Small Miracles chapter 10
This chapter contains explicit content
Small miracles chapter 10
Even if Sanji had some witty one liner prepared to woo the older man and cleverly change the subject to sex, it wouldn't have made any difference. After watching Zoro's display with the kiwi he wasn't able to make any intelligent sentences and his tongue kept tangling with his teeth awkwardly every time he tried.
He decided to calm down a little, eat his parfait, and see if he could regain control of his vocal cords after a few swallows. Zoro certainly seemed to be enjoying his. Scooping out a sample of almost every layer in one spoonful and somehow managing to balance it all the way to stupidly perfect his mouth.
Sanji stared at his own dessert, the intricately put together layers of fruit and cream interspersed with rich dressing. The blond's throat was suddenly too dry to swallow, so Sanji instead focused on chewing the fruit carefully and not acting on his sudden urge to smear the entire dessert over Zoro's torso.
"I've never had one of these without that overly sweet syrup all over it. This is much better." Zoro broke the silence with a frown at his dessert. "How did you make these? It's not just cream."
"Of course it's not just cream. There's a pudding mix in there, here and here." Sanji used his spoon to gesture to the two thin layers of pudding mixed up between the fruit and whipped cream. "Parfaits can be very different, but I had a feeling you weren't overly fond of sweet stuff, so I went with something more tart."
In a fit of passion for his work, Sanji began explaining the contrasting flavors of various fruit and the two layers of pudding. It wasn't until his mouth was starting to dry up and taste heavily of cream that Sanji realized he'd been talking about different kind of desserts for almost fifteen minutes.
Shit. He did it again! No one gave a shit about how their food was made! Poor Zoro was probably bored out of his mind. This wasn't a good topic of conversation for a date. Sanji shrugged and nervously finished the last few spoonfuls of his dessert in attempt to avoid looking at Zoro's, no doubt bored, expression.
Oh Zoro was definitely bored; he was even digging around in the last layers of his parfait, the poor dessert! And somehow the moss brain had managed to find two perfectly contrasting flavors of fruit and was struggling to get them alone in his spoon. Sanji hesitated, watching Zoro somehow work the fruit through the cream with a clunky movement; his hands were really not delicate enough for this kind of thing.
With one questioning glance at Sanji, Zoro raised the spoon, displaying the content for a second before taking it in his mouth, lips closed tightly around the spoon that dragged out completely clean. Sanji's mouth watered at the sight but at the same time his chest heaved and throat dried. He reached out for his coffee with unsteady hands.
Zoro chewed with a concentrated expression, staring at his large calloused hand play with the thin and elegantly carved spoon for a moment before he looked up at Sanji with an arched brow. Zoro didn't seem eager to change the subject at all, patiently sitting and eating his parfait in the most perfect way humanly possible.
Sanji's heart wrenched when he realized Zoro was testing out the flavor combinations he'd been talking about, Zoro hadn't just been listening to his overly detailed rant; he'd actually been LISTENING.
Without making a comment about the accuracy of Sanji's 'flavor science', Zoro stuck his spoon into the dessert and placed it on the table, then reached out for his own cup of coffee. Sanji would have warned him if his own mouth hadn't been full of hot coffee, but sadly he was rendered painfully mute when Zoro's forearm brushed against the long dessert spoon and sent a cream covered strawberry hurling to the floor.
Sanji swallowed his drink; he could grab that strawberry off the floor and wash it off in the sink, no need to waste perfectly good food like that. Hopefully Zoro wouldn't think it was gross. He could just use a napkin to tuck it away to wash later. He really didn't like wasting food, he'd just have to grab it before Zoro picked it up and crushed it somewhere or something-
"Shit." Zoro let go of the coffee cup, picking the spoon off the table and burying it deeper in the dessert this time around. Without hesitating, the man plucked the strawberry off the floor with thick, gentle fingers, covering them in the cream as he inspected the surface for a second before he casually popped the fruit in his mouth, then proceeded to lick his fingers clean before searching the table for his napkin.
"Sorry about that. Good thing it's not carpet." Zoro grumbled under his breath, using his napkin to wipe the remaining cream off the floor and table while chewing on the berry with a frown, cursing under his breath. Sanji sat completely still, staring at the green haired man who so casually defied all of his expectations time and again. Oblivious to Sanji's disbelief, Zoro sat back down to finish off the last remnants of his dessert.
Zoro glanced up from the final scoops of his parfait when Sanji didn't respond, going slightly paler and red around the ears when he caught Sanji's stare. His expression was practically screaming 'shit I messed up'.
"Don't look at me like that; it was perfectly fine!" Zoro snarled unapologetically, looking really uncomfortable and grimacing as he placed his now empty dessert cup on the table. His brow was heavy with annoyance or frustration, and he rubbed at his temple and top of his eye scar nervously.
Sanji placed his coffee cup on the table, tucking in one of his legs to turn in his seat so he was facing Zoro, who was sitting at an angle and leaning against the armrest. Zoro's hand froze on his spoon, frown set defensively as he gave Sanji a challenging stare with his one remaining dark eye. The man's shoulders and entire body seemed on edge, anxiousness rolling off him in waves as he gave Sanji a wary look.
With his hands free, Sanji rose and leant over Zoro's body, hand gripping onto the armrest at Zoro's back for balance. Zoro's jaw tensed and eye widened as the smaller man tilted his head; Sanji could feel the larger man's breathing hitch slightly against his lips before he closed the gap between them.
Keeping the kiss as chaste as possible that the war of emotions inside would allow, Sanji pressed into the older man's lips and let his eyes flutter shut. Sealing the heat between them and holding his breath for a second, just like he had done in the storage room earlier that day.
The excitement and sparks of pleasure the simple contact sent through his system caused an involuntary shudder in his back, goose bumps running along his spine before he pulled back. Licking off any leftover cream hiding on the surface of Zoro's lips, Sanji opened his eyes again, licking his own lips contently as he sat back.
Zoro instantly sprung into motion, leaning in as Sanji leant back and catching the back of the blond's neck, bringing their mouths together seconds after they parted. Thick fingers burrowed into the hair at the back of Sanji's head, rubbing gently at the scalp as teeth teased Sanji's bottom lip, tongue darting out to taste the fresh coat of saliva on Sanji's lips.
A dam burst inside Sanji's mind, all restraint, thoughts or concerns rushed away as the world narrowed down to just the beaten up old leather couch and the two of them. Lips parted as he caught Zoro's tongue with a tilt of his head, sucking it inside his mouth eagerly and leaning into the older man.
