in one hand to steady it and rub its throbbing tip on the tight pucker of Zoro's hole before he remembers they need lube. Or SOMETHING slippery anyway, and something that's going to STAY slippery, because even if he could work up enough spit to do a halfway decent prep, it's going to dry up long before he's finished. He wants Zoro WET, slick and welcoming.
But what can he-
THERE. He lunges for the nearest bottle still sitting beside the ofuro, sending the last of the toiletry items Zoro hadn't already knocked to the floor tumbling aside in his haste to wrap his fingers around it. Spinning the cap clear across the room to ping off the mirror over the sink in his frantic attempt to unscrew it. Spilling nearly a quarter of its contents onto the toilet's lid and base and the floor when he tries to pour a thin stream over his panting swordsman's perineum and parted buttocks.
He tosses the uncapped bottle carelessly aside, ignoring the thump as it lands in the bottom of the empty tub and rolls across the porcelain, too busy emitting choked laughter because Zoro's cursing, shuddering at the chill of the barely room temperature liquid dripping down his rear to form a slippery puddle on the seat beneath him.
While he didn't get a close look at the label, it's a good bet the shampoo or body wash or whatever the hell he grabbed belongs to one of the girls- probably Nami, because the almost sickeningly sweet scents of orange blossom and water lily are rising around them. Luffy doesn't care, not about the flowery odor and not about the horrendous mess he's made, because Zoro's continuing to curse, demanding that he hurry while gripping himself beneath the knees to hold his legs spread wide.
Grabbing his first mate by the underside of one thigh to steady him, the captain plunges first one, then two digits into his hot, clenching flesh. Stroking and scissoring, working as fast as he dares, his ardor spurred by the stifled sounds of pleasure escaping Zoro's throat every time he brushes the sensitive bundle of nerves only an inch or two inside.
He's scarcely breathing as he hurriedly withdraws his fingers from that wet, sucking heat and hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts to shove them unceremoniously down his thighs- wrestling them out of the way- as Zoro slouches farther backwards in his seat, lifting both legs higher and curling his lower body up to meet him.
There's more than enough lubricant, possibly a little too much, because his glans slips uselessly across his lover's slick skin until he pauses long enough to steady his shaft with trembling fingers and start pushing inside, and then Zoro's grunting, teeth gritting and abdominal muscles tightening. Doing- something- that's tensing his body, clenching his hole shut against the intrusion.
"Z-Zoro, what-" he manages to choke out. "What're you-?"
His swordsman laughs, low and strained and breathless, the foot still wearing a boot kicking at his rump to spur him on. "What's- what's- wrong, Sencho. Thought you were- gonna- fuck me."
"I'm TRYING," Luffy growls. He nudges again, harder. "Damn it, Zoro, lemme IN!"
Instead, Zoro continues clamping down, fighting him, until he's reduced to gripping the green-haired pirate by both thighs, fingers digging into the flesh, as he leans over him panting. Hips jabbing with increasing desperation, droplets of sweat beginning to bead on his face from the intensity of his exertions.
Until all at once, the resistance disappears, and he's falling forward, pelvis colliding with Zoro's bottom as his cock drives deep inside, plunging past rim and sphincter alike in one harsh thrust, and Zoro's convulsing beneath him, and they're both crying out.
Luffy doesn't give either his partner or himself time to adjust. He can't; the urge to move's too strong. And the friction's gone after a thrust or two, eased by the copious moisture, so it doesn't take him long to find a fast, brutal rhythm that bounces his swordsman's body vigorously enough to send small ripples through the muscle of his biceps and heaving chest. He's gasping Zoro's name as he moves, a frantic "Zor-Zo-ro- Zo-ro- ah-ah-ah- Z-Zor-!" tumbling from his lips.
Each penetrating lunge drives a sharp exhalation from his lover's lungs as the hips slamming against his rear buck into him with such violence that he's lifted momentarily off the seat, but when Luffy considers exercising a bit more restraint, his last remaining shreds of coherency warning him to ease off in the event he's being TOO rough-
"H-Hard- harder! Lu-ffy, HARDER!"
There's a great deal of strain in Zoro's urgent voice, but not much discomfort and absolutely no hesitation, so- eyes narrowing and nostrils flaring- he complies with a vengeance, filling the small room with the sounds of furiously slapping flesh.
