Part three in the Sexploration universe.

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Scrabbling for a better grip on his swordsman's forearms, Luffy watches with his pulse pounding wildly in his throat and groin, unable to tear his gaze from the mirror where his reflection's being slowly and methodically penetrated by the older pirate's.

The hands grasping his rear and thighs lift him a little higher, and his breath catches at the sight and sensation of that rigid, glistening flesh easing free until the blunt head's partially visible between his buttocks, only to disappear once more as another powerful upward thrust sends it sliding back inside him.

"Told you- this'd be a good idea," Zoro groans against his ear, voice rough with the strain of holding back, and the captain can only nod and shakily hum his approval when their reflected gazes connect over his shoulder.

He curls his toes, instinctively tensing- and tightening- in response to the dazed lust in the green-haired man's eye, and he sees his own pupils constrict sharply at the wordless sound the increased pressure and friction forces from his lover's slightly parted lips.

There's too many places to look, too many things he wants to watch. Zoro's flushed face. The wet, working juncture of their bodies. His own stiff erection, thick and aching and connected to his lower belly by a thin, pearly strand of pre-come that clings insistently to his bare skin, renewed each time his leaking tip grazes his stomach.

Unfortunately, however, although the position allows for an excellent view and despite the fact that he's also rather enjoying his swordsman's muscular chest rubbing repeatedly against his sweat-dampened back, the rubber man's becoming frustrated by the limitations caused by his partner's already occupied hands.

He could touch himself and it'd feel good, sure, but that's boring.

No, he wants Zoro to touch him. He wants to feel- and watch- his partner's callous-roughened fingers encircle his cock, stroking and squeezing and toying with that sensitive spot under the glans until he erupts into the fist wrapped around him.

Motivated by the powerful mental images his mind conjures at the thought of receiving a handjob at the same time he's being taken from behind - not just experiencing it but actually WATCHING it - Luffy begins to squirm, ignoring the startled exclamation his movement prompts as he throws both arms behind him to loop haphazardly around Zoro's torso.

"Oi," the older pirate protests, pace faltering while he resets his feet to prevent himself from being thrown off balance. "H-Hold still, you dumbass, or I'm gonna drop you!"

"I wanna touch Zoro more. And-" The captain gives a little wiggle that emphasizes his neglected cock and produces a stifled curse as it grinds his bottom firmly against his swordsman's pelvis, pushing him deeper. "I want Zoro to touch ME more."

"Coulda asked, instead of wrapping me up like a bloody python."

"I AM asking!"

"Fine, fine," Zoro snorts good-naturedly, shifting his grasp so one arm's curled snugly over the younger pirate's hip and around his middle, leaving his opposite hand free. "Better?"

"Can you- mmm, yeah." Biting his lower lip, hips giving an involuntary surge as warm fingers seize him.

"Damn, you're HARD," his swordsman murmurs into his ear, lower body beginning to move again as his hand finds a steady rhythm. "You like this, huh? Watching me fuck you?"

Luffy swallows forcefully, eyes fixed on the mirror where he's once again hard-pressed to find a single focus, but he's already concluded quite some time ago that, yes, he does like this. He likes it quite a bit, in fact.

His breath shudders free in a hapless rush as Zoro nuzzles his neck, tongue darting out to flicker over the tender skin behind his ear and leave him shivering in anticipation.

There's a thumb stroking the head of his cock, sliding in the smeared moisture as it teases the slitted opening at the tip. A hint of teeth raking gently against his neck, and then his lover thrusts and bites simultaneously, forcefully enough to make him cry out.

"Z-!" He chokes on his own saliva, arching, and only his desperate, tangled grasp keeps him from wrenching free and falling face-first into the mirror when his partner immediately does it again, once more sinking teeth into his flesh with brief but harsh intensity and stroking over that place inside that-

"Hold on."

It's the only warning he gets; Zoro's abruptly moving fast and rough beneath him, mouth fastening over the twin crescents of tooth marks between his neck and shoulder to suck and lick the stinging, reddened skin.

Gasping, jolted upward and forward each time the cock driving into him buries itself full-length, the captain fights the urge to let his eyelids fall closed. He's determined to watch every second of this, captivated by even the smallest details- the droplet of sweat rolling down his swordsman's temple, the vivid color spreading across his own cheeks and the bridge of his nose, and the unfocused brightness of his own rapt gaze.

