"-'n you're SURE it's definitely okay. Like, we're not gonna end up tossed in jail or fuckin' executed or some shit if we get caught in there, are we?" Zoro demands, already knowing the answer he'll receive but figuring it's worth asking one last time. He knows they'll be headed for the New World soon regardless of whether or not their skulking off to fool around offends someone's delicate sensibilities, so he's not particularly worried about the prospect of needing to leave Fish-Man Island a bit sooner than scheduled, but still- given everything that's happened since the crew's arrival, he'd prefer their departure doesn't become a hasty, undignified retreat.
"It's FIIINE, Zoro, I promise." Luffy offers him a broad grin. "Everybody's at the party- 'n 'sides, 'Hoshi said if anybody DID see us goin' in, we could tell 'em she asked us to go to her room to grab somethin' for her. Nobody's gonna give us a hard time if they think SHE sent us. Now, c'mon!" Seizing Zoro's hand, he laces his fingers between his boyfriend's and continues pulling him down the hallway.
"Does- uh, does she know WHY you asked about a room?" The swordsman's conflicted, not sure which is worse: Shirahoshi having NO IDEA that Luffy's so hell-bent on dipping his wick, he's dragged his first mate to her private quarters looking for somewhere secluded to get into his trousers, or- "O-Oi… Sencho? Please- PLEASE tell me you didn't just walk up to the Mermaid Princess 'n say some shit like 'hey- you mind if I fuck my boyfriend in your bed?'..."
"Of COURSE I didn't ask her anything like THAT, Zoro! Jeez! I only said we wanted somewhere quiet to- y'know- talk 'n stuff, but- she's shy, not stupid, okay? Her face got kinda red 'n- well, she saw me kiss you earlier, so-"
Zoro raises an eyebrow at this, amused, because the younger pirate knows damn well that it was a lot more than a kiss. In reality, they'd been making out in a corner, tongues exploring each other's mouths while they engaged in some seriously heavy petting- until he'd noticed how many pairs of disapproving eyes their antics were attracting and sheepishly pried himself out of Luffy's clutches, much to his captain's disappointment. He hadn't been embarrassed, not really, but he'd understood from those gazes that the Ryugu Kingdom wasn't going to be like Shandora. There wasn't going to be any public sex here, and Luffy probably wasn't going to be sharing him with any mermen or fish-men either.
-which, he considers, is honestly kind of a shame, considering some of the very interesting things he's heard about their anatomy…
"-didn't ASK what we were gonna do, n I didn't SAY either," Luffy rambles on while tugging him by the hand towards a towering door that's been left ajar. "-but she made A REALLY BIG DEAL 'bout how we'd only have a couple hours before somebody showed up to clean the place, 'n how when they did, they'd grab all the dirty laundry 'n change the sheets 'n stuff. So yeah, I'm PRETTY SURE she knew we're gonna bang."
Undecided on how reassured he feels after hearing the entire explanation, Zoro reluctantly allows Luffy to guide him through the gap between the door and its frame. Despite his concerns, however, he can't help being curious about the room Luffy's been excitedly describing since they exited the banquet hall- and he also can't deny that spending high quality one-on-one time with his lover has been high on his list of priorities not just since the crew's hurried reunion but basically since the very beginning, all the way to their first frantic exploration of each other in that dinky row boat.
Prior to their violent separation that fateful day on Sabaody, he'd become accustomed to snatching whatever brief moments of privacy made themselves available- or just eschewing privacy altogether sometimes if getting laid meant doing so with an audience, unwitting or otherwise- but after seeing the changes wrought by the events of the last two years, he's been aching for the opportunity to strip Luffy down and examine him- especially his enormous new chest scar- at leisure. Their ill-advised quickie in the bubble on the way down here may have worn the sharp edge off his libido, but it certainly hasn't been satisfied. He wants more. He NEEDS more.
And as weird and awkward as the current situation might seem, his and Luffy's use of not just her quarters but the actual BED itself has evidently been given Princess Shirahoshi's blessing… so…
So he stops protesting and simply follows as Luffy leads him across the room to the enormous bed standing against the far wall, and when the younger pirate glances back to catch his eye, indicating the mattress high overhead, he steps calmly into the circle of his arms. Holding tight to the rubber man's body as he flings one stretchy arm towards the ceiling to grasp one corner of the goddamn biggest pillow the swordsman's ever seen in his life and proceeds to catapult them both upwards onto the soft surface.
They hit the pillow almost dead-center, which results in a bit of uncoordinated flailing on Zoro's part because the over-sized scale of everything from the furniture to the decor means they land quite a few feet higher than the mattress itself and promptly tumble head over heels down the side of a literal plush mountain and OF COURSE Luffy can't be convinced to let go now that he's gotten both greedy, grabby hands on him again. And THAT means upon reaching the bottom of the pillow- and an expanse of sheets so wide it resembles a respectable field- he ends up sprawled flat on his back with his captain somehow sitting on his stomach despite their horribly tangled limbs.
Well, at least tangled is better than mangled, he muses- and promptly grimaces, gaze straying to the large gauze pad secured between Luffy's neck and shoulder. At least Sencho's not bleeding anymore. Shit was scary as fuck for a while there…
Although he'd remained outwardly calm and kept well out of the way while Chopper hurriedly set up the blood transfusion equipment, not wanting to disturb the doctor as he worked, in reality Zoro had been more than a little concerned- especially in the beginning, when no one had been willing to volunteer as a donor despite the crew's or even Princess Shirahoshi's pleas. Then he'd been extremely pissed off as well, infuriated that all those merpeople and fish-men had revealed themselves too stricken with blatant indecision and prejudice to step forward offering to help his partner when he was lying there BLEEDING TO DEATH from a terrible wound gained in THEIR defense.
