Sequel to Dive Deep And Come Home, written for Monkey, with beta assistance provided by drcalvin.
Part two in the Sexploration universe.
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The combination of heat and steam trapped inside the tiled walls of the bathhouse always manages to loosen the tension in Zoro's muscles following particularly arduous training sessions in the gym. It also conspires to make him incredibly sleepy. Once the warm water hits him, it's all he can do to keep his damn eye open.
He's zoning out, on the verge of lapsing into a doze and dropping the showerhead attachment, when the door opens and Luffy pops his head inside, radiating that annoying yet somehow still endearing aura of boundless energy that often makes it tiring just to watch him.
"Zoro! I was looking for you and-" The captain's already sunny smile widens into a grin. He leans back through the doorway, presumably to toss his hat in one of the laundry bins sitting in the entryway because it's missing when he bounds across the room, shedding clothing as he goes.
"Door," the older pirate reminds him somewhat groggily- and then winces, jarred fully awake as it's slammed violently shut by a carelessly out-flung arm.
Luffy snatches the shower wand from his hand and returns it to the holster before jumping on him and gleefully wrapping all four limbs snugly around his torso. "Franky said he thought he saw you coming up here. I was hoping you'd still be all wet and naked when I found you."
For a second, Zoro's afraid his feet will shoot out from under him and send them both spilling to the floor, but he braces his legs, toes curling to grip the slippery surface beneath them, and thankfully manages to keep his balance. He settles his hands in the small of his captain's back, turning so the water's not spraying either of them in the face. "Well, now that you found me, what're you gonna do with me?"
The rubber man's beaming face immediately takes on a decidedly predatory cast. "Dunno yet, but I can think of a few things."
He wriggles to demonstrate his point, and Zoro's fingers clench reflexively because there's no mistaking the warm, insistent pressure nudging just below his belly button. He's not surprised; it never takes long for Luffy to change gears from merely interested to flat-out raring to go.
"It's still a couple hours 'til dinner. I was gonna see if I could sneak something early, but…"
"You're willing to be distracted."
"Mmm, yep."
Zoro laughs and tucks his nose against the damp skin behind Luffy's ear, tilting his head marginally to suck the earlobe itself between his lips. He takes it between his teeth, tugs gently but persistently. "Got anything particular in mind?"
"Hnnn, not really," the captain replies, squirming. "Oh, I like that. Keep doing it, Zoro."
"M'kay, Sencho." He increases the suction, lapping his tongue around the sensitive flesh and raking his teeth across it a bit more firmly, and Luffy shudders in response, squeezing tighter and applying a not-so-furtive twist of the hips to rub himself against slick abdominal muscles.
Knowing his captain's got a good grip and isn't likely to fall despite his trembling frame and hitching breath, Zoro relaxes his hold so he can slide one hand lower, fingertips slowly tracing their way down the crack of Luffy's ass until they're low enough to cup his balls. Rotating his wrist marginally allows him – with just a trace of hyperextension – to roll them against his palm while smoothing the pad of his thumb in delicate circles between his lover's buttocks.
The younger pirate moans, modifying his lackadaisical squirming into a determined rocking motion. He clutches at his swordsman's shoulders and back so his cock is compressed solidly between their bodies with each stroke, leaving glistening smears of pre-ejaculate on both of their bellies.
His movement also drives him onto the finger teasing his rear, pushing it deeper with each thrust.
Surprised by the sudden sucking heat around his thumb – which is merely a prelude of things to come, his own stiffening erection happily reminds him by twitching forcefully – Zoro growls low in his throat and turns his head to bite the side of his captain's neck with considerable enthusiasm, just below the jawline.
The effect is immediate; Luffy makes a desperate keening noise and jerks in his arms, raking his deltoids hard enough to leave burning trails across his skin and making him stumble back within range of the shower. "Ah, Zoro-!"
Disregarding the water now raining down on them, he bites again, harder. Hard enough to taste blood as his teeth break the skin, and his lover convulses, coming with a shout and painting both their chests with viscous fluid that's quickly washed down their bodies.
Zoro clutches his captain closer, listening to his harsh panting and feeling hot exhalations puffing against his ear. He's so distracted that it takes him a moment to realize his hair is soaked and dripping in his eyes. Squinting against the spray, he reaches up and bats the showerhead aside so he's no longer getting bombarded in the face.
"O-Ow," Luffy complains shortly afterwards, sounding winded and a bit disgruntled but – to his gratification – not altogether displeased. "You bit me!"
