Content warning for accidental watersports because I promised a certain somebody on the 18+ ZoLu server on Discord that I'd write him a ficlet, except I started working on this chapter first and somehow the two ended up combined. So it was definitely an accident in more ways than one, lol. Oops.
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"If you decide you've had enough and you want to stop or if you NEED us to stop for whatever reason, use the safeword, Zoro-ya. It doesn't matter how loud you say it, so long as we can hear you." Law starts to lean down- and then hesitates while still reaching for the swordsman, evidently not yet satisfied that his instructions have been clearly communicated. "Just don't forget… you can tell us no and you can demand we stop- or BEG us to stop- all you want, but giving your safeword is the ONLY way out. So if you want whatever's being done to you to actually sto-"
Luffy interrupts his explanation by snorting loudly. "Trrraaaffy, Zoro's not gonna say no or tell anybody to stop!" Grinning up at the two men standing beside the chair in which he's lounging, studying how their shadows are falling ominously across Zoro's naked body where he lies prone on the bed, the Straw Hat captain licks his lips and continues lazily pumping himself. "... bet he doesn't use the word either."
The remark earns him a pointed glare. "DON'T encourage him, Mugiwara-ya. He's already got a goddamn death wish when it comes to your dick." The surgeon turns his glower on Luffy's first mate. "If you feel like you need to use the safeword, I WANT YOU TO USE IT, alright? No trying to impress your idiot boyfriend."
"Fine," Zoro sighs, rolling his eye. "If I get worried one of you might accidentally kill me with your cock, I promise I'll start hollerin' 'Kitetsu- KITETSU!' like my life depends on it." Personally, he thinks it's one of the most ridiculous things he's ever heard, but the Heart captain had insisted he pick a word that he wouldn't normally say during sex, and naming one of his katana fit the required criteria and wasn't TOO awful a thing to suddenly yell in the middle of getting fucked, in the highly unlikely event he'd need to use it. I SURE AS SHIT wasn't gonna use 'PORKCHOP' like SENCHO suggested…
"I mean it, Zoro-ya. Don't make me regret this," Law warns him, before turning his attention to their other partner. "And YOU- you follow my lead, got it? If he so much as BREATHES his safeword, you STOP. I don't care if you're balls-deep in his ass about to blow your load- if he says it, even once, you pull out and we're DONE until he says he's good to go again. IF he says he's good to go again."
Looking as though he's about to spontaneously combust, Bartolomeo nods excitedly, although his eyes aren't focused on the stern-faced surgeon but rather darting back and forth between the chair where Luffy's thumbing fresh pre-cum from the slit at his tip… and the bed. Where Zoro's sprawled in the rumpled sheets, one hand traveling the expansive mounds of his tits as he squeezes and fondles himself, occasionally pausing to pluck roughly at one of his nipples. Tugging the stiff, pink points until he draws his flushed areolas taut, while his other hand rests between his parted thighs, reaching beneath his erect cock and his balls to explore the cleft of his buttocks. Index and middle fingers sliding in and out of his lubricant-slicked hole through his glistening, dilated rim.
The first mate's staring right back, lower lip caught between his teeth, but his attention is focused well below the awestruck pirate's tattooed face. He's locked his gaze on the thick silver ring with the ball protruding from Bartolomeo's urethra and curving beneath his glans. And the trio of horizontal bars transfixing the underside of his shaft, their ends also capped with metal balls, albeit slightly smaller than the one in the center of the ring.
Chewing contemplatively on his lip, Zoro wonders how those piercings will feel when they're rubbing along his inner passage, sliding back and forth inside him. When, PLEASE, not if… I swear to god, this guy better not fuckin' faint on me the second he sticks the tip in, 'cause I wanna get FUCKED- not pat his damn hand 'til he regains consciousness 'cause he was too star-struck by the thought of putting his dick up my ass to actually, y'know, PUT HIS DICK UP MY ASS.
Much to the swordsman's embarrassment, he's so fascinated by the multiple piercings adorning the not-particularly-girthy but impressively LONG dick in front of him that he's caught completely off-guard when- grumbling under his breath because it's obvious no one's listening to him- Law reaches down, seizes him by one ankle and yanks his entire body towards the edge of the mattress.
Reacting too slowly to prevent or break his fall, he hits the floor with a grunted curse - thankfully managing NOT to bite his lower lip clean off in the process, although it's a bit too close for comfort - and lies there, blinking while his brain tries to catch up with the rest of him. … ah, okay… guess that means we're gettin' started then.
"Trafalgar-san-!" Bartolomeo begins to protest, only to break off when both Law AND Zoro give him slightly exasperated looks. Their expressions are evidently sufficient to remind him that it's a game and that if he wants to play, he needs to relax, because he holds up a hand. "Sorry, sorry."
Reminding himself to be patient- that just because Bartolomeo LOOKS like he'd be experienced with this BDSM shit, it doesn't necessarily mean he actually IS- the swordsman's attempting to rise when Law cuffs him across the right cheek and jaw forcefully enough to send him reeling sideways into the bedside table.
"Shut up 'n grab him," the surgeon growls, glaring at his fellow captain.
For a moment Zoro's convinced Bartolomeo's going to call the whole thing off, too intimidated by the prospect of manhandling him, but then their host's gaze drops to his erection. Still jutting from his groin, but now with a heavy strand of clear fluid dangling from the tip. The man's eyes widen at the sight of his obvious arousal and then stray reluctantly to Luffy, cautiously gauging his reaction.
No complaints there, and no assistance for Zoro either. Luffy remains slouched in his seat, continuing to jerk off enthusiastically as he observes his first mate's predicament with keen interest.
Nervously licking his lips, the Barto Club captain does as instructed, taking Zoro by one forearm and hauling him upright then seizing and twisting his wrists to trap both arms behind his back. Allowing Law to step in closer and to give the swordsman's tits a wrenching squeeze, smirking at the throaty sound of pleasure that escapes him. "You like that?" Aiming a harsh slap at Zoro's cock that sends it wobbling… and choking back a snort of amusement when he visibly shudders, groaning again, his head rolling back on his shoulders as he raises both hands to grip and knead his own pectorals. "Mugiwara-ya, your first mate turns into such an absolute fucking slut with the smallest taste of pain… it's honestly a little ridiculous." His eyes narrow. "OI. Did any of us tell you that it was alright for you to touch yourself?"
Breathing hard, eye squeezed tightly shut, Zoro misses the brief exchange between his partners as they gaze at each other over his shoulder, Law inclining his head slightly and indicating for Bartolomeo to continue with the movement of his eyes alone. He doesn't, however, miss the grip on his wrists shifting as they're crossed and pushed into the small of his back. Pinned there with one hand so Bartolomeo's free to strike him- tentatively- across the buttocks with the open palm of the other.
A cry of surprise bursting from his lungs, Zoro lunges bolt upright on his toes, hips jerking as his body instinctively retreats from the blow.
Seeming a bit unnerved by his own actions, Bartolomeo hesitates, raised hand hovering in midair… until there's a strangled "o-oi… do- do that AGAIN" from Luffy, and then a second stinging slap sends the swordsman's pelvis jumping forward again, only for him to begin bucking helplessly as Law's fingers close around his shaft and give it a few firm strokes.
