"Nah, I'm pretty sure Grandpa likes you."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that- I mean, he DID sent his recruits after me," Zoro calls back over his shoulder, not bothering to disguise the doubt in his voice. "Coby 'n whatsisname." He rotates his wrist slightly to examine the katana he's holding from another angle, scowling at the rusted, broken edge of the blade. What a goddamn waste.
"He just wanted to find out how strong you were, since you're my first mate 'n everything!" There's a soft rustling of sheets behind him as Luffy slides free of the lower berth. "If he'd been mad, he'd've come after Zoro himself." Bare feet pad across the floor towards him, and then nimble fingers are burying themselves in his hair, stroking slow circles over his scalp until he's leaning backwards into their touch and struggling to prevent his eyelids from drifting shut. "Oi, you comin' back to bed yet?"
"Mmm… keep that up 'n you'll hafta CARRY me back to bed 'cause you put me to sleep," the swordsman sighs, carefully lowering Yubashiri before turning his head to nuzzle into his lover's palm when the hand caressing him shifts forward over his shoulder to cradle his cheek. "There somethin' wrong, Sencho? I can't believe you actually got bored over there. I'm pretty sure some of that shit could keep ME busy for hours…"
"Zooorooo, c'mon-" Luffy protests. He nudges his pelvis forward, bumping Zoro's shoulder blade. Making a small eager noise in the back of his throat as the leaking tip of his erection leaves a wet streak on the bare flesh. "Playin' around with that stuff by myself feels really good, yeah, but-" His opposite hand, having been deliberately positioned out of sight until now, comes around to show the older pirate what he's brought with him from the bed. "-these toys are A LOT more fun when YOU'RE playing with me too..." He gives the object he's holding a tantalizing wiggle. "I mean, maybe I'm wrong, but I think it'd be so, SOOO much more fun 'n feel so much better if we used this together, wouldn't it?"
"Fuck…" Zoro breathes. "Okay. Okay, you definitely got a point." Licking his lips, too intrigued by what Luffy's proposing to mind being distracted from sulking over his damaged sword. "Is that for YOUR ass, though- or for MINE?" He reaches down to collect Yubashiri's sheath, resting in his lap across his naked thighs, and raises it to thrust the weapon inside. Grinning and feeling his cock give a strong twitch of interest when his captain utters an anticipatory moan and shudders at the sight of the blade sliding home and the sound of the guard thumping against the scabbard mouth.
"E-Either. I just-" Luffy drops to a crouch behind him, body pressed flush to his back and now moving languidly but steadily against him. Face nuzzling into his neck, breath hot on his skin, free hand roaming down his sternum to fondle his pectorals. And the other hand- the other hand continues gripping the large anal plug, slick and dripping with an almost excessive amount of lubricant as it's dangled teasingly before him. "I WANT you." He rubs his cheek along Zoro's, noses his ear, catches the gold pendulum of one of his earrings between his teeth and tugs hard enough to yank his head towards that side.
Zoro hisses, hips jerking upwards. His mouth falls open as fingers take hold of his left nipple and pull, and his hands are shaking when he lays his sheathed katana aside and drops one hand into his lap to seize his stiffening length and begin stroking it to full hardness. "Mmm- f-fuck. Let me- take the plug. Stick that thing in my ass 'n- I'll- ah- I'll fuck you, okay? While I'm wearin' it." He closes his eyes, licking his lips again as his pumping fist settles into a satisfyingly vigorous rhythm. "I'll- fuck you here on the floor, or on the bed- or- over there- on the- on the table, if- if you want."
A grunt of excitement accompanies the next, much rougher thrust against his spine, along with a sloppy lick aimed at his pierced lobe and the curve of his ear. "Z-Zoro- Zoro, bend over so I can-" Free hand grasping his shoulder, pushing him forward.
He doesn't protest, allowing his partner to force his rear into the air by shoving his head to the floor. Wrist trapped between his thighs and pinning his throbbing cock against his lower belly, he cradles his balls in his palm, fingers squeezing and rolling them while he thrusts along his own trembling forearm.
Luffy must've discarded the plug temporarily in order to prep him, because there's a slippery fingertip exploring the inner curve of his ass, circling and stroking the puckered flesh between his cheeks. It finds his center and begins applying force that slowly increases until his rim dilates under the pressure, swallowing the entire digit from the first knuckle to the last in one smooth motion as his captain's palm curls to cup his bottom.