"Sorry," he mutters back thickly, although he's not. Not sorry in the least. Not yet anyway, not when his own balls are still aching and his cock is straining desperately for contact with his hand, with Luffy, with ANYTHING really. "L-Luffy, can I-"
His words are silenced as his captain's open mouth seizes his lips, invading tongue forcing them apart. Steady, assertive fingers thread through his hair to caress the base of his skull and prevent him from breaking away. Not that he's going anywhere.
He doesn't try – doesn't want to – merely returns the affection with equal fervor until they're both getting short of breath.
Eventually Luffy pulls back, his eyes flashing beneath half-closed lids, dark with carnal promises. When he licks his swollen lower lip, Zoro finds himself delirious with need. His hand is still trapped against the younger pirate's body, which has somehow clamped down and refused to release him, and it's making him feel lightheaded and a little crazed, because it's not his fucking thumb that he wants buried deep inside that elastic flesh.
Control is a tenuous thing, and he's barely managing it as he nuzzles his nose under his captain's chin, covering the imprints left by his teeth with apologetic kisses and broad swipes of his tongue.
"Zoro, put me down."
He doesn't think he's heard Luffy right at first, so he ignores him- until his head's yanked back roughly by the hand knotted in his dripping hair.
"I said, put me down."
"Luffy, you can't be fucking seri-"
"NOW." And at this point, there's no ignoring the authority in his captain's tone.
He puts Luffy down.
The younger pirate is smiling, and there's a dangerous gleam about his eyes that nearly makes Zoro take a step back. That look usually means things are about to get pretty interesting and possibly more than a little out-of-hand, although – and his cock gives another anticipatory twitch at this thought – that's certainly not always such a bad thing.
Whatever's going on, he must've been really fired up before he even got here- he went off so damn fast after I started messing around with his balls and his ass.
Which means he'll probably last quite a bit longer in the next round, after he's had a few minutes to recover. And there's two hours until dinner. The first mate feels a chill shiver up his spine, an eager and equally nervous twisting in his stomach. A lot can happen in two hours, especially when Luffy's in one of his moods.
He gives his head a shake to clear the cobwebs. It doesn't help. "Okay, Captain- what do you want?"
"Zoro was taking a shower when I came in," Luffy explains, dropping onto the nearby bath stool and glancing about him until he spies the bar of soap, which he picks up and promptly tosses in the swordsman's direction.
Still slightly befuddled, Zoro nearly drops the damn thing when it threatens to squirt out from between his fingers, fumbles and recovers.
"I interrupted you." That voice has dropped to a suggestive purr. "You should finish your shower."
He bites back the objection that automatically springs to his lips. If Luffy wants to play the voyeur, he's got no problem with that. In fact, he's almost smirking as he steps farther away from the water and works the soap vigorously between both hands. But, as he's groping for his neglected erection with lather-coated fingers-
"No."
"Are you shitting me?"
"You can touch anywhere but there. Only I can touch you there." Still maintaining that presumptuous tone, although there's now a hint of excitement lurking there too.
They don't play this game often; Luffy usually can't be bothered to give advance orders to anyone most days of the week, much less to Zoro during sex, and most of the time he's not patient enough to bother and just settles for mentioning what he wants in the heat of the moment. But every once in a while, he gets it in his head to take charge and see just how far his swordsman's willing to go.
Zoro doesn't mind. Kind of likes it, although he'll be damned before he actually admits it. And besides- two can play at this game.
Part of the fun is pushing the limits and seeing just how long his captain's composure can hold out.
He starts with his right foot, plopping it unceremoniously onto the bench beside Luffy so he's deliberately standing far closer than necessary and then leaning in even more when he stretches past to pluck a bath loofa off the faucet handle.
Okay, Sencho, let's see how long you last with my dick bouncing around in your face.
As he expects, his captain doesn't so much as lift a finger in his direction, although he swears he sees one corner of his mouth quirk as the younger pirate gazes up the line of his body. But that's alright. Even if he can't touch his own cock, he's got plenty of other assets to employ, and he knows what's most likely to blow Luffy's cool and convince him that touching his first mate isn't just a good idea but mandatory.
He splays his toes as he cleans between them and makes short work of foot and calf, but when he reaches the back of his knee, he lifts the entire leg and props his heel on Luffy's shoulder so he can access the underside of his thigh. When the moist arch of his foot skids a bit on his lover's equally damp skin, Zoro reaches out and braces his free hand on Luffy's chest, making sure to accidentally trail his palm over one rosy nipple.
