Zoro tends to be a morning runner rather than an evening runner, it's a good way to start his day and get everything in his head switched on. Unfortunately he doesn't always have the time to run in the morning but, not liking to miss out on his training, if he does happen to miss a morning run then he will do it in the evening. Though one of the heavy downsides to running later in the day is that he's more affected by the weather. Today for example had been hot and humid all day and by sundown the heat and the stickiness of the day is just hanging about in one horrible fog.
As a way of avoiding the heat he's in perhaps the shortest pair of shorts that he owns. They finish partway up his thigh, pretty high in fact, and he's just said fuck it and forgone the shirt all together. He can't even be bothered to follow his normal route and time himself, he knows there's no way on this earth that he stands a chance of beating or matching his record in this gross weather, so instead he's just running wherever his feet take him and just going for time rather than anything else. Perhaps it's that his mind still lingering on his date with Sanji but his feet take him in some kind of loop past the Baratie three times. It can't be that busy though tonight because every time he passes the place Sanji is either just idly watching him through the big plate glass windows with a distracted expression or is outside smoking. He's like that the last time that Zoro runs by.
"Are you kidding me Zoro?" Sanji snaps out from his place in the alleyway mouth. Zoro jumps a little, he'd not really even seen the blonde there. He jogs to a stop before the cook, sweat and the day's humidity clinging to his bare skin uncomfortably. He half expects the cook to make some sort of crack about how he smells from all that sweating, but to his surprise, none comes.
"I'm not lost, I'm just... not running anywhere in particular. So don't accuse me of that." He pants, stretching his arms over his head to alleviate the cramped space in his chest as his lungs try to suck in as much air as possible.
Sanji just fixes him with a peculiar look that Zoro can't quite parse and eventually just flicks his cigarette to the floor and crushes it.
"Are you about done? I'm going home." Sanji says with a smoky exhale.
Zoro looks at his watch. Yeah, he's been running for a respectable length of time now, he supposes that he can call it quits, especially as he's so close to home and may well have Sanji's sarcastic company for the walk back.
"Yeah, sure." He beams happily, endorphins making him feel good already.
The cook fixes him with that look again, it's almost as if Sanji is trying to work out if Zoro is somehow fucking with him. Perhaps he finds Zoro's good mood suspicious or something. Whatever, Zoro doesn't care. He got his run in regardless of what the fucking weather did to try to stop him. He babbles happily as they walk about the run and the weather, whatever happens to cross his mind really.
When they walk close to Zoro's building Sanji jerks his head towards his own, half inviting and half ordering Zoro to follow. He's ok with that. Despite the fact that they had been on a date just last night Zoro doesn't find himself in any way less interested in his best friend's company. Or...well, his boyfriend's company he supposes. That's a fucking strange thought isn't it? He's never had a boyfriend in his life and yet here Sanji is.
He may or may not be grinning like a moron at the thought as he jogs up Sanji's stairs after him and towards Sanji's little apartment.
He saunters through the door right after Sanji, only to be suddenly shoved back against that door as it shuts with Sanji's mouth pressed against his own. The cook is suddenly all tongue and the hand in Zoro's hair is rough. It's that perfect contradictory mess of sensation that is all Sanji. Last night they'd barely done more than this before Zoro had dropped Sanji off at his home. Being a gentleman and dating were all about as alien to Zoro as the topography of Mars, but he was learning. Not putting out on a first date, showing Sanji a good time. It chafes him though because seeing the cook as intent on him as this just does things to him.
"You're a fucking tease, you know that? I'm trying to concentrate at work and you keep running by my windows dressed, if you can call it that, like my own personal porn star. Do you have any idea how hard working has been with you doing that?" Sanji hisses at him, leaning in and biting Zoro's bottom lip hard.
Zoro grins, it hadn't been his intention at all, not that Sanji would believe him if he told him that. However he can't say that he's opposed to the idea if it draws this kind of a reaction from the blonde. He shifts his nearly bare leg and moves it so that it's between Sanji's long black slack clad legs. He raises it slightly and, oh yeah, he can feel just how "hard" Sanji has been finding the whole ordeal.