Wrapping his right hand around the ofuro's rim and hanging on for dear life, Zoro jerks and gasps beneath him, flails hopelessly at the wall's slick surface with his free left hard, searching desperately for somewhere to cling. Failing to locate a handhold there, he gropes wildly for Luffy's sweat-slicked shoulder, forehead colliding with his collarbone as he inadvertently drags his upper body down. "AH-AH-AH-AH-AH!"
"OI!" the captain protests as he's pulled off balance, fingers sinking deeper into the widely-spread thighs he's clutching as he tries to keep his balance. "D-DON'T-!"
One foot, planted solidly in the center of the liquid pooled around the toilet's base, suddenly flies out from beneath him and abruptly he's falling, wrenching Zoro's hand free and pulling his swordsman down on top of him.
Somehow, against all odds and despite the resulting tangle of limbs and their painful collision with both the floor and the ofuro's base, they stay joined, and when Luffy recovers from having the wind knocked briefly from his lungs after landing on his back with Zoro straddling him, he finds himself being cursed vehemently by a partner who's not struggling to gain his feet or insisting he pull out but rather slamming down against his pelvis, riding his cock with indomitable ferocity. Not snapping at him for falling but angrily demanding a explanation for why he's STOPPED MOVING.
Wow. Oh my god, wow, Zoro's really- mmmn- He bites the inside of his cheek when the hips poised over him rise and then rock downwards yet again, forcing him back into that wet, constrictive tunnel. Too overwhelmed for his brain to formulate coherent thought. Z-Zoro's really- r-eally-
"-told- you- I- want- you- to- ah-ah! -to- FUCK- ME!"
"Zo-ro-" His hands have once again found the other man's body, one lifting to grasp his side and guide his movements while the other wraps in a loose fist around his shaft so he's plunging through a tunnel of squeezing fingers each time his hips flex to raise him off the flesh on which he's impaling himself. "Ah-ah- Zo-ro!"
"Come on- you bastard," Zoro growls, ramming down harder. "COME- COME ON. Don't just- lay there- damn it! Get up 'n- FUCK ME!" Unabashedly goading him to action.
I've never- never seen him like this before. Is this what happens when- Reeling, his head swimming with exuberance and guilty pride, because HE's responsible for this. Denying his swordsman release in battle, twisting all that adrenaline and anticipation for a decent fight into insatiable, reckless lust.
"GET UP- 'N- FUCK ME!"
Well, he certainly didn't tell Zoro to stand down INTENDING to fill his mouth with the vulgar requests he keeps snarling, but Luffy can't deny he's going to thoroughly enjoy GRANTING them.
There's not really enough room to roll over and regain his position on top, but he does it anyway, reluctantly pulling out, banging his elbow against the tub and nearly smashing Zoro face-first into the nearby wall and door frame in the process of shoving him down on the tiles. Trapping his lover beneath him sprawled partially on his side facing the door, a tight handful of spiky hair used to pin his flushed cheek and brow against the floor while a firm grip beneath his uppermost knee forces his calf and booted foot and dangling trousers into the air over his head and brings his lower body more than halfway off the tiles, bending him nearly double.
Legs spread wide, knee crushed against his chest and leaving his rear fully exposed and his glistening, gaping hole accessible to the cock pushing urgently between his parted buttocks, Zoro scrabbles fruitlessly for purchase on the floor with the arm not pinned beneath his own torso- and cries out, writhing, when teeth sink into the tender skin behind his upraised knee at the same moment his rim dilates wider around the shaft forcing its way into him.
Licking the ring of marks he's just made, Luffy groans as he finishes shoving full-length into his swordsman, tightens his fingers around the older pirate's boot-clad ankle, and resumes the rough, frenetic pace from earlier.
With nowhere for Zoro to secure a good grip, the captain's lunging thrusts batter his pinioned, shuddering body forcefully enough to begin inching him across the tiles, and there's no demands now, just an endless stream of "FUCK- FUCK- AH-AH-AH FUCK!" pouring endlessly from his mouth, his ass clenched tight around Luffy's pistoning cock.
Luffy's elbow and hip are colliding with the ofuro each time he jerks back to deliver another stroke, and maintaining his precarious position's a constant struggle to avoid tumbling headlong into the plumbing beneath the sink, but he's far too preoccupied to care or even truly notice, his gaze darting between where he's repeatedly burying himself and his lover's contorting face.
