Nearly losing his balance as he tries to freeze mid-step with the toe of one sandal still planted on the Adam wood planks of the dining hall and the other foot hovering just above but not quite touching the tile floor of the room beyond, Luffy's certain he's about to meet an unfortunate end. But to his surprise and immense relief, however- and before he can gather his wits enough to blurt out an excuse or explanation and accidentally give himself away- Chopper sways, eyelids fluttering shut again, and then flops back down onto the cushions. He's smacking his lips and mumbling something incomprehensible about cotton candy as he wriggles around to face the wall behind the couch and settles back into sleep.
Luffy continues eyeing the diminutive reindeer for a few moments, waiting anxiously to see if he's really in the clear or if he's about to get chased back out onto the deck again and forced to flee down the staircase to the lawn, ducking and weaving and dodging to avoid yet another whirlwind of furiously swinging hooves. Each attempt he's made to weedle, cajole or bribe his way into the infirmary today has left Chopper more annoyed with him- and more inclined to inflict bodily harm ON him- so if he's caught sneaking in after being repeatedly and so emphatically banned from crossing the threshold-
To be honest, the prospect of having his head knocked clean off his shoulders bothers Luffy a great deal less than the thought of betraying Chopper's trust in him. But even the renewed onslaught of guilt he feels knowing he's deliberately disregarding the clearly defined directives of his crew's physician isn't a strong enough deterrent to prevent the Straw Hat captain from following his instincts. Biting his lower lip, he brings his attention back to the doorway he'd been in the process of tiptoeing through before the untimely interruption caused by Chopper sitting up unexpectedly in his sleep.
He understands WHY he's been told to stay away, knows the doctor's only concerned with ensuring Zoro gets enough rest and recovers quickly without complications, but- Chopper didn't hear him last night. Didn't-
Okay, Luffy's forced to concede as he resumes creeping forwards, turning to shuffle sideways for the next few steps so he can slip past the half-closed door without needing to push it farther open and risk a squeal of hinges betraying his presence- so it's not like HE'D been able to really see much of Zoro EITHER, at least not beyond the vaguest outline of him shifting within the heavy cloak of shadows smothering the banquet hall. But the darkness hadn't mattered. He hadn't needed to SEE Zoro to register the bruising pressure of the swordsman's desperately clutching fingers or the tremors quaking through his battered frame. Or feel the dampness on his face. Those tacky trails of what were unmistakably drying tears…
Turning away from the door- which he's pleasantly surprised he managed to ease shut behind him with no more than the faintest of clicks- Luffy's gratified to discover that the ship's infirmary is nowhere near as dark as the castle ruins. Between the pale beams of moonlight streaming through the round panel of glass set in the door leading to the stern and the warm bronze glow of the wall-mounted lantern flickering above the desk, he can easily discern the shape of his first mate stretched out on the room's single cot, partially covered by a thin sheet that must've started out tucked neatly around him but now lays in a tangled skein stretched across his bandaged torso and thighs.
The rumpled bedding isn't the only indication Zoro hasn't been sleeping well. Even now, his brow's visibly furrowed in distress and his head's turning restlessly from one side to the other on the spot where his pillow presumably rested before his constant tossing and turning knocked it to the floor. A low groan issues from his parted lips, and first one bare leg begins to twitch, then the other, and it's not long before they're both in jerky motion, dislodging the bed's fitted sheet at the bottom of the mattress where he's digging his heels against it.
These movements are fitful at first, but when his face crumples in dismay and the tossing of his head suddenly intensifies, his legs begin to thrash and kick with increased vigor as well. His fingers snap open and closed, clutching helplessly at the empty air on either side of him, and shortly after his left hand spasms shut, digits curling into a clumsy fist, it swings out to strike the nearby wall, connecting with a solid whump that rattles the unlit lamp fixture above the headboard.
Concerned but not particularly taken aback given the events of the previous night, Luffy scrambles up beside Zoro without a second thought, not even taking the time to shed his sandals before dropping into the curve of his boyfriend's side. Snaking all four limbs securely around him, nuzzling into the sweat-dampened side of his neck and holding on for dear life as he continues to twist and writhe in the grip of whatever nightmare's presently tormenting him.
When the shock of having his mobility so abruptly and firmly restricted startles Zoro awake, the green-haired pirate jolts back to consciousness with a ragged gasp and a spasm violent enough to shake the entire bed frame. For a few agonizing moments he's completely unresponsive where he lies encircled by Luffy's arms, rigid and motionless save for a violent trembling that surges through him like there's a live electrical current running riot through every muscle. His nightmare-addled, terror-stricken mind evidently rendering him unable to function while it wavers indecisively between his fight and flight responses.
Then there's a dry, painful-sounding noise from the back of his throat as he swallows, followed by a long, weary, shuddering sigh as the tension begins to slowly drain from his muscles… until all at once Zoro's entire body goes limp and he sags boneless and panting in the captain's embrace, his lungs pulling in great, greedy gulps of air as he struggles to regain control of them.