Maybe it's silly, staring at himself when there's so many other places to look, but he's distracted by the knowledge that- until now- only Zoro's ever held this point of view. He's never seen his own face like this, mouth slack, brow furrowed with pleasure and passion.

It's weird but exciting, and if he looks this way now-

What if we switched? What does Zoro see when I'M inside HIM? I wanna-

"Sencho-" Muffled by his neck, where the intimate proximity of his lover's hot breath sends chills quivering up his spine and ghosting across his bare skin. "Sencho, d-don't forget you're-"

"R-Right, right!" Thoughts of watching himself turn the tables on the green-haired pirate behind him vanish as he remembers what he's supposed to do.

Besides, he can always ask Zoro later; judging by the avid way he's also staring at their reflections, his swordsman will probably agree to another round.

"Damn it, I'm g-gonna-"

Unaware that his partner's referring to the arm around his waist that's beginning to slip and is concerned about dropping him, NOT about impending orgasm, Luffy widens his eyes, summoning his will and hurling it directly at the mirror.

He's not particularly surprised when the reflected blast bypasses him; it'd taken some thought - and enough private experimentation to leave his head aching - but he'd finally concluded it wouldn't work. There's no way to exert his own will on himself without lowering the mental shields that protect his mind, and those won't come down while he's actively using Haoshoku.

A bit disappointing, but he supposes it doesn't really matter, because despite the reflected nature of the Haki he's unleashed, it still works on the man behind him.

Caught completely off-guard as he draws back in preparation for another thrust, Zoro convulses, uttering a guttural noise somewhere between a groan and a cry of dismay as he unintentionally jerks backwards and pulls out completely.

The captain gives a choked gasp as the first pulse of warm fluid hits his backside, spurting against his perineum and the distressing void left by the sudden withdrawal, and then his first mate's fumbling blindly between them, frantic to get back inside before it's too late and he's completely spent.

Luffy opens his mouth to protest the hand leaving his cock, but the only sound that emerges is a strangled yelp as he's breached once more and then ruthlessly seized by hands clamping under his thighs and hauling him upright so the older pirate's free to slam repeatedly into him.

Dimly aware that Zoro's growling in his ear, the rubber man frees his arms and throws them forward to prevent himself colliding with the mirror, palms slapping flat on the glass and toes curling as they too brush the flat surface each time he's bounced by the hips slapping with bruising force against his buttocks.

Maybe one in three thrusts is hitting his prostate, sliding over the hidden spot that sends heat swirling his lower belly and pelvis, and he can feel his release building- looming like heavily-laden storm clouds threatening to burst.

"S-encho-" The voice rumbling beside his neck is feral and urgent, warning him that its owner's not going to last longer than a few more moments before sensitivity overwhelms him.

So close. So close, so-

Risking his precarious balance, Luffy fumbles between his own thighs, trembling fingers curling around his shaft- where they're joined seconds later by a second set when the swordsman shifts his grip yet again, hooking his captain's right leg over his elbow to free that hand.

The new position makes their joined bodies completely visible in the mirror, which reflects the glistening wetness splattered across the younger pirate's buttocks as well as the come and lubricant-slicked cock plunging between them.

At the sight, Zoro utters a strangled word that might be "FUCK" and pumps their interlaced fingers once- twice- and moans throatily, pupil constricting, as his lover first tenses then arches in his arms, crying out and climaxing with such intensity that the semen jetting from his tip splashes against the mirror.

"Unngh-" Although he's already winding down from his own peak, he rocks his hips firmly against the bottom clenching spasmodically around him, unwilling to lose their intimate connection, and laughs shakily- breathlessly- when the movement prompts another poorly-stifled shout and another copious discharge. "G-God- Sencho- GOD, what a mess."

Panting, his head spinning, Luffy lets his head drop back so it's resting against his first mate's shoulder, eyes slightly unfocused as he watches the mess in question trickling and dripping down the glass. He shudders as Zoro's fingers release him and slide down his inner thigh to massage his balls and then lower to explore where the softening cock buried inside him's starting to slip out. "Ah, Zoro, d-don't-"

"Shit," the swordsman murmurs, single eye glued to the mirror where he's watching intently as he works two digits into the tightly muscled ring and scissors them apart, Adam's apple bobbing at the partially-obscured sight of his own flesh slowly emerging, only to flop free and send a small torrent of come spattering to the floor. "Oh, shit. Luffy- we're gonna do it like this again sometime, right? Please tell me we're gonna do this again..."