(Obsession) Overprotective
This was ridiculous.Zoro was a Man with a Dream. He understood all about Special Things That Had To Be Protected And Used Only For A Greater Purpose. Luffy had his hat, Usopp had Merry, Zoro himself had his swords, Sanji had his hands. Right. He understood. But he also understood that there were limits even to that, and the cook didn't seem to get it. Which wouldn't be much of a problem if he didn't regularly start whining about how unfair it was that he never got to be on top.
Alright, so maybe he didn't exactly phrase it like that.
Maybe there were a few curses and kicks involved.
Maybe even some threats of no sex for an undetermined amount of time.
So here Zoro was, laying half-naked (the interesting half, or it wouldn't be worth mentioning) on the floor of the galley in the middle of the night. He was also drunk enough that for once he'd left control of the situation in the hands, hah, of the stupid cook, and that always meant engaging in that old battle of will. Sometimes Zoro yielded. This time though, the alcohol was starting to make him sleepy, the lack of actual friction was making his cock soft and to be frank, he was fast losing interest.
"If you're not going to do it, shitty cook, get off me so I can get dressed," he snarled when it got clear that the situation was not going to progress. The cook expectedly made a face at him.
"Whatever you say, I'm not sticking any of my fingers there."
And that, Zoro reflected as he put his pants back on, was why he shouldn't let the cook even try to top him.