"You're still really wet in there," the rubber man groans. He pulls his hand back, withdrawing that single finger- and drives forward again with two. Pumps them twice. Draws back- and thrusts in again with three.
Panting, Zoro tilts his head slightly to grin over his shoulder. "I'm not- mmm, I'm not surprised, con-considering how much of the day we've spent b-banging each other. Bet- bet you're- ah- pretty damn wet yourse-" He gasps, arching his back as the fingers inside him curl suddenly, gliding back and forth over his prostate. "Ah- ah, f-fuck yeah, Sencho, yeah- yeah, right th-" He cries out in shocked protest when the satisfying sensation of pressure and fullness abruptly vanishes. "Luffy-!"
"Zoro, I w-wanna-" Luffy's gripping his ass with both hands, spreading his buttocks farther apart to make his thoroughly lubed, well-used hole gape open wide. "Can I-? Go inside you again, real quick, just one more time before I stick the butt thing in?"
"Mmm, y-yeah, go for it." He can't keep still; his body's rocking, squirming, straining backwards, in search of something- anything- to take away that frustrating empty feeling. "Shoot another load inside my ass 'n then- fuckin'- plug it up with your c-cum insi-" He jolts, hips bucking, as teeth sink into the muscle just above his left buttock, and then moans involuntarily because his captain's already scrambling to mount him from the rear, licking and nipping excitedly at his shoulders and the back of his neck while moving into position, fingers digging into his flanks.
His captain's also leaking fresh pre-cum, glans leaving behind sticky smears where it rubs across the back of his thigh and his perineum and dangling, aching balls until Luffy takes himself in one hand to guide his dick's broad wet head up and down Zoro's crack a few times before bracing to push past his rim into his impatiently waiting body.
Between the most recently introduced round of lubricant and the generous remnants of oil applied prior and mixed with an equally copious amount of semen from being fucked so many times earlier this afternoon, he's slick enough- and well-stretched enough- for Luffy to slide all the way inside him with relative ease. And, given his lover's eagerness to proceed, to dispense entirely with the usual practice of allowing him a few seconds to acclimate to penetration, because the moment his pelvis collides with Zoro's bottom for the first time, Luffy's pulling out again- and immediately plunging forward to deliver the next thrust. Rocking in and out of him with long, firm strokes that make his eyes drift shut and another low, throaty moan tumble from his parted lips as his sphincter clenches, hugging the rigid flesh plunging through it.
Luffy's panting his name, mouthing amorously at the nape of his neck while fondling his pectorals. Clutching and squeezing them together, hauling on his nipples until he actually begins writhing in response to the not-unwelcome twinges of discomfort darting like bolts of lightning through the haze of pleasure clouding his senses. His body spasms, tightening around the dick plunging into it, and then he feels his captain's teeth close forcefully on the spot between his neck and shoulder.
Pain blossoms outwards from the bite and he shudders again more violently, jerking his hips, trying to make Luffy move faster. There's a strangled whimper beside his ear and the fingers playing with his nipples and areolas hook into claws that rake burning lines down his pectorals to grab him by the hips as Luffy's slow strokes explode into frantic, rough lunges that threaten to tumble them both head over heels. The whimper breaks into a string of hoarse "nnn! nnn! nnn!" noises and Zoro gasps sharply as he's bitten several more times on his shoulder and his neck and the juncture between them, eyelids fluttering as excess saliva escapes his lower lip to trickle down his chin.
Exhaling explosively, Luffy comes to a full stop while buried deep inside his rear, pelvis grinding enthusiastically against his ass and hands attempting to pull him closer still. "Z-or- ah! Ah! Zorrr-" His cry devolves into an elongated "nnnrrrghhhh-hhh-hhh-hhh!" and the first mate breathes wavering laughter, amused and delighted that he's succeeded in toppling his partner over the edge into what's clearly an extremely intense climax.
His heart's pounding wildly in his chest, his cock twitching and dribbling a thin line of pre-cum down his forearm, and each time he gives another firm stroke against it, he feels himself squeezing tight around the shaft impaling him.