"I can guess." He teases back with a smug grin.
Sanji snarls and, quick as a flash, catches Zoro's wrists and slams them into the door over his head. The blonde bares his teeth and presses against Zoro so hard that he could probably take his feet off of the floor and stay right where he was if he was so inclined to try. Despite his aggressive actions the cook's mouth on Zoro's neck is anything but aggressive. Gentle kisses mark Zoro's skin, chased by needy panted breaths.
"You're so gorgeous you don't even... it's bad enough when you do that in the morning and I can sneak off to fix things but... with the dinner rush and you almost naked and practically doing laps around my windows..." Sanji whines and presses his hips into Zoro.
Zoro leans his head back as far as his position allows to get a look at Sanji's face. The cook's cheeks are flushed high on his defined cheekbones and his eyes are wide with interest and lit with need. Sanji's got it bad. He sees a flicker of worry and doubt cross the blonde's face and the hands on Zoro's wrists loosen slightly, he's worried that he's overstepped.
Zoro leans in quick and catches Sanji's mouth kissing him and leaning back to encourage Sanji to follow him until Zoro's head is pressed back against the wood of the door again. Out of curiosity he flexes his wrists a little and Sanji's grip tightens right back up again, keeping him there.
He wonders if he could get out if he wanted to. Oh, sure, Sanji wouldn't ever keep him there if he didn't want to be there, he's just wondering on a strength competition level. He has a feeling that he has the blonde beat on an upper body strength level, but overall he's not sure. He saw the cook fight that guy outside the bar once and goddamn if that display of power hasn't featured in Zoro's personal fantasies for some time now. He's been this way for as long as he can remember, never really respecting any hook up of his if they couldn't at least come close to him in strength.
Sanji is pinning him to the door, keeping him right where he wants him and not showing any inclination of letting him go. The cook seems... needy... desperate for him. Sanji is kissing him like he thinks he might die if he stops. His free hand is running over Zoro's bare and sweaty chest and the feeling of that alone is making Zoro whine.
He can hear Daz's voice in his head, teasing Zoro about being secretly submissive. Daz had this theory that Zoro was just a sub in disguise and sooner or later he'd get him to admit it. Obviously with things having gone the way they did he could say for certain that it wasn't ever going to happen. Besides, Daz was wrong. It's not that he gets off on submission in the way that Daz used to get off on dominating people, it's more complex than that. Daz had to always be in charge whereas Zoro was far more flexible in that regard, he didn't mind leading or letting his partner lead or something in between, he didn't care about being the one giving or receiving either. He couldn't care less. What he got out of his interactions with Daz back then was liking the fact that Daz wanted him so bad that he felt the need to make sure that he got what he wanted by controlling the situation. In fairness to Daz that wasn't really what motivated him but Zoro had liked to think so.
Sanji on the other hand... well, maybe Sanji has kinks in that direction that Zoro didn't know about. The feeling that he gets from this is that Sanji is desperate enough for him to get all controlling and possessive about it.
Huh. Wait a minute.
"What do you mean when I usually run?" He questions in between kisses. Sanji pulls back at that, his face bright red as if Zoro had heard something that he wasn't supposed to.
"Shut up." Sanji mutters and grabs a rough handful of Zoro's ass, squeezing hard, almost painfully so.
"No way, what do you usually do when I run past your work?" He needles, needing to know.
"Argh. Just... usually watching you run turns me on. I mean... have you seen you? Watching you get all hot and sweaty like that has always..." Sanji cuts himself off with a distracted shake of his head.
Meanwhile Zoro's mind is spinning. Always? Does that mean that Sanji's been staring at him and lusting after him for ages whenever he goes for a run past the Baratie? Shiiiit that's hot.
"But when you're dressed like that... especially like that..." Sanji says, running a hand up Zoro's bare thigh, pushing his shorts up as high as they'll go on his bare leg.
"Well, it's not a problem that goes away on it's own." Sanji mutters and shoves him against the door a little more. The cook rubs his hard on against Zoro as if to emphasise his point.