The first mate hadn't only been worried and frustrated and angry, however; as he'd hovered nearby, he'd also been struck by an utterly alien feeling of pure helplessness, because he'd known that as much as he loved Luffy, as willing as he was to fight for him- to kill for him, to DIE for him- in that moment there'd been absolutely NOTHING he could do. With all their enemies vanquished and no Bartholomew Kuma with whom he could try to strike a deal exchanging Luffy's life for his own, he'd been effectively useless. He hadn't even had the right goddamn type of blood Luffy needed or god knows he would've gladly offered the necessary vein himself, no matter how much he detests needles.
If- if it hadn't been for Jinbei, I don't know if-
"Oi- why'd Zoro's face get so serious 'n frowny-lookin' all'a sudden?"
The swordsman forces himself to push his morbid thoughts aside, silently berating his tense muscles until his body begins to relax and sink deeper into the bedding. He reaches up to flip the collar of Luffy's shirt open wider and tug the garment off his shoulder onto his bicep to get a better look at his injury. "When you gonna quit lettin' these asshole shark guys treat you like their fuckin' chew toy?"
His captain glances down at the exposed bandage and wrinkles his nose in disgust. "I shoulda bit 'im back, like I did to Oolong!"
Zoro doesn't bother correcting the butchered name, knowing Luffy's unlikely to remember the proper pronunciation anyway, not when Arlong's no longer a threat to Nami or anyone else important to him or the crew. Instead, he simply smirks and lifts a hand to the back of the younger pirate's neck, fingertips stroking the fine hairs there as he guides him down for a kiss.
Luffy meets his mouth eagerly, with a laugh that drives away his last traces of unease. Palms finding the curves of the swordsman's pectorals and cradling them, fingers kneading the muscles, and he's grinning when he draws back slightly to study his boyfriend's torso with hungry eyes. "Zoro, your tits got HUGE. Like, they were already really big before, but…" He squeezes experimentally, tongue darting out to slide across his upper lip and leave it shiny with salivia while his thumb traces the faint, overlapping semicircles of broken, bruised skin surrounding one nipple and broad areola. "Shi-shi! I think the ONLY marks YOU'VE got're the ones I put on you myself before the fight even started!"
"Mmhmm," Zoro sighs in agreement, clasping both of his lover's hands more firmly to his chest with his own and urging him to tighten his grip a bit more. "That octopus guy was actually pretty disappointing." He laces his fingers between Luffy's so the two of them are cupping and fondling his pecs together, hands flexing in unison. Gazes up at him, single eye half-lidded with pleasure. "Does it get you hard, Sencho? Seeing bite marks on my tits, knowin' you put 'em there?"
"Yeah…" Luffy's voice has gone husky, pitched so low it's almost a growl. "-'specially since everybody else can see 'em too…" He shifts from one buttock to the other, drawing Zoro's attention to the obvious and rather impressive bulge tenting the crotch of his shorts. "I like it when people see marks I left on Zoro 'n know they mean he's mine."
"Heh, 'n not only do they know I'm yours… but I bet it reminds 'em of all the other kinda stuff you like doin' to me too." Knowing the smile curling his lips is now feral, almost dangerously so, based on how Luffy's breath catches in his throat and the way his nostrils flare slightly. "Bet the rest of the crew saw the bite marks on my tit when we showed up again 'n automatically assumed you were balls-deep in my ass the whole time we were in that bubble." He grins. "Swirly-brow sure did, the way he acted when he realized you were missin' your shorts 'n had your dick hangin' out."
Lower lip caught between his teeth, Luffy squirms until he's aligned their lower bodies and angled his pelvis so his erection grinds against Zoro every time he rolls his hips. "I WANTED my dick inside you. Really, really bad, Zoro, 'n I woulda put it there too, 'cept-"
"-we got cock-blocked 'cause the shitty cook needed somebody to save his dumb ass. Almost makes me wish he HAD gone back out there with the fish," Zoro grumbles, although he continues smiling to make sure his boyfriend's aware he's joking. Mostly. "ANYWAY," he continues, voice dropping into a throaty rumble. "-there's nobody 'n nothin' stoppin' you now." He makes a quick, rough rolling motion with his hips, bouncing Luffy atop him. "Still wanna put your dick inside me, Cap'n?"
"Yeah, 'n I want Zoro BAD. Really, really, REALLY bad." The hands on his pecs clench, squeezing, pushing the mounds of muscles tighter together to form a generous amount of cleavage. "Can I have 'im?"
"Like you even gotta ask. Fuck me, Luffy. Here in this huge-ass bed. Fuck me 'til my legs don't wanna work 'n I can't walk 'n you gotta carry me back to our ship, 'n everybody who sees knows I had my captain's cock up my ass and I loved every goddamn minute of it."
Luffy makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat, gaze darkening with barely restrained lust. His fingertips dig into Zoro's tits, making him gasp because the muscle's still more than a little sore from being handled so roughly earlier, but he doesn't care and he certainly doesn't protest.
"I wanna feel you inside me. I've been thinkin' 'bout that shit for TWO YEARS, Sencho- afraid I'd forget just how good it felt to have your dick in my hole, all slicked up with lube 'n hard as hell."
"Zoro-"
Releasing Luffy's hands, Zoro reaches out to touch the starburst of scar tissue criss-crossing his torso, finally succumbing to his urge to trace the jagged pattern of the injury that on some instinctive level he knows came so, so frighteningly close to rendering their separation permanent. The texture's not what he expected. The skin doesn't feel rough; rather, it's distressingly smooth, as though his captain's torso had begun to melt, and the swordsman shudders involuntarily, painfully aware of how close he'd come to-
"Zoro?" Luffy says again, more quietly this time and with an unsteady lilt that turns his name into a question, and Zoro realizes that his tentative exploration of the scar is at serious odds with his lusty words. Probably something in his expression as well, because his lover's stopped grinding on him and stopped handling his chest so roughly.
