Stretching lazily, Luffy yawns as he rolls onto his side- only to sputter awake as he gets a sudden mouthful of coarse fur. He sits up spitting furiously and pawing at his tongue while he gropes blindly for his straw hat where it's resting on the opposite side of the loudly snoring cloud wolf he's been using as a pillow.

He seizes the hat by its crown and plops it onto his head, hand resting there momentarily as he looks back and forth, groggily scanning the bonfire clearing and its other occupants.

The girls are out of sight, presumably secluded in their tent, but he can see Sanji and Chopper from where he's sitting and the weird knight and his bird horse thing and a lot more wolves. There's no sign of his swordsman's familiar green hair, however, and as he continues searching the shadows of the enormous tree roots in case Zoro's propped himself against one, he realizes Usopp's missing as well.

Frowning, the captain eases to his feet and brushes dust from his shorts as he turns this information over and over in his sleep-hazed mind, fiddling with it like a brain teaser puzzle.

It bothers him that they're both absent at the same time, and it bothers him that he's bothered. He TRUSTS Zoro- trusts his boyfriend's dedication to both him and the crew, and he trusts Usopp too, because the sniper's his FRIEND. He doesn't like being suspicious. Wondering if they're off in the jungle somewhere, kissing each other… or maybe doing a little more than kissing. Maybe doing A LOT more than kissing.

It'd been fun at first, seeing Usopp get flabbergasted every time Zoro took off his shirt. Watching him cast sidelong glances at the older man's rear while he exercised on the ship's deck. Speculating WITH Zoro about whether or not their long-nosed friend would be interested in joining them to fool around in the storage room or- if three people could possibly manage to fit comfortably- the crow's nest.

He'd known he wasn't sexually attracted to Usopp, but he'd been pretty excited at the prospect of a threesome anyway, having discovered the kind of things that became possible after adding another partner or two during that afternoon he and Zoro had spent with Johnny and Yosaku outside Cocoyashi. Recalling how well the four of them had managed despite his lack of attraction to the bounty hunters and their lack of attraction to him, he'd reasoned that this was also a case where it didn't really matter who was attracted to whom, so long as everybody's dicks got hard enough for whatever they intended to do together.

But then, at some point, something had begun to change. He'd become less inclined to seriously consider sharing his swordsman's affections and more resentful of than amused by Usopp's continued interest in him. The sniper's blushing and stammering had ceased being entertaining and started wearing on Luffy's nerves, and he'd found himself actively striving to discomfit his friend. Making a point of displaying his claim on Zoro by hanging on his arm or kissing him with complete disregard for whoever might be nearby. Trying harder to leave visible marks on him during sex too, tooth imprints and bruises that others would see and recognize as caution signs. MY boyfriend, so HANDS OFF.

As a testament to this newfound possessiveness, Zoro's now sporting purple smudges on his collarbone and shoulder from their intense interlude in the bathroom after leaving the Mock Town bar. Already beginning to fade to yellow around the edges, the hickeys had been mostly obscured by his usual shirt, but in that blue tank top he swapped out for the white henley after it got soaked while he battled sky sharks during the first attempts to explore beyond the altar, the marks are right there in the open for anyone to see. The sight had garnered some surprisingly good-natured teasing from Nami and a ribald remark or two from Sanji, but Usopp had simply stared until Zoro'd caught him at it and raised an inquiring eyebrow, whereupon he'd suddenly become very interested in assisting Sanji with preparations for dinner.

But he kept SNEAKIN' looks at Zoro- 'n me too whenever he figured I wouldn't notice, 'n a couple times it seemed like he wanted to say somethin' or ASK one of us somethin' but- he never did. At least he didn't come talk to ME anyway…

The rubber man's standing there chewing anxiously on his lower lip and debating if he really wants to go poking into the jungle beyond the clearing, where there might be a risk of blundering upon the exact sort of scene he's worried about, when Zoro himself comes stalking out of the shadows with a bulky object hefted aloft in one arm. As he approaches the low firelight, the formless shape beside his head's revealed as Usopp's rear; he's carrying the sniper slung over his shoulder, legs and arms dangling.

