"You- are such an absolute BASTARD," Zoro hisses, eyes narrowed and glaring, before he darts his head forward to kiss his captain's grinning mouth again with bruising force. "I swear-" He delivers another viciously passionate kiss, concluding this one with a barely-restrained bite to the younger pirate's bottom lip, exerting pressure just shy of drawing blood. "-I oughta kick your ass." The threat prompts a small growl of protest and their next lip-lock quickly turns into an extended battle of clashing tongues and colliding teeth, both struggling to wrestle control from the other, and Zoro's panting heavily when he finally, reluctantly breaks away to announce, "In fact, I'm pretty sure I hate you."
Luffy just grins wider- looking deliciously disheveled with his eyes dilated with excitement and his face flushed and lips pink and puffy from so many kisses- and delivers firm squeezes to the broad handfuls of Zoro's ass that he's clutching, trying to haul him closer even though they're already crowded tight against each other. "Mmm… that's definitely not what Zoro's dick is saying, shi-shi-shi!"
The swordsman snarls in mock outrage and levels another bite at him, this one aimed at his nose but intentionally falling short. It's met with helpless giggles and wild squirming that rubs their groins together and makes him curse breathlessly as he responds with an instinctive roll of his hips. "You're lucky I didn't just jump the counter, whip it out 'n face-fuck you while everybody watched…"
Although the rubber man's face reddens further, his grin doesn't falter. "Dunno why you got so worked up- it was just a banana."
"Uhn-uh. Don't you dare try'n play innocent, Sencho. You knew EXACTLY what you were doin' when you started peelin' that thing." Zoro retorts.
He'd been lounging in his seat, leaning the chair back on two legs with its back against the wall behind him and listening to everyone else talk, when he'd felt the weight of eyes on him- and looked up to find Luffy staring directly at him and holding the banana. Half-peeled. The pale inner flesh of the fruit exposed and its tip caught suggestively between his lips.
Zoro's libido had already been charged by the events at the auction house earlier, from witnessing Luffy clobber that obnoxious Tenryūbito asshole who'd shot Hachi and then from seeing him stand with those other rookies against the Marines, wrecking absolute havoc on the encroaching enemy forces with Gear Third. The two captains fighting alongside Zoro's had been intriguing, no doubt about it; it'd been a major disappointment when Trafalgar Law's sword, a weapon emanating an unmistakable aura of menace, had remained sheathed. And that huge blond guy with the mask and wicked-looking knives that he'd heard Eustass Kid refer to as "Killer" had also certainly caught Zoro's attention.
But despite those distractions, his gaze had returned again and again to Luffy- to his tousled dark hair and the straw hat casting a shadow over his gleaming eyes, to the abdominal muscles framed by his open vest and shifting smoothly beneath his skin. He'd wanted Sencho badly then, even with a battle raging around them and his katana already drawn in defense of the crew and their friends and allies, his throat dry and tight with desire.
So yeah, the sight of Luffy poised to fellate that fucking banana while staring him directly in the eye had been the last straw. The innuendo- only heightened by the other man's tongue abruptly darting out to swirl suggestively around the end of the thing- had gone straight to Zoro's cock, along with half the blood in his body.
As he'd felt himself stiffening, he'd seen his boyfriend's gaze drop slightly, eyes bright with mischief and mouth twitching into a smirk as he spotted the tent rising in his first mate's lap.
There hadn't been enough time for Zoro to adjust himself and try to make his arousal less conspicuous. He'd gotten hard so fast, he'd been forced to rock his chair forward and drop it back onto all four legs to hide his bulging crotch behind the table. Not because he particularly cared about anybody spotting him popping a spontaneous boner - god knows, his nakama have seen THAT plenty of times before, not to mention worse - but because he'd known the cook would give him endless shit and because Nami would probably insist on increasing his debt and also because he'd supposed it WOULD be pretty rude to interrupt living legend Silvers Rayleigh, for whom he'd been rapidly developing a great deal of respect.