Eventually his breathing eases, sounding less strained and more regular, but it takes longer for his racing pulse to slow as well. His heartbeat remains fierce and frenetic beneath Luffy's cheek and ear for another five minutes or so before it too finally settles into a less erratic rhythm and the rubber man allows his limbs to fall slack around his partner. He doesn't let go though. Now that he's no longer in danger of being thrown free, he's content to do nothing but sprawl here listening to that reassuringly steady thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump. Feeling the rise and fall of Zoro's chest gradually change pace until the older pirate's respiration matches his own breathing, exhalations soft and warm against the upturned side of his face.
Zoro's right arm is trapped between their bodies, pinned to his side, but the left is free to let the swordsman's hand wander under the hem of Luffy's vest to settle on the bare skin beneath it, calloused palm and fingers splayed wide on his waist and lower back as they apply gentle pressure to draw him closer.
They lie together holding one another in that comfortable silence for so long that Luffy's close to dozing off, lulled by the sound of Zoro's heartbeat, when he's roused from impending slumber by the rumble emanating from the older pirate's chest.
"-believe Chopper actually let you in, not after he was so pissed earlier."
Luffy's too distracted to reply at first, his brain temporarily hijacked by the undeniably sensual shiver he'd felt ripple all the way from his tailbone to the nape of his neck on hearing that throaty reverberation directly beneath his ear. He does catch enough of his first mate's words, however, to give him an involuntary squeeze at the unwelcome reminder of how much shouting there'd been this morning when the two of them had been discovered fast asleep in each other's arms. Thanks to the bedsheet being claimed by gravity at some point during the hours before dawn, thereby rendered useless where it lay in a pile on the cobblestone floor, they'd both been naked save for Zoro's unraveling bandages- the trailing ends of which hadn't been sufficient to hide much of anything. Not that being modestly covered would've saved them from their Zoan crewmate's ire; they'd positively reeked of sex- at least according to Chopper and his sensitive nose.
Although the doctor had been furious with them both, he'd unleashed the bulk of the verbal abuse on Luffy and mostly just glared daggers at Zoro, likely in deference to the severity of his injuries.
The captain grimaces, knowing how much trouble he'll be in, should Chopper wake up and decide to check on his patient. I'll get CLOBBERED. He groans internally. Maybe if I lock the door to the dining hall 'n just- I dunno- run out the back? I mean, ZORO'S sure not gonna open the door for him, so he'll have to go the long way 'round the deck to get in 'cause it's not like he'd actually try to BREAK THE DOOR DOWN or anything… right?
Seeing his expression of growing chagrin and the wary glances he's casting around the room, Zoro snorts muffled laughter. "Oh, shit, he doesn't know you're in here, does he. How the hell'd you sneak past him without getting busted?" The swordsman's speaking in hushed tones, keeping the volume of his voice low to avoid putting additional strain on his sore throat and vocal chords, but he already sounds a lot better than he did yesterday. Or at least it SEEMS like he sounds better. Given his boyfriend's penchant for pretending he's perfectly fine when in reality he's barely conscious from blood loss, exhaustion, or a combination of both- a stunt he's pulled numerous times now since they met- Luffy's learned not to make assumptions.
Especially when he's almost positive Zoro's doing the same thing right now- trying to disguise the true magnitude of his pain and fatigue with a bemused smile and teasing words.
It probably wouldn't be so obvious from across the room or possibly even from a few feet away, but lying here close enough to share the older pirate's breath, Luffy can't miss how widely his pupils are dilated. They're much larger than necessitated by the dim light, and his eyes are half-lidded and slightly distant, as though he's having difficulty concentrating.
He's also become overly engrossed in running his fingers lightly up and down Luffy's back beneath his vest, tracing slow circular patterns on his bare skin as they follow the contours of his spine. The roughness of his hand and the occasional scrape of nails raising prickles of gooseflesh and making it increasingly difficult to focus on anything beyond his touch.
Calm down, dumbass- quit thinking with your dick! Luffy scolds himself silently. You're ALREADY gonna be in some real deep shit if Chopper finds out you snuck in here, but it'll be SO much WORSE if he walks in on you tryna get down Zoro's pants. Not that Zoro's currently WEARING any pants, since treating and re-bandaging his wounds has proven far easier without clothing to repeatedly remove… and with the unbidden recollection that his swordsman is bare-assed and free-balling under the rumpled bit of blanket still draped haphazardly over his pelvis, Luffy's dick- the dick he's most definitely NOT supposed to be thinking about using- gives a tremendous, eager lurch within the shrinking confines of his shorts.
