Zoro had to be dreaming. There was no other explanation for the current events. No fucking way this was true.
Did this hot blonde just really offered to give him head?
Fuck, the night just got a hundred percent better.
Still, it had to be a wet dream. He would wake up in a couple minutes, the blond man offering head proving to be a product of his fantasy.
Except – this seemed to be real. He felt everything. He felt his frantic heartbeat in his chest, he felt the heat of the blonde he was dragging along, he felt the soft material of the blonde's jacket, and he felt the breath of the other man tingling in his neck.
"Wait, where are you taking me?" The other man called out.
Fuck. His voice was like sex. It was raw and musky and smoky. Yeah, smoke. He definitely smelled some cigarette smoke from the other man. He was probably a smoker. For some reason cigarettes just became his new fetish.
"Talk to me, moss-head, or I'm going to kick your ass all over to the other side of Grand Line City-"
"Just over there." Zoro still didn't trust his voice around this man. He tried to keep it steady, but he was sure the blonde could distinct the small shake in it.
Zoro pulled the man between two parked cars and pressed the blonde against one. He just stood there, staring at the man in front of him. He was tall, almost as tall as he was; also he was kind of skinny, but still muscled; he wore nice and fancy clothes, probably some designer suit; but the most gorgeous thing about the man in front of him was no doubt his face. He had delicately chiseled features, elegant but manly, incredible eyes, accented with a curly eyebrow. His hair was covering part of his face and he itched to brush that streak of hair out of the man's eye.
He wanted to run his fingers all over his body, he wanted to taste his skin – he was crazy with lust, just by a few spoken words and the looks of this man.
Fuck, he really wanted to touch him, but he didn't want to scare him away.
He kept his fingers to himself, for now. The other man just stood still and his expression gave nothing away. Insecurity washed over Zoro.
Did he understand the other man right? Did he really say that he wanted to suck his dick?
"Are you sure about this?" Zoro asked suspiciously.
"Fuck, no. But I have no other choice." The man replied with his husky voice.
"Nobody forces you-"
"Shut up, moss-head. Be lucky that I picked you. Now get off me and turn around."
Zoro could only oblige. He backed off and leant against a car. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and watched with glowing eyes the blonde man. Currently he was fumbling with a cigarette, but after he had lit it he seemed much calmer. The man took a deep drag and Zoro got a hard on instantly. He imagined those lips around his dick instead of this cigarette – fuck. If he kept on with this fantasy, he was going to come in his pants like some fucking inexperienced 15-year old.
Sanji took two deep drags of his cigarette. He let the nicotine burn in his lungs, trying to suppress his inner shaking.
The moss-head looked at him as if Sanji was some fucking birthday cake just for him. Or some fucking man that just promised to give head – wait - he just did. He noticed the growing bulge in the other man's pants.
Shivers went down Sanji's spine. Was he really going to do it?
Yes, he was.
He had to be trembling or looking really inexperienced because the other man asked in his low timbre: "You never gave head before?"
"Fuck, no." Sanji didn't know why he just told this stranger the truth, but now it was too late.
The other man chuckled softly. "So that's why you are so nervous."
"I ain't nervous, dumbass!"
"Come here." The green-haired man grabbed the collar of Sanji's shirt and dragged him close. He was observing his face, taking every little detail in. Sanji didn't know what to expect, but certainly not the words that left the other man's mouth: "Fuck, you are beautiful."
Sanji couldn't help but blushing. He took his cigarette out of his mouth and threw it on the ground.
Do it, just do it, he told himself.
He got on his knees in front of the stranger and raised his hands to his belt. He kept his eyes straight ahead, fixed on the heavy bulge in the other man's pants. The leather of the belt was soft beneath his fingers; his fingertips graced over hot naked skin of the man's stomach – he felt like his fingertips were on fire; soft electric impulses were racing through his body from where he touched naked skin.
He heard the other man draw in a sharp breath. Good, he wasn't the only one affected from this force of attraction between their bodies. He was sure the other felt the electricity, too.
With shaking fingers he tried to undo the belt, but the damn piece just wouldn't open-
Calloused hands covered his and removed them from the belt, placed them on his hips and undid the belt in mere seconds. With a cling the belt was open and the pants came down.