Luffy's briefly frozen in place with his breath caught in his throat, recalling a hallway in the Arabasta palace and his swordsman's fingers thrusting into his upturned bare bottom, his body flushing hot with anger and dismay as his tired mind half-convinces him he's witnessing something similar here- but then a burning log collapses in a firework of sparks and he realizes Usopp's not only fully clothed but he's also not moving and his moment of paralysis breaks and he's dodging and hopping over comatose wolves, hurrying to meet his crew mates.

Seeing his obvious concern as he approaches, Zoro raises his free hand, finger lifting to his lips and voice hushed. "Everything's okay, Sencho. He's not hurt- just asleep." And, seeing Luffy's confusion. "He woke me up, said he needed to take a leak. I told him to just go by himself but then he didn't come back, so I went looking. Found him passed out; I guess he got lost or something 'n wore himself out wandering around." He stoops to shrug Usopp off his shoulder, gingerly lowering the sniper to the ground beside a sleeping wolf- and muffling a chuckle as he immediately rolls towards the shaggy animal and hugs it to him like an over-sized teddy bear.

"I woke up 'n you were gone again- you guys were BOTH gone- 'n I didn't know where you were," Luffy says, stepping forward and reaching out to seize a handful of his lover's tank top. After being separated from him for hours prior to the crew reuniting at the sacrificial altar where the Going Merry's currently resting, he wants intimate physical contact- needs the reassurance- but he's not quite sure how to ask for it.

To his relief, he doesn't need to find the proper words. Zoro's arms simply close around him, one hand settling between his shoulder blades and the other against the small of his back, bringing their bodies together. "Oi, I'm right here, Sencho." Forehead gently bumping his. "Did you have a nightmare or something?"

"No. No, I just-" He falters, unsure how to explain without sounding insecure and really stupid. He already FEELS that way, not to mention guilty as hell for allowing himself to doubt either of his nakama- doubt the loyalty of his PARTNER- for even a moment.

"Oi," Zoro says again, more gently, straightening to nuzzle a cheek against his forehead before favoring it with a soft kiss. "I was gonna head back out after I dropped him off, take a quick piss myself since I'm up already. Wanna come with me, keep me company?"

"Yeah, okay…" He reluctantly releases his swordsman and allows him to step away, glad to accept the hand he's immediately offered and clinging to Zoro's fingers as he's led away from the firelight. Realizing as he follows that he actually needs to pee as well, now that he's no longer too distracted to recognize his own bladder's urging.

Neither of them are overly concerned with modesty, not since they've had ample time to examine every inch of each other's nude bodies, not to mention thoroughly explore those places untouched by sunlight no matter how bright, so they don't bother moving off in opposite directions to urinate, choosing instead to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the campsite at their backs.

Zoro lets loose immediately, but Luffy's forced to shuffle a bit, and he makes a choked little noise in the back of his throat when the flow finally starts, his brow furrowed in distress and discomfort.

"Still hurts, huh…"

"Y-Yeah," he breathes, sagging slightly as his swordsman's fingers touch his lower back and begin massaging just above his buttocks, grateful for the distraction. "Not as much as yesterday, but-" He scowls. "Stupid shampoo."

"Nami would probably say you deserve it," Zoro snorts. "No- no, I didn't mention anything to her about it fuckin' up your waterworks 'n Chopper won't bring it up either 'cause of his whole doctor-patient thing. But you know she'd say it, considering how long she went on about what that shit cost."

"YOU'RE okay, even though your ass was full of the stuff," Luffy mutters.

"Yeah, but I didn't get it up my dick, remember."

"… mmmghhh…"

The hand on his back rubs a few more slow circles, then moves over to settle on his hip. "Tell you a secret, though. I know EXACTLY how much it sucks."

"You do?"

"Uh-huh. One time me 'n Johnny 'n Yosaku were screwing around 'n-" Zoro stops, clears his throat. "Okay, y'know how I said before how I don't like chocolate that much?"