The bastard still doesn't budge- but he does give a tiny whuff of consternation.
It's fucking agony – way too much stimulation and not quite where he needs it – but Zoro wastes an indecent amount of time washing his balls, making sure Luffy gets a good long look at how low and heavy they're hanging because the bathhouse air is so damn warm.
He keeps his foot propped on his captain's shoulder the entire time, and the close proximity seems to be having the desired effect: Sencho's now gripping the edge of the bench with both hands, his knuckles white and his body rigid, and he's exhaling heavily through flared nostrils. His eyes are wide and flitting between the swordsman's face and groin, and he seems poised to explode into action at any moment.
Time to bring out the big guns.
Lowering his leg and straightening up, Zoro pivots so he's presenting what's partially a side but mostly a back profile and nonchalantly drops the loofa with an "oops" that lacks all sincerity. When he stoops to retrieve it, hiking his ass in Luffy's direction, he hears a low hiss of longing and hides a smile.
He runs the sponge over his neck and shoulders, biting his lip when the soap stings in the shallow scrapes left by incautious fingernails. Suds cascade down his back and over his buttocks, and Luffy's gaze becomes so intense that he swears he can feel it on his skin, following the trail of foam into the cleft at the base of his spine. Perfect.
Dropping the loofa again, this time for good, he reaches back and splays both hands across his buttocks, ostentatiously spreading both cheeks, and this time the sound that emerges from his lover's throat is much louder, choked and thick with lust.
With so much lubricious lather on his fingers, it's the easiest thing in the world to slide first the index and then the middle finger of his right hand past the resistance of that contracted ring of muscle he's exposing to Luffy's scrutiny. Even so, it's a tight fit, and when he scissors both digits to coax his body into relaxing, he can't restrain the soft groan that slips free.
"Zoro-"
Hearing the raw need in his captain's voice, he looks back to find Luffy leaning back slightly and stroking himself, and the sight makes his throat go too dry to ask if they're finished grandstanding and are finally ready to start fucking. By this point, he's forgotten why he's even humoring this dumb-ass in the first place. Why he's idiotically squandering time touching himself when they could be-
Luffy crooks a finger, and Zoro doesn't argue, doesn't try to defend his dignity, doesn't even think about what he's doing- he just goes to his captain.
The hands that lunge out to take hold of his hips and pull him closer are shaking, and when he looks closer, he discovers Luffy is quivering all over like – his frazzled brain indirectly acknowledges and then pushes the irony of this aside – an overstretched rubber band.
"Oi…"
"I want you," the younger pirate tells him solemnly. No humor or pretense now, just utterly naked truth that's so pure it turns Zoro's stomach inside out and upside down and makes his heart sing.
He brushes his knuckles over Luffy's cheek. "Okay."
Witnessing the smile that immediately surfaces on his captain's face, crinkling the corners of his eyes, is – in the swordsman's mind, not to mention his own words – like watching the fucking sun rising over the horizon. Bright and blazingly beautiful and infinitely warm.
He's pretty sure he falls in love all over again every time he sees that damn smile.
But, although he's more than capable of feeling emotionally moved, Zoro's normally not one for indulging in such sappy happy crap. That's probably a good thing, because whatever sense of romance their exchange manages to engender lasts only as it takes Luffy to hug him firmly around the waist and bury his face against his side. Which is still covered with suds.
Cue a mad scramble to wash the soap out of his wailing, flailing lover's eyes and nose.
"Holy shit, you really know how to kill the mood," he grumbles as he restrains Luffy from scratching at his own bloodshot eyes, although his tone's more good-naturedly annoyed than legitimately cross. It's not worth losing his temper over something that Luffy's done just because he's… well, Luffy.
"Sorry, I forgot about the damn soap," the rubber man protests, tugging one hand free to rub furiously at his left nostril. "Zoro, it burns!"
"I know, I know- just quit clawing at it before you make it worse! Hang on, lemme wash myself off."
He leans over to grab the showerhead attachment off the floor where he'd tossed it after rinsing Luffy's sudsy, tear-streaked face and winces when he bumps himself. Talk about goddamn blue balls; he's still uncomfortably hard.
"Gimmie- I'll do it."
Zoro eyes him dubiously. "If you shoot me in the nuts with that thing-"
"I won't, I promise! Now gimmie!"
He hands the wand over with a sigh and Luffy, who's apparently already forgotten his discomfort, immediately starts fiddling with the dial.