"You'd spread your legs for anyone if your captain ordered it, wouldn't you, Zoro-ya?" the surgeon muses, smirking widely when withdrawing his hand prompts a choked moan of disappointment- and delivers another brutal slap to Zoro's cock that forces the breath from his lungs in a sharp, strangled exhalation. "You'd let every last pirate on this ship take a turn or three with your ass, with your mouth, switch from one to the other and back again mid-fuck, if your captain ordered you to be the crew's cumdump…"
There's little the first mate can do to deny this accusation when his cock gives a massive lurch and a thin trickle of fresh pre-cum wells from his tip to run slowly down the underside of his shaft. He feels his face heating up and knows his cheeks are reddening, blazing brilliantly with embarrassment at his body's betrayal.
This time Law doesn't bother muffling his snort of amusement. "Ah, that really does get you going, doesn't it? Thinking about him watching while you're gangbanged by a crowd of strangers, taking their cocks and their loads one after another?" His fingers return to Zoro's twitching length, encircling the shaft and tugging almost gingerly, a gentle caress that's completely at odds with his lewd monologue. "I bet you'd be so turned on at the thought of being used like a whore in front of Mugiwara-ya that you'd BEG for it, wouldn't you, Zoro-ya? Beg an entire pirate crew to take your ass two and three at a time while you suck cock 'til you're drowning in cum and your stretched-out hole's gaping wide enough for Mugiwara-ya to fuck you in that Gear Fourth form of his…"
The swordsman can't hold back the loud, blatantly eager WHINE that slithers out of his throat as he tries to both hump frantically into the surgeon's hand and also push himself back onto the digits Bartolomeo's slipped between his buttocks to run feather-light over and around his rim. H-How the fuck does he KNOW-? I haven't even told SENCHO I've been thinkin' about that shit!
Given the way Law's eyes widen and the way his gaze darts towards the Straw Hat captain, it was very much a shot in the dark. An educated guess at best. "Damn, Zoro-ya…"
"Z-ZORO…" Luffy moans, fist pumping his dick so hard that his knuckles are turning white, creating a startling contrast with the heavily flushed skin of his erect shaft. There's a continuous strand of glistening clear fluid descending from the slit in his glans, collecting in a small puddle on the surface of the chair's seat visible between his splayed legs.
The first mate tenses, gasping as he feels two of Bartolomeo's long, slender fingers press past his opening and slide through his sphincter to delve deep inside him. Stroking the lubricant-smeared tunnel of his ass while he fucks into Law's fist, his gaze locked with his boyfriend's as they watch each other's faces contort with pleasure.
"Mmn- uhn-uhn-uhn- Zor-Zoro wants me to- use- G-Gear Fourth- on him?"
"I-" Zoro whimpers in mingled humiliation and excitement, then raises his voice in protest as the fingers exploring his hole withdraw. Cries out again, even more loudly, when they slap his ass, and then once again as he's spanked twice more in rapid succession. Buttocks burning and tingling from the hardest blows yet, he thrusts faster, his cock unbearably stiff and throbbing in Law's grasp, his balls aching for relief and feeling far too heavy.
"K-Keep- keep smackin' his butt!" Luffy demands, and evidently the adamant tone in which he issues this order finally overrides whatever conflict still existed for Bartolomeo, because he obeys without question. Raining down open-handed slaps on Zoro's ass until he's uttering continuous cries and writhing helplessly, only the grip on his wrists preventing him from stumbling forward into Law.
The flurry of punishment ceases occasionally, just long enough for those long fingers to invade his squirming body, plunging deeper and deeper inside him until the mohawked pirate's fist connects with his ass. Practically punching him between the buttocks while the digits buried within his rear give several rough strokes, then yank free so Bartolomeo can resume slapping him. Each consecutive strike utilizing greater force, until the taller man's panting with the effort required to swing his arm.
Bartolomeo's also grinding against him in the brief moments while fingerfucking him, a paradox of warm flesh and cool steel pushing insistently at his flank and lower back, and he's abruptly reminded that- to an even greater extent than Law- his new partner's far too tall for them to fuck easily while both standing. Like the Heart captain, Bartolomeo will need to pick him up… to wrap both arms around him and lift his body high enough to impale on that piercing-festooned cock…
The thought of having that long shaft with its metal ring and trio of bars INSIDE him makes his abdominal muscles tense and his sphincter clench, clamping down so hard on the fingers buried in his bottom that their owner stammers a flustered-sounding curse and starts rutting against his back in earnest.
Law, on the other hand, remains completely composed- and he's fucking MERCILESS. Caressing Zoro's shaft one moment, only to strike it violently the next. Pinching his nipples and yanking at his tits so roughly that sometimes Bartolomeo's forced to haul on his wrists to prevent him from over-balancing. Slapping him across the face and, once he discovers how the swordsman responds to having pressure exerted on it, gripping him by the throat periodically to squeeze his windpipe until his vision begins to blur around the edges.
And all the while, the surgeon's smirking mouth spills the same sort of filth Zoro ordinarily uses to tease Luffy, gleefully working his boyfriend into a state of agitation and excitement. But Law? Law's entirely too adept at differentiating between what he merely finds interesting or amusing- and what sends his pulse racing. The Heart captain's too damn good at reading his expression and his body language and teasing out the threads of whatever makes him react with the most intensity. Concocting lurid scenarios based on acts he imagines Zoro might be eager to perform at his own captain's behest, and far too often, he guesses correctly, only to smugly take it a step further- to take it SO much further- until the swordsman's so dazed by desire, he can barely think beyond the debauchery that's overtaken his mind.
Panting, he sways between his partners while his chest heaves and his hips attempt to rock and only succeed in making unsteady jerking motions that drive his ass back onto Bartolomeo's fingers and thrust his cock forward in search of Law's hand. He's now desperate for contact- ANY contact- not caring if it's a caress or a slap as long as he's being TOUCHED, because he's so fucking HARD. Every inch of his shaft throbs with obstinate need, his erection jutting from his groin like a steel bar, and knowing that Luffy can see it- that Luffy's been listening every time he moans in response to one of Law's scenarios, watching him buck and writhe in the hands of two men both taller than himself, unable to contain his excitement at the prospect of being manhandled and dominated and humiliated-
It sends a thrill rippling across his sweat-dampened skin, raising gooseflesh, and he allows his head to loll to the side for a better look at his captain.
Studying every twitch and convulsion of Zoro's body with hungry eyes, Luffy's been giving the occasional suggestion to his peers, earning eager participation from Bartolomeo and grudging cooperation from Law because every one of them sounds a lot more like an order than a request, but so far he's appeared mostly content to observe the action from nearby.
He's obviously been enjoying himself, judging by the amount of pre-cum coating his fingers and smeared between his parted thighs and continuing to drip onto the seat beneath him. In fact, from what Zoro's glimpsed in the rare moments he's been able to gather his wits sufficiently to focus on the younger man, Luffy's been holding back for quite a while now, stroking himself right to the edge of orgasm but refusing to let his body climax. Fingers gripping the edges of the chair or sometimes digging against his own bare thighs until the cresting wave recedes enough to let him start playing with his dick again.
It's rare to see him to exercise this much patience and restraint, but Zoro has a pretty good idea why his lover's so determined not to cum even though he'd likely remain erect for another round or so anyway. He's gonna wait- keep edgin' himself 'til it's his turn to fuck me, so he can shoot one huge load… either in my ass or all over me…
At the thought of Luffy buried inside him, shaft pulsing and jerking with each prodigious spurt- not simply filling his hole but flooding his guts with more semen than his body can possibly contain- he groans, undulating his pelvis more vigorously. Finding his voice and gasping, "F-Fuck me! Some- somebody- fuck me! I- I need-"
He's cut short by Law's hand as it seizes him by the throat.