"Yeah? Zoro said it's too sweet, right?" Finished, Luffy shakes off and turns towards his lover without bothering to yank up his shorts, swaying his hips forward to lean against him.

"Well, I do like bitter stuff better than sweet, but… Yosaku, uh, wanted to try some new shit he'd heard about, so we bought this chocolate 'n melted it 'n then dripped it all over my dick so he 'n Johnny could lick it off."

"FOOD?" Luffy demands, feeling his stomach perform an acrobatic flip of excitement. "YOU USED FOOD FOR SEX? YOU CAN DO THAT?"

Laughing deep in his throat, Zoro pulls him closer, arms encircling his waist. "I had a feeling that'd get your attention. Yeah, you CAN do that, but you gotta be careful what kinda food- or at least where you put it." He sighs. "Turns out if you've got melted chocolate or syrup or anything like that ON your dick 'n you go straight to fuckin' somebody without washing off first, you can rub that shit right UP your dick. Unfortunately for me, I went straight from gettin' sucked off to bangin' Johnny's ass 'n it hurt to piss for DAYS… 'n- uh- ever since then, chocolate's just sorta grossed me out."

The captain cringes, but although he can certainly sympathize given his current predicament, he's much too interested in the prospect of sex involving food to stay dismayed for long. "If you DON'T get it up there, though, you can use pretty much anything, right? RIGHT?" He's bouncing on his toes, fingers now gripping the straps of Zoro's tank top on either side, hauling eagerly on them. "I mean, does it always gotta be the kinda stuff you use for dessert or can it be-"

"-pieces of meat?" His swordsman finishes, tone teasing. "I think most people use sweet shit like chocolate or strawberries 'n whipped cream, but if you're really that desperate for protein, I GUESS meatballs 'n gravy could work too. If you're, like, creative with 'em."

Luffy tugs harder on his tank top straps, hauling him in for an enthusiastic kiss, and when Zoro eventually- reluctantly- breaks away, he's laughing again, and it's one of the absolute best sounds Luffy thinks he's ever heard. He nuzzles his partner's chin, panting softly, lips working along his jaw. Lower body pressing tighter against him. Nudging eagerly. Rubbing.

"Mmm, you're really that excited about sucking meat gravy off my cock, huh?"

There's a hell of a lot more than the mention of meat gravy that's roused Luffy's libido but he's sure it'll be far too much trouble explaining all the reasons behind the hardening erection he's pushing at Zoro's groin, so he doesn't bother trying. Instead, he licks his lips, a wavering groan escaping his throat when he realizes the other man's trousers are still unfastened as well and if he can just push the untucked hem of that tank top a bit higher-

Zoro does it for him, yanking the fabric out of the way to expose his body from crotch to midriff, letting Luffy's glans slide against warm bare flesh. The hands at his back drop inside his open, drooping shorts to grip his buttocks and squeeze, pulling him closer.

He shudders, nudging harder, whimpering as the pre-cum beginning to leak from his tip collects on his lover's skin and makes it slippery and slick beneath his jerky thrusts.

"Don't- don't forget what Chopper said," Zoro murmurs, breath stirring his hair. "You can't- ah- you know we're not supposed to-" Hands shaking, clutching his ass tighter. "Not 'til you're- mmm, 'til you're over that shit 'n I finish healing."

Luffy whines in frustration, hips pumping, fingers scrabbling at his tank top straps, his collarbone, his shoulders. "I don't care! I need to- I need Z-Zoro." Voice breaking, pleading. "I- I need you- I NEED-!"

"Hang on, Sencho, h-hang on-" The hands gripping the younger pirate's ass cheeks are abruptly cradling them, shaking his shorts and one sandal loose and leaving the other sandal dangling precariously from his toes as he's lifted off the ground. "Hold onto me." Zoro takes a stumbling step or two backwards to brace his spine against one of the gigantic tree roots, shifting Luffy higher until his cock's dribbling head nudges up along his sternum, its length coming to rest lodged between his pectorals. "H-Here- here, Luffy, here. I know it's- it's not exactly the same 'n it won't feel as tight, but-"

The captain's already in motion, knees gripping Zoro's torso, hands tearing at his rucked up tank top until he can get it shoved up all the way between his collarbone and neck. Trusting the hands cupping his bottom to support him as he grabs for his swordsman's pectorals, roughly palming the nipples while he squeezes the heavy muscles tighter around his erection. His hips are rocking hard, fast, frantic. He's not going to last long, but when he says so, stammering out the words between sloppy thrusts, Zoro just laughs softly.