He pulls harder on Zoro's hair, yanking his head back to get a better look at his crumpled, quivering features, dimly aware he's likely causing as much pain as pleasure given the wet tracks of moisture streaked across other man's cheek and temple but also conscious that Zoro's given no indication for him to stop. In fact, the string of broken words and noises dropping from his mouth is once again including the occasional plea for him to go HARDER.
So loud 'n t-tight 'n-
He jerks Zoro's head back farther still, prompting a choked cry of "FUCK!" when he also refastens his mouth behind his knee, biting and sucking and licking with desperate enthusiasm, leaving fresh tooth marks and almost assuredly raising another dark bruise. One that, unlike the marks on Zoro's shoulder, will later be completely hidden by his clothing but that they'll both KNOW is lingering there- a secret memento from this moment.
A moment they're both so fully immersed in that neither of them registers the sharp rapping knock on the bathroom door or the muffled, questioning voice on the other side that precedes the entrance of their redheaded navigator, who barges through the door she's just yanked open- and nearly steps on them before stopping dead in her tracks at the sight in front of her. Mouth working soundlessly as she takes in her grunting, groaning crew mates, their blood and dirt and sweat-smeared bodies entwined and writhing on the floor-
Only to find her voice again when her nostrils detect a familiar floral scent and she spots the thick amber-colored liquid seeping down the floor drain and also pooled on the toilet lid and running down its base and smeared across the ofuro's white porcelain surface. "EXCUSE ME, but is THAT MY SHAMPOO?"
Face turned upwards by the hand yanking his hair, Zoro spots her first when his tightly-shuttered eyes fly open at this sudden screech of outrage, and his body gives a frantic, violent heave as he attempts to scramble upright, but he lacks the leverage to break Luffy's grip, and his warning gasp of "Na-" dissolves into a throaty "AAAHHH" when the captain straightens mid-thrust to see what's wrong and unexpectedly slams directly into his prostate.
"Why the HELL aren't you using YOUR OWN goddamn lube, instead of TAKING MY-" Nami halts her angry, semi-hysterical outburst to do a small backwards dance, because the swordsman sprawled at her feet's convulsing and crying out, abdominal muscles spasming as his jerking, spurting cock splatters the tiles near her retreating sandals with cum. A totally involuntary act, considering the horrified chagrin mixed with the relief of release on his face, but- "ZORO, WHAT THE FUCK?"
"OUT," Luffy shouts up at her, glaring, not disconcerted in the least but rather INFURIATED because he'd been distracted- looking at HER- and completely missed his lover's brow furrowing and mouth going slack as his orgasm struck. He'd known Zoro was close, but he hadn't realized he was THAT close. Or bargained on the moment being spoiled- STOLEN- by an intruder.
"I- I THOUGHT ONE OF YOU IDIOTS FELL AND HIT YOUR HEAD," Nami resumes at full volume, evidently intent on justifying her presence, although it's unclear whether this is for their benefit or to relieve her own embarrassment. "I DIDN'T REALIZE YOU WERE FUCKING ON THE GODDAMN BATHROOM FLOOR USING MY SHAMPOO AS LUBE!"
"GET. OUT." Luffy roars back, and something in his expression causes her to take another step backwards and nearly trip on the raised threshold as she stumbles over it, her own anger forgotten and one hand clutched to her chest as though her heart's skipped a beat.
"Ch-Chopper was looking for you, but I'll- I'll tell him you're busy," she informs him in a wavering voice, hesitates, and finishes with "... and- and SOMEBODY owes me for that bottle of shampoo" before fleeing the rest of the way back into the storage room and slamming the bathroom door shut behind her.
Scowling darkly, Luffy turns his attention back to the man laying panting and spent beneath him. "Zoro CAME! I didn't say he could cum! And he said NAMI'S NAME when he did!" He's shifting as he speaks, yanking Zoro's leg towards him and bracing it extended against his chest, swatting the trousers hanging in his face over his shoulder. "Not mine, NAMI'S!"
"O-Oi, I wasn't-"
"Zoro's supposed to say MY name. I'M the captain." Hips giving a few tentative rocks to test their new position, his arm hugging his partner's upraised leg tighter against his torso. "I'm YOUR captain. You don't say ANYBODY'S name but MINE."
At this declaration, Zoro's lips curl back a bit, baring his teeth. "Is it- ha- is it- an order then? Or d'you- think- you get to- to decide who I- AAAH!"