Maybe, he'd reasoned, if he just tried to ignore his body's untimely clamoring-?
Much to his dismay, however, his body hadn't given a damn about being reasonable and the erection had persisted, even after he'd watched Luffy unexpectedly smash the entire banana- peel and all- into his gaping maw at the shock of learning that not only did the Dark King know his childhood hero Shanks but that they'd both served on the Pirate King's ship. Frustrated, flesh aching miserably within the entirely too-tight confines of his trousers, the swordsman had leaned his elbows on the tabletop before him and rested his chin on one hand, fuming to himself as he watched his captain resume raiding the fridge.
Zoro's cock had continued to plague him throughout the rest of the conversation, and he'd spent it in uncomfortable silence, eyes locked on Luffy's drooling mouth and the slight lump formed by his Adam's apple bobbing up and down along his throat as he gleefully stuffed his face. In the older pirate's state, all of the accompanying slurping sounds and finger-licking and sighs and moans of satisfaction had been absolutely MADDENING, and as soon as the discussion of what to do next had concluded and there'd been a relatively suitable lull, he'd seized Luffy by the wrist and headed straight for the storage room in which they're now standing.
Catching Shakky's eye along the way, Zoro had wondered if he was making a mistake, but thankfully the statuesque bartender had seemed more amused than offended. Rayleigh had raised an eyebrow, gaze flashing quickly between the two men, and then turned away smiling. And of course the other Straw Hats had simply exchanged knowing- and, in some cases, exasperated- glances that communicated the same thought: oh boy, there go Luffy and Zoro, at it again
All save for Dartboard Brow, who'd crossed his arms and called "Oi- TEN minutes, you shitty, horny bastards. Fifteen MAX- and when time's up, Franky and Chopper are coming in after you whether you're finished or not. We're on a schedule here."
Zoro had flipped the cook off with the hand not dragging Luffy behind him, but he hadn't been interested in sticking around to argue, even if he WAS itching to point out that fifteen minutes wasn't anywhere near long enough- at least not for anybody with decent stamina.
Guess I still gotta give 'im some credit thought- he'd been musing grudgingly as he'd exited with their captain stepping on his heels while making repeated grabs and little slaps at his ass. Dunno exactly why he's suddenly gotten a lot more chill about me 'n Sencho the last few days 'n even bein' kinda supportive 'n shit sometimes- but it's sure a nice change from the totally asshat way he acted when we first met. Unable to help wondering if Sanji's unusual behavior could have something to do with the crew's encounter with Bartholomew Kuma. With what I did…
He's not thinking about that now, though, because Luffy's clinging to him with arms coiled snugly around his waist several times, grinding their lower bodies together with increasing enthusiasm and purring, "Wow, you're r-really, really hard..."
"Thought we already established that's- uhn- mmm- your fault." He finds his boyfriend's mouth again, kissing and licking and biting until the rubber man's wriggling excitedly in his arms like an eel out of water and giving his waistband rough, impatient tugs. "Mmmph, okay-okay! Gimme a sec!"
"Off," Luffy demands with another yank that nearly unbalances him. "Zoro's got way too much clothes on."
"Pants aren't comin' off- without my boots- comin' off first." Groping between them, Zoro struggles to get his trousers unbuttoned one-handed while planting one hungry kiss after another on his lover's eager, semi-parted lips even as he continues to speak. "Sorry, Sencho- I think they'll hafta stay on. I wish we had time- for more than a quickie- but- we'll- mmm, we'll hafta save that- for when- we get back to the ship." His pants begin to drop, sliding down his thighs, and he groans at the sensation of his cock springing free to prod insistently at Luffy's still-clothed pelvis- only to flinch in surprise as the stiff fabric of the younger pirate's shorts rubs roughly against the sensitive cap of his glans. Damn! I don't know how the hell he stands going commando in those things…
"Wanna be on your- your stomach- or your b-back?" Luffy asks while attempting to undo his own clothing without releasing Zoro's midsection. A stunt that would be impossible for anyone else, but one he accomplishes without much effort by throwing yet another loop of arm around the swordsman so he can slide the hand connected to it over his hip and around to the front.