"Mnn, you- you feel so gooooood," Luffy groans, withdrawing an inch or two only to plunge back inside and resume grinding heavily against him. "Zoro's so- ah- so hot 'n wet…" He continues giving short thrusts for a bit longer, before slowly pulling out with a groan of dismay.
When he slips free entirely, Zoro feels a few stray droplets of cum escape his gaping rim to roll down his quivering perineum, but gravity keeps the greatest volume pooled inside him and he maintains his position- head down, ass upturned- while Luffy fumbles to retrieve the toy he dropped earlier.
The plug's a bit wider in circumference than the dick that's just been inside him, and the swordsman leans his forehead against the floor, puffing and trying to stay relaxed as its girthy tip's trailed back and forth between his buttocks with agonizing leisure, smearing lube and traces of fresh ejaculate all the way from his tailbone to his balls. It presses against his rim, rotates slightly- pushing- pushing- and then it moves away again, and he makes a low sound of aggravation, trying to follow it with his pelvis in hopes of lodging it against his opening long enough to impale himself on it. "God- goddamnit, Sencho! Quit- quit teasing me!"
There's a soft shi-shi-shi from behind him, and the pressure returns to his hole, increasing until his flesh begins dilating wider and wider. Opening to admit the thick spade-like object that his lover's forcing inside him.
He's shivering from head to toe by the time the broadest part of the plug's being worked past his protesting rim. It's not quite as thick as the knot he'd taken that time Luffy'd gotten a little too creative with his dick, but it's damn close, and he can't hold back a short, sharp cry when his straining sphincter resists and then stretches wider- and immediately begins contracting again as his muscles automatically pull the plug deeper.
Luffy utters an awed groan. "Oh, wow, Zoro- your ass just sucked it right in…"
Panting, Zoro leans his weight onto one shoulder and reaches back with an unsteady hand, which Luffy takes without question, guiding the older pirate's fingertips to the place the plug's buried inside him.
He touches the protruding safety base gingerly, gasping when it causes the embedded portion to shift slightly, increasing the internal pressure on his prostate. When he gives it a quick little tug, his rim tries to dilate while the rest of his body fights to retain possession of the toy. He pulls harder, forcing himself to begin releasing it, a strangled sob of pleasure escaping his throat as it stretches his hole wider- wider- and then he relaxes his grip- and his rectal muscles immediately yank it out of his hand, pulling it back inside so quickly that he nearly chokes on his own saliva.
A faint "nnn" comes from behind him, and he looks back to find Luffy gripping himself in one hand and pumping furiously, his face flushed with effort and his mouth hanging open. The rubber man's other hand is hidden from sight behind his back, but given the way he's squirming, it's obvious he's fingering himself while he jerks off.
"O-Oi," Zoro rumbles, throat tightening and cock jumping enthusiastically at the sight. "You better-" He shudders as the plug shifts inside him when he straightens, turning to face his captain. "You better get your- ah- get your f-fingers outta there if you- want me to fuck you."
For a moment or two, Luffy stares back at him with slightly glazed eyes, gasping, but then his gaze focuses and he breaks into a grin that's unmistakably issuing a challenge. "How 'bout- uhn- how 'bout Zoro c-comes over here- 'n- 'n makes me?" He flicks his thumb across the slitted opening in his glans, sending a few droplets of clear fluid spattering to the floor between his knees.
Feeling his own lips part to bare his teeth in an equally feral leer, Zoro growls back, "Better watch what you ask for, 'cause you just might get it-" and then he's in motion, surging out of his crouched position and colliding with Luffy's hunched over body, weaving an arm around his torso and under the arm tucked behind his back. His momentum propelling them both forward, he tenses the muscles in his calves and thighs, rising just before they reach the table in order to slam Luffy down back-first on the flat surface, sending several books and a small stack of parchment and a quill and an ink well - mercifully sealed - scattering in various directions.
Goaded by his lover's startled but joyous laughter and the plug grinding against his prostate with every twist and flex of his pelvis, he drives his erection along Luffy's inner thigh, into the crease separating his hip and lower abdomen, trapping both their dicks between them as he crushes Luffy beneath him.