No underwear. The other man's erection sprung right in his face. It was fucking huge. The stranger's dick was thick and long; dripping with pre-cum.
It looked delicious – wait a second, delicious? Where was his mind? He was straight; he didn't like other dicks than his own. What was he thinking? His eyes dropped on the huge cock in front of his face. Rational thought left his brain. To him, this dick looked delicious right now.
He wanted to touch it, to feel it, to make the other man moan. Carefully he tried to touch the erection. The stranger hissed. It felt hot, really hot; and hard, really hard.
Experimentally he gave it a little squeeze. Did the other man just moan?
Encouraged by the man's explicit reaction ha gave the tip a little lick. It tasted slightly salty and reminded him of the taste of his own cum.
He glanced up and his eyes met the most intense stare he ever had to endure. His blood started to boil and he felt a tight feeling in his own pants.
He moved his hand up and down and started sucking the tip. It didn't taste bad. It was just really hot. Saliva ran down his chin, he caught it with his other hand and smeared it over the rock hard dick hanging out of his mouth.
He felt the other man slightly trembling under his touch. He suddenly realized that he had a strange kind of power over this man – he was totally at his mercy. Just a flick of his tongue could take this man apart – he was the one in charge. Even if he was the one on his knees in front of this stranger, it was in his power alone to give this man a mind blowing experience. Sanji smiled around the dick in his mouth. He imagined what he would likely enjoy if a girl took him in her mouth. Friction, he liked friction, he liked some pressure and some tongue. Yeah, he could do that.
He let his tongue swirl around the shaft; it made the stranger moan in his low timbre. He bobbed his head and added some pressure. He increased the speed of his sucking, licking, and bobbing. His hands were busy with the base of the cock, they squeezed it and he let a hand wander to the heavy sack of the stranger. He cupped it with his hand and suddenly he felt two calloused caressing his face and wandering in his hair, pulling it, moving along with his head.
He sensed that the other man was close. He withdrew his mouth and licked the whole shaft from bottom to top, he swirled his tongue around the heavy balls, came back up to the shaft and took him back in his mouth. He tried to swallow him as deep as he could; the hands on his head pulled painfully at his hair when the tip of the cock touched the back of his throat. He tried not to choke, but he felt tears gather in his eyes.
The other man moaned and suddenly he felt hot, salty cum spill over his tongue and throat; caught by surprise he swallowed it all.
He let the softening dick slip out of his mouth and he tried to retain his composure. He was shaky and aroused.
Did he just let the man fucking come all over his mouth? That was never a fucking part of the deal!
Before he could mouth his opinion that the bastard should keep his cum to himself the other man grabbed him at his collar – what was up with this stranger pulling and grabbing him all the time – and helped him up.
The man held his head with huge hands in place and placed his lips on his. Lips on lips, skin on skin. He felt the other man's hot and soft mouth on his lips, burning, the stranger's tongue licking the trails of saliva and cum from his face, demanding admission to his mouth. Shocked by the overwhelming sensations he opened his mouth and he felt the other man's tongue entering him, tasting the cum in his mouth, tasting him.
The man draw him close, hands were on his neck in his hair, holding him in place, possessing him. He felt like fire was running through his body, right to his groin.
Fuck, this man could kiss. He closed his eyes. His tongue was so powerful, so incredible strong. He started fighting the other man's tongue, tried to enter his mouth, but he lost their battle. The stranger dominated his mouth and took all he could get.
Sanji stopped struggling and surrendered to the other man kissing him like this was their last kiss.
He was completely and utterly lost in this kiss.
He got out of his haze when the other man stopped ravaging his mouth. For some reason he was now up with his back against a car. He blinked, how did this happen so fast?
The other man's hands were now all over his body, feeling him, touching him, finding their way down to his pants. Before he could protest the stranger had opened his belt, slid his pants and boxers down and had his mouth around his own dick.
"Fuck!" Sanji screamed.
The mouth of the stranger was fucking hot, and oh, fuck, he couldn't believe he had another man down on his knees before him, sucking his dick.
Oh, this was good, oh fuck, shit, he felt his knees buckle.
Fuck, he wasn't sure if he could take it.