"Back. Wanna be able to watch your face- while you're inside me."
There's a pallet stacked with large over-stuffed burlap sacks located nearby- probably filled with flour or rice or potatoes something- and somehow they manage to stumble over to it without incident, Luffy losing his shorts in the process of nudging Zoro along while they exchange kisses until the bags on the uppermost layer meet the backs of his knees and he collapses backwards onto them rump-first, automatically pulling his captain down on top of him.
He's not entirely sure what the hell he's going to do with his legs at first, aware the trousers now sagging to his calves will prevent his lover from squeezing between them and getting close enough to penetrate him, but Luffy saves him the trouble. There's no way of knowing if he's been planning ahead or he's just been struck by a sudden flash of inspiration, but after sparing a moment to retract his rubber arms from the tangled mess they've become around Zoro's torso, he promptly shoves the swordsman's feet- boots and all- up and out of his way.
Before he can register exactly what's happening, Zoro finds himself bent almost double, sprawled there on his back with his pants bunched around his ankles high above his head, his knees nearly even with his shoulders, and his cock standing up straight between his spread thighs. The new position also leaves his ass slightly upturned, the angle of his legs parting his buttocks widely enough to expose his hole to the open air- and Luffy's rapt gaze.
"O-Oh," he breathes, fingertips digging into the undersides of his first mate's thighs as he pushes them even farther apart and drops to one knee to improve his view. "I really, REALLY like how Zoro looks right now…"
"M'kay, but- how 'bout you look at me a lil' less 'n TOUCH me a lil' m-" His protest dissolves into a wavering moan at the sensation of wet warmth stroking slowly over his rim. "Oh, fuck, yes…" He tries to rock his hips, press closer to his partner's mouth, but he can't gain the leverage needed to move properly and only succeeds in floundering helplessly like a sea turtle that's gotten stuck flipped upside-down on dry land.
Laughing in delight, Luffy begins licking him enthusiastically, first making sloppy circles around his opening and then moving up his perineum. Stopping briefly to nuzzle and nibble and suck at his balls and the base of his shaft before lapping a wide, slathering path up the underside of his dick all the way to its tip. Once there, he curls his tongue to scoop up the bead of moisture welling from the slit- and then tries to delve deeper in search of more pre-cum. NOT doing the little dip-'n-lick thing they both enjoy using to tease each other while giving head, but stiffening his tongue-tip and genuinely attempting to worm it down inside.
Startled, Zoro bucks, writhing beneath him and exhaling a loud, involuntary "HHH!"
His captain jerks back, mouth forming an "o" of surprise. "Oop, sorry, Zoro! Did that hurt?"
Hands trembling where they're gripping the leather calves of his boots to keep his legs elevated, the swordsman stares up the line of his scarred torso to meet Luffy's bewildered gaze, knowing his own eyes have gone equally wide. "I- I don't-" Swallowing hard. "I don't KNOW? I don't think so, but- holy shit, Luffy- it felt really fuckin' WEIRD."
"You never tried to- uh…"
"No, I-" He lowers his gaze to cast a dubious look at his cock- and blinks at the discovery he makes. "... oh."
"... huh. Maybe your dick LIKES to feel weird," Luffy muses, peering with fascination at the seemingly endless dribble of pre-cum that's now oozing from Zoro's tip to land on his stomach. "You're leaking like me!"