One of the younger pirate's hands flails out to grip the table's edge. The other shoots upward to seize Zoro by the throat, thumb pressed to his adam's apple. The chokehold's not quite tight enough to make him gag, but it IS firm enough to send chills quivering up and down his spine and a flood of heat rushing through his belly and make the flow of pre-cum from his forcefully twitching cock increase as he begins thrusting more furiously against Luffy's prone body.
"G-Get inside me," his captain demands. "I want- I want Zoro inside me!" Squeezing his windpipe fractionally harder, until the low growl rumbling out of his chest's reverberating there in his throat. "Zoro promised he'd-" A massive shudder goes through Luffy, and a hot flush spreads across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, traveling all the way to the tips of his ears as he stares up into Zoro's eyes, gasping, "You promised. You promised you'd f-fuck me!"
Overwhelmed, last tenuous threads of calm shattered, not sure how long he'll be able to last once he achieves successful penetration- or if he even CAN, with those words ringing in his ears- but not caring, Zoro seizes him by the hips and drags his rear closer to the edge of the table. Hands sliding up the insides of Luffy's thighs, he spreads them wide in one violent motion, fingers squeezing the flesh forcefully enough to produce white bands beneath their grip.
"Zor- Zoro! Zoro- Zoro, fuck me! That's an ORDER!"
He's so agitated, passion fueled by his partner's desperately wanton demands and the ceaseless stimulation of the plug buried and rocking inside him, he can't get lined up properly at first. His glans pushing hard at Luffy's perineum- jabbing fruitlessly at the curve of his ass- but then, as he's snarling in frustration and urgency, voice box vibrating under the increasing pressure of the thumb braced against it-
His tip finally finds the pucker of Luffy's anus, moist with lubricant and previous deposits of cum, and his hips automatically start giving rough, wild lunges. Leaning all his weight forward, he catches Luffy beneath the knees and bends him nearly double while thrusting frantically, shoving through his snug rim one scant inch at a time.
They're both grunting, gasping, making low animalistic noises only occasionally interrupted by Luffy summoning enough breath and saliva to whine out Zoro's name. He's trembling from head to toe, not only his face but his neck and chest heavily flushed, although his hold on the swordsman's throat doesn't falter.
Eventually Zoro's inside- all the way inside- his balls pressed tight to the rubber man's quivering bottom and his attempts to bury himself deeper doing nothing more than shaking the table every time he snaps his hips forward.
"Move! Zoro, MOVE!" Luffy rasps, trying to buck his hips. There's a heavy dribble of moisture oozing continuously from the opening in his glans, forming a thick glistening strand wavering between his dick and his stomach, where it's dripped to form a small puddle. The rope breaks and reforms each time his erection twitches, and as Zoro watches through half-closed eyes, his breathing ragged, the pool of seminal fluid collecting on Luffy's rigid abdominals abruptly overflows and trickles down his heaving side onto the table beneath him.
Cursing deep in his throat, he draws back, groaning when Luffy's body resists, constricted sphincter attempting to hold him inside- looking down to watch open-mouthed as his shaft slowly emerges from his trembling, whimpering captain's hole, engorged tissue slick and pulsing.
He shifts, adjusting his stance, repositions his grip on the undersides of Luffy's knees, and THRUSTS, bare toes curling against the floor as he drives himself back inside.
Beneath him, Luffy arches on the table with a sudden wail, a long burst of cum spurting from his jerking length.
His fingers have increased their grip on Zoro's neck, squeezing tight enough to restrict the swordsman's air, but Zoro doesn't- won't- can't- stop moving. He ignores his protesting lungs, finding a fast, vigorous rhythm that paces the muscular contractions accompanying Luffy's orgasm. Thrusts timed to slide over his prostate, forcing him to shoot harder and farther. Withdrawing while he's clenched almost painfully tight, and oh god oh god Zoro's not going to last much longer like this, not when his lover's so goddamn wet and hot inside and not with those helpless NOISES coming out of him and not when his head's bowed back like that and he's covering himself and the table and the crumpled papers beneath his shuddering frame with spatters of cum.
Lack of fresh oxygen's beginning to make the first mate's head spin, but that dizzy, slightly drunken sensation only adds to the intensity of his own climax when he finally can't hold back any longer and collapses forward onto Luffy, eyes squinted shut and mouth hanging open as his coordination fails and his movements devolve into sloppy, furious lunges while his cock pulses and he empties himself inside his moaning, writhing captain.