Zoro's head falls back and he can do fuck all to stop the desperate whine that comes from him. Sanji's been getting off to him running past the Baratie. That's just- he can't even...
"Oh, does that do it for you? Kinky narcissistic bastard aren't you?" Sanji purrs, his eyes flashing with glee.
"Maybe." Zoro hedges. Sanji snags his hand in the back of Zoro's hair and yanks him into a kiss that's bruisingly hard and desperate. Zoro whines and kisses back as urgently as he can.
"Oh, so if I told you that I've spent the whole evening scatterbrained because you keep distracting me that wouldn't do anything to you?" Sanji questions, raising an eyebrow. Zoro has the best poker face, Sanji's getting nothing out of him.
"The fact that I've spent all evening wanting to get my hands all over that chest of yours... wanting to keep you right where I want you rather than you teasing me by just running past... that wouldn't do aaaanything to you?" Sanji purrs. Fuck, his face might be neutral (he hopes) but the way his hips just bucked against Sanji and the way he's trembling says far more.
"Yeah, I thought so." Sanji grins, his free hand pressing against Zoro's more than hard state. Zoro squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lip. How the hell is Sanji figuring him out so quick? Is this what happens when you date people? Sanji knows him really deep down, he's his best friend, so... so if they start sleeping together does this give Sanji fucking superpowers for getting him off? Goddamn why did no one tell him that dating would be like this sooner?
See, if he was secretly submissive he'd be in heaven right now. But... well... aside from being flirted with like this he's got his own needs. It's not fair for Sanji to be able to rip him apart like this and see down into his core like that. Zoro wants a go. He wants to see the cook's self control crack just like his is. Sure, seeing Sanji needing him is hot as fuck but... well, even if Sanji is getting off on this he'd rather Sanji actually get off.
He moves to reach for Sanji but as soon as his wrists move Sanji's grip is snapped right back on him, if anything the cook pushes his hands a little higher up the door, making Zoro's back arch to compensate. That's... yeah, ok, they can explore that later but right now he's not interested in Sanji restraining him. The cook seems to get that and lets him go with a smug grin.
Goddamnit, is Sanji a mind reader? That would be troubling. He squints at Sanji.
'If you're a mind reader, blink twice at me.' Zoro thinks to himself, directing the thought at Sanji as loud as he can.
"What kind of shitty expression is that? You look like you just had a seizure. Are you ok?" Sanji asks with a touch of worry in his voice.
"Uh. Nothing." Zoro tries chirpily. Yep. He wasn't thinking stupid things, no.
"No, what?" Sanji asks, stepping away from Zoro.
"I have an excellent idea, let's not have that conversation." Zoro declares brightly.
"Yeah like I'm gonna-" Sanji starts, his tone dismissive. However Zoro chooses that moment to drop to his knees right in front of Sanji, lean in and lick Sanji's black dress slacks right over the shape of his dick. The end of Sanji's sentence turns into a sound somewhere along the lines of 'HNG".
Oh wow... Sanji smells like pheromones and need and just... mmm. Yeah, he can work with this. He rubs his cheek on Sanji's hard on and delights in the way that Sanji's breath hitches.
Keeping his eyes turned upwards to watch Sanji's expression he lets his hands trail up Sanji's thighs. He feels the muscles tense and shudder as he moves upwards and hears the harsh breath forced out between Sanji's gritted teeth. He flicks the button on Sanji's trousers open and lets his hands slide back down to Sanji's thighs. One second, two. Nope, Sanji's making no move to stop him, that's a green light if ever he saw one. That and the way that Sanji is staring down at him with wide, hopeful, shining eyes. His mouth is softly parted as he breathes heavier than usual.
He doesn't even try to suppress his smug grin as he leans in to Sanji and opens his mouth, teasingly slow. He leans in, his nose brushing the button that he just undid. His mouth floods with the taste of metal as his teeth close and, watching Sanji carefully, he unzips Sanji's fly with his teeth.
The cook makes a high pitched noise somewhere between fear and delight and slams his hands into the wall. Zoro knows all too well why, he can feel Sanji's thighs shaking.