The surgeon's smirking as he leans closer. "-someone's cock in your greedy, cum-guzzling hole? I think that can be arranged." His gaze flicks up. "You heard the whore, Barto-ya. Give him what he wants." And then he lunges in to kiss Zoro, sucking and biting carelessly at his tongue and lips, hand squeezing hard enough for the first mate to feel his pulse in his neck.
"Is it- really o-okay, Zoro-san?" Bartolomeo gasps, even as he continues to finger-fuck Zoro and rub heavily against him. "C-Can I- really-?"
Zoro can't respond with Law's tongue in his mouth and his fingers throttling him, but it makes no difference because Luffy answers for him in a voice so low and rough, his declaration is a growl. "Fuck Zoro, 'n fuck 'im HARD. Get 'im ready for me, Lome."
Gulping in combined nervousness and elation, Bartolomeo yanks his fingers out of Zoro's ass- ignoring his muffled whine of dismay at the loss- and grabs him around the hips, hauling his lower body into the air. Having released his throat after giving his lower lip one last sharp nip and pulling away, Law assists the taller captain, helping him elevate Zoro at an angle between them with his ass raised higher than his head.
Luffy leans forward in his seat, eyes wide and dancing with excitement and lust.
Jolting at the shock of cold metal kissing the sensitive flesh between his buttocks, Zoro squirms, pelvis rolling as he tries to skewer himself on his mohawked partner's pierced glans. Unable to contain the breathless demands tumbling from his throat. "C-C'mon, fuck me- fuck me- FUCK ME!"
Bartolomeo's grip on his middle tightens and the pressure against his rim increases. He can feel the steel ring sliding in the traces of lubricant surrounding his hole as the tip of the other man's cock forces him open, making his next demand devolve into a helpless whine of "fuck mmMNN!".
His sphincter resists. There's a grunt of frustration somewhere above and behind him. Bartolomeo's hips buck- and Zoro cries out again as his sphincter surrenders to the pressure bearing down on it, dilating to admit the glans with its ring and the rigid shaft that follows. He feels the smooth metal balls capping the trio of bars on the underside of its shaft massaging his prostate as they rub over it, unaware that he's now moaning "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh-fuck-oh-fuck-OH-FUCK!" over and over.
Distracted by the intense stimulation, he doesn't realize Law's maneuvering his head into position until the Heart captain forces it down while thrusting up, glans shoving past his parted, babbling lips and entering his mouth. Silencing his cries as it slides over his tongue to the back of his throat and lodges in the opening there, buried all the way to the balls now nudging his chin.
Choking, hips thrusting uselessly at empty air while the cock in his ass works its way deeper with short, rough lunges, he's dimly aware of Luffy groaning and masturbating furiously to the sight of his struggling body pinned between the other captains, skewered on their erections.
There's a stinging slap across his buttocks and he spasms, gagging when he tries to cry out and Law's glans pushes a bit farther down his throat. Both men penetrating him utter low groans of pleasure and Luffy- skin flushed and beaded with sweat from the effort he's putting into holding back- shouts at Law to do it again. And to keep doing it.
Zoro's quickly learned that the surgeon doesn't like being ordered around, not even in bed, but evidently he's willing to make an exception in this situation, because before the swordsman has time to brace himself, the blows come raining down. Open-handed strikes forceful enough to make his ass cheeks quiver beneath Law's palm, to leave his flesh reddened and burning from the repeated, stinging slaps, and he thrashes in his partners' grasp, unable to remain still because Bartolomeo's now driving into him, fucking him hard and fast. Ramming his spasming body forward onto the cock blocking his airway.
He wants to touch himself, to play with his tits and stroke the aching shaft that's flopping up against his lower belly as each brutal thrust sends it swinging wildly beneath him, but he can't unlock his arms from where he's fastened them around Law, one hooked around his hips and the hand of the other clutching one of his thighs. He can't breathe around the flesh clogging his throat. He can't do anything but cling to the other pirate for dear life and make strangled noises, tears beaded in the corners of both eyes and spilling down the right side of his face. Spine arching, abdominal muscles tensing- and it dawns on him only at the very last moment that he doesn't need to touch himself, because-
The bars on the underside of Bartolomeo's shaft- sliding rapidly back and forth over Zoro's prostate as the taller man pounds his upturned ass with relentless enthusiasm- have pushed the first mate so close to release that the next time Law's palm connects with a resounding smack, the additional stimulus pushes him over the edge.
Trying to shout but only managing to gurgle around the surgeon's cock, he claws at the other pirate's buttocks and thighs, leaving behind a crosshatch pattern of nail marks as cum splatters his chest and belly, Law's bare feet and the floor below, erupting from his tip in powerful bursts. His body clenches with each spurt, gripping tightly at the cock plunging in and out of his spasming hole, and Bartolomeo's fingertips dig into his midsection, the mohawked captain gasping curses as he thrusts faster and even harder. Bucking into the swordsman's body so violently that their combined weight pushes Law back a step or two.
Luffy's on his feet and reaching for Zoro's ass, grabbing his cheeks and spreading them wide so he can get a better look at his writhing, climaxing boyfriend's hole being repeatedly impaled. "Zoro- Zoro, you oughta- you GOTTA- see how GOOD you look gettin' fucked like this. Y-Your hole- doesn't wanna let 'im go." He squeezes Zoro's buttocks, caresses the reddened skin, and when he speaks again, his voice is incredibly husky. "Traffy left- HANDPRINTS- on your butt…"
The first mate moans around the shaft sliding in and out of his mouth because Law's now thrusting rapidly between his lips, apparently having tired of using him as a cockwarmer.
"Zoro came so- SO- HARD," Luffy says in a low groan, so close his breath blows hot against the older pirate's skin. His tongue darts out, lapping, tracing the imprints of the Heart captain's splayed fingers emblazoned on Zoro's flushed flesh, and then, without warning, he sinks his teeth into his right buttock, drawing blood and making him convulse with a strangled cry.
Bartomoleo grunts at the sudden increase in pressure around his cock and folds forward, nearly banging heads with the Straw Hat captain. Hips surging in a series of sloppy thrusts, then pressing flush to Zoro's bottom and grinding against it with quick rolling motions.
Licking the semi-circles of shallow punctures he's made in the swordsman's flesh, Luffy draws back slightly to resume watching. He also resumes stroking himself with one hand while the other wanders Zoro's body, stroking him here and there, slipping beneath him to fondle his tits and caress his deflating erection. "You feel 'im inside you, shootin' his load? Gettin' you all stretched out 'n wet 'n ready for me?"
Bartolomeo moans almost as loudly as Zoro himself in response to this, and hearing it, the first mate sputters laughter in the moment or two before Law shoves into his throat again, muffling his sounds of amused wheezing. He closes his eye briefly, savoring the sensation of being so thoroughly stuffed at both ends. Mouth and ass alike stretched wide to accommodate the shafts impaling him. The piercing-laden cock buried in his rear lurching within the snug, slick confines of his body while it pumps him full of semen.
"H-Hurry up, Traffy," Luffy's urging the Heart captain. "-'cause Lome's- almost done 'n I- uhn-uhn- I wanna be able to- mmh- watch Zoro's face while- while I fuck 'im!"