Although Luffy's thankfully regained enough presence of mind to release his throat and allow him to draw in some badly-needed air, he's unsteady and wobbling precariously by the time he's finished, the bulk of his weight resting on his partner and the table. Supported and prevented from sliding to the floor by Luffy's legs, wrapped around his midsection with their knees hooked over his hips and ankles crossed in the small of his back, heels digging firmly against his lower spine.
Luffy's arms are draped more loosely around his neck, holding him close, hands petting his sweat-dampened skin and hair while the rubber man croons affectionate nonsense - "Zoro feels so good, Zoro makes ME feel so good, he made me cum so hard" - beside his ear and nosing at his ear, making his earrings sway and clink together. Nuzzling his cheek and jaw until he lifts his head slightly and then pressing kisses to his panting mouth.
"I hope- none of- those papers were anything important," Zoro groans thickly when he's finally collected himself enough to speak. Elbows braced on the table on either side of Luffy's torso, he sags gratefully into his embrace, disregarding the cum splattered on his chest and stomach. "-'though I- I guess they'll dry- they'll dry eventually."
"Prob'ly," Luffy agrees carelessly, fingers trailing through his hair and kneading lightly at the base of his skull. He unhooks his ankles to brace one heel against the wide safety base of the plug still buried between the swordsman's buttocks and rock it gently inside him, making him gasp and give a rough, involuntary jerk with his hips, pushing his softening cock deeper just when it's about to slip free.
"Ah! C-careful, Sencho, I'm-" He cries out as one of Luffy's hands leaves his hair to glide down his back and get a better grip on the toy, giving small tugs and periodically twisting, rotating the entire thing inside him as he works it back and forth.
"Mmm, Zoro's still super sensitive…"
"You're not- oh, oh god- you're not the only one who c-came really har-"
The tension on the plug increases and Zoro arches, panting harder as he feels it slowly easing free despite his body's resistance. He clenches his teeth, pressing his forehead against his lover's neck with a strangled groan and clinging to him while his rim stretches wider- wider- until the object suddenly pops out of him with a sudden gush of warm fluid. Only for Luffy to slide the tip in several teasing circles around his gaping, throbbing hole- and then beginning to push it slowly back inside, laughing breathlessly in his ear when his sphincter greedily sucks it the entire way into his ass the moment it passes the halfway point, making him shudder uncontrollably. "Shishishi…you can't stop shaking, can you?"
"Oh- oh fuck-" Arching as the toy's given another firm, steady tug but this time allowed to resettle before it can slip out. "If you're- if you're gonna k-keep doin' me- like that- we gotta- ahhh- we gotta go lay down 'cause-" His thighs and calves are starting to tremble more violently, his knees threatening to buckle beneath him. "-my- my legs don't wanna hold me up."
Luffy struggles upright on the table, his movements ejecting Zoro's now-flaccid cock along with a small torrent of cum that spills past his dilated rim to patter softly onto the floor below. He rises, scooping up the older pirate just as his legs finally give out and carries him directly to the bed and its rumpled sheets with one arm cradling his back and the other hooked beneath one knee so he can continue playing idly with the toy inside him.
Rolling onto his belly once he's lowered to the mattress, Zoro pushes a half-empty bottle of lube and several dildos aside to give himself enough room to drag the pillow against his chest and work it clumsily under his body to raise his hips. Biting the inside of his cheek to stifle a moan as his captain's hands grope between his spread thighs, one easing his genitals out from under his body, its palm settling on his balls and limp moist dick to roll and squeeze the sensitive tissue, while the other resumes teasing him mercilessly by rocking and twisting and withdrawing and reinserting the plug.
There's no way he'll get hard again so soon, but oh fuck, it feels amazing- and close to being more than his frazzled, over-sensitized nerves can stand directly after cumming so forcefully. Especially when Luffy finds an angle that puts constant, stroking pressure on just the right place, until all at once the dull heat in his lower belly erupts, sending a pleasurable spasm through his groin. He makes a sharp sound and grinds his hips several times against the pillow beneath them, fingertips clawing into the sheets.