"Yeah, I guess I am…" He's about to crack a terrible joke about his captain rubbing off on him metaphorically as well as physically, when he realizes Luffy's expression has changed from mere interest to one of gleeful consideration- which is a pretty good reason for alarm when he's NOT mostly naked. Seeing it now makes him want to clasp his hands over his groin to protect his junk. "O-Oi, what're you-"
His boyfriend's elbows slide around his thighs- ALL the way around his thighs- and then the loops of rubber flesh wrapped around him are tipping his body backwards until he's afraid the younger pirate might actually be trying to stand him on his head. The pre-cum leaking from his cock's no longer collecting on his midsection but dripping down his chest, and when one of Luffy's hands begins alternating between his pectorals- fondling, groping, squeezing- it smears the warm fluid across his nipples. Leaving them tingling and hardened to stiff points.
"I'm gonna make Zoro feel sooo, so good," Luffy promises, grinning down at him.
Distracted by the hand playing with his tits, handling them so roughly that he knows he'll have finger-shaped bruises tomorrow morning, Zoro's taken by surprise when the other curls around his cock and begins to stroke it. Working him from root to crown, coaxing more and more moisture from his squirming, shuddering body until the fingers tormenting him are positively slick with his need.
When they abruptly abandon his aching length, he cries out his lover's name in protest and begins to struggle, intent on sitting up and demanding an explanation for the interruption. But Luffy holds him down, lips brushing the underside of his left thigh with an apologetic kiss. "Almost there. I know Zoro wants me, but I gotta make sure he's ready."
"NEED you," he gasps back, too overwrought to be embarrassed by the quavering sound or the note of desperate longing in his voice. "I- need you, Sencho- I need you, NOW." And then, as one of those slippery fingers is between his buttocks, pressing into him, twisting and swirling and rotating to coat the clenching passage of his ass with his own pre-cum. "Oh- oh god, Luffy, please- PLEEEASE- please just-"
Crooning reassurances, Luffy introduces a second and then a third finger, digits slowly pumping and occasionally curling to massage that spot just inside, fingering Zoro so thoroughly and for so long that he's eventually forced to cover his mouth with his forearm and bite down on it to smother the broken pleas for MORE which keep bubbling up his throat.
He's reduced to near incoherence by the time Luffy tugs his fingers free and moves over him, pressing a dick heavily slicked with spittle and their combined pre-cum to his hole. Not the most effective lubrication- or the most elegant- and it's probably going to make sitting a bit uncomfortable for the rest of the day, but he's far beyond caring. The only thing that matters right now is Luffy pushing cautiously but steadily against him, glans first breaching and then sinking past his rim until the girth of it spreads him open wide enough for the younger man to work the rest of his shaft inside with short, rocking thrusts.
With one last nudge, his groin comes to rest on Zoro's bottom, and then he swivels his pelvis from side to side, wriggling energetically as he makes sure every last rigid inch of himself's fully buried.
The pressure of Luffy's balls rubbing heavily back and forth against his gaping hole- almost as though they're threatening to join the dick already inside him in the event his partner continues bearing down - inspires a rush of mingled panic and excitement that causes the swordsman's body to clench down hard. Flinching with the shock of being squeezed so violently, Luffy lets out a strangled groan and clutches him for support, involuntarily wringing his left pectoral with such force that he throws his head back with a wavering cry. His nerve-endings are blazing like they've caught fire, his body so overstimulated that he can no longer differentiate between pleasure and pain.
Struggling to free himself from the vise-like grip, Luffy withdraws so far he risks slipping out altogether- only to whimper and immediately shove his way back into Zoro's ass with a rough lunge, re-entering at an angle that grinds his tip across the green-haired pirate's prostate before it surges past, sliding all the way inside to fully impale him once again. And it's finally too much.
Zoro's abdominal muscles tense. His dick- momentarily neglected where it's protruding in the open air between the juncture of their bodies- twitches forcefully and sends a massive spurt of semen hurtling down to splatter his chest and the hand kneading his stinging, reddening flesh, and Luffy's breathless laughter rings out overhead, voice husky with passion and effort as he asks if it feels good and, between grunts and sighs and lusty moans, tells Zoro exactly how good- how wet and hot and wonderful- HE feels. Hips rising and falling quickly now, every thrust striking that same crucial spot with devastating precision before squeezing past it to plunge deeper, deeper, DEEPER. Each brief, jolting contact forcing another expulsion from the swordsman's spasming body as Luffy fucks the cum out of him.