Way to spoil the mood, dumbass.
"... it's… uh, I guess it's kinda gross-looking, huh," Luffy mumbles. "You- you don't gotta touch it, if you don't wanna."
Surprised by the sudden note of uncertainty and what almost sounds like shame in the younger man's voice, Zoro looks up quickly to find he's averted his gaze and while his lower lip's still caught between his teeth, he's now biting at it in an anxious way that makes the older pirate's heart ache. "Oi- no- NO, it's not gross, Luffy. It's just new. Or at least it's new to me." Sliding his arms around his captain, he pulls him down into a tight hug, kisses his forehead and nose. "You don't think any of MY scars are gross, do you?"
"Of course not!" Luffy retorts immediately. "Stupid Zoro!" And then he blinks and laughs aloud at himself.
"Stupid Sencho," Zoro fires back- and immediately kisses him again, this time on the mouth, to take the sting out of the insult. "Sorry if I gave you that impression, but I promise, I wasn't thinkin' it looked gross or felt gross or ANYTHING like that." He ducks his head to press his lips to the edge of the starburst, parts them to briefly explore the texture of the damaged flesh with the tip of his tongue. "What I was THINKING was, I'm glad you're alive 'n that you're here with me now. This is new but that doesn't mean it's a bad thing- it just means I gotta take a lil' time, learn this part of you all over again." Another kiss and another lick, and this time he lingers much longer over the scar, nuzzling his face against it. "Not just the way you look, but the way you feel too- 'n the way you taste."
"O-Okay," Luffy exhales shakily, shivering until his touch when he begins to supplement the movements of his lips and tongue with cautious applications of his teeth. "… as long as you're sure it doesn't bother you…"
"I'm VERY sure. Just like I'm sure these clothes need to start comin' off a hell of a lot faster 'cause I wanna get naked in these sheets with you. Without all the extra layers in the way while you're on top of me. Inside me." And he's pleased to see his partner's gaze intensifying once again, libido rekindled by his words.
Confidence restored, Luffy doesn't waste any more time and strips him bare so enthusiastically that he knows he'll be hard-pressed to FIND all the scattered articles let alone get everything turned right-side out again. His katana haven't strayed far, thankfully, but at least one of his boots has disappeared over the edge of the bed, and it looks as though it won't take long for his trousers to follow suit and end up on the floor somewhere far below.
Not that he's inclined to make a dive for them. He's too preoccupied with watching the rubber man kneeling over him wriggle hurriedly out of his own clothing. It's a sight that's far from sensual; Luffy's never had the patience necessary for the sort of sexy strip tease that involves slowly removing garments one-by-one, and he'll probably forever resemble a shedding skink struggling out of its sloughing skin when he's undressing, but it's well worth it when he flops down beside Zoro, limbs draped casually across his torso- and enormous erection prodding eagerly at his thigh.
Interest piqued, the swordsman peers down and gives a low whistle of appreciation and astonishment as he finally gets his first good look at his boyfriend's dick since he'd last seen it, two years ago. While taking it down his throat earlier, he'd wondered about the differences in girth and length he'd thought he felt, but it'd been just too damn dark inside the bubble to make out the true measurements of the cock he'd been sucking, and even when the anglerfish's lure had brightened the surrounding sea, he hadn't been able to confirm what he'd suspected. Not with the cook busy freaking out and trying to fling himself back out of the bubble because the dipshit had apparently decided drowning was preferable to sharing close quarters with his nakama so soon after they'd been sucking and fucking. Okay, okay- sucking and ALMOST fucking.
Now, however, in this well-lit room with plenty of time to gawk and no lashing limbs to obscure the magnificent view-? Zoro simply stares, gaze traveling slowly from root to tip and then back down again, butterflies performing frenetic cartwheels in his stomach. "Daaamn, Sencho- all that for me?"
"Yep!" Lacking any sense of self-consciousness, as always, Luffy squirms upright again and reaches down to give himself several firm strokes, inadvertently displaying the equally startling fullness and heft of his balls. Providing his turgid dick with stimulation that not only increases the amount of pre-cum he's currently dribbling all over Zoro's leg and onto the bedding beneath him but that also appears to make the already formidable shaft and the fat dome at its tip swell just a bit larger.
"... I know you said my tits got bigger, but- holy shit, Luffy, I'm pretty sure YOUR WHOLE FUCKIN' COCK got bigger. You're not- like- inflating that thing on purpose- are you?"
"I'm not," his lover promises with a bemused grin, mischief dancing in his eyes. "-'though I could if I wanted. If ZORO wanted." His lips curl into an unmistakable leer. "If Zoro wanted me to, I could stuff his ass full of so much cock, he'd probably feel it in his throat. So when I came inside 'im, it'd make his whole belly stick right out like he swallowed a balloon."
Zoro swallows, unsure whether he's more intrigued or unnerved or just feeling both in equal measure. His body, on the other hand, knows exactly what it thinks of the obscene images flitting through his mind and happily betrays his thoughts by promptly popping a boner that's impossible to miss. "O-Oi," he stammers as he sees the expression of absolute GLEE dawning on Luffy's face. "You break me, it'll mean less sex- more likely NO sex if Chopper gets his way, 'cause you know how mad he'll be if you put me in fuckin' traction again."
"That was ONE TIME 'n it was AN ACCIDENT 'n it was only 'cause we forgot the hatch was still open, NOT 'cause I tried somethin' new with my dick," Luffy protests, giving a dismissive wave with the hand not idly twanging and tugging at the body part in question.