"What-?"
"Turn around and I'll get your back first." His captain's face is the picture of innocence.
He doesn't believe it for a second. "Luffy-"
"Please?"
Grumbling, he complies, wondering just what the hell the other pirate's got in mind, but his suspicion seems unfounded when pounding spray hits him between the shoulder blades and starts sluicing him clean. Shit, that feels good- he should've used that setting when he first came in from the gym.
Zoro's peering down at his cock - which is still pointing cheerfully towards the bathhouse ceiling - and debating whether or not to do something about it, when Luffy bounces up from the bench and cranks the showerhead to the highest level, blasting him directly between the ass cheeks. "OI! What the hell are you-"
He doesn't get to finish asking what the hell's going on, because he's grabbed roughly around the middle and yanked backwards against his captain, who immediately locks a leg around his calves to keep him from getting away. And before he can dispute THAT, there's a hand sliding over his thigh, fingers casually probing their way under his balls, and Luffy's angling the sprayer to keep the jetting water in direct contact with his rear.
"Just relax," his lover murmurs in his ear, chin rubbing amorously on his shoulder. "It's good, I promise. Mmm, wow, you're all slippery in here…"
"Luffy- what- fuck- don't-!" He can't gather enough words to make a coherent sentence; his brain is suffering a major short trying to understand exactly what's happening down there, and the wet fingers that are easing into his body aren't helping matters either. "That- that-"
Feels good. Feels more than good, feels incredible. Luffy's mouthing his shoulder and neck, peppering him with kisses and licks and nips in frank imitation of his actions earlier, and he's now being methodically and mercilessly finger-fucked while the drumming warm water creates a steady pulse that forces him to lock his knees to keep from slumping over.
"Where the heck-" Luffy mutters against his ear, curling both digits and groping fruitlessly for the spot inside him that's apparently just out of reach. "Hang on a second, Zoro, okay?"
Fingers and water alike retreat, but before he can articulate his sheer distress at the lack of both, his captain's sliding around to the front, dropping to his knees and flashing a grin as he pushes his free hand between the swordman's thighs and drapes the opposite arm over his hip to anchor the hand holding the showerhead attachment. "I bet this is gonna be awesome. I woulda done it like this too, but I didn't have enough hands."
Zoro's trying to process this – he's too overwhelmed to add two plus one to make three much less figure out why an extra hand is necessary – when Luffy's mouth closes on his cock. He tries to cry out, but the sound emerges as nothing more than a dying groan; the fingers pressing back inside are rotating, stretching him wider as they search for his prostate. He swallows hard, wavering unsteadily. "L-Luffy- Luffy, I can't- I'm gonna fall."
The lips draw back just long enough for the younger pirate to tell him that's okay because "if you do, I'll just catch you" and then he's once again engulfed.
There's an old saying about feeling as though one's died and gone to heaven. He doesn't believe in that kind of thing, has frankly never had the time or inclination for it, but if heaven does exist and if for some unlikely reason he somehow ends up there, he sure as hell hopes it's a lot like this.
Luffy's tongue is as flexible as the rest of him, and he's putting it to good use, giving slathering licks from root to tip and flickering teasingly in the ultra-sensitive hollow just below the underside of the glans. When he pulls away, he swirls the flat of his tongue around the head, gathering the droplets leaking from the slit at the tip.
Meanwhile, his fingers are pumping restlessly, periodically scissoring apart to permit short but powerful spurts of water. Zoro's not entirely sure – it's getting more and more difficult to think straight – but it feels like there's at least three of them in there, rubbing over and over against the spot that makes every muscle in his body tense and his racing heart lurch wildly in his chest.
The next time Luffy draws back, releasing him with a wet pop that's audible even over the hiss of the showerhead, there's a long string of spittle dangling between them, and the swordsman can't stop staring at it. He feels as though someone's punched him in the gut.
"Good?" His captain asks, grinning, and Zoro can only nod because he doesn't trust himself to speak.
The arm around him stiffens, dragging him closer until he's nearly standing on top of the younger pirate and even more afraid that he's going to overbalance. He tries to brace a hand on Luffy's head to steady himself and nearly tumbles over face-first when Luffy suddenly ducks lower, that wicked tongue darting out to lash the balls now poised level with his nose.
Zoro grunts, tangling his fingers in black hair, and then nearly goes over for the second time when cautious teeth fasten on the loose skin, worrying it gently as the penetrating fingers curl, bearing down on-
"Fuck!"