"It's okay, it's okay. Oi, no, I'm NOT just sayin' that- I mean it! Not every time's gotta be a marathon… quickies are good too." Nipples stiffened to hard protruding buds beneath his touch. "Cum for me, Sencho- cum for me. Cum ON me. Cum all over my tits 'n then we'll head back 'n get some more sleep."

Panting, Luffy squeezes harder, kneading. Fingers digging in deeply enough to leave red bands and crescent-shaped nail marks. Eyes fixed on his own flesh, glistening in the moonlight with the clear fluid he's smeared along his partner's pectorals. A small gasp forced from his throat each time the sensitive underside of his glans strokes across the rough ridge of scar tissue angling across Zoro's chest.

"Cum for me," Zoro growls again, voice low and insistent- and ducks his chin to lap over the dripping head and dip his tongue tip into the slit on its crown each time it nears his mouth. One of his hands rotates under Luffy's buttocks as he spreads the cheeks wider, slipping a fingertip between them to stroke lightly at the tight pucker of his hole while he moves.

"Ah- ah- Zoro!" He undulates his hips more forcefully, the other sandal dropping from his foot. The finger teasing his rim's moving in spiraling motions, and when the tongue flickering at his tip suddenly begins swirling around in a similar fashion going in the opposite direction, his hands leave Zoro's chest to grab for his head, fingers seizing scant handfuls of hair as he loses control.

His cock twitches hard, sending a long spurt of cum splattering down Zoro's left cheek and across his parted lips, extended tongue and lowered chin. Dripping onto his pectorals, it trickles into the valley between them, further lubricating the damp skin, and Luffy cries out as he gives a burst of rapid thrusts, ejaculate flying out in stringy streams to paint his lover's neck and collarbone.

Zoro catches the last couple of smaller spurts in his mouth, head darting forward to let him run his cum-coated tongue from Luffy's glans to his base and up his lower belly with one smooth, slathering lick that leaves him shuddering uncontrollably and moaning at the spasms of pleasure continuing to pulse through his body.

He doesn't protest when he's lowered so Zoro can kiss him hungrily, surrendering to the tongue delving between his lips and hooking his knees over the older pirate's hips to cling more tightly to him. His slowly softening dick continues throbbing where it's now sandwiched by his groin and Zoro's taut stomach.

His first mate's pelvis gives an experimental nudge and Luffy sighs when he feels the rigid flesh nestled between his buttocks sliding across his hole, his fingers stroking the short green hair beneath them while he hastens to kiss Zoro more deeply and twine tongues with him, sharing the taste of his own cum as he begins rocking his hips again. Using his momentum to help slide the cock under him back and forth against his body, he drops a hand to seize and wring one wet, heaving pectoral.

Groaning into his mouth, Zoro gropes for a better hold on his ass cheeks and crushes them together on himself as he begins thrusting. Most- but not all- of his movements are short and sharp, setting a rhythm of fast, hard lunges occasionally punctuated by periods of slower, more gentle swaying.

Luffy abandons playing with his hair and caresses his cum-streaked cheek and jaw, kisses giving way to gentle applications of teeth. He trails his fingers down his swordsman's throat, curls them around his neck, feeling Zoro swallow hard under the thumb pressed to his adam's apple. The opposite thumb circling the areola and hard nipple beneath it, rolling the stiff tissue, pinching it against his forefinger and tugging, pulling, stretching until the wet flesh slips from his grasp.

Zoro's no longer simply groaning but trying to cry out around the tongue that's surged into his mouth, body tense, hips moving with increasingly wild jerks. When his nipple's captured again and yanked- HARD- his lower body lunges forward, and he makes a strangled gasping sound, cock twitching between Luffy's buttocks as it begins spilling thick pulses of cum.

