Part four in the Sexploration universe.
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"You want to put a what WHERE?"
"A mirror," Luffy insists, index finger stabbing repeatedly towards the ceiling of the men's quarters. "Over the bunk! Then we don't gotta use the bathhouse every time we wanna- nnn, y'know."
"Watch ourselves fucking?" His swordsman supplies helpfully, smirking when his words bring a slight flush to the younger man's face. "Guess you got a point though. Put one up there and we wouldn't have to do it standing up all the time. Give the floor a rest too." He nods towards his legs where he's got them propped on the table beside the sofa. "I sure as hell like seeing everything we're doing, but it's murder on my freaking calves."
"Yeeeah, we could do it in bed," the captain speculates dreamily. "Oi, Zoro- think I could hit the ceiling?"
"I KNOW you can hit the blasted ceiling. Forget it, you made enough of a mess on the mirror and the floor. You don't gotta shoot it all over the room too, like a goddamn jizz fountain."
"Oi oi," he protests, scowling. "Zoro made a big mess too, playing with himself after he came."
"I wasn't playing with myself, idiot. I just wanted to- uh-" It's the green-haired pirate's turn to glance away, the color rising in his cheeks.
"Wanted to what? You wanted to what?"
Zoro mumbles something inaudible, face reddening further.
"Eeeh?"
"Damn it, Sencho. I wanted-" The swordsman clears his throat, awkwardly scratching behind one ear. "I wanted to watch my, uh- you know- coming out of you."
"Your dick?"
"NO, not my DICK." Sounding more exasperated than embarrassed now. "My COME." Spoken with more volume than obviously intended, because he turns nearly scarlet and glances over to make sure the door leading to the lawn deck's still closed. "I just- it's really- I just wanted to see it coming out your ass, okay- leaking, right? 'Cause watching that, knowing I'm the one who put it there..." He coughs. "It made me wanna throw you down on all-fours and fuck you all over again."
Luffy swallows heavily, his own face flaming hot. The lewd conversation's making him want to go bury himself under the rumpled covers of the nearest bunk to hide his burning cheeks, but it's also undeniably arousing listening to Zoro say that kind of stuff.
He reaches out to grip the sofa's back, overwhelmed by the sensation of desire and longing that's once more begun to twist and writhe in his gut.
"And seeing your come all over the mirror and dripping all over the floor and stuff kinda made me-" Voice gone low and husky, Zoro's regarding him with growing interest, potential eavesdroppers and unsuspecting crewmates forgotten. Embarrassment forgotten. "I kinda wished I was the mirror, that you came all over me instea-"
Releasing what's become a white-knuckled grip on the sofa, Luffy leans forward and seizes his first mate by the lapels, nearly dragging him clear over the headrest as he brings their mouths together in a messy, desperate collision of lips and teeth.
The older pirate utters a muffled exclamation of surprise tinged with protest, but he's already kissing back as he shifts to kneel on the cushions facing the wrong way, fingers tangling in the captain's unruly hair while he bites and sucks his lower lip with growing enthusiasm.
"Ouch!" Luffy yelps suddenly as one particularly sharp nip breaks skin and a faint taste of copper enters his mouth- along with the tongue that's just forced its way inside. He retaliates, sinking his teeth into the invading slippery muscle just shy of doing actual damage, and his lover groans, darting it deeper and bunching one fist in a handful of his hair to prevent him escaping.
They're both panting when they eventually come up for air, mouths and chins wet with saliva and- the rubber man notices with dazed satisfaction- a small trace of blood.
"Shit," Zoro exhales, cupping his partner's jaw as he wipes the smear of crimson off his slightly swollen lower lip with his thumb. He sounds far more excited than sorry.
"Mmm, Zoro really likes biting too, huh?" Luffy licks his lips, tongue lapping at the digit pressed against them before catching it between his teeth to worry it gently, and when his actions prompt a faint groan, he sucks it into his mouth, head bobbing slightly as he thoroughly addresses the forefinger to the third knuckle in frank imitation of performing a similar service to a very different piece of anatomy.