"Somehow I don't think he'll care enough to make a distinction. Anyway- look- other than a finger or two, the last thing I had in my ass was your dick- 'n that was TWO FRICKIN' YEARS AGO. I'm gonna be tight as hell no matter how much lube we squirt up there. So even if I DO agree to anything extreme, it's gonna take a while 'til we can get around to givin' it a shot. Otherwise you might tear me up no matter how careful we are, 'n if that happens, I'm not lettin' you get within TEN FEET of my hole 'til it heals up completely- even if Chopper DOESN'T murder y-"
"Okay-okay-okay," Luffy interrupts, eyes wide, clearly horrified by the prospect of losing his anal spelunking privileges, even temporarily. "Slow is good! I can do slow! 'N sma-" He halts, casting a dubious look down at his dick, standing upright and thick and dripping in his grasp. "Uh… small-ISH. I can do- I can TRY to do… small-ish…"
"Not TOO small, I hope." Grinning, Zoro slides a hand down the front of his body, rubbing his own cock in that sensitive hollow beneath the tip for a moment or two, until a large bead of pre-cum forms over the slit. With the pad of his middle fingertip, he swipes up the moisture and- holding Luffy's gaze- reaches down past his balls and taut perineum to smear it around and around the pucker between his buttocks, thighs lolling apart to make certain his boyfriend can see how his hole twitches inwards under his touch, as though attempting to draw in the digit teasing it. "-'cause I like how it feels when you're first goin' in, when I'm not used to it yet 'n you're just-" He bites his lip, pressing down harder. "-a little t-too-" Harder still, until his fingertip begins to sink inside. "-big-" Burying one knuckle at a time, breathing faster because he's watching Luffy watch him- and his captain's now jerking off in earnest, fist stroking his shaft hard and fast. "-'n I- mmm- I can feel myself stretchin' all around your dick, but you don't really fit yet… so even though it's good- it's sooo good- it kinda hurts a little too… 'n, oh god, Sencho- every time we start to fuck, you always feel so hard 'n hot 'n fuckin' HUGE inside me…"
Continuing to finger himself languidly as he speaks, he watches the flush deepening in Luffy's cheeks and rising up his neck from where it's spread across his chest and collarbone, a telltale sign that he's getting perilously close to orgasm. The rubber man's eyes are half-lidded, his breath coming in short, shallow gusts through his parted lips, and the hand curled into a fist around his dick is moving in rough, increasingly erratic motions, fingers shiny with the fluid seeping nonstop from the broad cap of the glans.
Fuck. FUCK! It's gonna feel so goddamn GOOD to finally have him in my ass again.
"Show me, Captain. Show me how you're gonna shoot your load next time you cum, when you're buried all the way to your balls in my h-hole," he says aloud, working a second finger into himself beside the first and then spreading them wide. Groaning softly at the sensation of his sphincter stubbornly resisting the pressure even as it reluctantly gapes open.
"Zor-" Luffy begins, and that's as far as he makes it before his length gives a massive lurch in his hand and a thick rope of pearlescent cum erupts from its tip, flying out to strike Zoro's inner thigh and send droplets skittering across his groin and abdomen.
"Yeah, that's it, Sencho- cum for me," he sighs, dragging the fingers of his free hand through the mess decorating his skin even as his trembling, moaning lover aims the next spurt at his tits, so it splashes hot across his stiff nipples. He brings the wet digits to his own erect cock, smears the slick moisture down the rigid flesh. Tenses the muscles in his buttocks, thighs and lower back to begin pumping his hips and thrusting upwards into the snug tunnel created by his clenched fist while he continues fingering himself. "C-Cum for me- 'n cum ON me. Cum all over me…"
Panting heavily, his boyfriend obliges, criss-crossing his torso with subsequent streams until there's trickles of jizz tickling his rib cage and sides as it creeps down his bare skin. "Uhn- uhhhn… Zor- mmhn- Zoro, r-roll over 'n lemme-"
Although it means he's forced to stop playing with himself just when he'd found a good rhythm, the swordsman obeys without protest. Allowing Luffy to paint the unscarred canvas of his back and his upturned buttocks, groaning as his aching member's pressed into the soft bedding by his own weight. He gives an experiment thrust, catches his breath at the silky texture of the sheets sliding against him and allows his body to instinctively resume movement. Fingers closing on tangled handfuls of fabric as he slowly humps the mattress beneath him.
"Zoro looks- hhh hhh- so good- with his ass covered in spunk. His hole- his hole looks good enough t-to eat, a lil' like- an iced donut…"
This random reference to food - because ONLY LUFFY would dreamily compare his asshole to a fucking pastry immediately after squirting cum all over it - makes Zoro open his mouth to laugh out loud in disbelief, but the sound's choked off before it can emerge from his throat, his entire body jolting in surprise as hands seize his buttocks and spread them wide. "O-Oi, Sencho, what-"
The "what" turns out to be his captain's tongue, which laps him once from balls to tailbone before targeting his hole and stiffening to a slippery point so it can begin worming its way inside.
"-onna eth 'oro's asth," Luffy announces, barely comprehensible because he's already shoved his mouth into the warm crevasse, wet muscle spearing Zoro's rim in one smooth motion that forces a sharp cry through his still-parted lips.
"Luff-!" The first mate's single eye widens, his partner's name dissolving into a helpless whine of stunned pleasure, because the tongue hasn't halted in its delicious descent into his clenching depths. It's squirming, lashing the slick inner walls like an eel twisting and writhing inside him. "... oh- OH- oh my fucking goood-!" His hips jerk involuntarily, shifting the whole thing back and forth inside him, wet and soft and undulating, and he cries out again. "LUUUFFY!"