The captain exhales delighted laughter. THIS is the sort of rough play he enjoys- the kind where Zoro's responsive to pain, excited by it and eager to have his limits tested, yet not so overwrought by stress and guilt that he'll demand violence to the point of actual injury. THIS is discomfort he doesn't mind causing.

His own lower half's been swaying as he rubs himself against his lover, and he moans when he feels one more powerful spurt flow directly over his hole and immediately starts to rock his hips with greater intensity, sliding his slick, dripping rim back and forth along the throbbing shaft while tightening his grip on Zoro's throat. He can feel the voice box under his fingers vibrating with the helpless noises he's swallowing before they can fully emerge from Zoro's parted lips.

It takes a long time for his partner to calm down. Even after his climax ends and he's gone soft, he continues clutching Luffy against him, trembling hands running up and down his back, sliding over his ass and roaming beneath it to explore his cum-spattered rim and perineum. Dropping kisses on his mouth, his chin, his neck, and Luffy does his best to reciprocate those landing near his lips even though fatigue's starting to catch up with him, making his eyelids so heavy they're threatening to drift close as he strokes Zoro's pectorals and shoulders and neck and throat, heedless of the moisture he's smearing everywhere.

Eventually, however, his hands begin to falter and he sags forward to rest against his swordsman's chest, exhaling a happy "mmm" of contentment when he's immediately enveloped by strong arms that prevent his relaxing body from sliding towards the ground. "… shishi… Zoro really likes it when I grab 'n squeeze his neck, huh…" he observes sleepily, forearms dangling down his partner's back from where they're hooked limply over his shoulders. "Does it hurt or feel good or both?"

"Maybe a little of both when you're pushing in the right spot on my throat, but mostly it just feels really good," Zoro admits. He shifts, getting his feet more solidly beneath him because he's been leaning so heavily against the tree root at his back that his boots have begun slipping out from beneath him on the leaf-litter covering jungle floor. "I never knew I'd be so turned on by getting choked during sex…" He lets his head droop forward, leaning his forehead on Luffy's temple as he utters tired laughter. "If I had any idea how hard it'd make me cum, I sure as hell would've jumped all over it a LONG time before this. I sure hope you're up for doing that again sometime, 'cause damn…"

"I don't mind, not if Zoro likes it- 'n he's sure I'm not gonna hurt him for real."

"Nah, you weren't even close." Zoro yawns, jaw brushing his cheek. "Honestly, you could probably squeeze a lot harder. I bet it'd feel AMAZING getting off while I'm sorta lightheaded from having my air cut off. Like, not enough to choke me out or anything, but just enough to-" He gives Luffy a little jostle. "Oi, stay awake, Sencho. We still gotta clean up 'n walk back to camp."

"Don't wanna." He summons the energy to curl his arms around his lover's neck and cling stubbornly when the other man tries to set him on his feet. "Carry me."

"Stand up, damn it- my pants fell down. We're not going anywhere with 'em wrapped around my ankles."

"Nnnrrrghhhhh…"

"… look, I promise I'll carry you back if you lemme put you down, just for a couple minutes. You gotta find the rest of your clothes 'n stuff anyway- unless you wanna go back half-naked 'n get slapped cross-eyed by Nami first thing in the morning when she gets flashed by your junk the second she crawls outta the tent."

Not that their navigator would seriously care - they could probably both walk around nude all damn day without much of a reaction from her - but Sanji's liable to be offended on her and Robin's behalf and make such a nuisance of himself that she'll target Luffy as well, for being the cause of all the fuss. And maybe Zoro too, for being the obvious reason why the captain's bare-assed in the first place.

"Fiiiiiine," Luffy groans and reluctantly disengages to hunt for his shorts and sandals, allowing Zoro to stoop and grab the waistband of his trousers so he can drag them back up his calves and thighs and resettle his katana at his hip. When the captain straightens with his shorts dangling from one hand, having wiggled his toes back into his footwear, he finds Zoro peering at his own torso with an expression caught between bemusement and dismay.