"Ahhh," Luffy gasps, sounding surprised but pleased. "Zoro- Zoro, are you cumming again? You're not even-" His hand curls around the head of the swordsman's cock, kneading the soft flesh as the unexpected orgasm sends a second dribble of thin liquid flowing directly into his palm.
Zoro cries out, spine arching and more cum squirting from his tip as the anal plug's pulled from his body and tossed carelessly aside so Luffy can scoot forward to take its place, pushing inside and crouching over him straddling his buttocks as he thrusts rapidly between them, clutching his shoulder and the back of his neck to keep his balance.
"T-Tight- mmmgh- you're so-" Panting hard, his lover plunges fully into him and stays there, rocking, hips swiveling so his buried shaft twists in first one direction and then the other within the slick walls of his ass. "So- ah!" Unleashing a flurry of quick hard thrusts that produce audible wet slapping noises and pound his pelvis into the mattress.
Gasping Luffy's name between ragged grunts, Zoro writhes under him, fighting to buck upwards to meet his frantic plunging, but it's difficult to move. The hands gripping his shoulders and neck are crushing his upper body against the bed, leaving him puffing brokenly at the sheets beneath his cheek while he's fucked mercilessly, and he's dimly aware that he's going to be sore as hell tomorrow but- god, GOD, Luffy's so thick and hot and so slick inside him, dick making the most deliciously obscene "SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK" sound as it slips in and out of his drenched hole, and there's slippery moisture trickling down his perineum and the insides of his thighs. His captain's cum- all those loads of it left deep within his tense, throbbing passage- mingled with lube.
Luffy stiffens abruptly over him, uttering a wavering moan that deepens into a growl while his hips churn in short grinding motions. The hand he's bracing on the back of Zoro's neck squeezes punishingly tight, pushing down, forcing the older pirate's nose and open, gasping mouth into the sheets.
He can feel his partner's dick pulsing, twitching in the constricted confines of his rim as it fires short but heavy bursts of semen, each powerful spurt accompanied by a "nnGGHHH!" that bursts past Luffy's clenched teeth forcefully enough that his hot breath gusts briefly against the sheen of sweat on Zoro's back, sending chills skittering across his overheated skin.
Eventually Luffy sags down to collapse bonelessly atop his prone body, nearly sobbing at the intensity of his release while stroking the swordsman's rib cage and sides with shaking hands and nuzzling affectionately at him, pressing trembling kisses to his shoulders and neck and the upturned side of his face.
Zoro sighs, the sound low and long and wavering and full of content exhaustion, frame tensing as he stretches and chuckles tiredly at the helpless little moan beside his ear when his movements cause Luffy's slowly-deflating erection to shift, sliding out a bit before settling deeper inside him. "Mmm… I finally- uhn- wear you out, Sencho? I swear, sometimes I- think you're insatiable."
"I can't help it. Zoro feels too- too g-good, no matter what we're doin'…" Luffy gives a brief wiggle of his hips, almost as though he's debating whether or not he can go another round- much to Zoro's consternation, because despite all the lubrication and not particularly wanting to stop, he's getting kind of sore. Thankfully, for the sake of his aching body at least, his lover instead opts to settle back down and merely tuck one leg a little higher alongside him to make it easier to keep their bodies joined until he's no longer firm enough to stay buried inside.
The warmth and weight of him's soothing, and it doesn't take long for Zoro's eyelids to start trying to drift shut. "Oi… oi, you think we got-" He yawns. "… mmm… got enough time for a nap before somebody gets fed up bein' locked outta the room?"
"I thought the tie on the knob was s'pose to give me 'n Zoro all the time we wanted," Luffy murmurs, nosing affectionately at his pierced lobe and into the hollow behind his ear.
Zoro snorts laughter. "You really think THAT'S gonna keep the cook from kickin' the door down?"
"But the tie was Sanji's idea!"
"Mmhmm…" Stretching, he shifts out from beneath Luffy, inhaling sharply when his movement finishes dislodging the softened flesh that's already slipping from between his buttocks, allowing a heavy trickle of fluid to escape onto the sheets under his rear. He rolls to face his captain, curling an arm around his midsection and drawing him close. "Only 'cause he got sick of walkin' in, accidentally catchin' us with our dicks out."