His lover's grip tightens on his ass cheeks, driving his pelvis forwards, and abruptly he's grinding at the mattress, gasping and moaning and cursing. Cock thrusting wildly in a desperate search for a pocket of folds in the sheets, some hole or gap capable of providing the friction his body's demanding. He can't hear Luffy over the din caused by his own incoherent noises, but he can feel the younger pirate's mouth vibrating with little grunts and growls of excitement where it's sealed against him, sending twinges of heat through the sensitive nerves lining his opening.
Frantic for stimulation, he tries to squeeze a hand between his hip and the bed to grasp himself, but Luffy releases one cheek to swat it away, taking him by the wrist and pinning his arm to the mattress. When he makes a second attempt, his opposite hand receives the same treatment, and he nearly sobs out loud in frustration. Of all the fucking times for him to decide he wants to play this game!
By mercilessly torturing his hole yet refusing to let him touch himself, Luffy manages to keep him balanced on the edge, denying his need for release for so long that he's barely conscious of the string of threats and pleas tumbling from his lips or the drool dripping down his chin to dampen the sheets under his cheek. But finally, when he's been reduced to a shuddering mess and choking out moans of "lemme cum, oh god, Sencho, please- please" that are half-muffled by the mattress-
His captain abruptly withdraws, tongue slithering back out of his quivering passage with a whipping motion that makes his trapped hands ball into fists, and then Luffy's releasing his wrists to scale him in a rush, delivering a rough, incautious bite first to one of his buttocks and then again to several places on his back and shoulders. As his partner's teeth find the side of his neck and bear down once more, he feels hot, firm flesh slide across his spit-drenched hole, searching, wet tip catching in the puckered depression, pushing- PUSHING- until-
Zoro bucks against the mattress, spine arching, throbbing cock spilling pulses of cum as Luffy enters him, broad glans stretching his rim wide to make way for the thick shaft working slowly but relentlessly into his convulsing body. His flesh protests the lack of proper lubricant, but there's so much saliva on him- so much inside him- and such a thick coating of mingled pre-cum and semen on Luffy's dick that, in combination with the long-delayed orgasm finally spasming through him, it's more than bearable- it's fucking FANTASTIC. This is the sort of pain he'll always welcome, the kind that turns already good sex into an electrifying experience. The kind that makes his toes curl and his head spin. And now, when he's finally reached climax after being edged for so goddamn long that his balls were beginning to ache, it makes him shudder and moan and empty himself onto the sheets, his pulse thrumming and racing in his groin.
The teeth gripping the back of his neck release him, Luffy's breath blasting hot and heavy against his bruised, tingling skin as the younger pirate begins to move. Braced on his forearms, clutching at the bedding to either side of his torso while taking him hard and fast, thighs making loud slapping sounds as they collide with the swordsman's buttocks. Burying his dick- that wonderful dick- the dick Zoro's missed so fucking much- clear to the hilt with each thrust, plunging it into him forcefully enough to nudge him forward in the sheets, until he realizes the wet patch left by his spent, twitching cock is now centered beneath his knee because Luffy's fucking him right across the enormous bed. Driving into him vigorously enough to produce an obscene "schlick schlick" noise that shoots straight to his wilting erection and somehow prevents it from deflating completely, leaving him overstimulated and far too sensitive to tolerate the fabric sliding against his length.
"Zoro- feels so g-good," Luffy gasps behind his left ear. Licks and snaps at it, catches one of his swinging earrings between his teeth and tugs so hard Zoro needs to turn his head with the movement to prevent the jewelry from being yanked straight out of the lobe, and he's unprepared for the thrill that surges through him before his captain moves on, face rubbing amorously against his shoulder blade. "He's- he's so tight 'n it-" Luffy's hips pumping faster as he sinks teeth into flesh already stinging from an earlier bite, deep enough Zoro knows it'll leave marks, at least temporarily, and the thought makes him giddy. "Mmngh… it feels like- uhn-uhn-uhn- like he's- suckin' me in…"
Trembling, the swordsman deliberately clenches the muscles in his pelvis and rear, breath catching as his hole constricts around the shaft transfixing him, squeezing its girth even more firmly.
"ZORO!" The teeth clamp down again with bruising force, and this time Luffy hangs on, jaws fastened like a vise on his nape.
For a moment Zoro's convinced he's about to pass out, his vision going dark around the edges as his lover pounds furiously into his ass, biting him harder and harder in the process. He should probably be angry- or at the very least extremely annoyed- after the entire discussion they had earlier about taking it easy this first time, but he's too overwhelmed and still far too horny to care because- because- Luffy's crushing him flat against the mattress, full weight resting on his back, dick pistoning inside him, teeth locked in his flesh, fucking him like a goddamn ANIMAL- and heaven help him, he's loving every moment of it. Loving the intensity of the act, the lewd, wet squelching noises rising between their joined bodies, the growing internal ache of being used so roughly.
Part of him wants it to go on forever- to just lie here in stunned ecstasy until he's fucked into unconsciousness- but what he craves even more is for Luffy to come utterly undone above him, to hear his grunts of completion and to feel the shaft buried inside him begin to jump and jerk and twitch as it spurts his captain's spunk deep into his guts until it's filled his hole to brimming and beyond. Overflowing his rim to leak steadily down his taint and over his balls..
He arches his lower back, raising his pelvis off the mattress with effort so it hikes his ass into the air. The new position forces Luffy to move with him or risk pulling out, but once the rubber man's regained his balance and momentum, he's abruptly thrusting deeper. Deep enough to bottom out for the first couple of strokes, and Zoro has to physically restrain himself from scrambling away as his partner's glans thumping repeatedly into him results in pain that's a bit too intense for comfort. Thankfully, it takes no more than a slight shift of his hips to correct the angle and with the next lunge Luffy's tip slips past the obstruction and his groin comes flush with Zoro's bottom, balls colliding heavily with his perineum.