"Jeez, Sencho, you WENT OFF. Here, you might as well have my bandana 'cause there's no way it's big enough to- ah, shit, you got it on my shirt!"

"There's some on Zoro's face too."

Sighing, his swordsman seizes his tank top by the hem, yanks it off over his head and turns it inside out before using the wadded fabric to mop his chest and stomach clean. "Messiest captain on the Grand Line." He squints his eye shut as Luffy reaches up to wipe his cheek with a corner of the bandana. "Mnn, thanks." Body melting gladly into the kiss that follows, the hand not gripping his soiled tank top rising to caress Luffy's jaw before sliding back to thread its fingers through his hair.

"Sorry I got your shirt dirty," the younger pirate breathes when their mouths finally part.

Zoro responds to his apology with another thorough kiss, licking at his lower lip, sucking it into his mouth and tugging it gently between his teeth. His hand shifts to cradle the nape of Luffy's neck, fingers kneading, kissing him more and more hungrily until his lungs are straining and he's digging his nails into both sides of his first mate's bare upper back, shorts once again laying forgotten on the ground at their feet.

He's panting when Zoro starts to pull away, chest aching with his need for air, but his pelvis continues moving instinctively, following his partner's retreating lower body to push harder against him.

Zoro laughs, and when he speaks, his voice is soft, teasing, short-winded. "Thought- you were- tired."

"I was- but- then- Z-Zoro woke me up…" He exhales shakily, clutching Zoro's back while his hips give eager little nudges that put firm, exquisite pressure on his renewed erection. "I can't- I can't sleep- like this." He tilts his face up to meet his gaze through half-lidded eyes. "-need you again, Zoro- I need-"

He's interrupted by Zoro's mouth, by the tongue darting between his parted lips and the fabric-enveloped hand that's slipping between their groins to cup and massage his balls before seizing his cock near the base.

Surprised by the unexpected texture, he twitches backwards, then gasps against his swordsman's mouth and thrusts excitedly into his grip. Shirt- that's- that's his shirt. The shirt Zoro was wearing- the one I got cum on- He whimpers around the tongue now exploring his throat, hips bucking more vigorously. He- he's j-jerking me off with his shirt. He- oh-

The tongue withdraws from his mouth and glides moistly across his lower lip and chin as the fingers curled around his shaft tighten their grip so he can feel the skin sliding up over his glans, alternating with the much rougher weave of the tank top wrapped around it. Zoro's kissing and licking along his jaw, nuzzling under it and nudging his chin higher to press kisses to his neck and throat, hand stroking faster.

"Z-Zoro- ah- please- please-!"

His lover's lips move against his neck, murmuring something too soft for him to hear over the hammering thud of his heartbeat in his ears, and then Zoro's mouthing the pulse in his neck, biting gently, latching onto it and sucking and-

Oh- oh god, yes, he's- he's cumming, his dick throbbing hard in Zoro's grasp as it spurts over and over, soaking the fabric bundled around it with warm fluid, and he cries out at the sensation of the wet shirt sliding on his twitching flesh, raking his nails down Zoro's bare back.

"That feel good, Sencho?" his partner purrs against his throat, putting a slight twist into his wrist's movements, cloth-covered palm caressing and grinding lightly over his glans until he's shuddering from head to toe, thighs quivering so hard his knees nearly give out when Zoro coaxes another short spurt from his arching body. Kisses and mouths and licks his adam's apple, rumbling low laughter when he raises his voice again in helpless pleasure, hips moving in fast, hard lunges. "Mmm- god, Luffy- when you make those noises, Luffy, I just-"

Whimpering, Luffy scrabbles at his back, unable to stop humping rapidly into the fist fondling his cock even though his sensitivity's skyrocketing.

"You came so much but you're still so, so hard," Zoro croons, face rubbing against his neck, breath hot on his sweat-slicked skin. "Just like the last time you fucked me, Sencho." He nuzzles up the rubber man's neck to lick along the curve behind his ear. "You were so hard inside me, fucking me, cumming inside me over 'n over 'n over…" Lips closing over the lobe, sucking, tugging.