He's grinning against Luffy's neck as the younger pirate laughs out loud over his shoulder. What the cook had grumbled, before selecting the most threadbare of his ties and slapping it down at the foot of their shared bunk, had been something along the lines of "I'm getting really sick of feeling like I'm taking my shitty life in my hands every time I wanna walk into the damn room." And then insisted they loop the thing over the outside door knob every time they get the urge to tear off each other's clothing, to warn returning crew members that it's in their best interests to KNOCK instead of just barging in and getting an unexpected eyeful.
Which is actually- Zoro muses- a very real risk given Luffy's astounding ability to launch a spurt of cum like his dick's a fucking CANNON.
In any case, since their nakama all headed out on errands immediately after breakfast this morning, they've had the room to themselves- and the tie on the door- for most of the day. Fucking, napping, fucking, and devouring pretty much every scrap of food they'd found in the room. But mostly fucking, because they'd both been seriously pent up following the headlong assault on Enies Lobby to rescue Robin. Their combined attack on the Aqua Laguna from the engine of the sea train, in particular, had supercharged their libidos to the extent they'd been ready to jump each other while changing out of their soaked clothes once back inside, and only Nami's ferocious scolding and the threat of being indebted for life had convinced them to get dressed instead of tumbling nude onto the nearest padded bench and going at it in full view of their crew mates and allies.
And once they'd returned to Water Seven-
Leaning his head back to study Luffy's sleepy expression, Zoro brushes stray locks of hair away from his captain's eyes with gentle fingers before closing in again to press a soft kiss to his parted lips, rolling him slowly onto his back and moving partially over him. Luffy returns the gesture gladly, hands rising to cradle his jaw, but there's a laziness to the movement of the rubber man's mouth and tongue that makes it clear he's extremely worn out despite sleeping more than forty-eight hours in the last three days.
Having so much energetic sex probably hasn't helped, the swordsman considers with a brief stab of guilt. At least he doesn't have those big dark circles under his eyes anymore- but I better let 'im get some more sleep…
He draws back reluctantly, only to have his boyfriend tug him down for another kiss, even more languid than the last.
When Luffy eventually releases him and settles against the mattress, simply too drowsy to continue, he's barely able to keep his eyes open but he's smiling. "… oi… Zoro…"
"Mmm? Y-" Biting back another yawn. Just looking at Luffy and hearing the fatigue in his voice is reminding Zoro how badly he could use more rest himself. "-yeah, Sencho?"
"… you think we'll… have a bed like this?" Luffy's eyelids flutter shut, but a moment later, he forces them back open. "… on the ship Franky's building. Our new ship."
"I don't know. I guess we'll find out."
"… I hope so… 'cause… I wanna fall asleep like this all the time…"
"Heh. Yeah, Sencho… me too."
Sighing as Zoro shifts to sink down beside him, Luffy turns to snuggle into his arms so they're lying face-to-face again. "… I wonder what it's gonna look like…" He leans his temple against the older pirate's collarbone, one hand rising so he can trail his fingertips slowly back and forth over his scar-bisected chest. "… what the-" He yawns enormously. "… mmn… what the new ship's gonna… look like…"
"Oi, quit tryna make yourself stay awake," Zoro scolds gently. "-'n just go to sleep already." He slips the hand he's been resting on Luffy's side behind his back to stroke his spine, fingers moving in small soothing circles as they descend to just above his partner's buttocks, where he continues rubbing with a bit more pressure. Smiling when Luffy gives a little moan and melts against him.
He's probably going to end up with a big river of drool running down his sternum with his captain's face nuzzled into his neck like this… but that's alright. Lying here naked with Luffy sprawled warm and heavy in his arms is worth a lot more than a little spit- and besides, he thinks when he draws up one leg to settle it more comfortably between Luffy's thighs and becomes instantly more aware of the slippery mess between his shifting buttocks, I- we- already need a shower.
He tucks his nose into his lover's hair, breathing in the strong, familiar, welcome scent of him.
Eventually they'll have to get up, repair the damage done to the desk's contents - Zoro's pretty certain they've ruined most of the parchment - and pay a much-needed visit to the Galley La headquarter's bathhouse. But for now, he's content to continue basking in the afterglow of some damn good sex and possibly take a nice long nap with Luffy dozing peacefully against his chest.