"Y-You're- uhn-uhn-uhn- you're so TIGHT," the rubber man groans, half-lidded gaze fixed on Zoro's orgasm-contorted face. Crouching with his weight balanced on the balls of his feet, he's driving his pelvis almost straight down, burying himself so completely that Zoro swears he can feel that steel-hard length rearranging his guts, feel its broad head knocking repeatedly against the wall of his stomach. Even after so much preparation, his captain's cock feels enormous, each stroke splitting him open, pounding his arching spine to pieces, and on some level he's aware this ought to really hurt because his body hasn't fully healed from the trauma it endured and he knows he ought to tell Luffy to stop, but instead he's calling out his name over and over and "SENCHO, PLEASE!" and "YES!" and "HARDER!" and everybody in the bar out there can probably hear him wailing like a goddamn cat in heat while he's being hammered into oblivion, Sencho pile-driving him into their make-shift mattress so enthusiastically that the burlap sacks are beginning to slide in all directions beneath them, but he doesn't give a shit, doesn't even attempt to muffle his voice anymore.
Hunching forward over him, Luffy gives one final burst of wild, punishing thrusts and then rams himself home, uttering an explosive groan of satisfaction as his shaft begins to convulse and jump with his release. Shuddering beneath him, the first mate gives a soft moan, knowing that every movement flexing his dilated rim means another blast of his lover's cum shooting deep inside him.
"G-Gonna- gonna fill up- THIS end of- Zoro today," Luffy moans. Untangling one arm, he leans back slightly to look down, and at the sight of his dick jerking and twitching where it's buried inside Zoro, his nostrils flare. Drawing back farther and taking hold of himself mid-shaft as he pulls out, he directs the next few spurts against the swordsman's still-gaping hole, sending rivulets of warm fluid running into him but also streaming down his perineum, balls and softening cock to drip onto his heaving pectorals.
"S-Sench-" Zoro's attempt at calling out his captain's title trails off in a weak "uhhnnn…" as he watches Luffy slide his glans here and there across his wet buttocks, collecting the moisture splattered on his skin and then nudging along his crack to push the growing puddle inside him. Moments later, Luffy's pushing himself in after it, rejoining their bodies with one smooth thrust that results in an obscene squelching noise as his shaft descends within Zoro's cum-flooded tunnel.
The sounds continue as the rubber man begins to rock again, albeit lazily this time. His free hand caresses Zoro's groin and inner thighs, playing gently with his spent flesh and tracing the edge of his rim where it's stretched wide by the member sliding back and forth inside him. "Mmm, you're so hot 'n slippery now with so much of my cum in you…"
Eyes fixed on the length impaling him, glistening wetly as it moves slowly in and out, Zoro licks his lips and struggles to catch his breath. His throat is dry and aches from shouting, and his spine's beginning to complain loudly from holding the same position for so long, but- but he doesn't want Luffy to stop. "G-Gimme more, Captain. I want- more. I w-want all of you."
"-love you," his captain gasps in reply, pace already quickening. "Love you, Zoro- love you-love you-love you!"
Zoro feels heat rise in his face and chest, envious of how easily the words seem to come to his partner's lips. It'd surprised him that night in the infirmary, hearing the same confession he's been struggling to voice for weeks just burst out of Luffy like that as they'd lain together in the lamplight, sweat drying on their skin. He'd wanted to reply in kind but the declaration had lodged in his throat and he'd been forced to show the younger man how he'd felt. Peppering his mouth and jaw and neck with kisses while squeezing him tight. And thankfully Luffy had appeared to understand, beaming as he kissed and squeezed Zoro back.