Zoro pulled back and, for a moment, Sanji's heart ached at the prospect of breaking the kiss. Instead of separating though, Zoro's hands at his back and head guided Sanji down with him. The entire world seemed to tilt as Sanji leant forward, moving closer to prevent the kiss from breaking.
Sanji squirmed slightly as he scooted closer to Zoro, at some point getting into his lap and grabbing onto his shoulders in order to prevent the man from tilting the entire world enough to throw him off into the nothing beyond. Zoro was too strong and too heavy though, no matter how Sanji's hands pulled, the man's body kept reclining until his back hit the armrest.
With a small moan, Sanji broke the kiss to take a proper look at the man lying under him; reclined on the couch and looking much too big for the furniture to handle. Sanji's heart was beating madly in his chest, hands still clamped uselessly at the bigger man's broad shoulders in an attempt to hang onto something that seemed to be as solid and unmoving under him as the earth itself.
He wanted to say something, somehow make words big or complex enough to explain how much he wanted Zoro. After a few seconds of panting with his fingers buried in Zoro's shirt, Sanji realized he couldn't think of any words good enough. It could have also been the large, gentle hands slipping under the back of his shirt that somehow erased all of his common sense as calloused fingers traced the curve of his spine.
There was just one word he seemed capable of saying.
"Zoro…" Sanji groaned, leaning in to kiss the man again; trying to show him just how much he wanted him without some meaningless words getting in the way. The heat rushed through Sanji's body with every touch, his lips felt like they were on fire and tingled with sensitivity. Pleasure was burning brilliantly and making every caress and stroke against Zoro's mouth better than the last.
Need crept through every fiber of Sanji's being, the kisses became messier, sloppy, openmouthed and the world became nothing but the taste of cream, coffee and Zoro. Sanji's hips bucked against Zoro's torso. He was straddling his waist, feeling Zoro's body rise and fall under him as strong muscles tightened and relaxed with twitching adrenaline.
"I need… no shirt…" Sanji pulled at Zoro's shirt, barely breaking the kiss to groan demandingly into Zoro's ear. The larger man grunted something in approval, sitting up like Sanji weighted nothing and pulling the shirt over his head.
When Zoro sat up, Sanji slid down his body, suddenly sitting fully in the man's lap with his groin flush against Zoro's and feeling the hardness hidden under the black jeans. Zoro threw his shirt on the floor, and Sanji wasted no time before running his hands up the scarred and perfectly sculpted body, running his fingers down hard muscle and inhaling deeply when he felt the larger man's twitch from his touch.
He'd wanted to touch Zoro like this for so long, ever since he saw Zoro without his shirt he'd fantasized about tracing this scar. Now that he could, the thick white line trailing from Zoro's collarbone to his hip seemed impossibly stark and sensitive and Sanji relished the opportunity to touch it.
He ground his hips against Zoro, hissing when their clothed erections met in a shock of painful arousal. Using his weight, he attempted to push Zoro back down. For a second Zoro didn't budge, pulling at Sanji's shirt before he allowed himself to be guided down. As a reward for obeying, Sanji pulled back for a second to pull off his shirt and threw it carelessly to the floor.
Zoro groaned in appreciation, running his hands up Sanji's unmarred skin, fingertips leaving hot trails and tingles of pleasure in their wake. The sounds rumbling from Zoro's lips seemed so delicious Sanji had to taste them, leaning in and muffling the sounds with his own mouth, slipping his tongue inside teasingly.
Rising to the bait, the older man leant forward, hands pulling Sanji closer as Zoro's tongue invaded his mouth and wiped Sanji's mind completely blank. The things Zoro did were making Sanji lightheaded, he was thankful for the large hands on his body keeping him anchored to the ground.
"Talk to me." Sanji moaned as he broke the kiss, sliding down on Zoro's body, grinding against his groin as he licked and sucked at the man's jaw line. Zoro's hands gripped Sanji's ass to hold him in place, bucking up against him as Sanji's sloppy kisses moved to his neck.
"About what?" Zoro's voice resounded through his chest and vibrated under Sanji's lips at his throat. The husky tone only made it better. Sanji's eyes fluttered shut as he ran his nails over Zoro's chest, licking his way down to Zoro's collarbone. God he couldn't wait to have Zoro inside him.
"Anything." Sanji breathed against Zoro's skin, biting and sucking down on the collarbone just above Zoro's scar. Fingers traced the soft edges of the long healed wound. "Tell me what turns you on."
"Shit…" Zoro groaned, arching slightly into the touch and kneading Sanji's behind through his far too tight pants. "You turn me on. A lot."
Sanji pulled back for just a second, looking up at Zoro through his fringe; lips brushing against the edge of Zoro's scar as he spoke. Zoro's one functioning eye held his gaze for a moment before the older man clamped his eyes shut with a groan.
"Go on." Sanji's lips were kiss swollen, his eyes glazed over in arousal. The storm raging inside Sanji's body reached its peak, his senses were driven into the ground and his voice was dangerously stable. He climbed back up, lips brushing against Zoro's neck. "Tell me how you want me."
"I want you screaming and gasping."
Sanji moaned, sucking at the man's skin. That sounded really good, his body was taut with need and Zoro's hand was sliding under the edge of his pants. He rolled his hips sensually, biting lightly on the other man's neck as the fingers slipped under the fabric and stressed the button open with a loud pop.
"I want you to tell me how hard and deep you like it." Zoro's words were growled low, arousal thick in his tone. It was getting hard to think. Sanji sucked eagerly on the skin of the older man's collarbone, breathing heavily as the man's thick fingers slid over the surface of his ass and gave the soft flesh a firm squeeze, the added size of Zoro's hands down Sanji pants pulled on the fabric and forced down the zipper.
"Tell me how fast you want me to go." Zoro groaned breathlessly, bucking against Sanji's hips and digging his fingers eagerly into Sanji's behind, earning a bite and a loud moan from Sanji. The blond's imagination running wild with Zoro's words.
"-I want to see your face when you come." Zoro voice was husky and rough, sending tingles down Sanji's spine as the older man pulled Sanji closer against him. "I've imagined it… again and again."
"Fuck you are bad at talking dirty moss-brain." Sanji groaned, interrupting the swordsman before he verbally managed to either drive him insane or over the edge. Pulling Zoro into a sitting position the blond kissed the man possessively. "You're supposed to make it filthy, not romantic."