He rubs soothing circles on Sanji's thighs as the fabric of Sanji's trousers shifts. He follows with his mouth. Smooth hipbones and unbelievably hot skin are all Zoro's for the taking. He kisses the skin as he explores it, slower than he'd like and about a million times slower than Sanji would like. The blonde is watching him like a hawk. A hawk that may as well be yelling at him to GET ON WITH IT.
Nope, teasing him is waaaay too fun. Oh hey, Sanji has a trail of corse blonde hair from his bellybutton down into his boxers. A blonde happy trail, awesome. He kisses it and feels Sanji's stomach jump with the gasp he gives. He looks up and gets a good look up the inside of Sanji's shirt, with the blonde leaning over him like that it's impossible to see his face now. That won't do.
Zoro stands up, dragging his hands up Sanji's sides as he does so.
"Oh, no, please don't- eep!" Sanji squeaks, his pleading being derailed as Zoro picks the lighter man up off of the floor and spins him so that his back is pressed against the wall and then drops right back down onto his knees before the cook. He looks up and watches Sanji watching him. Muuuch better.
He decides to have a little mercy and pulls Sanji's boxers down. The blonde's cock springs free from its confines, clearly as eager to see him as Zoro is to see it. Instead of just staring at it like he wants to he moves in and lets himself kiss down that line of coarse blonde hair. Sure he wants to get time to properly check out what Sanji's packing, but sitting there just gawping at another man's junk is just pain rude.
Instead he sizes Sanji up by gently kissing along him as he gets there, one hand running along the other side of him. Hm, perhaps a little shorter than Zoro is but yeah... wider. Mmm. A nice change from Daz who was hung like a horse in a way that went beyond compliments and frankly started edging into the territory of terrifying. No, Sanji is a much nicer size.
As much as Zoro enjoys giving head, and he does when it's someone he intends on seeing more than once, the soundtrack to this is way better. Sanji's making these little oh so quiet gasps and whines each time Zoro touches him or kisses him, like he can't quite believe that it's real. He looks up and sees Sanji watching him intently, his lip caught between his teeth.
Zoro opens his mouth, watching Sanji's eyes go wide and breathes hot air onto Sanji. He feels Sanji's dick jump against his hand. Goddamn Sanji looks desperate right about now, and that is doing wonders for Zoro's own sex drive. He slowly puts his tongue out and watches as Sanji's teeth dig hard into his lip and he feels the cook hold his breath. This is awesome and absolutely the best idea that Zoro has ever had.
He licks him, just once, from base to tip and revels in the stuttered gasp that Sanji makes. He wonders what other kind of noises that he can get out of the blonde. Well, there's one way to find out.
Zoro has a lot of skills. He's a good rock climber, a pretty damn good runner, he can tie about a hundred kind of knots and make thirty six-year-olds shut up and do what the fuck he says. All impressive skills. This one however is his favourite. He lets Sanji slide past his lips, over his tongue and keeps going. He keeps going until his lips press right up against Sanji's blonde curls. Ta-dah, no gag reflex. It's the best thing.
"HOLY SHITING SHIT- FUCK! DO YOU NOT- HOW CAN YOU- FFFF!" Sanji yells, his nails skittering against the wall and actually chipping paint off.
Sanji's hand comes down so fast that Zoro barely sees it. Long dexterous fingers snarl in Zoro's hair and hold him statue fucking still, their grip actually kind of painful.
"Oh fuck... don't you move or... oh shit... oh oh... just..." Sanji gasps out, his breath catching as he tries not to outright come. Zoro can feel Sanji's racing pulse against his tongue. Well, that's no fun. Sanji is actually holding him tight enough that he can't move unless he feels like losing a fistful of hair.
Hm.
He swallows. Slow. The muscles of his throat moving around Sanji.
"FUCK!" Sanji shouts, his head snapping back and cracking against the wall. If Zoro's mouth wasn't full of cock he'd be grinning right now. Yeah, he'd be a terrible submissive. Obeying orders, what even is that? That's no fun.
"You moved." Sanji hisses tensely, his whole body shaking with effort.