Face pressed into the sheets, the first mate gasps as he's abruptly bitten so hard it sparks stars in his vision. Luffy's making a sound somewhere between a sob and a growl through his clenched teeth, bucking furiously against his ass, plunging into him with the desperation of two years' worth of loneliness and fear and being separated by far too many miles. Grunting something garbled over and over that might be Zoro's name. Just a broken, breathless "-or- uhn-uhn-uhn- or- OR-!"
Speaking isn't easy when he's getting rammed from behind, but Zoro tries, letting his weight roll onto his left shoulder while he does his best to peer back over the right. "L-Luff-" He's forced to stop almost immediately, panting, fighting to keep his eye open because every nerve in his body's on fire, singing so loudly that the damn thing wants to roll back in his head while his brain dissolves into mush. "Luffy, it- it's- ah-ah-AH! It's- o-okay, Sencho, 'm not g-goin' any-anywhere. I'm- oh god, oh go- oh- I'm right- right h-here."
"-oro," Luffy moans. His jaw gradually begins to relax, until he's no longer biting but merely keeping his face tucked tightly against his boyfriend's neck as he continues rocking his hips. "Z-Zoro- Zoro- ZORO!"
"-here," the swordsman croons back. "Right here. You- you gonna- mmn- c-cum inside me? Fill me- fill me up- like you promised, if- I swa- swall- ah-ahhh-" He can't finish what he intended to say, but it doesn't matter.
"Yeah- y-yeah, I'm-" Luffy's nuzzling his neck and shoulder, licking and sucking with increasing fervor at the various tooth marks and bruises he's inflicted there. "Zoro- I'm gonna- uhn-uhn- g-gonna-" His pelvis slams forward, and then he's grinding recklessly against Zoro's ass, crying out as his dick begins to spasm and pulse. "-c-CUMMING! Zor-Zoro, I'm cu- Zoro- ZORO, I LOVE YOU!"
Zoro can only moan in response, reeling with the knowledge that Luffy's unleashing a veritable torrent of semen inside him, straining flesh buried to the balls and twitching in time to the powerful muscular contractions hurling lengthy spurts of hot fluid into his well-plundered depths. Overwhelmed by the younger pirate's unabashed declaration of love.
Continuing to nose and lick and nip his shoulders and the back of his neck, Luffy's gasping his name over and over, interspersed with more "I love you!"s that make the older pirate's throat tight and his heart pound harder until he can feel it not only in his chest but also everywhere else in his body as well. His captain's moving occasionally once again, short strokes that shift him back and forth inside, gliding easily now in the slippery, cum-filled confines of his tunnel.
He feels sooo fucking good- so hard 'n thick- but oh god, I need to see his face. I need to kiss him, Zoro tells himself, and before he knows it, the thought's all-consuming. Having Luffy's weight heavy on his back and his dick pressed in deep from behind feels incredible- but he needs Luffy in his arms even more. "O-Oi, Sencho- lemme up a sec…"
His lover resists, clinging stubbornly to his spine and whining his name.
"Luff," he prompts, speaking the shortened form of his boyfriend's name intentionally this time. "Wanna hold you. Wanna kiss. Please?"
This time Luffy slowly, reluctantly responds. Easing back, pulling out, and as his glans exits Zoro's hole with a distinct popping sensation, several long strands of cum escape along with it, along with a small gush that cascades down his perineum onto the backs of his thighs and then runs between them to spatter the sheets beneath. Both of them protest the unwanted disengagement of their bodies, groaning in unison at the loss.
Moving stiffly, Zoro struggles to roll onto his back and even before he settles into the sheets, he's reaching for Luffy. Legs spreading, thighs lolling open wide to welcome his return, and the rubber man crawls in between them without hesitation. They work together to guide his dripping tip into position, locking gazes to watch each other's flushed faces and panting mouths during his re-entry, and then sharing wavering moans of pleasure and relief as he slides home again in one long, glorious thrust.
"Z-Zoro-" His captain's voice is choked with emotion, his eyes wide and glistening.
"Mmm, right- right here." Tensing inner muscles so he's snug around the shaft inside him, hands cradling Luffy's jaw and applying the gentlest pressure to draw him into a kiss. "Sencho, you- ah- you f-feel so good inside me." He wraps his arms around his partner to hold him tight, stroking his shoulders and back until some of the tension in them melts away.
Settled atop him, slipping both arms several times around his torso to hold on tight while giving an occasional nudge with his hips to ensure he remains fully buried, Luffy sighs and says very quietly, almost timidly, "... sorry I- I kinda freaked o-"
Zoro silences him with another kiss, longer and sweeter than the last. "Oi- no, shhh. You made me feel so good, Luffy- made me cum really hard too." Their faces are so close, almost touching, and their lips brush again as he murmurs, "God, I missed this. I missed YOU- 'n not just your dick, 'though I'm sure happy as hell to have it inside me again." He emphasizes the point by giving Luffy's shaft a series of little fluttering squeezes, tightening and relaxing his sphincter, and laughs low in his throat when his lover groans his name, arms coiling more firmly around him. "-but I missed your voice too, so goddamn much, 'n I missed your smile, 'cause I love all that shit too, Sencho." Close enough to share Luffy's breath and staring directly into his eyes now, voice dropping to a whisper even though they're alone, one so faint it's barely audible. "... but most of all, I love YOU."
His captain whimpers, closes the distance between their mouths to begin kissing him with a ferocity that soon makes his head whirl from lack of oxygen. The hips pressed to his bottom start to rock again, shifting flesh inside him that's once more fully erect- and even harder than before, if that's possible.