The grip on his erection shifts and there's sudden pressure on his perineum, two fingers pushing forcefully against him there and rubbing his prostate from the outside while the other three stay wrapped the root of him, pumping, and then he's thrusting wildly along his swordsman's wrist and forearm as heat begins to surge through his lower belly and groin. "Z-Zoro- Zoro, ah- ah ah- Zoro, oh g- AH! ZORO! ZORO, I'M-!"

"Yeah, that's it- that's it," Zoro groans in his ear. "Cum for me!"

Mouth open in a soundless cry, eyes scrunched shut, Luffy goes momentarily rigid, spasms tightening his sphincter and making his dick jerk uncontrollably as a weak spurt of cum escapes its tip into the drenched wad of Zoro's tank top, and then his knees buckle and he's falling.

Zoro catches him, dropping the shirt to scoop him up in both arms and kissing him and everything's spinning and his skin's tingling and he's trembling all over and he can't do anything but moan and try to cling to his lover's shoulders.

Nothing seems to work; his arms have gone as weak as his legs, his fingers sluggish and curled uselessly and refusing to maintain their grip. His ears are ringing, deaf to whatever Zoro's sighing into them between kisses his lips are too slack to return, but he feels far too good to mind, because his entire body's humming with satisfaction under the hands gently roaming his lower back and sides and ass and belly and damp thighs as he's cradled against Zoro's solid form.

"-watching your face when you cum," the older pirate's murmuring when his senses finally start functioning properly again to let him register words coherently. "Seeing you feel good getting off makes me wanna just do you again 'n again 'til you've got me covered in so much cum, I'm dripping…"

Making a drowsy noise of interest despite his weariness, Luffy runs his fingertips over the trio of small gold hoops in Zoro's left ear, listening to the quiet chiming as the droplets suspended from them sway and clink together. "Zoro's really got a thing for my cum, huh?"

"God, Sencho, you have no idea. I keep thinking it'd be fun to just lay naked on the deck with my ass lubed up one afternoon… let you fuck me every time you walk past, drop loads in me for hours 'til I'm so full of your jizz, there's a giant puddle under me from more of it leaking out every time you do me again."

Luffy sucks his lower lip into his mouth, attempting to picture this- and laughs aloud when his mind immediately conjures an image of his first mate dozing off while waiting for the next round.

"What."

"Zoro," he snickers. "Falling asleep in a big pond of my jizz 'cause he's so used to napping on the deck."

"I don't know- that sounds like the opposite of a problem to me."

"What do I do, though, if you're asleep when I come back to have sex again? Am I supposed to wake you up first, or do I just-" Flushing a bit. "-um, wake you up with my dick?"

Zoro snorts. "Well, I'd HOPE you'd wake me up first. I wouldn't wanna miss out on anything, and besides- it'd be freaky as hell waking up in the middle of getting fucked and not knowing, at least for a few seconds, who'd stuck their dick inside me. I mean, it's not like anybody besides you would actually drop trou 'n just shove himself in there, but-"

Luffy's been biting his lip, thinking there's somebody besides him who'd at least be TEMPTED if not actually brave enough to follow through, when suddenly he can't hold back any longer. "Zoro?" he interrupts. Blurting out the rest without letting himself stop to reconsider what he's asking. "If Usopp decides he wants to do more than stare at your butt- like, if he decides he really does wanna have sex with us 'n he actually ASKS, would y-?"

"No."

The captain's breath catches. He'd been hoping for a negative response - he can't deny it - but he hadn't expected Zoro to answer so quickly, without so much as a moment's hesitation. I thought he'd at least think about it for a minute or two, or- or he'd wanna talk about it or something.

He swallows. "R-Really?"

"Really. You're not into it. Maybe you were at first, but you're not now, 'n I might not know why, but honestly- that doesn't matter."

"What if-" Hating that he's asking, because even though he needs to ask, he doesn't WANT to ask, because he's a little afraid of the answer. "What if I said I was okay with… just you 'n him. Doin' something."