He bites the inside of his cheek, acutely aware of the pleasurable tension and heat swirling in his lower belly and the dull ache in his groin that's urging him to move, to satisfy his body's rising demand for friction and pressure. It would be so easy- and, oh god, he knows it would feel so, so good- to start rolling his hips and rubbing himself against Zoro. To lean forward over his lover and allow the weight of his own body to trap his rapidly growing erection beneath him, sandwiching the throbbing shaft between his abdomen and the older pirate's well-muscled thigh and grinding against the firm flesh. Just for a few slow, satisfying strokes and just long enough to take the edge off. Just long enough to-
NOPE. NOPE-NOPE-NOPE. FORGET ABOUT IT. You're here to help Zoro get back to sleep, NOT rub your junk all over him! Get him back to sleep 'n if you're still too horny to ignore your dick after that, you can always go jerk off a couple times in the bathhouse or the crow's nest or wherever. You're not gonna die if you don't get laid every night. You went a whole seventeen years without all the extra stuff before you met Zoro, 'n you survived that just fine! 'Sides, it's not like he's goin' anywhere- this's only for a few days, just 'til he feels better. REALLY feels better 'n isn't just FAKING IT to make everybody leave 'im alone.
"Sencho-?"
Realizing he's been silently staring into space for so long that Zoro's now peering at him, one eyebrow quirked and gaze no longer quite so unfocused but looking steadily more alert with his growing curiosity, Luffy takes a deep breath, wishing fervently that his burgeoning boner would catch a clue and go the hell away. It's so hard to think- TOO hard to think when HE'S hard.
"I, uh... I waited outside on the deck 'n kept lookin' in the windows 'til I saw him curled up on the couch," he admits, finally acknowledging his swordsman's question. "Sanji was in the kitchen when I snuck in again, 'n when we saw each other, at first I thought HE'D be the one throwin' me out instead of Chopper, but all he did was tell me the dishes were done 'n say he was goin' to bed 'n to have a good night." Luffy frowns. "It's not even that late yet but everybody else went to bed already too! Dunno why they're all so tired- I mean, I'M fine!" The hand stroking his back pauses and- looking up again to see Zoro's eyes have narrowed in concern and no small degree of alarm- he hurriedly adds, "Well, okay, not EVERYBODY'S asleep. Franky's on watch 'n he took Brook on rounds with him- to show him how we do 'em."
Hearing this, his swordsman relaxes again, the tension fading from the corners of his mouth and around his eyes where its sudden development had briefly darkened his gaze.
"Zooorooo, you don't gotta worry about stuff like that right now!"
"I'm your first mate, Luffy- I'm supposed to worry about that shit ALL the time. It's my jo-"
"Chopper would say Zoro's JOB is to GET BETTER 'n THEN he can worry about who's on watch when," Luffy scolds. "-'n since Chopper's not here to say it, I'M sayin' it."
"He also said he didn't want you in here climbin' all over me," the older pirate fires back, although it's definitely only an observation and not a genuine complaint, given the teasing lilt of his voice. "-but here you are." And seeing the rubber man opening his mouth to protest: "Oi, oi, oi- don't you even start up with that 'but Zorooo, I do what I waaant, 'cause I'm the captaaain' BS or I swear I'll fuckin' thump you one."
"But I AM the captain, though," He knows he sounds petulant but doesn't care. "-so you gotta listen to me when I say you don't gotta worry about anything but getting better." The declaration of which earns him a scowl, but he just keeps staring meaningfully at Zoro until his swordsman breaks eye contact in reluctant submission and allows his head to drop back to the mattress with a huff of exasperation.
"Okay, fine, Sencho- but the minute I'm outta this damn bed-"
"The minute Chopper LETS Zoro outta this damn bed."
Zoro makes a noncommittal noise before letting his head loll to one side, mumbling, "... yeah, yeah, whatever…" The hand resting on Luffy's lower back resumes caressing his spine, assuring him that despite the gruff words and the display of irritation, his boyfriend isn't angry with him. Just very frustrated by his injuries and with being confined to this bed.
Mollified, the younger man scoots a bit higher to bring his lips even with Zoro's mouth and reward him with a kiss that probably involves a lot more tongue than it should, given the circumstances, but his swordsman's touch is making it incredibly hard to keep his composure. And definitely too hard to stay still. His pelvis keeps wanting to thrust forwards in an instinctive search for greater physical contact every time Zoro's fingers apply a bit more pressure in their meandering exploration.
The suddenness and intensity of the affectionate gesture prompts a grunt of surprise from his partner- but then Zoro's opening wider for him, head tilting slightly to assist in deepening the kiss, and he feels the hand on his back begin moving with new purpose. Fingers seeking the waistband of his shorts and working their way beneath it, until they've groped far enough inside to curl around one of his ass cheeks and squeeze.
The arm curled over Luffy's hip flexes, dragging him closer and forcing his groin flush with his first mate's thigh, and he can't hold back the strangled whimper that rises in his throat at the sensation of hot pleasure throbbing through his semi-erect cock where it's pinned between their bodies.
Zoro rumbles low laughter against his lips before breaking away with obvious reluctance to peer up at him, mouth caught somewhere between a smile and a smirk. "Alright, now I KNOW you've got a deathwish…"
"I can't help it!" Luffy groans. He's managing to resist the urge to start furiously dry-humping the thigh now wedged tight between his legs, BARELY, but his lower half refuses to stop making involuntary little twitching motions that nudge his stiffening length more firmly against it. "Zoro was TOUCHING me, 'n I just-" His breath catches and he squeezes his eyes shut, acutely aware of the contrast of slippery warmth and rough fabric as his leaking glans rubs at the inside of his shorts.