"YOU- started this," Luffy reminds him, delivering another even rougher thrust. "You said- I could- do what- whatever I- nnngh- whatever I w-wanted. 'N I'm- ah- I'm tellin' you- you're- you're nobody's but MINE."
And what he wants right now, more than anything else in the world, is to put that expression of pure helpless desperation back on his first mate's face, drive the breath from his lungs and reduce him to stammering, pleading incoherently. Until he's moaning the very thing he promised earlier.
Nobody else touches you, Zoro. Nobody but ME.
"Fine," Zoro growls. "I'm yours. But lemme- lemme put my- my damn leg dow- nnn, ah-ah- Sencho, wh-what're you-" Back arching despite his awkward position because even though he's already cum- because he's JUST cum- his body's ultra-sensitive, and Luffy's taking full advantage of that, the hand that's no longer yanking Zoro's hair having plunged between his thighs to encircle the base of his cock before it has the chance to go more than slightly soft. Fingers squeezing, restricting the blood flow and working to keep him erect until his body recovers enough to respond on its own.
Breath hissing between his clenched teeth, Luffy thrusts faster, gaining speed and momentum until his thighs are slapping against his partner's buttocks with punishing force, propelling him inside until the rim and sphincter stretched tight around his shaft are both spasming and clenching involuntarily and Zoro's once again uttering nothing but that continuous, throaty "AH-AH-AH! F-FUCK! LU-! AH-AH! LU-LUFFY!"
He feels the muscles in his thighs start to tremble, the wave building, molten heat rolling to an explosive boiling point in his lower belly, and then he bites Zoro's calf through his trouser leg as he climaxes, slamming his spurting cock deep. Staying there for several moments, grinding so hard his pelvis begins to ache in protest at the abuse, and then he's in motion again.
He loses himself in sensation, in plunging into his lover's body, and time blurs into endless repetition. Hammering away until the next orgasm surges through him, rocking more slowly but with no less force while he's cumming. Resuming full-length strokes as soon as he's finished.
How many times, he doesn't know, but the growing soreness in his groin and pelvis eventually brings him back to himself- and Zoro, who's evidently shouted himself hoarse because he's no longer coherent enough to produce anything but a low, choked "uh-uh-uh" as the muscles of his inner thighs jerk involuntarily.
They must've shifted again at some point; the swordsman's legs are now splayed limply on either side of Luffy, his bottom pulled up to rest in the captain's lap, one of his arms lifted and braced against the wall beneath the sink to prevent his head being banged against it and the other laying alongside him, fingers periodically making weak clutching motions at the tiles. His cock's an iron spike in Luffy's tight grasp, the glans flushed dark.
Have I- have I been holding him back all this time?
Dull pleasure tinged with pain shudders through his body as he climaxes again, and he bites his lower lip, stifling a gasp, forcing his body to slow and eventually come to a stop. Still buried inside because he can't pull out yet, not when his legs seem to have fallen asleep folded under him with Zoro's weight on them.
His prolonged, frantic thrusting's worked their substitute lubricant into a literal lather of suds and semen that's pooling on the floor where it's leaking from his partner's well-used hole and dripping between their sweat-slicked bodies. He'd be a lot more amused by the idea that he's been churning cum bubbles in Zoro's ass, though, if it wasn't for that nasty burning sensation in the opening to his urethra. Apparently he's been going at it hard enough to get suds UP THERE too.
What was it, that Zoro said that one time? Stuff that seems like a good idea when you're horny but turns out not to be so great afterwards? Maybe using Nami's shampoo as lube wasn't such a good idea for more reasons than making the navigator angry at him for taking her things without asking…
"Luff-" Zoro interrupts, breaking into his thoughts with a wavering moan, cock twitching in his hand.
"C-Can't move- anymore," Luffy tells him, increasingly aware of how uncomfortable he's become now that he's no longer dazed by lust. "Hurts. 'N- I think gotta pee."
Zoro slurs something in reply, and he blinks, sure he's mistaken, positive he didn't hear that correctly.
"I'll jerk you off, okay? I'll be right back- just lemme get up 'n-"
"… tol' you… piss'n me…"
"I'm- Zoro, I'm not gonna- PEE- on you."