Eye half-lidded, his swordsman simply watches him for a moment or two, breathing heavily through his nose, but then he groans again, body tensing, at the sensation of Luffy's fingers caressing his pectorals. Stroking delicate little circles around his areolas. Lazily flicking his stiffening nipples. Pinching.
His hips rock involuntarily, grinding his rising erection against the sofa. He shudders, does it again deliberately.
Luffy comes off his finger sputtering laughter. "Are you- are you HUMPING the SOFA?"
"Shut up, you- nnnf- neither one of us got a free hand."
The captain grins, teeth gleaming dangerously. "Think you can do it? Come without somebody touching your dick? AND without rubbing on the sofa?"
"What do I get if I- ahh- if I pull it off?"
Narrowing his eyes, the younger pirate hums softly to himself as he considers several possibilities, and then his grin increases considerably. "We do it on the table. And when I'm gonna come, I pull out and do it all over you."
Zoro's eye widens momentarily, and then he pushes away from the sofa to strip off his coat and struggle out of his haramaki and trousers, smirking. "Deal." He glances down to where his exposed cock's now standing at full attention, experimentally tensing the muscles in his groin so it gives a visible twitch. "And what're you gonna do while I-" He looks up and laughs. "You just gonna watch and jerk off?"
"Maybe," Luffy admits, giving his shaft another firm stroke where it's protruding from the open fly of his shorts, already turgid and flushed with a bead of moisture gleaming on its crown. "I gotta be ready for Zoro, don't I?"
"Heh. Just don't get carried away and come without me."
The expression on the other man's face turns positively wolfish. "Don't worry, I saw a really big cucumber in the kitchen this morning, so if I DO go off by accident, at least we got a back-up."
To the disconcerted swordsman's shock, his cock performs an unexpected lurch entirely on its own, a droplet of pre-come brimming free and slowly rolling down the underside.
"Oooh-oh-oh, does Zoro like that?"
"What the hell, no- I-"
Circling the sofa, Luffy leans down to peer at - and blow warm breath on, damn him - his first mate's erection. "Shishishi, I think you do! Look- you got all leaky." He extends his tongue to offer a quick lick, swiping clear salty liquid from the tip and making Zoro grunt as though he's been punched full-force in the stomach and clutch unsteadily for the sofa's back with one hand.
"O-Oi, I thought you s-said-"
"I didn't say I wasn't gonna help," Luffy tells him cheerfully, straightening enough to lap enthusiastically over the closer of his nipples. The set of fingers not working his own flesh dart momentarily to his mouth, then steal under the older pirate's buttocks to tease the puckered opening between them- and prompt Zoro's realization that he's likely to soon be fighting AGAINST release rather than for it.
The saliva-moistened pad of his captain's middle finger circles the tight ring of muscle with infuriating leisure, setting every sensitive nerve ending ablaze while the other digits strain to keep his ass cheeks diligently parted.
"L-Luffy-"
Luffy's mouth closes over his nipple, biting gently and sucking and making his cock jump again, as though the moist heat and grazing teeth are tugging the loose end of a ribbon secured around its girth, and he finds himself not only breathing heavily through his nose but also scrunching his good eye shut.
Shit, I should've known he'd-
The tickling pressure on his anus increases, forcing a small noise from his throat, but to his frustration, although it continues stroking and moving in slow rotations, the fingertip doesn't advance more than a few centimeters. Luffy's only toying with him.
Teeth close on his flesh and tug, gently at first and then with growing persistence, stretching the skin until pleasure and pain equalize, and he chokes back a gasp and forces his eye open.
Sencho knows, DAMN him- he knows exactly what makes me-
He sways, feeling his pulse throbbing in his balls and along the length of his cock, and tightens his grip on the sofa.
Pulling away with a loud wet pop, the rubber man grins up at him before ducking around to close in again on the opposite side, tongue tip teasing that nipple too until it's pebbled as hard and firm as the first.
"You can touch those, if you wanna," he allows hopefully, nuzzling his nose and cheek against his swordsman's pectoral.
Zoro snorts breathlessly. "If you WANT me to do it, just say so." He raises the hand that's been balled into a fist against his thigh and slides his palm up his own torso, nudging his lover's head away so he's got room to trace the hard planes of muscle with his fingertips. "I know you like watching me mess around with myself."