"How the hell are you so pent up?" His boyfriend shifts for a better grip on his ass, palm bearing down hard on his rump to make his hips push forwards. Easing back, then doing it again. "I thought for sure you'd've jerked it like twenty times already today since you didn't get off last night."
Eyes remaining closed, Luffy begins to pant softly as he allows Zoro's hand to guide him into a slow rocking rhythm. "Too- too busy, tryna get in here 'n- see you."
"Figures, doesn't it? Chopper thinks he's gonna keep me safe from your dick, only what he REALLY does is make sure you've got the absolute worst case of blue balls possible when you finally do manage to sneak in..." Lips and tongue press to his open mouth, addressing it with a brief but passionate and sympathetic kiss. "Poor Sencho…"
"Oi- Zoro?" No longer fighting his body's desire to move, Luffy clings to his first mate, leaning his forehead against his chin. "Can I- mmn- can I ask you somethin'?"
Zoro nuzzles into his hair, making a throaty, inquisitive sound that he supposes must be encouragement to continue.
"If-" He bites his lower lip, hesitating, then delivers his question in a rush. "If I didn't have a dick, would Zoro still want me?" A thought he's been turning over and over in his head since waking up this morning, thanks to that strange dream, and one he doesn't understand why he's found so difficult to shake.
"If you-?" The hand on his bottom's gone still, his swordsman no longer urging him to move but frowning up at him, brow creased in confusion. "Like, if you LOST it somehow?" And when he shakes his head in the negative. "Okay… then do you mean… if you were a girl?"
Luffy's come to a halt as well, and honestly, he's just as puzzled himself. "No? I mean, I don't think so? Like, if I was still ME- if I was the same as I am now, 'cept I had a hole."
"Technically you DO have a hole, though. I mean, you got a hole right here in your-"
The captain gives a huff of impatience, wriggling under the fingertips stroking lightly between his buttocks. "NO, not THAT hole- the OTHER kind. Y'know- the flappy one somebody's got if there's two holes down there." He's heard Nami quite casually refer to that particular body part more than once as a cunt, but the word just seems so DIRTY, and "hey, Zoro, what would you think if I had a VAGINA" is way too weird and clinical-sounding, so he's settled on the most neutral term he knows.
"Okay- then you DO mean a vag." A better word than his, Luffy supposes, or at least one that's a lot less vulgar than "cunt" but also not so formal you'd find it printed on an anatomy diagram in one of Chopper's medical journals. "So what you mean is… you, right now, only- with a vag instead of a dick." Seeing him nod, Zoro blinks. "Uh… well, I guess I can honestly say I never considered it before? Luffy, you know you can always ask me anything, but- what the heck even got you started with THIS?"
"That dream I had last night. Remember? I told Zoro I had a super horny dream with him in it 'n that was why I woke up with a boner?"
"Yeah, you did mention that… 'n you also said it was a good dream 'til it wasn't. Does that mean-" There's a note of genuine distress creeping into Zoro's voice. "Did- did I get upset in your dream when I found out whatever was in your pants was different than I expected? Like, did I freak out on you 'n say or DO somethi-"
"Huh? Oh- no. Dream-you wasn't surprised at all. He just acted like it was totally normal. Dream-me did too 'n-" Luffy feels heat rising in his face at the images surfacing in his mind. Along with the memory of something else. "All of you kept sayin' 'he' talkin' about me to each other even though I had a- a pussy." Another term he's heard that seems relatively inoffensive, although he has NO IDEA what vaginas could possibly have to do with CATS. "So I was definitely still a guy, only-"
"All of-? Hang on- all of WHO?"
The rubber man swallows, his hips giving an involuntarily roll. "All of ZORO. 'Cause you did- I dunno- SOMETHING, but whatever it was, all of a sudden there were THREE of you. Three Zoros 'n only one of me- but since I had two holes, it meant I could get two of the Zoros' dicks in-" He stifles a yelp as the hand still cupping his bottom clamps down hard.
"Sencho, you-" Zoro's voice is choked, low and rough. "You mean, I didn't just tag-team fuck you along with a couple… duplicates of… MYSELF- but we actually-" He swallows audibly. "Two of us fucked you, both at the same time? One of us in each-"
"Mmm-mmhnn," Luffy moans in assent, overwhelmed by how tightly he's being clutched, feeling the pulse of his own heartbeat pounding in his cock as it grinds into his lover's upper thigh. "Two of you- in me d-down there 'n I was- I was gonna let the th-third one- put it- in my mouth." Before that could happen, of course, the dream had changed- had gotten scary- and then he'd woken up, but he still remembers how badly he'd wanted them- the Zoros- HIS Zoros- pinning him between their cocks.