Parting his lips to deepen the kiss, Zoro slides his palms down Luffy's back and past his waist to grasp his buttocks, kneading them heavily. Reveling in the slick slide of his boyfriend's shaft moving back and forth within his distended rim, in the pressure and friction created by Luffy's weight resting on his cock where it's caught between their lower bellies. He can feel himself getting hard again as well, shaft thickening and lengthening, the sticky moisture oozing from his slit transferred to his stomach in small wet smears as each thrust briefly compresses his glans.
Luffy licks across his open mouth, panting, his voice husky. "I love- Zoro t-too 'n I- I missed 'im- I missed ALL of 'im…" He untangles his arms from Zoro's torso so he can push himself up and look down to where their bodies are joined, watching his dick disappear into the older pirate's hole only to re-emerge glistening with a fresh glazing of his own cum. Adjusting his pace to deliver longer strokes, until only his glans remains buried each time he draws back. "Uhn-uhn-uhn- you-you're so W-WET- in here, Zoro- l-look!"
The swordsman obeys, propping himself up on one elbow and staring down his torso, past his heaving pectorals and clenched abdominal muscles, past his cock, now fully erect and bobbing about with the momentum of Luffy's thrusting. A thick droplet suspended from the tip by a glittering strand that's refusing to part even though it's swinging wildly with each bounce and jostle. Past all of it, to his quivering thighs, splayed wide to give his lover plenty of room to buck and rut and pump in and out through the well-stretched ring of muscle between his buttocks. His throat tightens, his swaying cock giving a massive twitch, another bead of fluid welling from the tip and stretching the dangling string of moisture until it connects with his belly and attaches to his sweat-dampened skin. "That- that's all- y-you, Luff…"
"I shot- so much c-cum inside you," his captain moans, his next stroke considerably rougher. "There- there's this- uhn-uhn-uhn- h-huge- uhn-uhn- wet spot- under- your butt 'n-" He seems to lose his train of thought for a moment, captivated by the sight of his dick repeatedly burying itself inside Zoro. "... more of it- mmn- m-more cum- keeps runnin' out- while- while I fuck you!"
"I can feel it," Zoro agrees. "You- ah! You r-really soaked me good." He reaches down, intending to jerk off while his hole's full of cock, because his orgasms always hit the best when somebody's actively screwing him and it's been way too damn long, but-
"NO!"
He jolts in surprise at the Haki-imbued reprimand, helpless to prevent his head snapping back as the will pervading Luffy's voice slams into him like he's been backhanded by a steel gauntlet. It doesn't knock him out, but it certainly leaves him reeling. Panting like a goddamn dog and shaking uncontrollably, and oh fuck, if doesn't make him want to cry out and writhe and beg Luffy to hit him with that shit again- pummel him with that deep, commanding tone until he loses his grip on any remaining semblance of control or sanity.
"No," his boyfriend says again. Using his normal voice this time, much to the first mate's disappointment. "Zoro doesn't- t-touch himself, not- not this time. 'Cause when I- c-cum again, I wanna-" His thrusting abruptly intensifies again, and for several moments there's nothing but the sounds of sweaty skin slapping and a sloppy hole squelching and both of them groaning in exertion, but eventually he gathers enough fortitude to resume speaking. "-mmngh… when I cum- I wanna see if I c-can- make you squirt…"
Zoro's cock lurches, bobbing forcefully enough to collide with his stomach before springing upright again, and a low moan of understanding and nervous excitement escapes his throat. Oh fuck- FUCK- he's gonna order ME to cum when HE does. Just the thought of it's almost enough to bring him right back to the edge again, even without a helping hand wrapped around him. "Y-Yeah, okay, Sencho- do it. Make me- make me cum- while I'm- t-takin' your load." OH, FUCK!
"... 'm c-close," his lover warns him. Unnecessarily, because he can feel how Luffy's arms are beginning to shake as they continue to support him, quivering where they're planted on either side of his torso, and see the sheen of sweat on the younger pirate's face, shoulders and chest. The growing strain creasing his brow. "-real-real close."
Sucking his lower lip between his teeth, Zoro concentrates on tensing and relaxing the muscles in his pelvis and rear, flexing them repeatedly so his ass tightens and loosens around his captain. Squeezing his shaft rhythmically while it pistons back and forth inside.
"Ah!" Luffy gasps, eyes widening, and then as the first mate deliberately tightens his sphincter and forces his body to remain clenched, breath- "OH-OH G-! UHN-UHN-UHN-UHN- ZOR-ZORO! 'M-! ZOR-ZOR-ZORO, CUM WITH ME, ZORO- CUM!"
Each Haoshoku-imbued word is an invisible fist contracting around Zoro's prostate, but Luffy using Haki on his NAME- not just once but TWICE- is lightning coursing through his groin and straight up the rigid length of his cock. The breath he's been holding bursts from his lungs in a ragged gasp. His back bows, his pelvis jerking up to meet his boyfriend's next thrust, and then he's cumming harder than he's ever cum in his life, giving a strangled shout as the first jet of semen explodes from his straining tip and arcs onto his pectorals at a high enough velocity to splatter in all directions.
Luffy's crying out his name over and over, voice choked, each "ZOR-!" accompanied by a wild jab of his hips. Fucking him so furiously that thin streams of cum squirt out of his clenching, spasming hole, many of them flying past the shaft slamming repeatedly into him to leave overlapping wet streaks on the younger pirate's lower belly and thighs. Others spatter the sheets, creating temporary puddles before the fabric sucks up the moisture and leaves nothing but damp spots behind.