"Uh-huh." Luffy's shifted to rub himself amorously against his swordsman's bare thigh, glans providing a damp, velvety soft contrast to the rigidity of the tissue beneath it and the rough texture of the shorts he's still wearing.
"Oi, you left TEETH MARKS on me." Zoro grumbles, hissing at the stinging sensation as he touches the indentations, thumb grazing the protruding bud of nipple.
"You bit my lip!"
"Yeah, but-" He tenses as his captain's tongue sweeps across his collarbone, half expecting to feel teeth again instead.
"I wanna leave marks all over Zoro. I wanna make sure everybody knows he's mine." Dropping to a crouch, letting go of himself to give his first mate's length a familiar, lingering caress. "'Cause this's mine." Then angling around to grasp the older pirate's buttocks with both hands, squeezing solidly as he spreads them wide to blow tickling air across the sensitive flesh between them.
"Luff-" The rest emerges as a highly undignified and rather unmanly "eee" of surprise.
"And this's mine too," Luffy insists- and licks him again, far more slowly this time, swirling tongue lingering until his heart's thumping frantically in his chest and the muscles in his thighs are trembling.
Hips tilting backwards, fighting to keep physical contact yet still give a lunging thrust into empty air while keeping his balance, Zoro gropes for his own chest with both hands, rolling his nipples between thumb and forefinger and tugging at them until the twinging pain brings tears to his eye.
His lover's grasp on his rear tightens, holding him steady, and the agile tongue begins to flick, lashing relentlessly until there's a low, guttural noise escaping him with every wet caress and his erection's twitching entirely on its own, grazing the tensed muscle of his abdomen.
Ah, f-fuck- I'm- I'm not gonna take too-
Luffy changes tactics suddenly, tongue stiffening as he plunges its tip inside, withdraws, and immediately does it again, neatly spearing his swordsman once- twice-
On the third intrusion, Zoro utters a ragged cry that's choked off as he hunches slightly, one hand flailing down to apply steady pressure to his cock's base, and his flesh clenching where the younger pirate's tongue is buried.
The dry orgasm leaves him breathless and shuddering, but he's not given time to recover- instead he's seized around the waist and tossed unceremoniously onto the table, facedown and gasping as brusquely scissoring fingers replace the soft, far more pliable tongue that's abandoned him. Fingers that work with feverish speed to stretch him wider before they retreat, and then warm air's gusting against his ear; Luffy's bending over him, panting eagerly as he shoves inside with short, abrasive thrusts.
With nothing but fast-drying saliva to ease its passage and Zoro's body still tight and wracked with the small, spasming aftershocks of his release, the rough entrance of his captain's member bows his back and sends his hands groping desperately for a secure grip, scrabbling at the flat surface beneath him.
There's a forearm planted between his shoulder blades, forcibly pinning his torso in place. And a choked, helpless noise emerging from his throat. But he's not interested in escaping; he's struggling to raise his pelvis, not merely offering himself but actively striving to meet the hips now slapping against his buttocks.
Luffy's growing increasingly vocal as well, emitting grunts and gasps periodically muffled by his swordsman's sweat-dampened skin when he rubs his face against it. Bracing his free hand on the table, he plunges forward until he's buried deep in the older man's tight heat and then rocks forcefully enough to lift his lower body off the table, simultaneously biting the back of his neck.
Ass hiked in the air, spine bent and protesting - although he's too focused on other things to truly notice - Zoro writhes, bare toes splaying wide where they're searching fruitlessly for purchase on the Adam wood boards beneath them.
Teeth gripping him by the scruff, the rubber man takes him hard and fast until his heart's pounding in his ears and the table's shuddering beneath them and that molten liquid sensation coiled in his gut's rising again, threatening to spill over, his battered control stretched to the breaking point. Dimly aware, somewhere, that he's going to be abominably sore tomorrow and not caring- not giving a shit, not in the least, because the discomfort's being overridden by the relentless assault on his prostate and the knowledge of just how thoroughly he's allowing himself to be dominated.