"Tell me," his swordsman growls. Zoro's eyes are dark with lust and excitement- a great deal more than he would've thought possible given the whole "so I dreamed I had a pussy 'n you stuck your dick in it" scenario- and the way his gaze is burning into Luffy sends the younger pirate's stomach into giddy cartwheels.
"I thought Z-Zoro only- liked dicks," he gasps. His own twitching forcefully, the throbbing ache in the shaft making his hips squirm and his head swim.
"Apparently so long as it's junk attached to YOU, I'm way less picky about parts than I thought." Hand withdrawing from his shorts to tug insistently on his waistband. "Now get these things off before you rub yourself raw. I wanna feel how hard you are without a bunch of damn clothes in the way."
"But without a dick, I- I wouldn't have anything to put inside you."
"You'd still have fingers, Sencho. Fingers 'n a tongue 'n-" Zoro pulls harder, yanking this way and that until the curves of Luffy's buttocks are exposed. "-'n there's always toys. The strap things we saw in the shop on Water Seven where we got all the dildos 'n butt plugs 'n stuff. Or those double-ended dong things." He noses the rubber man's ear, swirls his tongue into the hollow behind it, nips sharply at the lobe. "We'd still find plenty of ways for you to fuck me."
"So Zoro would-" He arches against his boyfriend's bandaged torso as his erection springs free of the shorts being worked clumsily past his hips and down his thighs. "You'd really still w-want me?"
"I'm ALWAYS gonna want you, dumbass," Zoro chides, face nuzzling into his neck, mouth latching momentarily onto the sensitive skin there with a degree of suction that makes him whine and begin to thrust helplessly. "YOU, Luffy. 'Cause there's a hell of a lot more to you than just your dick."
"O-Oh, okay. Good."
"Now TELL me, Sencho. Tell me how I- how WE- ended up railin' you in both holes at the same time."
The pressure against Luffy's straining cock disappears suddenly and he utters a small cry of protest and dismay before realizing his first mate's not getting up but only shifting positions, rolling over to face him. Leaving absolutely no questions about how the revelation of the dream's affected him, because hot, rigid flesh prods him in the lower belly, Zoro's shaft sliding against his own with a delicious friction that makes his toes curl and reminds him that he's still wearing his sandals.
A few moments of ungainly flailing sends his forgotten footwear tumbling to the floor- along with his shorts and vest- and allows him to maneuver a hand between their bodies and close trembling fingers around both lengths. One of Zoro's hands joins it, folding over his fist to help him stroke.
"How'd it feel," his lover croons. "-having two of me fuck you?"
"Zoro- ate me out first," he moans back, thumbing the thick beads of pre-cum from their tips and smearing the clear fluid across them. "Ate out my- my ass 'n stuck his t-tongue way, way up inside, but he- another one of 'im- another Zoro- ate me out up front too…" A fresh trickle seeps from the slit at his cock's crown, and this time it's his swordsman's thumb that gathers the moisture and transfers it to the sensitive spot at the underside of his glans, rubbing firm little circles there until the muscles in his abdomen and thighs are jumping and his breath's erratic. "S-Sucked the- the little thing I h-had down there, the same- way he always- sucks my d- my dick. Like- like he wants to- eat me alive."
"Did I make- mmm- did I make my captain feel good?" Zoro asks in a husky rumble that makes him shudder. "Did I make him cum?"
"You- you put f-fingers in me. Not just my ass but- in my- my other hole. I was all w-wet in there, like- really, REALLY wet- even without- any lube, 'n you-" Working his fist faster as the tension in his lower belly mounts, Luffy leans his forehead against Zoro's shoulder, staring down to where they're pressed together, sliding alongside each other in the snug tunnel formed by their joined hands. "You- uhn-uhn- you started f-finger-fuckin' me- real fast- 'til- 'til-"
"... 'til you came for me, huh? You- you gonna c-cum for me now too?"
"Zor- Zoooro- I'm-"
"Do it, Sencho- cum for me." Parted lips brush his temple, Zoro's quick, ragged breaths tickling his overheated skin and the slick thumb pressed against his frenulum moving in relentless strokes until his impending orgasm is a heavy, burning ball rotating slowly in his gut, making him feel like a primed cannon with an open flame licking its ignition chamber. "Let it all out."
The ache in Luffy's balls deepens into a cramp that brings actual tears to the corners of his eyes, making him try to curl his body into a tight comma around the hands pumping furiously between his legs- and then he spasms, back arching with enough violence that he nearly flings himself backwards off the bed. Fortunately his partner manages to throw a leg over him at the last moment to keep him from tumbling to the floor, but the truth is, he barely registers his own close call. He's cumming too hard to notice.
His dick jerks convulsively with each pulse of semen exploding from its tip, sending wet streams up his torso, over the rumpled bedding, onto Zoro's shoulder and neck. One particularly copious volley paints a glistening streak across his swordsman's bicep before spattering the wall behind him.