Technically not true. He makes a 'nuh-uh' noise in his throat seeing as he can't talk. Oh dear, does that make his throat vibrate? The throat and mouth that Sanji is currently occupying? Oh dear, how unintended.
"Fuuuuck, fuck you you fucking fuck." Sanji hisses out, letting go of Zoro's hair in favour of holding onto his own.
Zoro decides to have a little mercy on Sanji. Both because he's nice like that but also because it'd be lame if he had to stop doing this so soon. He pulls back on Sanji until the cook pops out of his mouth.
"Ohhh, you are evil. You're amazing but... fuuuuck you are evil." Sanji pants at him.
"Hm, tell me more. I like hearing you." Zoro purrs, his voice a little deeper from doing that. He rubs his thumb on the underside of Sanji's dick and lets the tip of his tongue map out the underside of Sanji's pretty cock. Mmm.
"You... you are a kinky bastard and wow my imagination sucks compared to you." The blonde gasps.
"Oh?" Zoro asks innocently and takes Sanji back in his mouth again. Not all the way like he did before, something a little safer that isn't likely to make Sanji lose it right away.
"Oh fuck your ego moss brain, oh god that's... oh. Shit, like you really need me to tell you I'd never thought of you doing this before. Or me doing this to you." Sanji babbles, his hand petting Zoro's hair.
"Hmm?" Zoro hums curiously, letting the noise run through Sanji.
Sanji seems to be getting the picture now. He keeps talking and Zoro keeps blowing him. The cook babbles on.
"Ugh, like... like any time you sat at the booths in the Baratie I thought about just sliding under the table and undoing your fly and ohfuckhowareyousogoodatthis?" Sanji whines, his hips bucking against Zoro. He's lucky Zoro doesn't gag, most guys can't stand that and pin their partners down to stop just that kind of throat fuckery. Lucky for Sanji Zoro likes it.
"I mean seriously you are my porn, and you basically write- oh... oh! Ah... write yourself in it. I mean you're a teacher for fuck's sake, you need me to enlighten you on all the 'oh teacher keep me after class' kind of thought there?" Sanji yammers. Zoro pulls back with a grimace at Sanji's words.
"Ugh, seriously? I teach teenagers man. You say I'm kinky?" Zoro says wrinkling his nose. It's not like he's unaware that there's teacher student porn out there but well, when it's his actual job that shit gets kinda gross to even think about. Besides, he teaches kids, no matter what people think of them or how close they are to being their twenties to when they were in their preteens that's just... no.
"Nhg, I blame porn. But fucking seriously if I'd been sixteen and you were my teacher I'd have been in jerk off heaven, I might actually have shown up to school more." Sanji teases a little breathlessly.
"Suppose I should be thankful I'm not a nurse." Zoro says, rolls his eyes and swallows Sanji back down.
"Fff- don't give me ideas man." the cook hisses and Zoro has to suppress a laugh at that.
This is... nice. Okay, nice is a weak word. But this is all the fun of getting laid plus all of the fun of hanging out with his best friend. Shit, he can get behind this dating thing. Heh, get behind it. In the meantime though Zoro feels the need to ensure that he's the object of Sanji's jerk off fantasies to, well, perhaps the end of time.
He's been deliberately keeping Sanji right near the edge, pushing him and backing him off over and over just to wind him up. He likes hearing the cook run his mouth, hearing the noises he makes and feeling his whole body jerk and tremble. It's time to push him past that though.
He swallows Sanji all of the way down again and uses all he has. He uses his throat, he lets his tongue roam over him, he hums happily around Sanji, anything he can do to fucking wreck him. From the rising crescendo of sounds that the blonde is making he can tell that he's getting him right where he wants him.
The cook has his head tipped back against the wall though, his eyes screwed shut and his mouth open warbling some desperate slur of 'ohgodyespleasemoreohthat'sityeah'. He's pretty sure that there's nothing stopping anything in Sanji's head from coming right out of his mouth. Zoro's pretty ok with that but he needs Sanji looking at him for this.
He reaches up and grabs the cook's black tie, thank goodness for the blonde's prissy dressing habits and jerks hard on it to make Sanji look down.