"G-Give me a- a second, Mugiwara-ya," Law grumbles. "Oi, Zoro-ya-" He gives Zoro's cheek a slap to ensure he's paying attention. "Stop- stop zoning out and suck me."
Eye fluttering open to focus blearily on the surgeon's flushed face, the swordsman obeys, pursing his lips and putting his tongue into play along the underside of the shaft. He hums in satisfaction at the sight of the Heart captain's features crumpling into helpless pleasure and increases his suction.
"Zoro's so- so good at- sucking dick," his own captain croons breathlessly, fist tugging his dripping length while he watches, grinning. "H-He looks- so good doin' it- too… d- mmmn- doesn't he, Traffy?"
Zoro shudders, throat convulsing on the flesh he's just taken into it again, as he feels Bartolomeo pull out behind him. Thrust a few more times, cock trapped between his buttocks, sliding back and forth across his distended opening so the piercings on its underside catch his rim and tug the sensitive tissue, while the mohawked pirate groans and sends a final spurt or two of hot fluid arcing onto his lower back.
Highly conscious of how his aching hole's gaping, now empty save for the load of cum the other green-haired man's deposited deep inside it, the first mate sucks more insistently on Law's erection, eager to finish him off. He wants Luffy- he NEEDS Luffy inside him. Needs his lover's familiar girth to fill him and chase away that uncomfortable sensation of emptiness.
To his surprise, Bartolomeo's hold on him shifts as the other man searches for a better grip- and, after a bit of unsuccessful poking and prodding, pushes inside him again, still mostly hard.
The other captain isn't HIS captain, of course, but goddamn if it doesn't feel absolutely fucking fantastic having a cock- any cock- easing into his semen-filled passage and thrusting slowly. Churning the cum inside him into a creamy mess that slicks his walls and escapes his hole to collect around his tingling rim. Prompting his body to produce the most obscene squelching noises as he's taken a second time.
"Just makin' sure Zoro-san stays ready for you, Luffy-san!" he hears Bartolomeo assure his boyfriend cheerfully. "Don't you worry- he's all yours soon as you want 'im!" Evidently no longer overwhelmed at having such intimate access to him- and thank fuck for that, because oh god what the other man's doing to him feels so good and he's already getting hard again. Traf's right- I AM a whore. Just lookit me, gettin' fucked by two rival captains while Sencho watches- 'n loving every goddamn minute of it…
He groans, redoubling his efforts to suck Law to orgasm, and the surgeon gasps, fingers seizing him by the hair and tangling in the short, spiky locks to begin forcing his head up and down.
Zoro doesn't protest, allowing his movements to be controlled when he concentrates on attacking the Heart pirate's rigid flesh with his tongue. Swirling it around and around the glans, sucking away each trace of fresh pre-cum he encounters. Flicking its tip into the sensitive hollow of the frenulum until Law's breath is hissing through clenched teeth.
"Zoro's- doin' such a good job- uhn-uhn- makin' our friends- feel good," Luffy announces between panting breaths, his eyes suddenly gleaming.
Oh god, no, you've gotta be KIDDING. Please don't tell me he's gonna-
"I have the b-best- the best first mate, don't- don't I, Lome?"
Bartolomeo- who's apparently accepted this nickname along with the other random shit the Straw Hat captain's been calling him- utters a grunt of agreement. "Z-Zoro-san's AMAZIN'- Luffy-san!" And just like that, the mohawked pirate goes full fanboy, expressing his admiration for everything from his hero's commendable swordsmanship skills to the superb tightness of his ass. The entire cringe-worthy oration delivered in gasps and groans, because although he repeatedly forgets to continue moving in his eagerness to share what he finds so captivating about the Straw Hats' first mate, Bartolomeo never stops fucking Zoro while he's talking- not even once- not when Luffy's right there helpfully urging him to keep going whenever his thrusting begins to slow.
Much as he'd like to simply disappear from sheer embarrassment - Bartolomeo's flattery not just failing to have the same impact on his libido as when Luffy praises him, but actually making him feel a bit like crawling under the nearby bed frame in an attempt to escape - the swordsman's cock apparently has other ideas. He can feel himself hardening again as his body recovers, courtesy of the sensations caused by the piercings pressing and rubbing and prodding all the right places inside him.
Of course, the weight of his captain's stare is equally responsible for his renewed ardor. Because the entire time Luffy's speaking to Bartolomeo, laughing at something the other pirate's said or humming happily in agreement or fussing at him to speed up, the rubber man's eyes remain fixed on Zoro. Restlessly roaming his naked body, the desire and intensity within their gaze growing, while at the same time he begins to fidget. His patience clearly exhausted.
Guess he didn't count on Law takin' so long to cum- but honestly… I'm not sure I'D be able to get MY rocks off either with Barto shootin' his mouth off like that.
Debating whether or not he'll get himself murdered poking a finger between Law's buttocks to mess around with his hole and hopefully speed the process along a bit, Zoro glances up while he continues sucking enthusiastically on the Heart captain's cock. He finds Law staring down at him, and it's all he can do to avoid sputtering laughter at the exasperation and frustration writ clear on the other man's face.
Extending the invitation for Bartolomeo to join them had been Luffy's idea, and while Zoro didn't feel any serious interest in or attraction to their host, he'd agreed almost immediately when the rubber man asked if he'd be willing to let Bartolomeo fuck him. Mostly because it'd been Luffy requesting it and he's got such a hard time saying "no" to anything he wants, but also because it'd sure sounded like fun, getting passed around and used like a cheap sex toy by all three captains at once. He'd been reminded of that time with Johnny and Yosaku, way back when he and Luffy had been little more than friends with benefits and still very uncertain where their relationship was headed.
Law, on the other hand, had grumbled for quite some time upon hearing the proposal. Not because he's vehemently opposed to giving up some of the access he's been granted to Zoro, he'd been careful to explain, but because Bartolomeo's personality clashed so strongly with his own. He'd expressed concern over the other captain's excitability, declaring the prospect of encountering it in a sexual context somehow worse even than dealing with Luffy's boundless enthusiasm and lack of decorum in bed- which had made Zoro bark laughter, earning him several swats from the younger pirate.
The surgeon had eventually capitulated, telling them to do whatever the hell they wanted, but he'd stood firm in his conviction that the mohawked pirate's inclusion might be more trouble than it's worth.
Now, sharing a look of commiseration with Law and feeling his ears burn as Bartolomeo continues happily extolling his virtues while thrusting into him, Zoro's inclined to agree. The man's pierced cock has certainly been a pleasant discovery and feels far too good plowing his ass for him to regret agreeing to this foursome, but… he's pretty sure that unless the mohawked pirate manages to unexpectedly blow his mind with another, even better surprise- experiencing it once has been quite enough. If Luffy suggests they do this again, he's going to turn him down.
Or at least he's INTENDING to say no. His captain can be pretty damn persuasive.
…maybe we can just gag him with my bandana or something next time… the swordsman muses before returning as much of his full attention to Law as he can muster, doing his best to turn out the noise behind him while he sucks and licks with increased ferocity. Humming in satisfaction at the renewed flow of pre-cum against his tongue and the way the fingers tangled in his hair are beginning to tremble as they push and pull with greater emphasis to make his head bob faster.