Fuck- fuck, oh god, Sencho- fuck- yeah, that's it- right there, just a little-! Words spoken only in his head; the ones actually emerging from his mouth are incomprehensible- desperate sounds forced through his throat by the unrelenting taction of blunt heat pounding into tender flesh.
Luffy releases him suddenly, mouth leaving his neck, rigid member withdrawing just long enough for its owner to flip him onto his back, and he's cursing, trying to sit up and drag his captain back to him, when the other pirate slips both hands under his knees, yanking him closer until his rear's almost hanging off the table, and shoves back inside, thrusting furiously.
That tautly stretched wire snaps. The snarled expletive exiting his throat emerges as a strangled shout, and he's coming, the first thick spurts of warm liquid dousing his chest and belly as they escape his twitching cock.
"Z-Zoro-!" Grimacing, Luffy pulls out with effort as he reaches his own peak, letting his lover's left leg drop to squeeze a hand between their bodies, fingers circling both their shafts and stroking, squeezing, coaxing free pulse after pulse.
Toes curling, pectorals and tensed abdominal muscles slick with semen, Zoro rakes the tabletop with fingertips hooked into claws, his hips jerking upwards into the younger man's grasp. His entire body's trembling, singing and surging with adrenaline and the euphoria of unrestrained orgasm.
Black hair clinging to sweat-dampened temples, his captain keeps caressing him gently, even after he's become so sensitive that each light touch forces some small noise - a gasp, a curse, an unconscious whimper - past his lips.
Luffy's laughing softly, breathlessly. "Wow, WOW, you came really hard, huh? And just from me being inside you..." His half-lidded eyes glimmer, his voice dropping, thick with yet unsatisfied lust. "You felt really good; I didn't wanna stop, but when you started coming, you got all tight and you were making those noises and I couldn't hold it anymore." A sigh. "I wanted to keep going though. I want-" He's shifting, his grip on the swordsman's leg tightening as he tries to nudge back inside. Unfortunately- but not unexpectedly- his spent body refuses to cooperate, wringing a low noise of frustration from his throat, and he scowls down at himself, biting his lower lip.
"O-Oi, don't tell me- you're- gonna-"
Don't tell me you're gonna go get that goddamn cucumber after all, Zoro's about to demand, but then he abruptly forgets the entire dubious prospect of having something better off gracing a salad crammed up his ass. Instead, he's arching his back, crying out, his remaining eye widening enormously in surprise and disbelief as Luffy pushes into him, not only fully erect once more but inconceivably, almost unbearably hard.
"I'll be careful," the rubber man promises, nervously licking his lips while his gaze stays locked on where his Busoshoku-coated cock's slowly sinking deeper between his first mate's buttocks. "Really really careful." He takes away the hand that's no longer necessary for reinsertion and lays it on Zoro's midsection instead, fingertips tracing the slowly drying wet patches on his skin.
"Se-Sencho-!"
A protest, a plea? It's unclear, but the leg hooking clumsily around his waist to drag him closer erases any doubt in Luffy's mind.
He swallows, shuddering, watching the older pirate tilt his head back, gasping, as he gives another cautious thrust that renders him fully buried, only a scant remnant of Haki-darkened flesh still visible in the gaping fly of his shorts. They're barely clinging to his hips and rear now, but struggling loose and kicking them free means disengaging. Pulling out. And he most definitely does not want to pull out.
"Sencho-" Zoro tries again, voice choked. "Ah, ah fuck- can-" His head lolls to one side, his throat convulsing. "Can you even feel-?"
"Kinda." Luffy slides his hand higher, smearing come across his swordsman's quivering skin, damp thumb teasing a nipple that immediately grows taut. "'M gonna move, okay?"
Slowly, very slowly - he's aware they should be using lube, lots of it, especially for THIS, and he doesn't want his actions to necessitate a trip to the infirmary and a long, angry lecture from the ship's doctor - he eases free, pauses, rocks forward.
He just needs to be careful, he reminds himself, hips and buttocks flexing, mouth dropping open slightly when he sees how Zoro's body instinctively hugs the sleek circumference of his shaft each time he draws back, clenching and fighting to keep him inside.