Zoro frowned but returned the kiss, hand still buried deep down the back of Sanji's pants and practically scorching his skin with pleasure. Strong thick thumbs rubbing where the small of Sanji's back disappeared into the pants. That's it. Sanji's limit was reached. He needed Zoro naked now.
"You asked me about what I wanted, perverted cook." Zoro grumbled under his breath as he moved his lips down to Sanji's throat, sucking eagerly on skin and breaking that final restraint keeping the blond in check. "Don't ask questions you don't want answers-"
But the other man was cut off with an eager kiss from an impatient blond. Their mouths crushed together desperately as one of Sanji's hands buried itself in slicked back green hair and the other clawed at Zoro's back in an attempt to get their bodies closer together. Just like in the storage room, the heat, raw emotion and want drowned all sense of reality from Sanji's mind.
The lean blond wrapped his legs around Zoro's waist, getting as close as he could as Zoro leant forward so Sanji clung onto the other man to keep from falling backwards. Sanji's eyes fluttered open for a second as the world suddenly shifted. Zoro stood up from the couch, and was carrying Sanji like the man wrapped around him was light as air.
One hand rested on Sanji's lower back to support his weight while the other was rubbing and clawing gently at the skin between the lean man's shoulder blades. Sanji could feel the muscles bunching in Zoro's back as he stood up, so he tightened his grip on Zoro's waist with his legs, grinding up against the taller man in wanton need.
"The bedroom?" Zoro's silent apology for breaking the kiss was a few gentle nips to a meticulously shaven jaw, lips wet and voice thick with desire. Sanji gestured to his bedroom door with a wave of his hand the leftmost of the two doors; sucking at the spot hidden behind Zoro's earrings.
"Don't get lost." Sanji chuckled softly into Zoro's ear. Earning himself a grumble and a huff from Zoro who himself had started walking towards his coat. Sanji inhaled deeply, calming down and settling into a haze of arousal and bliss. Finally it was happening.
Zoro's hand delved into his pocket for a second and returned from the depths with a small white bag. Sanji could see the name of a condom brand and the shape of a lubrication bottle faintly through the bag. Zoro brought some?
Sanji had always been the one to bring the supplies; especially with men. He'd never want to end up in a situation where there was no lubrication available. It was startling how many of his former partners had assumed the layer of lubrication already on the condom was 'plenty' and attempt to argue that any more would be 'over the top'.
Easy for them to say when they WERE the top. Assholes.
"You brought lube?" Sanji breathed against Zoro's skin, reaching down to peek into the bag in Zoro's hand. There was indeed a pack of condoms and a large bottle of lube in there; new too. He'd grown accustomed to bringing up the lube in the heat of the moment, talking about it outside of direct foreplay felt strange.
"There's no such thing as too much lube." Zoro rumbled gently into Sanji's ear, raising the bag for Sanji to take a closer look. Kissing the blonde's jaw line he made his way back across the living room, "Do you dislike this brand? We can use whatever you-"
The shrill ringing of Zoro's phone cut the man off mid-sentence and both men froze in shock as the slightly muffled tune filled the apartment and muted all other sounds. Sanji's eyes flicked wide open, his body numb in shock as he felt the phone vibrate through Zoro's pocket against his thigh.
Sanji's blood was boiling in anger, yet ice cold fear latched onto his heart. His grip on Zoro's shoulders tightened in reflex. No. He could NOT handle Zoro leaving. No matter what it was, it could wait. He could not lose this when he was so close. He wanted to scream but he couldn't make a sound.
"No." Zoro snarled angrily against Sanji's neck, fishing the phone from his pocket with a growl, promptly knocking it vengefully against the coffee table in the center of the living room; popping the back and battery out in the process before he tossed the useless husk across the table.
For those few seconds filled with nothing but the sound of plastic clattering against the table, Sanji held his breath. Zoro hadn't even checked who was calling, yet he'd forcibly turned his phone off without hesitating. Hopefully it wasn't broken.
Zoro's hand returned to Sanji's body, leaning in for a kiss. Sanji melted into the touch, sighing in relief and groaning as the fear of having Zoro snatched away from him at the last moment left. Zoro broke the kiss and nuzzled Sanji's hair, allowing the blond to lick and suck at his neck as the older man continued walking to the bedroom.
The distinct, echoing sound of Sanji's bathroom caught the blond's attention. His head snapped back as he glanced in disbelief over his shoulder, his expression of incredulity gradually overtaken by a massive grin.
"YOU GOT LOST." Sanji practically howled in glee, glancing in the bathroom mirror behind them to enjoy the reflection of Zoro's face turning red. Seeing them tangled together in the mirror had Sanji's heart fluttering, they looked really good together, and the bulge in Zoro's pants was impressive.
"You pointed to this door!" Zoro snarled, turning around and leaving the bathroom. Sanji turned back to the man, watching their reflection walk away in the mirror over Zoro's shoulder. The older man's exposed and flawless back was covered in red marks from Sanji´s fingernails.
"One eyed idiot! I pointed to the one next to this. Damn half-blind moss!" Sanji couldn't stop grinning, Zoro's expression was hilarious and Sanji's heart felt full to bursting. Laughter bubbled out of Sanji's chest uncontrollably, his body relaxing into Zoro's as he tried to catch his breath and stop laughing.
"Stop laughing curly brow!" Zoro grumbled, opening the correct door this time and making his way over to Sanji's freshly made bed. The blond tried to stifle his laughter, covering his face with his hand and cheeks burning in embarrassment. Damn it, he was going to ruin this if he didn't stop laughing!
"Hahahahahaha-AAAAAH!" Sanji's laughter became a startled yelp as Zoro unceremoniously tossed him into bed. The blond flailed while in the air until he landed flat on his back on the soft covers, embarrassment rushing over him as he covered his face with both hands, trying to calm his nerves and catch his breath.
He couldn't stop smiling, his cheeks were sore from the size of his smile and his heart felt so full and light it was painful and beating so fast it didn't feel like it was beating at all. It wasn't until Zoro's knee sank into the mattress besides him and large warm hands pulled Sanji's own from his face that his heart skipped a beat.
Zoro was looking at him with that one dark eye that remained, his face scar deformed slightly from its usual straight line because of the man's expression. Zoro's mouth was torn between a smile and his earlier embarrassed grimace, his ears still slightly red as he leant forward to coax Sanji's lips from their grin and into a kiss.