Blissfully lost in the taste and texture of his partner's cock, he jerks, startled, when a hand abruptly closes around his swelling erection to caress him from base to tip and tease the slit in his glans. He recognizes Luffy's familiar touch and groans, instinctively rolling his hips to thrust downwards into his boyfriend's grasp, in hopes of encouraging him to start stroking. To his immense satisfaction, not only does his captain oblige him, but his own subsequent movements - pelvis humping to fuck into the fist pumping him - have the added bonus of shutting up Bartolomeo's seemingly endless stream of adoration, reducing him to moans and broken panting when Zoro's rocking shifts his sphincter back and forth more quickly on his shaft.
There's a barely audible "oh thank god" from above as Law registers the silence, and Zoro nearly chokes on his cock attempting to contain laughter at the undisguised relief in his voice.
He uses the clenching of his esophagus to his advantage, pushing forward on the Heart captain's length until his nose is nuzzling into Law's pubes. Deep-throating him until the fingers in his hair begin to tug. Ignoring his partner's strangled warning, gulping convulsively to encourage his twitching flesh to deliver the load he can sense coming.
Law growls and bucks, cock lurching, and abruptly there's cum rising in Zoro's throat to spill back into his mouth. He swallows, long and hard, allowing the other man to hold his head down while continuing to fire heavy spurts straight down his gullet. Eye half-lidded, gaze rolling back up to watch Law's face contort in pleasure.
Now fully erect again in the tunnel of Luffy's fist, rigid with excitement at his captain being right here stroking his length and now also crooning encouragement and praise to him while his mouth and ass are both stuffed full of cock and flooded by cum, Zoro wants Luffy even more badly than before they started. When Law finally withdraws, glans departing with a wet pop and leaving the swordsman's lips glistening with spittle and traces of the seminal fluid also trickling from one corner of his mouth, he moans his captain's title, turning that one word into a plea that speaks volumes.
"MY turn now," the rubber man tells Bartolomeo as the mohawked pirate carefully eases Zoro upright to cradle him back-first against his heaving tattooed chest, still buried inside him and giving short, rough thrusts against his cum-smeared, handprint-marked bottom.
Leaning back, the first mate throws an arm around Bartolomeo's neck to steady himself, but his eye is locked on Luffy. Gaze following him as he retreats to the chain and sits down with his legs spread wide and his dick standing up thick and glistening wetly with the pre-cum he's smeared down its length in the process of playing with himself. He's doing it now as well, palm cupping his balls and gently squeezing them, rolling them together. Watching, Zoro makes another needy sound in the back of his throat, squirming on the shaft impaling him. Jerking his hips to work the piercings along its underside in and out of his clenched hole, making Bartolomeo groan and tighten his arms around him.
Luffy's eyes widen at the sight, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows and his erection twitches so forcefully, it bumps his lower belly.
"Sencho-" Zoro calls, knowing his tone is pleading and not giving a damn. "I- I need-" He rocks harder, forcing his buttocks back into his partner's groin with a wet slap. Bracing himself and doing it again and again, shoving his ass down on Bartolomeo's length in rough strokes until he can feel the metal ring way up inside him, thumping against his inner wall as his dilated rim grinds down around the other man's base. "-n-need you in- inside me, Luff! Uhn-uhn-uhn! I need- uhn- I need you to- uhn-uhn-UHN-UHN-UHN! I NEED YOUR- UHN- YOUR COCK! I NEED YOU TO- TO FUCK ME! TO C-CUM INSIDE ME!"
He's almost certainly audible outside the captain's quarters. His nakama and their allies and Barto's crew are likely listening to him wail for Luffy's dick- for his captain's cock to shove into his gaping hole, rail him absolutely senseless, then spurt inside him until he's sloppy with it and leaking like a sieve. His demands to have his ass claimed are probably loud enough to be heard throughout the entire SHIP. And he doesn't care.
"Lome, bring Zoro here, NOW," Luffy orders and Bartolomeo, already rushing towards him, stumbles over his own feet at the touch of haki in the last bit of the demand. Nearly falling- and nearly dropping Zoro, who's struggling in his arms and continuing to make his need known in a helpless, wavering groan and barely notices the close call because he's stretching out his free arm for Luffy, too desperate for his touch to be aware of anything beyond the closing distance between them.
Law recoils slightly at the surge of willpower blasting by him, then retreats- muttering under his breath- to the bed, where he slides onto the mattress to lean against the small mountain of pillows shoved out of the way against the headboard, propping his chin up with one elbow and settling in to watch.
Reaching up, Luffy takes hold of one of Zoro's shoulders and his opposite hip while their host quickly disengages from his shuddering body to lower him into the Straw Hat captain's arms. Both of them working together to guide his bottom down to meet Luffy's lap, plunging him onto the erection awaiting him there, and he arches between the two men, crying out when the angle causes the dome of his boyfriend's dick to press hard against his prostate as it enters him, toppling him headlong into orgasm.
Cum spills from his pulsing cock onto his groin and inner thighs as they ease him lower and the thick shaft slides full-length into his well-lubricated rear passage. And then Luffy's mouth is meeting his lips in a searing kiss, smothering his moans as the spasms of release shudder through his pelvis, and Luffy's arms are coiling around him in haphazard loops, pulling him closer and lifting him just high enough to give himself room to thrust- and then Luffy's bucking slowly beneath him, hips rising to bump his rear and jounce his trembling body, shifting that rigid flesh inside him, barely moving, fucking him far more gently than he expected, but he doesn't mind because Luffy's dick feels so goddamn good buried in his ass, so slick and hard- so hard- SO FUCKING HARD and-
He's dimly aware of Law uttering a sudden "oh" of genuine surprise and of Bartolomeo taking a step back so he can crane his neck to peer at what's caught the surgeon's attention- only to make a very startled, strangled-sounding noise before hesitantly asking, "L-Luffy-san? I don't mean ta interrupt, but… is- is that really such a good idea?"
"-the f-fuck y- you doin'?" the first mate manages to groan between his captain's amorous kisses, inner thighs shaking uncontrollably as echoes of his climax throb through his lower body. "Wh- what're-?"
"Z-Zoro trusts me- right?" Luffy gasps, gazing up at him with eyes half-lidded and cheeks flushed.
"M-Mmnn…" Not exactly a coherent answer - the ability to speak has deserted him again - but he's confident his lover will understand this short, soft moan as affirmation. Because he does trust the younger man. He trusts Luffy with his body- trusts him with his heart. Trusts that despite his impulsiveness and his reckless nature, Luffy would never attempt anything he believed might genuinely harm him.
Something that pushes the boundaries though? Something incredibly ill-advised and probably a little risky and more than likely to have the surgeon scowling at them from across the mattress sprouting a few grey hairs before the end of the night? That's something Luffy's quite capable of initiating without a second thought. And if Zoro's not particularly concerned he might end up agreeing to something that could end with him in traction with one or more or even ALL his limbs in casts? Well. It's not like he's often called out for his sound judgment.
Like he surmised, Luffy has no difficulty deciphering his rather ambiguous response as agreement and favors him with a positively dazzling smile. Relaxing his grip, he allows the tangled confusion of his arms to go slack around the swordsman's torso, giving him enough freedom to lean back and peer down between their joined bodies.
