A gift for Kumiko Hasegawa because she's great and her fics are great and she deserved it.

567 word
Rated M

Pressure mounted, the feeling of stemming from his groin caused his limbs to stiffen. They were useless to him, beyond his control as he hurtled to the top of that ultimate peak, ready to spill over to the other side.

And then all at once it stopped.

"God damn it, Zoro," Sanji snapped. He tried to sound menacing, but his voice came out as more of a whine; broken and needy.

Zoro chuckled. "How many times is that, Cook?"

"You're a fucking bastard," Sanji cursed him breathlessly as Zoro drug curious fingers up his bare thighs. He was too sensitive, every touch Zoro made against his skin tingled and fed the high of arousal he was drowning in.

"That's not the answer I was looking for," Zoro smirked, trailing a finger up Sanji's needy arousal.

Sanji's cock leapt in response, seeking out more contact, and Sanji couldn't stop the whimper that spilled from his lips.

"How many times," Zoro continued, his fingers dragging lightly over the head of Sanji's cock before trailing back down the shaft. "Have you come close to coming?"

Sanji struggled against his binds, trying desperately to will Zoro into touching him more. The teasing, light touches were killing him.

Zoro's hand withdrew entirely, and Sanji cried out at the loss.

"How many times, Sanji?" Zoro repeated, his voice stern and serious.

"I don't know!" Sanji cried in frustration, struggling to free even one arm, just to be able to touch himself. He was so wet, precome leaking from his cock with every touch Zoro supplied. He couldn't remember ever being so aroused, so desperate in his entire life. He needed to come, or he might go mad from it.

Zoro's fingers returned, resuming their previous light, almost nonexistent touches, but they felt too good against Sanji's heated skin. His head tipped backwards, his brow scrunched in concentration as he focused on the feeling.

"More than once, wasn't it?" Zoro asked. He sounded too composed, too conversational for the current train wreck Sanji's mind had become.

"Yes," Sanji gasped as Zoro's fingers wrapped gently around him, still working his heated arousal in a loose grip.

"More than twice too, yes?"

"Ah! Yes!" Sanji moaned. Zoro's hand tightened it's grip, just slightly, and his pace picked up.

"Three times?" Zoro wondered.

"More," Sanji whimpered. It was both an answer and a plea as Zoro's hand gripped him; he was so, so close. He could feel the uncontrollable trembling in his hips and thighs. He could feel the way his body jerked and twitched against his will. And most importantly, he could feel that building heat; burning hotter and rushing faster through his blood stream than it had before.

"Please…Zoro. Ah! Just…please…please!" He begged, his voice breaking with every desperate breath. He was right there, the edge of the cliff rushing forward to meet him. He was going to come harder than he'd ever come before, he could feel it and, god, he needed it.

"I-I'm…" Sanji uttered, feeling the end rushing near.

…and then nothing.

"Fuck you, Zoro!" Sanji practically screamed, pitching a fit that drowned out the laughter of the green haired man.

"Yeah," Zoro managed between chuckles. "That's five, should we go for six?"