He can feel Sanji's muscles starting to tense, going from the slack bliss to the tight coil of almost there. Sanji's thighs especially are like corded steel under Zoro's hand. Sanji is looking at him glassy eyed and barely there. All set. He lets Sanji slide back out of his mouth, this time keeping a firm hand on the cook's hip to stop him from jerking forward to be back where he wants to be.
The other hand releases Sanji's tie and joins his mouth on Sanji's cock. He leaves his mouth open but runs his tongue along the underside of Sanji, letting it rest just under the head as his hand continues moving on him.
He gets to see a second of Sanji clocking just what he's doing and perhaps it's that idea that pushes him over the edge. Either way he feels the heat on his tongue of Sanji coming, feels it paint his tongue and knows that he's made Sanji watch him come in his mouth. From the shocked, ecstatic, turned on look on Sanji's face he's pretty sure that he's accomplished his aim of overwriting all of Sanji's other mental porn.
He swallows, slow and obvious before putting his tongue out again and running it over the head of the cook's cock, chasing any come that he missed. Keeping perfect eye contact with the cook the whole time. Sanji whines and his legs give out, sliding shakily down the wall.
"That's it, my... my imagination is fired. I'm hiring you to take over. That... fuuuck." Sanji groans, still trembling with aftershocks, his trousers open and his legs splayed across Zoro's as he sprawls boneless at the bottom of the wall. Zoro is so fucking smug. It's probably illegal to be this pleased with himself, however he couldn't care less about that. He has obliterated Sanji.
The two of them lay sprawled out on Sanij's floor, barely any way into Sanji's apartment. In fact Zoro had pretty much blown him right against the wall just next to Sanji's front door.
"How did you even... how can you BE that good?" Sanji asks to the ceiling. Zoro is sprawled on his side watching Sanji as he gets his breath back to something approaching normal levels.
"It's a gift." He grins.
"I think I might believe in god now then." The blonde groans, sitting up and staring at Zoro.
"How are you this amazing?" Sanji asks him with wide eyes.
"It's not that impressive." Zoro frowns, feeling a little weird. Sure he likes compliments but still...
"Not just that, but you know, that too. Wow." Sanji grins dumbly. He shakes his head and leans over, shoving Zoro flat on his back on Sanji's polished hardwood floor. He runs his hands along Zoro's bare skin and smiles, it's a soft sweet kind of expression that does more to make Zoro's heart race than any of that.
"You just came into my life and blew out everything. Sometimes I wonder if I just dreamed you up you know? A guy like you... but, I know you're real." the blonde sighs and leans down, pressing a kiss to Zoro's throat.
"Why wouldn't I be real?" he asks, lost to Sanji's meaning.
"I mean that I know you're real because, like I said, my imagination isn't good enough. Say that some kind of magic genie or some shit like that had come to me last year and said they'd make a guy just for me and that all I had to do was name things that I wanted..." Sanji starts to explain, sliding his hands down Zoro's chest.
"I'd probably have asked for someone who made me laugh, someone who cares as much about what he does as I do about my work, and because I guess I'm a little shallow then someone who looks as good as you do sometimes." Sanji says wistfully, leaning up on his elbows to look down at Zoro.
"What'dya mean 'sometimes'?" Zoro frowns, sensing an insult in there.
"Eh, sometimes you show up looking like a hobo. But most of the time you're good, and sometimes you run around nearly naked, so there's that." the blonde laughs, sitting up on Zoro's hips. His fly is still undone and Zoro can still see that trail of blonde hair leading down to where he's just been.
"But I still couldn't have dreamed you up. You're all... complex." the blonde hums, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.
"You act like you're all tough and you look all scary, but you're the sweetest guy and you're a total nerd too. You have the most unusual taste in movies and you can make talking about even the tiniest things interesting. I swear, we've spent half an hour arguing about the risks of you giving me kid-germs from work and I liked it." Sanji says with a smile.