Supporting elbow having collapsed the moment he climaxed, spilling him flat on his shoulders and upper back, Zoro's reduced to clinging to the fistfuls of bedding he's gathered while clawing helplessly at the mattress beneath him, his mouth gaping in an endless, wavering "NNN-!" and the cords in his neck standing out. His hips, on the other hand, have launched his pelvis off the bed to jerk uncontrollably in mid-air, the leverage provided by his widely planted feet and bent knees bracing his body to meet his captain's thrusts. Thrusts that jolt his entire frame as he's impaled again and again and-
-and oh fuck, OH FUCK, it's too much and every square inch of him's gonna hurt like hell tomorrow and he probably won't be able to sit properly for A WEEK and he's such a goddamn IDIOT for letting shit get this far out of hand, especially right after he said they oughta take it easy at first- but- but- BUT Luffy's INSIDE HIM, thick and hard and slick and relentless, and at this new angle, his lover's in almost constant contact with his prostate, bumping and rubbing and sliding against it. Coaxing him into ejecting one last weak spurt- one final dribble- each time he's sure he can't possibly cum anymore. Milking him dry and prolonging the spasms rippling through his groin and lower belly until he's aware of little more than the echoes of his orgasm ricocheting back and forth through his body while he's fucked senseless.
Eye squeezed shut, limp cock throbbing, inner muscles quivering and twitching and pulsing in time to his galloping heart, Zoro's so dazed and drunk on pleasure, he doesn't notice when Luffy's frenzied thrusting eventually begins to slow. Hell, he barely realizes when it actually STOPS. Only when his captain slumps down on top of him, weight pressing him into the mattress, does he finally register that the cock penetrating his tingling, overstimulated rim is no longer moving but simply lodged deep within his aching rectum. Buried as far inside him as Luffy can manage to keep it while draped over him and panting heavily against his collarbone.
It takes the swordsman nearly a minute to successfully unclench his fists from their stranglehold on the sheets, as well as two attempts to raise one hand high enough to settle gingerly on his boyfriend's lower back. At his touch, the rubber man makes a breathless but otherwise contented noise and- with a notable lack of coordination that nearly earns Zoro a finger up one nostril- wraps both arms around his neck. The embrace is uncomfortably warm, not to mention rather sticky given they're both drenched in sweat and splattered with copious amounts of cum, all of which is bound to become a nasty, crusty mess as it dries, but Zoro can't bring himself to care. He closes his eye again and concentrates on convincing his body to relax and his pulse to slow. Lying motionless save for his thumb, which he strokes in lopsided little circles against Luffy's spine.
"... I think… my dick might fall off," the younger pirate groans in a hoarse, faltering voice after they've been sprawled together for so long that Zoro's both lost track of time and started to doze a bit. "... I think it's actually TRYING TO…"
"It better not. We'd have one hell of a time 'splainin' that to Chopper- 'specially if it means tellin' 'im I've got your disembodied dick stuck up my ass," the first mate teases. "Besides, as good as it always feels in there, I'd kinda prefer you were still attached to it."
He's already resigned himself to getting up, anticipating his captain will want to return to the banquet hall in hopes of discovering someone's brought out more food. But much to his delight, Luffy merely giggles tiredly in response to his quip regarding detachable dicks, then nuzzles against his pectorals with a very long and very satisfied-sounding sigh. Showing absolutely no interest in leaving the shallow nest they've inadvertently created while rolling around together in the over-sized sheets.
Trailing his fingertips up and down his lover's back and smiling when his touch prompts a low hum of contentment- followed by a declaration of "mmm, Zoro's tits're so comfy…" that's muffled by the way Luffy's face is now squashed into his cleavage- Zoro wonders how much time they've got before someone wanders in and disturbs them- or worse, actually comes looking for them. Because as badly as they both need a shower, he doesn't want to move. In fact, if somebody DOES show up and tries to ruin this rare opportunity he's scored to cuddle with Luffy while basking in the afterglow of some truly mind-blowing sex- the first sex they've had after spending two incredibly lonely years apart- he thinks there's an extremely high probability that he'll bite the intruder.
But he'll worry about dealing with an interruption when- nah, y'know what- fuck that kind of negativity, which he doesn't need ruining his good mood. Not when. IF. He'll deal with an interruption IF it happens, and until then, he's not going to waste another second worrying about it. Because all he wants to do right now- all he INTENDS to do right now- is lie here with one arm curled snugly around his captain's waist, holding him close, while the fingers of the opposite hand slide in aimless circular patterns across his bare skin. Reveling in the warm weight sprawled atop his chest and belly and groin and in the sensation of Luffy's erection slowly losing its rigidity while remaining planted between his buttocks. Feeling the strain on his well-fucked, cum-flooded passage ease little-by-little as the thick shaft his body's hugging gradually deflates. Intense pressure fading to subtle shifting and feather-light caresses against his inner walls.
His boyfriend utters a soft groan of mingled pleasure and protest, clinging more tightly around his neck and shoulders. Hips giving an involuntary nudge, instinctively seeking to prevent himself from slipping free, although at this point it's a lost cause.
"... batten down the hatches," Zoro mumbles.
Luffy snorts laughter- only to immediately go still and utter a faint "ah-" because that slight movement's evidently all that's needed to finally dislodge his flaccid member.
Goddamn, talk about the dam bursting, the swordsman thinks drowsily as he feels liquid warmth escape him in a series of waning gushes and the wet spot beneath his ass beginning to spread at a rather alarming rate.
"-oi, -oro?" Voice now positively smothered by his pectorals because Luffy's doing his best to disappear between them. Settling deeper into his embrace, although whether it's for a nap or simply an extended post-coital snuggle isn't clear yet.
"Mmn?"
"... don' lemme drown…"
Zoro doesn't laugh despite his strong impulse to do so, resisting his mouth's attempts to break into a bemused grin. Instead, he lifts his head from the mattress to press his lips to Luffy's temple, ignoring the mussed dark hair that tickles his nostrils while he delivers a lingering, affectionate kiss to perspiration-dampened skin. "I won't let you drown, Sencho- I promise. I'd never let you drown. Not ever."