Sanji moaned, he never felt something so intense. Or something that good. This blowjob was incomparable to everything he had ever experienced before.
Fuck, he wanted to scream, to moan, he bit his tongue so no suspicious sounds would leave him.
He stared down at the green head and couldn't believe that he was already on the edge of coming.
He had felt the other man's tongue in his mouth; he knew it was fucking strong, but to feel this firm tongue on his dick –
"Aargghhhh…" Sanji accidentally let a loud cry slip his lips.
He was so far gone by now, it didn't matter anymore that the whole parking lot heard him moan by now.
The man took him deep, as deep as possible, all in. He groaned, he moaned, he couldn't take it.
The pressure built. He wanted to warn the other man that he about to come, but he was too far gone.
One especially powerful flick of the man's tongue and he exploded.
His orgasm was the most intense orgasm he ever felt. He didn't know oral sex could feel this good. He almost blacked out for a couple seconds.
When he could see straight again, the other man had already pulled his pants up and closed his belt.
Sanji was shaking. He couldn't think straight, he couldn't feel –
Fuck, he needed a cigarette. Before he could reach in his pocket the other man was on his lips again, softer now, less aggressive, almost like a goodbye. He tasted his own cum, he felt the other man mold into his body, they fit, he felt the other man's tongue against his, this time less powerful and it was his time to dominate the kiss, he could just kiss this man forever-
"Ew, look at these faggots!" Some ugly sneering interrupted their kiss.
Sanji opened his eyes and tried to understand the situation. Three obviously drunk and aggressive men had surrounded them. They looked like they just wanted to kick the shit out of someone, preferably some faggots. Before Sanji even hat the chance of reacting, the green-haired man got off him and turned around: "Fuck off. I only warn you once."
The men just laughed.
The green-haired man just needed three precise blows, and then all three men were lying on the ground, with bloody faces, out cold.
Sanji was still shaking and recovering from the mind blowing experience earlier. First he needed a smoke. After he lit his cig he was able to take the situation all in.
"What the fuck just happened?" He asked.
The stranger just shrugged. He turned around and looked right at Sanji.
"Will you tell me your name?" he asked.
Fuck, his name – that was a step to close for him. He just had this interaction because of a bet – well, he did enjoy it, but he was still straight, he still loved girls – and he wasn't sure if he could ever go through this again. He didn't know what to think, he didn't know what he wanted, what was he supposed to want?
He shook his head. He just couldn't. He would never see this man again. Never. Again. He would never go to this club again, he would forget this night as quick as possible. Sanji just couldn't process this shit right now. He needed to get away from this heat radiating man.
He had just acted like a whore. It was a mind blowing orgasm he just had, but he couldn't help it, he felt slightly dirty.
He needed to distance himself from this situation.
Distance. Yes. Good idea.
He backed away.
"Sorry, but this was a onetime thing. No need for you to know my name." Sanji said and walked away. He hurried up and started running towards the street, fetching a waiting cap. He gave the driver the directions and closed his eyes.
Did this all just happen for real?
Zoro stood frozen in the parking lot of the "Arabasta". He stared in the direction the blonde just ran off.
Had he been really there?
He had to, because his clothes were still disarranged, three bloody bodies were lying around and he still tasted the blondes cum in his mouth.
He didn't want this taste to fade.
He groaned.
He shouldn't have let the blonde go. He should've asked for his number, why wouldn't he even tell him his name?
It had been the most fucking awesome blowjob he had in a long time.
He couldn't believe how hot this man had been. The little sounds that left his mouth while he was occupied with his dick; how delicate his hands had felt around his shaft – just the memory started to get him hard again.
Fuck. He would certainly never forget this encounter.
Zoro tried to pull his shit together and started walking away from the parking lot, down the deserted street to the Galleya shipyard.
He knew nothing about that blonde. He just knew what his face looked liked and how his voice sounded. He just knew how hot his mouth was and that he would do everything to feel that mouth again on any part of his body.
Fuck, he just knew that he would never be able to find someone as good as the blonde.
Fuck, what would he do if he couldn't find the blonde again? What would he do if the blonde wouldn't show up at the club again? What would he do if he'd never cross path with him again?
He didn't want to think about it.
Fuck.