"It's- oh god," his green-haired partner pants, expression dazed. "It's like- getting fucked by- like your dick's made of-" A stifled groan turns "glass" into a shaky "aaah" of appreciation as the captain tweaks his nipple. "Or ice. But you're not- not cold. You're- hah- you're really warm and-" Rolling his head to the opposite side, puffing brokenly, brow furrowed and face flushed. "G-God, you're so fucking HARD."
Emboldened by this response, Luffy allows his first mate's trembling leg to sag, freeing his other hand to explore that slippery mess of torso. Teasing much-abused nipples into stiff points while he continues his slow, relentless thrusting.
The hardening Haki's dramatically reduced his sensitivity; he's fairly certain he won't- probably can't- come again until he banishes the dark shell glazing his cock. But that doesn't matter, because he's also certain he could stay like this - hard and thick and submerged in his lover's welcoming body - for a long, long time.
He's not sure he even cares about getting off again anyway; he's far more interested in finding out if he can make ZORO come again- and how soon. If he can convince his swordsman to make a few more of those helpless, desperate noises. He's pretty sure he can. He's pretty sure he can reduce the older pirate to writhing, begging mindlessness if he harries him to the point of release and just... keeps him there... for a little while.
He bites his lower lip.
"Not so- ow, fuck, oi, don't yank the- damn things off," Zoro groans, squirming restlessly, although he makes no effort to push away the pinching, rolling fingers assailing his chest.
"Wha- oh. Oops." Grinning sheepishly, the younger pirate pauses and stoops to address each bit of inflamed tissue with an apologetic lick. He laughs aloud at the breathy moan prompted by his tongue's actions. "Sorry, guess I got kinda carried away, huh? But-" He eyes the flushed, reddened skin now glistening with his saliva, tongue tracing his upper lip and recapturing the taste of their mingled release. "You kinda like it though, don't you? When it hurts a little?"
He's answered by a noncommittal grunt as the other man mutters for him to "shut up" and "get on with it" and "finish what you started" while delivering a few indignant kicks to his rump.
Grasping Zoro's hip and nudging him partially onto his side, bracing that uppermost leg against his own chest with the heel resting on his shoulder so his first mate's thighs are spread wide, Luffy palms his exposed balls as he starts to move again, rolling and squeezing them gently. "It feels good though, right?"
"Mmm," comes a reply that's half moaned, half sighed. His partner stretches, one arm shifting so his elbow's steepled over his forehead. His other hand slips down his torso, fingers brushing past the captain's as he explores the place where they're joined, where he's being penetrated by flesh with the consistency of steel. His own cock, laying semi-hard along his inner thigh, stirs lazily. "Yeah. Though it'd feel even- ah- better- with some goddamn lube in there."
"Where-?"
"Bottom- mmm- right corner. Behind my- ah- my k-katana maintenance kit."
The rubber man casts a dubious glance over his shoulder at the bank of storage lockers across the room. He COULD just fling an arm over there, but-
"O-Oi, where the hell you going?"
"Zoro wanted the lube," he teases as he slips away from the table, delighted by his swordsman's clear dismay.
"I thought you'd just- well, c'mon, hurry up and grab it!"
By the time he retrieves the vial and returns to the table, Zoro's grown impatient and aggravated enough to take matters into his own hands. The digits previously tracing the rim of the opening below his perineum have now plunged inside it, twisting and scissoring as he fingers himself with determination.
Part of Luffy wants to laugh at the older pirate's desperation, but his mouth's gone momentarily dry at the sight, and he drizzles lubricant over those pumping fingers and then over himself with a trembling hand.
"Get back in here," Zoro demands, reluctantly ceasing his actions to reach for him. "I can't believe you left me hanging, you a- aaah-"
No more awkward friction, just deliciously slippery motion, and it doesn't take long before the older pirate's shuddering beneath him, brought close to the edge by quick, shallow strokes. And now he understands his swordsman's comparison of his Haki-coated cock to glass, although he thinks Zoro's also wrong; his slick, rigid length's more like polished stone than glass or even ice. It's like a finely-carved phallus of jet or onyx that also brings to mind the marble rolling pin their cook keeps in the top drawer of the kitchen counter and his groin tightens at the thought of pleasuring Zoro with something like THAT, or something like the cucumber he jokingly- okay, maybe more like SEMI-jokingly- mentioned earlier, both things not truly intended as sex toys but still somehow suited to the task- and he realizes he's going to come, deadened sensation or not.