Sanji complied enthusiastically, pulling his hands free to wrap them around Zoro's neck, pulling the man down and kissing him passionately. This was perfect. Sanji's worries of inexperience were thrown to the wind as his lips pulled at Zoro's. The larger man teased Sanji's mouth open with his tongue, hands running up Sanji's sides as he shifted to straddle Sanji on the bed.
The weight of Zoro's body on his hips made Sanji moan, feeling his body sink into the mattress and arching his back slightly. He wanted to grind against the weight above him, but the mattress was too soft and his body wasn't responding properly to his orders.
The younger man only managed to buck slightly against the swordsman, letting the last of his control slip from his grasp as Zoro's tongue robbed him of his sanity and breath. Thick calloused fingers wandered aimlessly up Sanji's torso until they settled on his nipples and rubbed around the buds teasingly.
Soft moans escaped with each breath, kisses becoming sloppier and more eager with Zoro rocking his body against Sanji's in a motion that made all his nerves scream for sex. The rhythmic shift of sheets and creaking bedsprings were going to echo in Sanji's mind for months.
Neither man could be bothered to spend more than a second on breathing. Stealing small gasps in between slick, frantic kisses and groaning as soon as the need for oxygen was sated and the kissing resumed. Sanji's hands wandered down Zoro's torso, finding his belt and yanking at the buckle to undo it.
Zoro grunted in appreciation and pulled back for a second, rising up to his knees and towering over Sanji as he yanked his belt loose and undid his zipper and button. Sanji laid sprawled back on the bed, pinned between Zoro's knees and watching with half lidded eyes as Zoro shed his pants.
The jeans came down with a movement of Zoro's hips that would have earned him a spot in Sanji's fantasies forever if he hadn't already been the star. Eager to get naked, Sanji undid his own slacks, sliding them down as far as his position allowed.
As soon as Zoro moved to slide his off his pants properly, Sanji squirmed out of his own, kicking them off on the bed and grinning perversely when Zoro turned back to him. He let his hands wander up Zoro's legs, fingers sliding under the tight black boxers and tracing the insides of Zoro's thighs teasingly.
"Show me yours and I'll show you mine?" Sanji ran a hand over the stretched surface of Zoro's underwear, running his fingers over the sizable bulge; there wasn't much left to the imagination. The older man bucked into the touch, breathing heavily as he groaned.
"Yes. Naked. Now." Zoro's words came out in strained sentences; fingers locating the hem of Sanji's underwear and pulling at it as Sanji peeled Zoro's down his hips. Both men held their breath as they stripped the other, eyes greedily taking in every new patch of flushed skin as it was exposed.
Sanji's underwear barely managed to go further than his upper thighs before Zoro's hand was on him. The blond hissed in pleasure, arching into Zoro's touch when the man's fingers ran along the length. His mind was a flurry of sensation and his hands clung to the fabric of Zoro's boxers as his breathing became a string of shallow gasped moans.
"Ah… shit… Zoro…." Sanji threw his head back when Zoro's thumb slid over the head, spreading pre-come over the surface and sending a jolt of electric need through the younger man's body. Zoro's rough hands felt completely different to his own and all of his former lovers, the angle and pressure rattled Sanji's bones and left him a moaning mess, like he was experiencing everything for the first time again.
"Perfect…" Zoro's voice was low and husky with want, his eye glancing from Sanji's erection to his face. Sanji opened his eyes, moaning as Zoro's hand began a slow torturous rhythm up and down his member. It WAS perfect. Zoro was perfect. Sanji bit his own lower lip as he rose up to his elbow, pulling Zoro's underwear down to fully reveal the other man.
A soft breath escaped Sanji's abused lips at the sight, the weeping and rigid length twitching under his gaze. Zoro's thumb ran along the underside of Sanji's cock, bringing the blond out of his aroused trance with a sharp, burning need.
Sanji reached out and slid his fingers along it, his fingertips gliding over the tip and smearing the pre-come along the underside. His slick index finger chased the throbbing vein until the lubrication ran out, the thundering pulse against his fingers matching Zoro's heartbeat.
Zoro groaned loudly and leant forward into Sanji's touch, reaching out for the small white bag on the bed. Sanji ran a finger along the slit experimentally; Zoro's body bent over and the slow pumping of Sanji's erection came to a gloriously tight halt.
The older man's breathing stopped for a second as Sanji covered two of his fingers in sticky pre-come and brought them to his mouth. Zoro exhaled with a groan when Sanji licked at his stained fingers.
Sanji licked his fingers dry, holding eye contact with Zoro who was staring openmouthed at him in wonder. His hand smelled like Zoro, a heavy musk that was gradually clouding Sanji's senses, mixed with aftershave and sweat.
"I bought lube too." Sanji leant backwards on the bed, flexing and stretching below the other man until he could reach his nightstand with his saliva stained fingertips. He tried desperately to coax the top drawer open with slick fingers, feeling Zoro's breath on his skin as the older man took full advantage of his splayed out body.
Zoro's tongue lapped at Sanji's nipple, fingers rubbed curiously arousing rings around Sanji's navel and Zoro's other hand worked Sanji's erection with slow and painfully pleasurable strokes. Sanji's back arched into the touch, breathing heavy and irregular. Sparks of pleasure travelled up Sanji's spine and the bliss threatened to pull him apart from the inside out.
Everything Zoro was doing was exactly what Sanji wanted, but at the same time he'd never known he wanted any of it. Sanji's fingers finally managed a slight grip of the drawer handle, pulling it open as Zoro sucked and nibbled on the tortured bud of Sanji's chest. His hands instinctively retreated to Zoro's body, one buried in the mess of green hair while the other clung feebly to Zoro's broad frame.
Sanji's vision flashed white with every flick of Zoro's tongue, rough thumb rubbing teasing circles around the tip of Sanji's erection and threatening to bring him over the edge right there. A thin layer of sweat was forming on the younger man's body, droplets pooling in the valley of his lean muscles, drawn taut and flexed from the strain of clinging to the edge.
"Zoro, stop…" Sanji moaned shakily, pulling desperately on Zoro hair to make the pleasure stop before it was too late. The larger man immediately ceased his ministrations and raised his head, eye glazed over with lust as the he awaited further instructions.
"Is there something wrong, cook?" Zoro's voice was raw and dark with arousal, his body was tense from the amount of willpower it took to hold back. "Too fast?"