"No," Zoro tells him again. "'Cause you're NOT okay with it. Not really." His fingers are trailing slowly up and down Luffy's spine, hand moving over his bare back beneath his vest. "… 'n even if you were… it wouldn't be like us messing around with Johnny 'n Yosaku. Usopp doesn't strike me as a one-night stand kinda guy; I think if he does ask somebody if they're down to fuck, it's gonna be 'cause he wants 'em as a long-term partner."

"… oh."

"Yeah. I mean, I like Usopp 'n sex with him could be fun, but he's not the one I-" Zoro falters, his hand going motionless.

"… mmm?" Luffy's been listening- he's STILL listening- but he's beyond exhausted and entirely too comfortable, his nose tucked under Zoro's chin and his cheek nuzzled against his collarbone, the older pirate's voice a soothing rumble in his ear. "… not the one you-?"

"N-Not the one I wanna do boyfriend-type shit with. Casual fucking would be alright, maybe, but- that's not fair to him if he's looking for more 'n-" The arms around him squeeze a little tighter. "I'm not gonna risk hurting somebody just to get laid. Besides, this wouldn't be some one-time hook-up with a random guy we probably won't see again for a few years or longer or maybe EVER. This is somebody who LIVES with us. Even if he agrees to a no-strings fuck… you're gonna see him- have to talk to him- every damn day. 'N if him just LOOKING at me's bothering you that much already-? No. It's not worth it."

"… okay," Luffy says. And then, "… good."

"The fact you're GLAD I said no pretty much means I made the right choice," his swordsman tells him wryly and then noses his bangs away to kiss his forehead. "I'm okay with bringing in somebody else for sex, but only if YOU'RE seriously into having 'em there too 'n they know it's just a short-term loan- not some kind of, I don't know, relationship contract. That's fine- 'n even repeat hook-ups with the same people are fine, like if we'd run into Johnny 'n Yosaku again 'n you'd be alright with it- but I don't-" He pauses, long enough that Luffy turns his head farther to the side to look up at him through half-closed eyes. "… I don't wanna be actually dating anybody else but you."

His words make Luffy feel like squirming. Not in a horny, got-another-boner sort of way but a soft, squishy sort of way, and he can feel his face heating up. It's not from embarrassment, not exactly, although it's definitely something akin to embarrassment. He tries to hide it with bravado, but he's too flustered to prevent himself from stammering. "Well- well, good, 'cause- Zoro's n-not ALLOWED to- to date anybody else or have any boyfriends except- except me! 'Cause I'm- I'm his captain!"

Zoro flushes a truly alarming shade of red, but he's also choking on sudden laughter. "F-fuck, is- is that your logic for- for EVERYTHING? 'I'm the captain!'?"

"I AM though," Luffy insists, but he's also beginning to giggle- and sounding pretty loopy from lack of sleep.

"O-Okay then, Captain," Zoro teases, head lowering in an attempt to kiss him that's botched rather badly because neither of them can stop laughing long enough to let their lips do more than brush fleetingly. "You can- you can consider me claimed." He makes a startled noise as Luffy wraps both arms around his neck and smashes their mouths together briefly.

"Yeah, 'cause you are," the captain declares with a sleepy albeit smug smile after pulling back a bit. "You're MINE." He laughs and leans up to meet his lover's mouth again as he closes in to kiss him- only to yawn enormously in his face instead. "… nmm… 'orry, 'oro…"

"I don't know how the hell you're even still conscious," Zoro murmurs. He redirects his aim to land a playful smooch on Luffy's nose. "Oi, I'm gonna take my shirt down to the water- try'n rinse it out. I think the sharks'll leave me alone if I stay on the bank." He shrugs. "If not, I guess I know what we're having for breakfast."

"Sky shark steaks," Luffy agrees drowsily, stifling another yawn.

"Heh. C'mon, Sencho- get your shorts on, lemme grab my shirt, 'n let's see if we actually make it back to camp this time. Catch a couple more hours of sleep before we gotta hit the ground runnin' with everybody tryin' to kill us again."