"I s-said-" Zoro groans, "-in me, not- on me, but-" He lets his head loll to one side so his cheek's resting on the tiles while he struggles to focus his gaze on Luffy's face through half-closed eyes. "… same- same difference." His hips give a weak nudge upwards, trying to pump into the rubber man's curled fingers. "You- ah- you already- m-marked me- every other way. Might- might as well- f-finish the job…"
Luffy makes a choked noise in the back of his throat, free hand groping for his lover's abdomen and pressing down in hopes he'll stop trying to move. His dick aches worse than he realized, and he can't imagine how Zoro's ass must feel, after being on the receiving end of all that rough, recurrent thrusting. "Ah- stop, stop!"
"C'mon, Sencho- just-" Bare foot twitching, heel digging clumsily at his flank, attempting to pull him closer. "… just let- let go."
"Z-Zoro-" He can feel his hand shaking where it's resting palm-down on Zoro's stomach. Not because he's disgusted, no- it's just a little urine, after all, and it's not like honoring the request'll actually HURT his partner- but-
"You already- uhn- already shot like- fifty loads- into my guts. What's- what's one more."
His heart's pounding too hard in his chest. Too fast. This is beyond his first mate begging for his dick, demanding to get fucked harder, letting him bite and scratch and raise bruises. This is Zoro dropping any remaining pretense of pride and voicing a desire to be not just dominated but humiliated, to have his body claimed and marked as territory.
Nobody else touches him, he thinks wildly. And: Mine. If I- if I do this- I'm not letting anybody else have him, not again, not EVER. He's MINE.
He finds that sensitive spot beneath Zoro's glans with his thumb, presses and rubs it, hissing involuntarily as Zoro arches, sphincter contracting around his slowly softening shaft.
"Ah- S-Sencho… pleeease…"
His bladder gives another distressed throb and this time he doesn't fight it. This time he doesn't tense up but relaxes. Dismissing his confused intellect's nonverbal protests that Zoro's body is neither the starboard side of the ship nor the toilet beside him and concentrating on his partner's rigid cock. Stroking it steadily, urging him towards the climax he's been denied.
At first it stings, when he lets go. It BURNS. Then there's nothing but relief as the suds that've been irritating him are flushed out and the pressure in his lower belly begins to ease.
Hips jerking, Zoro's moaning, voice breaking and helpless. There's pre-cum glistening on his tip- a clear, swelling bead that balances there precariously until the captain swipes his thumb over it. He can feel Zoro getting gradually looser inside, rectal walls expanding to contain the fluid spilling inside him, while his rim clenches spasmodically in the effort to hold it there.
It's not until he feels the trembling belly beneath his opposite hand getting firmer, skin drawing tight against his palm, that Luffy begins to realize, much to his alarm, how much fuller his bladder had been than he anticipated, but now that he's reached mid-stream, he can't seem to STOP.
Panicking, he pulls out instead- and promptly discovers he's still got too much of an erection remaining to easily redirect the flow, which means he's hitting Zoro's lower body and midsection, splashing his quivering inner thighs, groin, and heaving chest and abdomen. Tugging a lot harder than he intended on his swordsman's cock, and the older pirate convulses, crying out his name.
Cum spurts in an arc from Zoro's tip as he orgasms violently, the muscular spasms within his rectum ejecting one monumental gush and then several smaller ones that further drench Luffy's wet thighs and considerably increase the size of the puddle beneath them.
His entire body trembling uncontrollably and his limbs flopping, Zoro makes a low, strained noise while his cock continues jerking, spilling gradually weakening pulses of ejaculate onto his own stomach. When the hand gripping him by the shaft relaxes then releases him to cradle his hip, he flinches.
Stream of urine waning then sputtering out as his bladder empties, Luffy feels a cold knot squeezing his heart. A roiling in his stomach that's got nothing to do with needing to pee or with arousal- and everything to do with horror and despair. That flinch... Zoro, flinching away from him. His first mate, his swordsman, his lover. HIS Zoro. FLINCHING. FROM HIM.
This isn't what I wanted!
Pulse hammering in his throat and chest, he touches his partner's bare, wet skin again, using only his fingertips this time and nervously moistening his lips before asking very quietly, "Z-Zoro?"
His swordsman's gaze rises, seeking his face, pupils dilated and unfocused, eyelids wavering, and then Zoro's uttering a soft, guttural moan as all the color drains from his complexion and his pupils and irises alike are rolling backwards out of sight as his body sags in a dead faint.