"No… shit, it's not fast enough! I'll come before we get started." Sanji took a deep breath, reaching into his open drawer and pulling out the plastic bag housing his supplies. He dumped the contents on the bed next to Zoro's, rising up to his elbows and blushing awkwardly when he saw Zoro's one eye widen at the amount of lubrication and condoms that spilled onto the bed.
Zoro let out a husky chuckle, his shoulders dropping slightly as the muscles in his back relaxed under Sanji's touch. The older man leant over, distracting Sanji with a chaste kiss as he plucked one of the lubricants off the cover, popping the lid.
"Just exactly how much sex were you expecting?" Zoro smiled into Sanji's lips, pulling at the lower one teasingly as he moved over to free Sanji's legs, allowing them to spread. The blond did so eagerly, his pout exaggerated by Zoro's pull on his bottom lip.
"Like a not-so-wise moss-brain once said; 'There's no such thing as too much lube'. I wasn't about to risk a trip to the store at this point." Sanji huffed against Zoro's face, digging his heels into the mattress as he watched Zoro coat his index finger. "And I couldn't send you because you'd get lost."
"I'd call you an ass, but in your case it would be a compliment." Zoro grumbled, running his hand along the inside of Sanji's spread thighs and giving his butt a playful squeeze. Sanji laughed at that, trying to ease his nerves and relax his body for what was about to come.
The pad of Zoro's finger slid easily down to Sanji's entrance and pressed gently against it. The feeling alone caused Sanji's body to tense and arch, warmth creeping down his legs as his heart struggled to pump all of his blood downwards. It took the smaller man a few deep calming breaths before his body relaxed, allowing Zoro's finger inside.
The pressure and unnaturally slick sensation of lube smearing across Sanji's insides had the blond moaning, body seizing up around the finger. He'd been fantasizing about this for so long that his body subconsciously tightened around the digit, making it impossible to move.
"Sorry… It's been a while." Sanji cursed himself for seeming so desperate, focusing on his breathing as he cracked open an eye to look at the man who was no doubt irritated. The other man was looking at him, the want and arousal in his eye knocking the wind out of Sanji's lungs and upsetting his breathing.
"Sorry for what? Being so deliciously tight?" Zoro teased, leaning over to kiss Sanji passionately, working his tongue along the roof of the blonde's mouth and pulling at his lips heatedly. Thoroughly distracted; Sanji's body relaxed and the feeling of Zoro's knuckles pressing against pale skin made the blond moan into Zoro's mouth.
As Zoro's finger moved around, coaxing the muscles into relaxing, Sanji's breathing devolved into panting. Zoro pulled back to allow Sanji to focus on breathing and calming down and instead trailed light butterfly kisses against Sanji's neck as he started working his finger in and out of Sanji's body.
Soon enough, the rhythm of Zoro's hand became the only thing Sanji could feel. In and out. In and out. Again and again. Each press was hot and burning with want, but it wasn't enough. What felt like a second (but could have honestly been an hour) later Zoro withdrew his finger, added more lubrication and rubbed it warm between his fingers.
"Adding another." Zoro's voice was rough and dripping with desire, his sentences only as long as his pleasure hazed mind could process. Sanji's head rolled back when the pressure returned, twice as intense and robbing him of his breath. His erection was dripping onto his stomach, twitching from the pleasure, and he was thankful that Zoro wasn't touching him. He was barely holding on as it was.
"It's… so good." Sanji managed to groan, rocking his hips into Zoro's hand and biting onto his lower lip. Blond hair fanned over the sheets, pale fingers clinging to Zoro's shoulder and the sheet below. A loud carnal growl from Zoro made Sanji's eyes open wide in pleasure, looking up at the man who towered over him and grit his teeth in a pained snarl.
The fingers stopped moving and Zoro's breath was ragged and panting, eye staring distantly at Sanji's face as the man seemed to be trying to regulate his breathing. Sanji's body ached for Zoro's hand to move, seeking more of the pleasure, but Zoro remained frozen.
"Zoro, don't stop-" Sanji began, voice as demanding as it could get when the man's name came out as nothing but a wanton moan. Zoro was pulled out of his trance at the sound of his name, heated kisses cutting the blond off mid plea and threatening to throw him over the edge.
"Don't say things like that in such a sexy voice." Zoro scolded, rumbling into Sanji's ear as his hand started moving again. It was like Sanji's body had forgotten all about the pleasure because it hit him like a tidal wave, pulling a long breathy moan from the blond. "If you talk… I'll come."
Sanji felt the stretch as Zoro's fingers spread inside him, scissoring and turning, slicking up parts of his body he'd never be able to reach himself. Zoro's fingers were coming dangerously close to pressing hard into Sanji's sweet spot, and with every brush against it sparks of white hot pleasure jolted Sanji's body against Zoro's hand.
Zoro's body shifted under Sanji's grip, and the blond managed to focus his pleasure blurred vision enough to see Zoro reach out for the pack of condoms on the side of the bed. The sight snapped Sanji out of his haze, Zoro was getting ready to enter, and if Sanji wanted to ask Zoro to cater to his kink, now would have to be the time.
Hurriedly flinging out a slender arm, Sanji pushed the condoms a little out of reach. Zoro's hand froze halfway, and the man turned to Sanji with a baffled look on his face. Sanji squirmed slightly, Zoro's fingers weren't moving and his body was screaming for something better.
"I was wondering," Sanji began awkwardly, his heart thundering in his chest and cheeks burning up under Zoro's intense gaze. "If you want, we can skip the condom." Zoro's brow rose and he remained completely still.
Oh god. He messed up.
"I m-mean-" The blond stuttered, panic rushing though his system as he desperately tried to salvage the situation, half hoping his bed would swallow him whole and spare him from the embarrassment. "I know I'm clean and all, so if you are too, we could bareback?"
Zoro kept staring at him; fingers still inside Sanji's body and the blond started becoming a little frantic. He'd been such an idiot. Zoro had been nothing but a mature adult about this whole thing, but Sanji acted like a spoiled brat, making demands at the last minute without even bringing it up beforehand.
"I'm sort of into that… but if it's too weird for you I totally get it!" Sanji reached out for the condoms, plucking one out and holding it up. "We'll just use a condom-" The blond was cut off by the obscene noise of Zoro's fingers leaving his body.
The emptiness inside him added to his panic; his blood ran cold and his heart hammered in terror. His body trembled at the loss and Zoro's shifting on the bed threatened to tear down his entire world. No. No. No. Sanji clenched his eyes and groaned in frustration, trying to think of a way to salvage the situation.