Zoro's not sure exactly what he's even supposed to be looking for at first, but when he shifts a second time in an attempt to get a better look, the movement raises his pelvis, pulling his bottom an inch or so free from the shaft transfixing his rim. And that's when he catches his first glimpse of the black, hardened flesh beneath him. Slick and glistening with a milky glaze from the load Bartolomeo left in his ass before turning him over to the man now buried inside him.
While he's staring down at Luffy's dick, a heavy trickle of cum escapes his body and meanders slowly to the base of the dark shaft, and his breath dies in his throat as a thrill of excitement mingled with terror ripples over his sweat- and cum-streaked skin. Stiffening his nipples to such stony points that they ache and stirring his semi-flaccid cock where it's drooping against his thigh. Tightening his sphincter around the haki-coated length nudging inside him, because Luffy's losing his battle to continue holding still.
"Zoro- really liked- when Traffy m-mentioned- mmn- G-Gear Fourth. 'N that- that might be- a little big 'til he's stretched out- real good, so I- I thought- maybe- we could start with some- other stuff…"
"D-Do it," Zoro blurts. Having no idea what his captain has in mind, but too turned on to think rationally. Too horny to care about the risks.
Luffy's evidently having the same difficulty, because he doesn't ask if the swordsman's sure- he just retightens his grip and resumes thrusting into him, a bit more vigorously now that he's been given permission.
From the bed, Law mumbles something disparaging about them sharing a single semi-functional brain cell… but he doesn't look away. Bartolomeo continues hovering and wringing his hands, concerned, until Zoro eventually loses his patience and snaps, "Look, either play with my tits while Sencho fucks me or go hang out with Law over there 'n WATCH Sencho fuck me, but DO SOMETHING besides stand there!" At least he thinks that's what comes out his mouth, anyway.
It must've been along those lines though, because to his surprise, Bartolomeo actually begins reaching for him- only to hastily withdraw and scurry for the relative safety of the bed when Luffy tenses and snarls "I said, MY TURN" in a tone that threatens bodily harm if the other captain tries to push his luck.
"Are- you jealous?" Zoro groans into his boyfriend's ear before catching its lobe between his teeth, tugging briefly on the delicate tissue while undulating his pelvis so his rear rises and falls, taking that almost unbearably hard dick deep inside him again and again. "It was- mmn, uhn- uhn- it was y-your idea- for him to- to fuck me…"
"I know," Luffy grumbles, fingers hooked into his shoulders and upper back. He's also pumping his hips harder, chin digging into the flesh between Zoro's neck and shoulder, and the first mate can't help wondering if he's glaring at Bartolomeo. "But- I didn't know- 'bout the ring 'n- all that OTHER stuff on his dick, 'n-" He gives an extra rough thrust, a smug-sounding "shi-shi-shi" escaping him when Zoro cries out, nails raking his back. "It looked like it- mmn- like it made Zoro feel real good."
"It did, but- unh-uhn-" For a moment, the older pirate can't speak, too focused on the haki-enhanced flesh stroking over that spot just inside him. "F-Fuck, Luff- you- you're so- h-hard, I-" He throws his head back, abdominal and thigh muscles bunching as he abandons any attempts at conversation in favor of riding his captain with unsteady jerks of his lower body, moaning when his lover's mouth latches onto his throat, nibbling and sucking.
"H-Hold onto me," Luffy releases him long enough to gasp, and then his teeth return, clamping down on Zoro's windpipe.
Shuddering, the swordsman hears his own voice rise from a low moan to a sharp cry just short of a wail as he feels the shaft inside him abruptly begin to EXPAND. Sending little jolts of dull discomfort lancing through his anus and internal sphincter as his flesh stretches to accommodate the increased girth penetrating it. He claws his partner's back, bucking more frantically astride his lap, bringing their bodies together again and again in a burst of loud moist slaps.
"G-Good?" his captain releases his throat again to ask. A hand slipping under him to rub gently around his hole, massaging the strained flesh.
Eye watering, he stares into Luffy's flushed face- at the hectic color in his cheeks and the urgency in his gaze. "MORE." He pushes himself down until his bottom's pressed snugly against Luffy's base and rubbing his balls and his tip's prodding that wall inside him. A barrier that he knows can be overcome at the right angle. "M-More," he repeats breathlessly. "-'n I want- I want you deep. REAL deep. Like- rou- round the bend deep…"
The younger man's mouth forms an "o" of understanding.
They've only done this a few times before, often using toys and with mixed results, but Zoro's pretty sure he's riled up enough right now to pull it off.
Law's off the bed and standing beside them, bottle of lube in hand, before Luffy can formulate a coherent response. "Up, Zoro-ya. You're going to need a lot more lubrication if you intend to take Mugiwara-ya beyond your sigmoid bend." He eyes the rubber man, scowling. "And you- DON'T inflate your dick more until I tell you it's alright."
Gathering shaky legs beneath him, Zoro slowly eases himself free- only to be overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure-induced dizziness as his boyfriend's enlarged glans pops out, leaving his hole gaping. When he attempts to stand, he promptly tumbles forward face-first onto Luffy, who catches him, giggling wildly. "You- you okay, Zoro?"
"Y-Yeah, I just- need a sec. I think my- my damn legs're asleep."
Behind him, Law sighs. "Mind if I lend a hand with this, so we're not waiting for the two of you all damn day?" Seeing their heads nod in unison, he uncaps the lube, then, using one hand to tilt Zoro's ass higher, unceremoniously upends the bottle to pour a thick stream of oil directly into him.
The swordsman jerks, yelping in alarm as the cool liquid makes contact with his warm body, and then sags against his captain's chest, shivering as he feels the stuff trickling deeper inside. Under him, Luffy continues wheezing laughter, although he's also petting his flanks, hands gradually making their way higher until they're grasping his buttocks. Fingers probing between them to touch his gaping rim. "Oh, wooow- Zoro, your butt's just this gigantic hole right now. I bet Traffy can see AAALL the way inside you." He slowly circles the inner edge of the hole with a fingertip, grinning when Zoro moans at his touch. "Oi, Traffy-"
"Mugiwara-ya, I've asked you before-"
"You're hard again, right, Traffy? 'Cause you were over there jerkin' off just now, watchin' me fuck Zoro." The Straw Hat captain hooks two fingers inside the first mate's rim and tugs gently in opposite directions, stretching him a bit wider and making him cry out. "I think you oughta stick it in 'im, for just a li'l bit- make sure he's oiled up good for me."
"..."
Zoro buries his face into his lover's scarred pectorals, moaning and trying to clench around the digits playing with his ass. He hears Law inhale sharply behind him, and a moment later another pair of hands join the two already on him, kneading his buttocks and then gripping them tightly. Hot flesh nudges at his perineum, moves a bit higher to press firmly against his anus and, with little effort, breaches his body. Sliding into him, shifting through his loosened sphincter in slow strokes that work the oil deeper and deeper, until-
The surgeon's glans bumps that barrier inside him, pushes at it unsuccessfully. Drawing back for another thrust, Law gives his hips a slight jerk, adjusting the angle of his entry, and the first mate feels him slide past the bend. Sinking into him so deeply that the Heart captain's balls are pressing into the dilated depression of his rim, threatening to follow the man's shaft inside, and Law's now curled forward around his back and buttocks. Weight heavy on his spine, forcing him down against Luffy.