Likewise now: "Sencho, I-" is all he can manage, but the joy and desire dancing in his captain's eyes tells him that it's more than enough, that he knows EXACTLY what's in Zoro's head and in his heart even if his mouth doesn't want to cooperate.
"Zor-" Gaze locked with his, Luffy's beginning to pant again as he continues moving. "Zoro- Zoro, I- I don't think- I can-"
"Don't you- dare hold back." Releasing the death grip he's been maintaining on one of his boot ankles, Zoro reaches past the tangle of his trousers to cradle Luffy's cheek with his palm. "C-Cum for me, Sencho." He tenses the muscles in his buttocks, tightening his body to create more friction. "Cum inside me."
Feeling the slick passage around his cock constricting, Luffy cries out. His eyes are half-closed and hazy with pleasure but they remain fixed on Zoro's face as he nuzzles into the swordsman's hand, breath gusting hot against his wrist. "Zoro-" His hips snap downwards, his thighs making an audible slapping sound against Zoro's bottom as he delivers a thrust forceful enough to nudge his partner an inch or two across the pallet and cause more sacks to slide out from beneath him.
"F-Fuck," Zoro groans- and tries to arch his back when Luffy drives into him again, small noises escaping the rubber man's throat as his movements become more and more erratic, growing increasingly desperate in his need for release. "O-Oi, c'mere, dumbass, 'fore you- snap my damn spine."
His legs don't want to cooperate at first but he swings them down anyway, hooking his knees over Luffy's shoulders so his boot-clad feet and the pants wrapped around his ankles are resting at the back of his lover's neck. Taking most of the strain off his back, but- more importantly- allowing him to draw Luffy in closer.
His captain doesn't need any coaxing; shrugging Zoro's calves past his arms to let his legs settle around his waist, he squirms forward. Hands planted on either side, bracing his upper body's weight on his arms while he bucks frantically between the older pirate's spread thighs, plunging full-length in and out of him.
"You're- mmn- you're so hard," Zoro groans. He slips the hand he's not using to cup Luffy's cheek inside his unbuttoned vest to stroke his torso, fingers trailing over his collarbone, his pectorals, the stiff buds of his nipples. Looking up into his eyes. "Your dick feels- so- uhn uhn- so g-good, but- I- ah! I wanna feel- feel you cum again, Sencho. Wanna feel you c-cum inside me, feel the way you- t-twitch in my ass when- when you unload- in there…"
"Z-Zorooo…" Hips continuing to surge relentlessly, Luffy's staring back down at him, face flushed. "-wanna kiss!" His voice is a choked whine, filled with an unmistakable sense of urgency. "Wanna k-kiss while I cum!"
"Then I guess I- I better- obey my captain's orders," Zoro teases breathlessly as he slips his hand to the back of Luffy's neck and guides him down into an open-mouthed kiss, laughing softly against his lips when he moans and his thrusts degrade into sloppy lunges. He feels the rocking movements stutter, the body sprawled atop him tense- and then Luffy's buried deep inside him and trembling from head to toe as his length pulses over and over, adding a fresh load to the one that's already made such a slick mess of his ass. "Mmn, that's it, Sencho…" He digs his boot heels against Luffy's rump, sighing as it makes his hips give a rough shove, trying to push his shaft deeper. "You make me feel so full when you're all the way inside like that-" Their lips brushing as he continues. "-so long 'n thick, stretching my h-hole so wide."
He feels his captain shiver, cock giving another powerful spasm within the grip of his rim.
"Uh-huh, let it out… pump it all in there- fill my ass with your cum 'til I can't hold any more…"
Luffy's trembling arms give way and he exhales a ragged moan as he slumps bonelessly to Zoro's chest and lies there panting rapidly, pelvis occasionally jabbing forward in one more half-hearted thrust.