Zoro's lips pressed hard against Sanji's, catching his moan as Sanji's eyes flew open. Reassuring warmth spread out and chased away the chill in Sanji's bones, sending tingles down his limbs as he opened his mouth and kissed Zoro back with everything he had.
The blond whined into Zoro's mouth, clinging to the man's shoulders and refused to let go as he tried to show the man how much he wanted him. Adrenaline was rushing through his system; heightening all his senses to a ridiculous degree and making even the feeling of his sheets linger on his skin.
The kiss became rough and needy, a fight to show who wanted the other more. A fight Sanji was intent on winning, so he focused all his efforts on coaxing more of those addicting noises from Zoro's mouth. The sound of the lubrication bottle hitting the sheets was overwhelmed by a loud, pleading moan from Zoro when Sanji clawed at his back.
Zoro's hands returned to Sanji's body, fingers slick with lubrication as they sank into the skin at Sanji's hips. One hand travelled lower, guiding Sanji's legs further apart without the blond noticing, trailing slick paths of lube on the skin.
A shudder of intense emotion travelled up Sanji's spine when the slicked up head of Zoro's erection pressed against his entrance, his head fell back and he moaned, focusing on relaxing his body to allow the other man inside. It was happening, finally happening. Sanji's eyes rolled back as Zoro breached the first layer of muscle and slowly began sliding inside.
The gloriously wonderful feeling Sanji had been craving since the first time he had sex washed over him, only this time it was better. This time the other man knew what he was doing, no fumbling in awkwardness or pain. Just pleasure, burning red hot pleasure.
"I've never…" Zoro breathed low against Sanji's skin, brow furrowed in concentration. "-been inside without a condom."
Sanji moaned, arching into the other man and reveling in the feeling of Zoro inside. The swordsman was moving slowly, working his way into the parts of Sanji's body his fingers hadn't reached. The first coat of lubrication tingled slightly as Sanji's body stretched in new, unfamiliar areas.
Then Zoro stopped, rubbing soothing circles on Sanji's hips and panting, waiting for the blond to adjust. Sanji whimpered, Zoro was in really deep but he couldn't feel his hips against his. Fuelled by aroused curiosity, Sanji glanced down to where their bodies connected, brow sinking slightly when he noticed the amount of dick not inside him.
"Oi. Don't hold out on me bastard-" Sanji huffed, rocking his hips against Zoro, who groaned painfully and gripped Sanji's thighs tightly to still him. "I want ALL of it inside."
"It can't be helped." Zoro groaned with a small thrust of his hips, breathing shallow. "I can't get deeper at this angle."
Sanji rose up to his elbows, noting how Zoro's hips where brushing against his inner thighs. The sheer width of Zoro's hips and torso was keeping him from connecting fully; the man's frame was simply too big to get all the way between his legs.
Sanji bit his lower lip thoughtfully, sucking the abused flesh as he clung to his sheets. He could spread his legs wide and rest them on Zoro's shoulders but the man was significantly taller than him, so there was no guarantee he'd be able to reach the same depth. He wanted it deep.
The other option would be-
"Let me turn around." Sanji moaned, rocking his hips against Zoro. He was more than ready now, his skin felt on fire and he needed sex RIGHT NOW or he was going to burn up. "Fuck me from behind." His words rolled of his tongue with a groan, dripping with barely contained arousal as he looked Zoro straight in the eye.
"Oh f-fuck..." The words sent a ripple of tension through Zoro's body, his grip on Sanji's hips bordering on painful as he ground into him as deep as the frustrating angle allowed. Sanji arched his back, waiting and watching the effect his words had on Zoro.
The larger man pulled out, reaching for the bottle of lubricant as Sanji rolled over, getting on hands and knees on the sheets, spreading his legs slightly and looking over his shoulder at Zoro. The man was practically devouring him with his eye, slicking himself up with a fresh coat before moving closer on the bed.
"Like what you see mosshead?" Sanji wiggled his hips slightly, grinding back against Zoro's erection as the man aligned himself. His grip on the sheets tightened, excitement coursing through his veins as the larger man leant over him. The bastard was big enough for his scarred chest to lay flush against Sanji's entire back and tall enough to nuzzle the hair at the crown of his head.
"You are the sexiest thing I've ever seen." Zoro's lips brushed against Sanji's ear, husky and warm as one large calloused hand gripped Sanji's hip tightly, keeping him still as Zoro slid inside again. "-and the most annoying."
Sanji's chuckle was overtaken by a keening cry as the heat and pressure returned, knocking the air from his lungs as the angle allowed for new depth. Closing his eyes and focusing on feeling and relaxing, Sanji listened to Zoro's ragged breathing and groans against his ear; the older man seemed just as lost in pleasure as Sanji was.
A few intense seconds later, Sanji felt Zoro's hips against his skin, grinding gently as he got fully seated. Zoro stopped moving, letting out a shuddering breath against Sanji's neck and sucking on the skin as he waited for the smaller man to adjust.
Sanji's arms were shaking slightly, gripping the sheets as he waited for the pressure to ease. It really had been a while, and even longer since he'd had someone this big, if ever. The slight pain of the areas that hadn't been prepared properly faded, making way for heat and pleasure and Sanji pressed back, sighing in relief.
"M'ready." Sanji breathed, opening his eyes and raising his head too look at the wall in front of him, flexing the muscles in his back as Zoro grunted in reply. The older man slid out, leaving Sanji biting onto his lower lip in a mix of pleasure and anticipation; heart thundering in his chest as he waited for the thrust.
When it came it was sudden but not unexpected, Sanji's entire body bucked from the force and his jaw fell slack in pleasure; eyes fluttering shut as Zoro grunted loudly into his ear from behind. Sanji's muscles tensed and his back arched, fisting the sheets in his hands as he tried to push back into the intense heat of Zoro's body.
"Hnnn… more…" Sanji demanded, his grip on the sheets relaxing when Zoro pulled back. He didn't know what exactly he wanted more of; it couldn't possibly get any better. Zoro pushed inside again and Sanji was proven wrong, gasping out and moaning loudly as Zoro's thrusts found a rhythm.
This was more intense than he'd imagined (and he'd let his imagination run damn wild with his fantasies of Zoro) so that was saying something. He hadn't calculated in the other man's erotic grunts of pleasure, the almost bruising grip on his hips and friction of scarred sweaty skin across his back.