Luffy laughs against him, voice muffled. He's peering upwards around Zoro's cock, obviously trying to catch a glance of his swordsman's face, and this is nearly as provocative as the fact that he's just parted his lips to draw one taut orb into his mouth.
Oh my god…
Muscles in his thighs and stomach jump, and a strangled moan bursts from his chest. He can feel his impending release hot and heavy in his lower belly like a smoldering powder keg, an incendiary set to detonate at any moment, and his lover apparently senses it too, because he redoubles his efforts, mouth and hand working more insistently.
Their gazes lock, and Zoro nearly stops breathing when he sees Luffy's eyebrows quirk questioningly.
Do you want-?
Yes. Now.
His captain's eyes narrow in concentration and then flash wide, burning with intensity, and the older pirate is abruptly rocked back on his heels as the mental barrier that defines them as individuals comes crashing down when Luffy's will strikes and then rolls him under with all the momentum of a tidal wave.
Just when he thinks he's going to drown, the whitecap breaks. He's left clutching frantically at the arm supporting him and gasping for air, his pulse sprinting high and fast in his throat.
The thumb prodding firmly against the base of his shaft eases off.
"-ready?"
He's barely got enough time to gather his wits and wonder disconnectedly if sharing the mechanics of that particular technique was a good idea or not before he's bowled over again.
Luffy holds him under even longer this time, until he's reduced to making inarticulate noises and leaving crescent-shaped fingernail marks in the younger pirate's arm, and when the deluge of Haki finally recedes, he's so hard that the throbbing in his groin is bordering on painful.
"Please-" He manages raggedly, not knowing if he means please stop or please keep going.
"Not gonna hold you back this time, okay?"
Please-
Lips fasten on the underside of his cock, sucking forcefully on his frenulum, and palpating fingertips grind roughly against that vulnerable place inside him. And while those elements alone are enough to hurl him into the orgasm that's been twice delayed, that piercing, invasive gaze multiplies it all a thousand fold.
Zoro's head snaps back nearly hard enough to give him whiplash, and his lover's immediately forced to drop the showerhead wand and grab him firmly around the waist to keep him upright, because every abused muscle in his body is rebelling and threatening to drop him to the floor. Even so, the swordsman folds over and nearly collapses as red starbursts explode behind his eyelids.
He's unaware that he's shaking so violently that his clenched teeth are chattering together. Or that he's just unloaded prodigiously all over his captain's face and upper torso and that Luffy's trying to beam triumphantly, keep the stuff out of his eyes and keep him from falling all at the same time.
The bright smears of color in his vision are winking out like smothered candles.
Okay. That's it- I'm done, he tells himself nonsensically as he slides into darkness. Time for a nap.
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He wakes to fingers running through his hair, and the first thing he thinks on regaining consciousness is that the worst thing about passing out is having absolutely no fucking idea where he is or how long he's been out.
"Oi, Zoro's awake!"
He opens his eyes to find Luffy grinning down at him and realizes that he's lying on the bathhouse floor with his head resting on the younger pirate's thigh, and there's something jabbing him repeatedly in the cheek.
Wha- oh.
His throat feels like he's been eating sandpaper seasoned with sawdust. "H-How long have I been-?"
"Uh, 'bout ten minutes. You wanna go again? There's still hot water- even though I had to wash my face again, 'cause you came up my nose. Dinner won't be ready for a while yet," his captain reasons, nudging him again hopefully. "Oh, yeah, and I'm still horny."
"So I see," Zoro returns dryly. He stretches - uttering a muffled groan at the popping sensations in his shoulders and lower back - and rolls onto his side, poking a curious finger at Luffy's cock. It jumps restlessly at his touch and he snorts. "Gotta say, I'm kinda surprised I didn't wake up and find myself ass-end in the air and you fucking me."
"Thought about it. But I figured it wouldn't be as much fun if you were asleep, 'cause then I couldn't watch your face." And with more than a hint of smugness. "You make some really, REALLY good faces."
"Oh yeah?" The swordsman turns his head to brush his lips against the rigid flesh that's been rubbing insistently at his cheek, grinning deviously when his lover responds with a badly-concealed wheeze of anticipation. "And what about you?"
He ignores the subsequent sputtering and exceedingly lame denial in favor of rising on his elbows to gain the leverage necessary for swallowing his captain to the root, and he doesn't find himself disappointed.
Because Luffy makes some pretty damn good faces too.