He gropes for a better grip on his first mate's hips, digging fingers into his flanks as his careful movements degrade into rough, sloppy thrusts hard enough to bounce his body, and Zoro cries out his name, managing to make it sound like both benediction and curse, and arches partially off the table, forcing him deeper, as deep as he'll go, before clamping down tight to hold him there.
He's still trying to move, almost frantic to move, but the muscles gripping him refuse to relax and there's a brief struggle between them until he wrenches free and then immediately plunges his spurting cock back into that tight, convulsing tunnel.
Zoro makes a choked, snarling noise and thrashes under him, head tilted back and the tendons standing out in his neck. There's come spilling across his lower belly and down his side, first in pulsing jets and then flowing more sluggishly. Considerably less of it than before, but still enough to leave fresh watery trails on his flushed skin and add to the mess puddled on the tabletop beneath him.
Panting and grimacing, sweat dripping from his chin onto his swordsman's heaving, jerking abdominal muscles, Luffy releases the Busoshoku and slumps forward as he's immediately overwhelmed by returning sensitivity, suddenly fully aware of the tightness and wet heat enveloping him.
Wrapping shaky arms around him, his lover nuzzles breathlessly into his damp hair, one leg trying unsuccessfully to hook over his buttocks several times before finally giving up and simply dangling over the table's edge.
The captain shifts, pelvis nudging halfheartedly, and utters an exhausted hum of satisfaction. He's overly warm, not to mention getting kind of sticky, lying sprawled full-length on the older pirate's prone body, and his softening cock's threatening to slip free at any moment, and his shorts are now caught somewhere around his knees, but moving seems like too much effort.
Half-lidded, close to dozing now that the tension's left his muscles, Zoro slides a hand down his captain's sweat-slicked back to grip his buttocks, giving one cheek an amicable squeeze. "Oi... my leg's falling asleep." From the sleepy, contented tone of his voice, it's more observation than complaint.
"Hmm?" Cheek pressed to his swordsman's damp collarbone and nostrils filled with the heavy, testosterone-laden scents of perspiration and come, Luffy wriggles as the hand cupping his rear gives a little push, trying to keep their bodies joined a little longer. An effort made in vain, because he's deflated too much to stay lodged inside, and a faint, disappointed "damn" rumbles beneath his ear when the inevitable happens.
He snuggles closer, unperturbed. There's always tomorrow. Or even later today- if they can summon enough energy to peel themselves off the table before the rest of the crew turns in for the night. Otherwise somebody's sure to find them like this, naked and covered in each other's spunk and laying on a table nobody's gonna want to use until it gets a good scouring.
Well, mostly naked. Zoro's naked anyway. And covered in the worst of the mess too, which is nearly as good as being covered in love bites.
Interesting, that Zoro WANTED him to do something like that. Then again, Zoro was the one who suggested the thing with the mirror, and that makes him wonder what ELSE Zoro might be willing to try.
The younger pirate barely restrains the grin threatening to broaden his face. "Oi. Oi, Zoro?"
No answer. His first mate's breathing has deepened enough that he doesn't budge when a finger's tapped repeatedly on his collarbone.
"Zo~ro."
He's answered by a drowsy murmur, but he's sure it sounds more like sleep-talk than a legitimate acknowledgement.
"ZORO." This time he pinches the still slightly ruddy-colored nipple that's resting a inch or so from his nose, and the reaction's instantaneous.
"FUCK!" Rudely awakened, Zoro flails so violently he nearly throws both of them off the table, swatting the rubber man's hand away and smacking him upside the head in one smooth motion. "Goddamn it, Sencho, WHAT?" Glare darkening when he tries to rub his pectoral and jerks his fingers back with a pained hiss.
Oblivious to the notion of murder in his partner's eye, Luffy peers up at him, chin propped on his chest. "Neh, Zoro, if that cucumber's still in the kitchen tomorrow, d'you think-?"