Too bad we don't have time for a nap, the swordsman muses as he closes his eyes and leans his cheek against Luffy's forehead, sliding both hands around his torso beneath his vest to pet the sweaty skin of his bare back and clutch him tight. He can feel moderate pain throbbing in his rear, circling his hole and also somewhere deeper inside, but it's a good pain- the ache of being well-used. Stretched wide and fucked hard by the cock still resting inside him and only just beginning to lose its rigidity. 'Cause, damn- I really wanna just lay here like this for a while 'n feel him go soft inside me…
But he knows somebody will almost certainly start banging on the door soon and they need to get cleaned up and if Sencho goes soft and slips out of him while they're laying here, it'll be like uncorking a bottle. There's one hell of a lake in his ass, and without his captain's dick plugging the hole- literally- it's not going to stay in there for long. And while he doesn't think Shakky will mind that Luffy boned him on top of some dry goods- so long as they re-stack all these sacks, anyway- she's MOST CERTAINLY going to mind if her stock gets covered in a whole lot of- well- ass-juice, he thinks and grimaces. Okay, yeah, when the stuff you thought was super hot while you were horny starts grossin' you out once you've gotten off 'n started to calm down, it's definitely a sign.
"Oi," he murmurs, giving his lover's temple a nuzzle and a kiss to rouse him. "Hate to cut your afterglow short, but we gotta get our asses in gear."
Luffy snorts loudly against his collarbone.
"What?"
"Gear ASS."
Zoro rolls his eyes. "Cute. Real cute."
"Oh-oh-oh!" The younger pirate's suddenly wiggling upright, coming dangerously close to pulling out and causing a flood of epic proportions. His eyes are wide with excitement and hold the devious glint that often portends disaster. "Zoro- ZORO- what if I used one of the Gears on my DICK?"
"I think you'd kill me," the first mate retorts, wondering just how he IS going to deal with a leaky ass when there's no sheets or towels or anything capable of mopping up. "Either cook me from the inside out or rip me in half." Maybe they can sacrifice just ONE of the sacks- although the thought of wiping his now-tender asshole with fucking BURLAP of all things makes him cringe internally. "... 'm pretty sure Gear Third's a damn big jump from your normal-sized dick- which is already kinda pushin' it unless I'm lubed up real good. I mean, jeez- at least fist a guy first."
"I'd have the dick of giants," Luffy agrees. "-but what if I figured out how to control it, so I didn't hurt Z-" He stops short, eyes going even wider. "Wait- did you just say I can fist you?"
"A REGULAR FIST- NOT A GEAR THIRD ONE," Zoro blurts before he can register that making such a distinction sounds an awful lot like saying "sure, Sencho, I'd love having your entire hand 'n maybe half your arm in my ass- in fact, let's try it out next time we fuck!" Or at least to Luffy, that's how it'll sound. "WHOA- whoa-whoa whoa. Luffy- LUFFY, you can wipe that stupid grin off your face 'cause there's NO WAY I'd agree to trying something like that without thinking about it really good first. Thinking about it for a LONG time."
Little does he know that, in a short while, he'll be finding himself with nothing BUT time to think. An entire two years worth of time. To think about this conversation and a thousand others, and not just about Luffy's fist and his dick, his body and his touch but also about his bright eyes and sunny smile and the sound of his voice.
Little does he know how many times he'll look back to this moment, remembering the tickling of Luffy's dark hair as his captain ducks low to kiss him, lips warm and moist, hand splayed wide against his chest over his heart, and he'll curse himself for being too worried about making a mess, too worried about holding up the crew's plans. He'll curse himself for letting his concerns override the impulse to linger, making him return his boyfriend's affections with a quick peck on the mouth before sending him off with an amiable swat on the ass in the mad rush to get cleaned up and properly dressed. And he'll curse himself for not simply choosing to lie there with Luffy in his arms for just a little while longer, luxuriating in the sensation of their sticky, sweat-dampened skin refusing to cool where it remains pressed together and the feeling of that lingering connection between their lower bodies slowly disengaging.
He'll curse himself for taking all of it for granted and not enjoying every kiss and touch and murmured adoration as much as possible- as long as possible- while he still could.