The smell of sweat and musk permeating the air had Sanji salivating; his throat drying up because swallowing came second to breathy moans and shallow inhales. His arms were shaking and each thrust seemed to be more powerful than the one before, building up pressure and making Sanji feel like his bones were melting.
The more he felt the more real it was, Zoro was here and at least for the moment; all his.
Zoro's rhythm became irregular and frantic, Sanji moaned something about going harder and faster, when in reality he wasn't sure he'd be able to survive. Zoro obliged every shuddering command, his groaning and panting gradually growing louder and more lewd.
"San…ji…."
"Yesss…" Sanji gasped in response, the heat was overwhelming, and it was amazing he hadn't come already. His knees were shaking and his arms gave in as a particularly deep thrust pushed him face first into the bed; the sudden change in angle allowing Zoro to brush against Sanji's prostate.
Open mouthed, Sanji's face was buried in the fabric, his wordless moaning dampening the bedding beneath him. The overwhelming stimulation had him scrambling for purchase and pulling at the sheets until he was clawing at bare mattress. The feeling of rough, uncovered cotton rubbing against his cheek somehow made everything feel that much better.
His back felt cold without Zoro pressed up against it, he could feel sweat dripping down his spine and his hair was sticking to his face. Each thrust pressed him downwards into the bed, bedsprings squeaking loudly in his ear. With the side of his head flushed against the mattress, he could hear the bed creak and shifts of fabric under him.
"Ah… fuck…so tight… Sanji…" Zoro groaned as he leant down and rested his elbows at the side of Sanji's head. The larger man curled around him, enveloping him in heat again and kissing his face as he ground into the blond. The words shattered the last of Sanji's sanity, his body trembled and his hips bucked.
He was going to come. He was going to come harder than he'd ever come before and then it would be over. Sanji grit his teeth, his body arching to the limits of its flexibility below Zoro as he listened to the perfect, trembling groans of the man above him. He didn't want to come yet. He wanted this to last longer; even if it was just a minute. Just a few more seconds…
Zoro seemed to be getting closer too, fingers clawing at the mattress top above Sanji's head and pulling on a few stray strands of blond hair in the process. Sanji's right hand withdrew from the mattress, carefully reaching out for his own rock solid member, fingers gliding just barely across the dripping head before applying pressure at the base.
Sanji's body tensed at the added contact, pushing him over the edge as pleasure flooded his body. Without the outlet, the sensation lingered, threatening to pull Sanji apart from the inside out as he prevented himself from coming.
"Z-ZORO!" Sanji yelled out, despite the man's lips brushing against his cheekbones. He knew Zoro would have heard the smallest of sighs, but he wanted to hear it himself. He wanted everyone to hear just how good he felt, aching for release as pure rapture seemed to pulsate throughout his system.
Just a little more. A few moments longer.
"Sanji…" Zoro's voice was thick with need, almost pained in its urgency. The larger man's breath came out in harsh pants against the back of Sanji's neck as he groaned with the effort of stringing together a single sentence. "I'm… gonna come…"
"Do it… inside me…" Sanji's gasp gained volume with a deep grind of Zoro's hips. His body was trembling with the effort of holding back, trying to rob Sanji of all control of his own hand. He needed to come now, or he was going to faint. His body tightened and revolted, robbing Sanji of all control.
When Sanji's body clamped down around him, Zoro pulled back from Sanji's ear and arched his back, throwing his head skywards as he came with Sanji's name echoing off the walls. Sanji let go with a cry of pleasure, spilling out onto the mess of sheets below him as he came harder than he'd ever come in his life.
Zoro rode out his orgasm with a few shaky thrusts, panting as he draped himself over Sanji and nibbled gently at his earlobe. Sanji moaned and chuckled, trying to catch his breath and calm his thundering heartbeat. Blissful orgasm tingled over his skin and all the way to his fingertips, settling in his nerves and relaxing his body completely.
"T…that… was amazing…" Sanji breathed gently, knowing that Zoro could hear him with their faces so close. Zoro hummed in agreement, sounding more like a rumbling purr resonating from his chest. Sanji smiled into the saliva stained mattress, turning his head slightly to catch Zoro's cheek in a chaste kiss.
"It was." Zoro agreed, rising up on the bed and pulling out, rubbing soothing circles on Sanji's lower back. Sanji moaned and turned around, feeling cum drip out of his body and smearing against his skin. He didn't care; he wasn't dirty. This was Zoro.
"Hmmm… since you can move, pass me my cigarettes." Sanji gestured vaguely to the nightstand, plucking a damp lock of hair from the corner of his mouth and trailing his fingers gingerly over the slight mattress burn on his cheek. Zoro leant over, grabbing the packet of cigarettes and lighter Sanji had cunningly planted there in case of post-sex emergency before letting himself fall backwards into bed next to Sanji.
The mattress bounced from Zoro's weight as Sanji rolled over to him on the bed, not complaining when his shoulder and torso lay flush against Zoro in the slight crater his body formed. The marimo plucked a cigarette from the pack and placed it between Sanji's lips.
"Here you go; your death-stick." Zoro flicked the lighter, holding it out for Sanji to light up. The blond rolled his eyes, sucking in the flame and pulling the smoke to his lungs, leaning back with a satisfied groan as he blew the smoke into the air.
"Possibly the best cigarette of my life." Sanji sighed; taking another drag and turning his head, looking at Zoro's slightly amused expression. He let the smoke out through his nose, smiling back at Zoro and arching his back, sliding a little closer in the process.
"What's so funny mossbrain?" Sanji asked curiously, running a finger over Zoro's scar and flicking ashes over the edge of the bed. He could sweep them up later. Zoro kept giving Sanji the same amused lopsided grin, stretching out with a satisfied groan and turning on his side.
"Your eyebrows." Zoro teased and his smirk grew wider. Sanji jerked in embarrassment, hurriedly fixing the messed up mop of hair to cover up his eyebrow. He gave Zoro a shove, not doing anything but pushing himself away from Zoro before gravity pulled him back towards the man.
Sanji finished his cigarette in silence, attempting to punish the man by giving him the cold shoulder, but it was very hard to do so in comfortable silence. Zoro's fingers traced blossoming bruises on Sanji's pale hips, barely touching the skin. Sanji watched Zoro's expression turn slightly sour, thumb gracing along the edges of a relatively large mark as the man opened his mouth.