Zoro's heart does this clench flutter move and his throat goes all tight for a second as if he might cry. Sanji's not telling him that he loves him, but he might as well be. The thing is that Zoro feels exactly the same. He doesn't just want to have sex with Sanji or blow him, though he very much wants to do those things, he wants everything. He wants inside Sanji's life and his heart and it's as exciting as it is terrifying.
He grabs Sanji in close and kisses him hard, feeling needy and dumb for doing it but not caring enough to stop himself.
"I want this so bad." He breathes against Sanji's skin as he holds the blonde close, and he does, he really really does.
The kids in his class were right, this is exactly what they write stories and songs about, this is what everyone chases and what Sanji's wanted so bad from everyone. It baffles him how anyone could not want the blonde but it's fine because Sanji is his now and he's Sanji's.
"Me too. I wanna hear what you sound like." Sanji purrs and suddenly his hands are sliding into Zoro's running shorts and oh, hello.
"So, about that kink of yours. You getting off on knowing just how much I want you, right?" Sanji purrs at him, his fingers curling around Zoro. Zoro bites into his bottom lip and says nothing.
"Oh... silent treatment huh? We have ways of making you talk." Sanji says in his best evil villain voice and leans down to bite quickly at Zoro's ribs before sitting up and putting on his best thoughtful face.
"Hmm, I could tell you that one of the reasons that I showered first that night that you slept in my bed was because staying in bed with you would drive me mad when I couldn't be with you. Or that I spent the whole time that I was in there wishing you were in there with me." Sanji says thoughtfully, as if it's just casual conversation. Zoro has absolutely no ability to stop the stuttering and broken sound that comes out from his throat. He'd been right about Sanji that night, he knew it.
"Sanjiii..." Zoro whines, his running shoes squeaking on Sanji's hardwood floor as his feet scrabble as his body starts to get bowstring taut. It should dislodge Sanji from where he's sitting on Zoro's thighs but it doesn't, the cook has good balance.
"You know that this is pretty much gonna be on my mind now whenever I see you run, right?" Sanji continues. His tone would be almost conversational if it wasn't deeply resonant with lust. It doesn't help that the way that Sanji is sitting and stroking Zoro so close to himself makes it almost look like Zoro's watching Sanji get himself off instead.
"M-maybe I'll do it more then." Zoro says, his breath stuttering his words as Sanji undoes him.
"Oh yeah, that'll teach me." Sanji laughs deeply and adds a little twist to his wrist that makes Zoro whine.
The blonde is looking down at him through thoroughly messed up hair, his clothes are a wreck and his expression is something powerful and possessive. Goddamnit, a man that has just been blown that well should not be able to wear a smile that smug.
"I- ah- maybe I... oh..." Zoro realises that he is beyond proper sentences and verbal sparring now.
He's pinned under Sanji from where the blonde is sitting on him and the last thing that Zoro wants is to make the blonde move off of him. He shouldn't be getting this worked up this fast but he's so into Sanji and having pulled him apart got Zoro halfway there without Sanji having to even touch him. Sanji is his best friend and now... now he's his boyfriend. He'd been tempted by Sanji for so long but his own dumb rules had kept them apart. Sanji was right, love was the way to go. Knowing all of that somehow makes everything even more intense.
He needs to breathe but he can't stop the sounds and pleas that tumble from him. He tilts his head back, grinding the crown of his head into the floor as he tries to straighten his throat out to breathe harder. He shudders and squirms under Sanji, he doesn't want to get away from Sanji or to stop him, not at all, but he just can't stay still. He digs his fingers into Sanji's thighs to try to... to do anything, to ground himself, to keep Sanji where he is.
"You're perfect like this, you know that?" Sanji whispers to him as his hand speeds up. There's this expression in Sanji's eyes that just tips Zoro over the edge with a noise that is probably far too loud for the comfort of Sanji's neighbours.
He comes back into full awareness with Sanji kissing him breathlessly, the two of them are pressed together and Zoro is absolutely ensuring that everything that Sanji is currently wearing needs to be washed very very soon. The two of them stay sprawled on the floor and as Zoro rubs his nose into Sanji's pulse point and kisses him there he thinks that the blonde has the right idea about falling in love after all.