Teeth clenched to keep himself from crying out, the rubber man's breathing through his nose so heavily that he can see white spots dancing and twirling in his vision. He's only vaguely aware of Zoro murmuring encouragement, voice full of throaty satisfaction and praise, before tensing beside him while he spills his own release over their laced fingers.
Luffy doesn't actually pass out- or at least he's pretty sure he doesn't- but for a short while the tiny fairy lights or stars or whatever he's seeing through his half-lidded eyes grow so numerous and expansive that everything around him goes hazy and indistinct. Zoro's hair becomes nothing but a pastel green smear in the weird mosaic created by the infirmary's shadows and the hallucinatory light his pleasure-blurred brain's summoned, and for one terrifying moment, he's at least three-quarters convinced his swordsman isn't really there at all- HASN'T been ever since the crater and the- blood, too much blood, even for Zoro-
Stricken by panic, he gropes helplessly in the direction of that verdant blur- only to release a strangled squawk of surprise when there's an unexpected yank on his dick, prompted by his outstretched fingertips colliding with his lover's face and making him recoil involuntarily in pain, spewing curses, without first letting go.
"THE HELL, Luffy, why'd you j-" Zoro demands while reaching up to rub at himself, only to immediately jerk his hand away again. "SHIT! Ow, fuck fuck- son-of-!" He scrubs frantically across his nose and cheek with the back of his forearm. "Fuckin' jizz in my goddamn eye!"
Struggling into a seated position, Luffy surveys the older pirate with dismay. He's accidentally unloaded in his own face enough times to know how awful it feels getting an eyeful of cum. The stuff BURNS. "What'd- what'd Zoro do THAT for?"
"I didn't do it on purpose, Luffy!" his swordsman growls, attempting to glare up at him but only managing a grotesque grimace because his right eye can't decide whether to continue blinking furiously or try to squint completely shut around the torrent of tears leaking from it. "You POKED me in the friggin' eye 'n I just wanted to rub it!" A declaration followed by a snort of disgusted amusement. "... I can't believe this shit. I always figured if this happened, it'd be 'cause you squirted me- not 'cause I gooped myself with my own cum…"
"It… uh, it'll only hurt for a little bit…" Luffy assures him sheepishly. "You just gotta blink a lot 'til you get most of it out…"
"That the voice of experience?"
He rolls his eyes in response, shrugging, and it earns him a snicker.
"Really, I'm not sure I woulda believed you if you'd told me you HADN'T nailed yourself good," Zoro says, mouth widening into a grin despite his watering eye. "The range you let it fly when you go off's pretty fuckin'-" He pauses, lips twitching with mirth. "... ri-dick-ulous."
"Zooorooo, oh my god, that was- SO- STUPID!" Still, Luffy's biting back giggles. It's such a relief to see his first mate genuinely smiling, hear him cracking jokes- even incredibly dumb ones about dicks- when the last couple of days have been so stressful.
"... 'n speaking of dicks-"
Luffy's laughter chokes off, a breathy "whuff!" escaping his throat as Zoro's fingers close around him. Warm and moist, they glide down his length to wrap more firmly about its base and offer a tentative squeeze.
"You're still hard, Sencho…"
There's no disputing it; he's remained almost painfully stiff even after cumming so forcefully, his erection jutting from his groin as though demanding further attention. It gives a slight bob in his lover's grip, a fresh dribble of moisture seeping from the opening at its crown.
Zoro, no longer laughing, licks his lips and the sight of his pink tongue leaving behind a shining path of saliva as it travels from one corner of his mouth to the other makes the captain's cock throb and lurch more insistently.
"I-" He swallows. "I thought your eye hurt."
"Doesn't feel great," his swordsman concedes, cautiously widening both eyes and revealing the white of the right's gone noticeably pink with irritation. "-but I'll live." Raising himself on one elbow, he shifts closer to settle into Luffy's lap and pillow his head on the rubber man's thigh, his face near enough for his breath to caress the same aching flesh he's begun to address with languid but firm strokes.
Luffy exhales shakily, weaving his fingers into his boyfriend's spiky green locks. "Mmm… does Zoro wanna use his mouth on me?"
He's trying not to sound too hopeful but must not do a very good job of hiding his interest, because Zoro chuckles- making him shiver in anticipation on feeling the increased movement of air against his dick.
"You sayin' you want me to suck your cock?" The older pirate blows softly on him, smile growing feral at the way his hips buck instinctively towards him. "Lick you up 'n down like a lollipop 'n dip my tongue in your slit, suck your tip 'til you can't stand it anymore, then gulp you down, swallow every inch over 'n over 'n over while you shoot your hot load down my throat?"
Deliciously filthy words that draw a groan from deep in Luffy's chest. He tightens his grip on Zoro's hair, fighting the urge to pull him closer and force his way past those smirking lips, shove himself inside to fuck Zoro's mouth- fuck the tight, convulsing passage of his esophagus until he floods it with his seed.