He stays there for a moment, pelvis pushing at Zoro's rear in a slow, swaying motion that shifts his tip back and forth into the chamber beyond the sharp curve he's navigated, and then he withdraws, breathing heavily. "Al-Alright, Mugiwara-ya- he's- he's all yours now. T-Try- try not to break him." And, just before turning to move back towards the bed, he gives Zoro a hard slap on the ass and hisses, "SAFEWORD. Use the- the head between your shoulders, n-not the one attached to your dick."
The swordsman groans into Luffy's chest, hips bucking involuntarily, and before he can begin to sit up, his captain's scooping him up. Carrying him to the bed and tossing him down on the section of mattress Law was about to reclaim, much to the surgeon's annoyance. Moving over him on all fours and seizing him by the hips, raising his lower body high enough to penetrate- unexpectedly aided by Bartolomeo, who shoves a couple of pillows under Zoro's lower back and then retreats again, looking extremely pleased to find himself of assistance.
Sprawling down beside them as close as he can manage without risking his fellow captain's ire by actually touching Zoro, the mohawked captain says something the swordsman doesn't catch because he can't hear anything but his own groan of pleasure as Luffy pushes back inside him, dick still shiny black with armament haki, and immediately begins taking his body fast and hard. Fingers grip his thighs tightly enough to bruise, but the low-level pain only makes him eager for more, and he's already reaching for his own pectorals when the cock thrusting into him swells a bit larger. He arches, cursing, his pelvis and one leg jerking uncontrollably as his hands close on his tits and squeeze so forcefully that the flesh rises pale and bloodless between his fingers.
He's dimly aware he's nearly kicked Bartolomeo in the stomach and that Law- already well-acquainted with the hazards of getting a little too close to the two Straw Hat pirates when they're engaged in some serious hardcore fucking- is warning the other man to give them a bit more room.
Panting, eyes wild, Luffy gives a sideways jab with his hips and thrusts past the bend inside him, lube- and cum-slicked shaft pushing so deep that Zoro releases one pectoral and gropes down his own midsection and belly to see if he can feel his lover's erection through his abdominal wall. And seeing what he's doing, Luffy expands himself yet again- in length as well as girth this time.
In the moment before the increasing pressure inside his pelvic region and stomach leaves him thrashing helplessly in the sheets, trying to scream but unable to make a sound, the first mate's sure he can feel the flesh bulge under his fingertips. Then he's too overwhelmed to consider whether or not it was his imagination, his vision blurred by tears and his head spinning.
It's possible he loses consciousness for a few seconds, because suddenly he's back in Luffy's arms even though he doesn't remember sitting up. The younger pirate's shoving up inside him, lips spilling a frantic litany of "Zoro-Zoro-Zoro!" and "I love you!"s interspersed with guttural grunts and gasps. Dick pounding his overtaxed rectum and lower intestine, so thick and hard inside that it's grinding into his prostate with every stroke. The noises emerging from his hole as Luffy drives into him sound like somebody repeatedly punching their fist into a pot full of poorly drained boiled pasta, he has time to think, and then he's convulsing in his lover's arms with a strangled wail, releasing only a spurt or two of thin fluid because, between the three of them, his partners have milked him dry.
His captain moans another breathy "Zorooo-" and continues fucking him, face burrowing against his neck, arms looping tighter around him- and now that he's climaxed, he's suddenly conscious of the other pressure in his abdomen. One that feels strangely good, even though he knows it shouldn't, because it's definitely not another orgasm. Not this soon.
"Lu-Luffy-" he tries to gasp, squeezing his eye shut and squirming futilely in his boyfriend's iron grasp. "Oh fuck- oh fuck oh fuck, uhhnnn, no- I c-" Fingers scrabbling at Luffy's shoulders and back, nails clawing furrows in his skin. "No-no-no-no-NO! I can't- I can't! Fuck!"
Beside them, Bartolomeo's face is a mask of confusion and apprehension.
Zoro groans, panting harder, too aware of the pressure squeezing his prostate. The gland's pinned between the haki-hardened surface of his captain's dick and his bladder, which Luffy's crushing deeper into his pelvis every time he thrusts. "S-Sencho, NO- please, you- you gotta- st-stop a sec, or I'm g- I'm gonna- oh god- I'm-"
Unfortunately, he's so overstimulated and flustered by his current predicament that he's completely forgotten about the importance of the safeword and Law's warnings that without it, begging them- ANY of them- to stop will be a useless gesture. Which is why- he'll later learn- despite being well-aware of his protests, Luffy not only doesn't stop moving but actually starts fucking him EVEN HARDER.
Clenching his teeth, the swordsman fights to maintain the tension in his lower body, but with his entire frame being jarred so roughly, it's a losing battle. He manages one more choked cry of "FUCK!" before his squashed bladder finally rebels beyond any hope of control. Feeling the muscles in his pelvic floor slacken, he cringes internally, trying to ignore the resulting throb in his prostate because accidentally pissing himself should not- SHOULD ABSOLUTELY NOT- feel this good.
Bartolomeo gawks. In the chair where he'd collapsed after they'd stolen his spot on the bed, Law crosses his arms and leans back, muttering, "Idiots." And Luffy-
Feeling the sudden burst of wetness between them, Luffy eases back to take a look- and makes a startled noise at the sight of the stream rising from Zoro's half-hard cock to splatter back down on his groin and splayed thighs. When his hips instinctively complete their latest thrust without any input from his brain, the stream arcs higher, now pattering down on the first mate's heaving midsection, and the rubber man makes another noise that's far less startled… and bucks his pelvis forward again, considerably harder. Looking on with unmistakable fascination as the older pirate's body responds to his movements.
"Wh-What the fuck, Sencho- don't- don't watch m-!" Zoro sputters, knowing his face has probably flushed from merely pink to outright crimson because he can feel the heat suffusing his cheeks.
"I- o-oh, I made Zoro-" Luffy's face is also flushing darker, but evidently for a very different reason, because before the swordsman can utter another word, his captain's falling forward, tumbling him backwards onto the mattress and fucking him with such intensity that he's forced to abandon any attempts to deal with his voiding bladder in favor of hanging onto his partner's shoulders and biting the inside of his mouth to prevent himself from yowling like a scalded cat.
Right before Luffy slammed him down and started screwing him like their lives now depend on him getting his back blown out, he'd glimpsed Bartolomeo jerking off, staring at them with wide eyes and ALSO badly flushed. He dimly supposes he shouldn't be surprised. Guy just LOOKS like somebody who'd have a piss kink, with the mohawk 'n the face tats 'n dick piercings 'n-
And then Luffy unexpectedly does- well, whatever the hell it is that he's been doing to make his dick bigger, he does it AGAIN, and the first mate forgets all about speculating on whether or not Bartolomeo's into watersports, and he forgets about the urine pooled in his navel and dripping down his sides into the sheets. He forgets about being disgusted with himself, and he forgets about being embarrassed, and he COMPLETELY forgets about holding back his voice.
Struggling under his captain's pumping hips and the hand planted in the center of his chest, pinning him flat against the bed, he SCREAMS for the younger man to fuck him. To give him MORE. He BEGS for it and he PLEADS for it, wailing every word at the top of his lungs, not caring who hears him- not as long as Luffy hears him and Luffy gives him what he wants. If Luffy gives him what he NEEDS- and what he needs, possibly more than he needs the air he's expelling with each explosive cry, is to feel his lover climaxing deep within him, shaft jumping as he releases that long-delayed load into the slick, thoroughly stretched, well-fucked passage between his buttocks. Spurting what's sure to be a massive amount of cum into his eagerly waiting ass and unequivocally claiming his writhing form in front of these two other men- these two other captains- who've had their hands on him and their cocks inside him.