Zoro's hand drops lower to cradle his balls, tongue darting out to slather up the underside of his dick in a broad, wet path that leaves him gasping. Licking and lapping, kissing, and nibbling while delicately kneading his balls. Rolling them against each other in the cup of his palm.
"Zoro… Z-Zoro, suck me!" he demands breathlessly, hips jerking, the shaft of his cock thrusting and throbbing in the empty air as he rubs its crown against the teasing lips and tongue.
"Aye, aye, Captain," his swordsman replies in a low, dangerous purr before leaning higher to capture and envelop his dripping tip. His free hand rises and grips Luffy mid-shaft, sliding back and forth along his length in agonizingly slow pumping motions while angling it down so he can return his head to the rubber man's thigh as he works the glans in and out between his lips.
Luffy closes his eyes, lost in the sensations of the slippery, talented tongue swirling over him, the teeth gently grazing his tender skin. The frantic flexing of his hips settles into a steady, rolling rhythm and he sighs happily, his fingers continuing to comb through Zoro's hair.
The older pirate hums in appreciation, mouth and throat vibrating in a way that makes his pulse quicken. Head bobbing, taking him deep- so deep- lips creeping forward to encircle the base of his cock and lock themselves around it, and the suction on him abruptly increases. Tugging on his rigid length all the way to the root, and- oh, shit, if Zoro keeps doing that, he'll-
"Oi-" he croaks, eyes flashing open, the muscles in his abdomen tensing as he feels the pressure in his groin beginning to peak. "O-Oi- Zoro, I'm g-" Hurriedly tapping on his boyfriend's head to warn him. "G-Gonna cum- I'm gonna c-cum!"
Zoro responds not by letting his dick slither free but by going down on him even more vigorously, sucking harder, drawing back only long enough to inhale a quick gulp of air before eagerly impaling himself again. Deep-throating him over and over while the hand toying with his balls squeezes and rubs, fingertips seeking his perineum to probe for the telltale lump of his prostate. Locating it, they press against him, massaging heavily- and he can't hold back anymore.
His hips snap and buck, his thighs slapping wildly at Zoro's nose and chin, and his swordsman hums joyous laughter, free arm hooking around him to hold on tight, hand on his ass with fingers delving between its cheeks to trace lopsided circles around the ring of his anus. One fingertip pressing more firmly at its center, slowly teasing him open.
Luffy crushes his own free hand over his gaping mouth to smother the cries threatening to burst out of him as his cock twitches and jerks, each convulsive movement firing another heavy spurt of cum down Zoro's throat. He can feel his partner working hard to swallow everything he's being given, feel slick flesh convulsing repeatedly around him, and hear audible wet gulping interspersed with occasional sharp inhalations and ragged, panting exhalations in his struggle to breathe through the deluge.
When he finally pulls back with an explosive gasp, Zoro's face is heavily flushed and his nose is running onto his upper lip. His mouth and chin glisten with spilled cum, and there's a good-sized trickle of it running down his neck to pool in the hollow formed by his throat and collarbone. "F-Fuck…" He brings a trembling hand to his midsection and rubs gingerly at his stomach, coughing several times as he fights to bring his lungs back under control. "Feels like- I- swallowed- h-half of East Blue…"
Luffy slumps down on top of him, limp-limbed and panting. He can feel his racing heart thumping like a drum in his dick, his balls, the quivering muscles of his inner thighs. There's even a faint throb in his ass where that probing finger had started dilating the rim of his sphincter before Zoro had become wholly preoccupied with getting enough air and not accidentally drowning in his captain's jizz. "Well, Zor-Zoro DOES always- tell me- how he wants me to- fill him up."
"Really meant my ass when I said that, not-" His first mate stifles a belch, hand continuing to clasp his belly. "-not my stomach. Whew!" He gives Luffy a mock scowl and prods him in the balls. "Next time you think your nuts are backed up even half this bad, remind me we make sure to get you off more than once before I decide to blow you. At least if I'm gonna swallow, anyway." When Luffy squirms under his touch, he rolls his head to the side to cast a dubious glance into his lap. And raises a disbelieving eyebrow. "STILL?"
"Yeahhh…" Peering down to where his dick's continued to stubbornly maintain its full erect length and girth, Luffy presses two fingers beneath the leaking tip to draw it back and pin the shaft flush with his abdomen. When he withdraws his hand, the turgid flesh immediately springs upright again, and together they watch it sway heavily up and down. Staring at the strand of fresh cum now dangling between Luffy's glans and stomach, shimmering like a string of tiny pearls in the lamplight as it wobbles mid-air with his breathing.
"I'd ask how," Zoro sighs. "-but it's you, 'n I guess that's answer enough, huh?" He slides his hand up Luffy's inner thigh, pausing to caress his balls and the underside of his cock for a few moments before reaching higher to trace the curves of his abdominal muscles. "God, I want you inside me, Sencho… I want you so fuckin' bad…"
"Zoro-"
"Yeah, I know- I know." Luffy's swordsman touches fingertips to his stomach, swirls them slowly over his skin to gather the slippery wetness. "Can't help it though- I want what I want." He brings his slick fingers to the rubber man's tip, smearing the cum around and around the opening where it originated, making the slit gape and ooze more clear fluid. When he speaks again, the volume of his voice is pitched so low that his words are barely audible- and given the bitterness of his tone, they're intended not for his lover but for himself. "Could have it too, if I wasn't so goddamn weak…"
"ZORO." Delivered far more harshly than he intended, and he feels Zoro flinch, sees his boyfriend's eyes widen slightly in surprise at the intensity of the rebuke. "Zoro…" he tries again, more softly. "You said it was okay, remember? That dick-in-the-butt sex-" He sees the corner of Zoro's mouth twitch in response to this description. "-doesn't hafta happen every time we wanna mess around."
"... I remember."
Cupping Zoro's chin in one hand, Luffy runs his thumb along his bottom lip. "It'd feel really good, to be inside Zoro. He's always so hot 'n tight 'n wet around my dick, 'specially when he does that thing where he makes his hole squeeze me." He presses his thumb into the crease of the older pirate's mouth, and Zoro's lips part, tongue shifting to make room as he draws the digit inside. "But lots of other stuff feels good too."
Zoro hums agreement, sucking, giving his thumb the same degree of consideration he'd given his cock earlier, and his breath catches.
"I just- mmn- I don't care what we do. I just wanna be with you, so we can touch each other 'n feel good with each other…" His gaze is transfixed by the lips pursed around his finger, his opposite hand fumbling in his lap to wrap around the base of his shaft so he can stroke himself. Withdrawing his thumb, he replaces it with his index and middle fingers and pumps them in and out of Zoro's mouth to the same rhythm his fist's using below.
For a long time neither of them speak, the silence broken only by wet sucking sounds and Luffy's quickening breaths. Then Zoro's hand finds his captain's torso, palm traveling slowly over his sweat-dampened skin. Gliding over his abs, massaging his pectorals. Fingers plucking at his nipples, rolling and pinching the sensitive buds between the callous-roughened pads of thumb and forefinger.
Groaning, leaning more heavily into his lover's touch, Luffy pushes a third finger between his lips, forcing his mouth wider. The suction on them intensifies, joined by the raking and nipping of sharp teeth, and it sends a thrill shivering up his spine, knowing the danger of Zoro's bite. The power in his jaw muscles from years of training and fighting with a katana handle clenched between them.
I stuck my dick in there, Luffy thinks, jerking harder on the member in question. All the way in- not just to the back of Zoro's throat but down it, so my balls hit 'im in the chin every time I moved my hips… 'n he coulda bit me- coulda bit the whole thing OFF- any time he wanted. He whimpers. Tightens his grip on his cock and moves his fist faster, until he can hear the repetitive slap of skin on skin. Not horrified, not frightened, but overwhelmed by emotion all the same. Even though Zoro's so strong, he lemme fuck his mouth- lemme fuck his throat 'til I came in it, 'n I came A LOT 'n he swallowed SOOO MUCH of it. Maybe he couldn't get it all down but he sure TRIED- he tried really, really hard- 'n everything he swallowed IS STILL IN THERE, deep down inside his tummy, 'n he LET me do that- lemme keep cumming 'til I filled 'im up- 'cause he WANTED it- 'n he wanted it 'cause it was ME- 'cause it was MY dick in his mouth- in his throat. 'Cause it was MY cum.
The orgasm hits him unexpectedly, coursing through his body like a bolt of lightning and he's abruptly writhing and crying out as he finally empties himself, sending those last few weak squirts of cum onto his own belly and chest. Some of it gets on Zoro too, because he's tightened his grip on Luffy and pulled him closer to keep him from falling off the bed, but it doesn't matter; he's already plastered with the drying remnants of all the cum left behind when he'd attempted to gulp down Luffy's previous, much larger release like he was slamming back an overfilled mug of ale.
Freeing his fingers, Luffy wraps his arms around Zoro's neck and shoulders and clings to him, heedless of the spilled semen and sweat that's left them both sticky to the touch and smelling strongly of sex and exertion. It doesn't bother him. Maybe they're kind of a gross, stinky mess at the moment, but they got this way together and he wants to keep doing the same sort of thing over and over and over, forever and always.
Zoro's hands are stroking his back, Zoro's mouth is kissing his jaw, his throat, his shoulder, any part of him accessible in their tangle of limbs, and he knows instinctively that Zoro doesn't care about the mess any more than he does- just wants to keep holding on, burrowing into this embrace that's assuring them both that everything's okay- THEY'RE okay. They're Luffy and Zoro and they're together and they're okay, and they'll continue to be okay so long as they have each other. A thought that fills Luffy's chest and stomach with renewed heat, although it's not blazing lust this time but a comfortable, warm glow that prompts him to squeeze Zoro even tighter, nuzzle his face into his neck, and tell him- over and over- "I love you, I LOVE you- I love you, I love YOU, Zoro- I LOVE YOU, I love y-"