Above him, Luffy's grunting and groaning and even whimpering as he bucks more and more wildly, the flush coloring his cheeks no longer confined to his face alone but spread down his neck to his collarbone and chest. Unlike his partner, he's largely given up on trying to speak except to occasionally moan the swordsman's name- until his thrusts start to lose their rhythm, becoming so uncoordinated and rough that Zoro's reduced to clutching him and giving a hoarse, ragged shout each time the rubber man's pelvis collides with his bottom, shaking his frame from head to toe.
Breath speeding up, his captain begins to vocalize with every lunge of his hips, fucking into his squirming body with a continuous "ZOR-ZOR-UHN-UHN-ZOR-!" The fingers of the hand braced between his pectorals hook into claws, digging into the muscle, as the movement of Luffy's hips slows, every thrust progressively more forceful until he finally slams himself home and remains fully buried, quivering, a strained "nnNNGGGHHHHHH! ZOR-ZORO! ZORO! ZORO! ZORRROOO!" bursting from his throat.
The massive shaft lodged in Zoro's body leaps inside him, shifting against his inner walls every time it pumps another copious jet of semen into him, and he groans- then cries out, feeling the pressure swell into a distinct cramp in his abdomen as his lover's release fills the section beyond the bend in his lower gut, bloating his belly. "... o-oh, oh fuck-"
Hunched over him, Luffy's sucking in ragged lungfuls of air, eyes half-lidded and dazed with the euphoria of intense orgasm. When he registers the sudden tension in Zoro's body, however, he pats clumsily down his boyfriend's torso to where he's clutching his side, nudging his hand aside to prod curiously at the swelling flesh. And pressing too damn hard; they both feel gas and fluid shift under his fingers, and Zoro's stomach makes a whining, gurgling noise of protest.
"P-Pull out- a little," the swordsman groans, trying not to grimace at the increasing discomfort. "That- that's t- that's TOO fuckin' deep."
"I th- I thought- Zoro- wanted me d-deep," Luffy teases breathlessly, although he's already easing away a bit, glans retreating back to his partner's rectum.
Zoro lets out a sigh of relief as he feels the pressure in his abdomen lessen. "Yeah, but- I didn't- mmn- I didn't expect you to- to shoot y-your load all the way- up there. Or m-make your dick even BIGGER…" He tightens his pelvic muscles, squeezing his body tighter around Luffy's shaft, which is still much longer and far, far thicker than usual but seems to have lost its temporary sheath of haki. Makes sense- dunno how the hell he'd cum with it all coated like that.
"I- I didn't expect Zoro to-" His captain flushes darker, sucking in his lower lip and tracing one of the wet paths trailing down his partner's flank from his groin. "... umm…"
Zoro flinches, only now recalling that the dampness on his overheated skin is more than sweat and cum. "I didn't do it on purpose! It just- " He flounders for an explanation and finally bursts out with "Luffy, you- you literally FUCKED THE PISS OUTTA ME!" Feeling his face burning with shame and too flustered to meet his lover's eyes, he looks away- only to catch Bartolomeo's gaze, and he can't decide whether or not that's worse, because the mohawked pirate's still playing with himself and his expression reads like he's just been given everything he requested for his birthday, and Zoro has NO GODDAMN IDEA how to feel about how the other man's now looking at him. God, he looks like he might CRY if I let him fuck me again. The TEARS OF JOY kinda cry… but, like, WHY? Is- is he hoping I'll piss on HIM too?
"... wasn't TRYING to…" Luffy says sheepishly. "You felt SO GOOD, all tight 'n hot 'n WET 'n-" He pauses, looking uncertain, and then blurts, "-'n you didn't use your word! So when you started yellin' at me, I thought- I thought you were, y'know, p-playin' the GAME... I didn't know you needed to PEE!"
"You'n me both," the first mate mumbles. "... I was fine 'til you started blowin' your dick up like a balloon…" He sighs. "I guess next time I'll hafta-"
'-make sure I take a leak before we fuck' is what he INTENDS to say, but all that emerges from his parted lips is a wavering "ahhHHHhhhh- oh- oh god- S-Sencho!" because Luffy's once again gone alarmingly stiff inside him, stretching his sphincter just a bit wider and sending a throb of mingled pain and pleasure through the distended ring of muscle. He slides his hand lower, over his flaccid cock and his balls, fingertips traveling down his perineum until they encounter the broad shaft penetrating his aching rim. Caressing the smooth, haki-enhanced flesh. "Mmmn- f-fuck, you're so- so hard like this, Luff…" Groaning as he traces the spot where it disappears inside him. "... so… goddamn BIG…"
"Mmhmm." His boyfriend's grinning, eyes gleaming with mischief. "-but Zoro took it so good…"
Zoro's body clenches involuntarily in response to this declaration and he gasps, renewed tension coiling in his lower belly as heat flares through his groin.
Luffy's hips sway back and then forwards again, a slow thrust that makes the swordsman arch beneath him, free hand clutching at the rumpled sheets on which he's sprawled, as his captain reaches out to grasp his pectorals. Thumbs sliding against his nipples, the other digits curling to take firm hold of the dense tissue, and then they're squeezing and kneading and tugging while Luffy continues to rock lazily into him. "Zoro took- all of me 'n he- uhn- he looked so good doin' it… he FELT so g-good, wrapped all- tight- 'round my dick…" Moving back and forth in languid strokes, rubbing against that spot, over and over and over. "... but when- mmmn- when he was screamin' my name, he- b-begged me to- give 'im more, 'n-"
A sharp noise somewhere between a moan and a whine bursts from Zoro's throat, his spine bowing as the hard shaft inside him swells again.
"I'm- I'm g-gonna- give 'im- what he asked for…"
"L-Luff- oh-oh shit, oh god, oh fuck- Sencho-!"
The rubber man's hands are squeezing harder, crushing his tits together, but his hips continue their agonizing leisurely undulation. "... gonna take you j-just like- like this… real, real slow… for as long as- as long as it t-takes for you to- beg for more…" Fingers pinching and hauling on his nipples until he tips his head back, crying out. "Then you're- uhnnn- you're g-gonna let Traffy 'n- Lome- share your hole, 'cause- I wanna see- I wanna see you t-take 'em both at once…"
Zoro moans, shuddering, pushing his bottom into the younger pirate's thrusts. One hand clutching the fistful of bedding he's seized while the fingers of the other continue to explore the place their bodies are joined, feeling his boyfriend slowly sliding in and out of his clenching tunnel. Conscious of his pulse thrumming in his widely-stretched rim.
"-and after they c-cum, either- in you or o-on you or- wherever," Luffy tells him, voice dropping to a lascivious purr that makes his breath stop and his cock stir. "-I'm gonna fuck you again, Zoro… 'n I'm gonna fuck you usin' Gear Fourth."
Licking his suddenly dry lips, Zoro stares up at his lover's devious expression, nervous excitement flooding his system with so much adrenaline that his heart's soon hammering inside his rib cage. One corner of his mouth twitches before- very slowly- it curls into a smile… and then blossoms into an outright grin, and abruptly he and Luffy are both grinning at each other - challenge issued and accepted - and there's only a hint of a tremor in his voice when he growls back, "Aye aye, Captain."