"If you say you're sorry I'll kick your ass." Sanji interrupted and Zoro's jaw snapped shut, his one remaining eye meeting Sanji's and holding it intensely. "I like them." Sanji's resolve was absolute as he ran his own fingers over Zoro's, pressing Zoro's fingers down into the marks.
Zoro's brow arched, running his fingers up Sanji's side and up to his face, frowning at him as he caught his chin. "Are you trying to tell me that you like it rough?"
"Mm…. sometimes. It depends on my mood." Sanji teased, tucking his burned up cigarette into the package again and tossing it to the side, running his fingers along the well cut edges of Zoro's arms. He looked practically sculpted, like someone had spent hours molding and smoothing out every edge and curve until they merged beautifully.
"I'm starting to think it's all too good to be true." Zoro grumbled with a furrow of his brow, running his thumb along Sanji's bottom lip. "First you ask me to skip the condom, then you tell me to come inside and now you tell me you don't mind a few bruises?"
"Oh ye of little faith." Sanji grinned, catching the pad of Zoro's thumb in his mouth and sucking on it slightly. It tasted like lubrication and cum. "Do you really think I would have asked you over if I didn't?"
"I really didn't know what to think." Zoro confessed with a growl, smearing Sanji's saliva along the blond's lips teasingly. "Did you have some sort of great plan for all of this when you asked Perona to swap that holiday shift with you?"
"What?" Sanji blinked, Zoro retracted his thumb arching a scarred brow at Sanji. "I didn't ask Perona-chwan to swap shifts; she came to me crying over her boyfriend."
"Her what?" Zoro's brow furrowed, lips arched in a disbelieving grin. "Boyfriend? Perona doesn't have a-" Zoro paused mid-sentence, staring at Sanji as something dawned on him. "-that sneaky bitch."
"Don't talk that way about Perona-cwhan!" Sanji pulled on Zoro's cheek, he had a feeling he owed more to Perona's meddling than he realized. Zoro sighed and rubbed his temple, not even acknowledging Sanji's frustration.
"Was it really that obvious?" Zoro eventually asked, giving Sanji an awkward look.
"What? Your stupidity? " Sanji blinked, flicking Zoro's earrings playfully. "Yes it was; and it is. Terribly obvious actually."
"Why didn't you say anything?" Zoro grimaced; looking agitated enough for Sanji to realize there was something he was missing. He lit himself another cigarette to stall for time, trying to work out exactly what Zoro was getting at.
The realization hit him like a pile of bricks, eyes widening slightly as he took a long, calming drag of his cigarette.
"Because I had no idea." Sanji breathed out the smoke, feeling warm all over as he slid a little closer to Zoro. "How long?"
"Few months." Zoro leant in for a gentle kiss on Sanji's forehead.
"Shit Zoro." Sanji groaned, all the time they had wasted! If Zoro would have even implied he was interested, Sanji would have started contemplating this and gotten the ball rolling ages ago. He could have HAD this on Christmas! "You should have said something."
"I'm your boss. I'm not exactly free to openly flirt with my staff." Zoro grumbled, and it somehow dawned on Sanji that, yes, he HAD indeed had passionate rough sex with his boss less than an hour ago. They made porn about that.
"Besides" Zoro added casually, arching a brow at Sanji. "I was pretty sure you were straight. With all that damn fluttering you do around every female customer."
"Well, boss, were you jealous?" Sanji grinned, watching Zoro scowl at the title. When the other man didn't deny it Sanji's grin widened in glee. "You were! Was that why you were always arguing with me?"
"No. I argue with you because you were being shitty at your job." Zoro grumbled, clearly not appreciating the work related subject. "And it might have something to do with the fact you argued back; most people are too scared of me to argue."
"Don't flatter yourself mossbrain; you're not THAT scary." Sanji huffed, feeling slightly cold as sweat and cum dried off on his body. He nuzzled closer, enjoying the other man's warmth against his skin.
"You saw how that stupid corn guy practically ran away from me." Zoro grumbled, wrapping an arm around Sanji's shoulder frowning into his hair. "I've actually had kids ask me what superhero I was trying to catch."
"What did you say?" Sanji chuckled in amusement, looking up from Zoro's chest to watch the man's expression turn slightly guilty and awkward.
"I said: 'all of them' and they ran away yelling." Zoro muttered and Sanji could barely breathe in between wails of laughter. Trying to stifle the snorts and awkwardly rising pitch by burying his face in Zoro's chest.
"At least you have your priorities straight as a villain." Sanji wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, still trying to calm his chuckles. Laughing made his chest feel light and warm, like sunlight on the inside.
"If I'm going to be seen as a Saturday morning cartoon villain or a mob boss by everyone, I at least want to the kind that's taken seriously." Zoro huffed, rubbing at his eye scar in slow absent minded strokes. Up close, Sanji could see the gap in the eyelashes where the scar slashed over the eyelid and the matching gap in the man's eyebrow.
"If it helps, I think you'd be more of an anti-hero than a villain." Sanji hummed, climbing over to attempt to push Zoro over to his back, kissing at the scar on his cheek. "They were always the characters I loved the most." Sanji caught himself a second too late, tensing up as he listened to the words hang in the air.
Sanji's face heated slightly at the indirect confession, heart hammering in his chest as he tried to keep his expression neutral. Zoro was looking at him with his one working eye narrowed in amused suspicion. If the older man caught onto Sanji's verbal slip, he didn't call him out on it, pulling him into a kiss instead.
Shudders travelled down Sanji's body as Zoro licked at his lips, pulling and sucking at them gently to coax them open. He could happily spend the rest of his life like this, right here in bed with Zoro. Hoping he could get the feeling across, Sanji threw himself fully into the kiss, parting his lips to let Zoro inside. The older man eagerly took charge of the kiss, tilting his head and groaning against Sanji's lips in pleasure as he sat up, leaning into the kiss to deepen it even further.
Even if Sanji's senses were still numbed and clouded with post orgasmic bliss, the heat and want returned full force. His lower back was still aching pleasantly and he could feel Zoro's fingers slide over his spine, gripping his behind firmly as he sat up with Sanji on his lap; trailing kisses down to Sanji's neck hungrily.
Sanji arched against the man, feeling completely relaxed and at ease as Zoro sucked on his neck and slid a finger down to his twitching, lube smeared entrance, rubbing gently at the edges and causing Sanji's body to twitch and grind against the finger.
"Pervert." Zoro teased, free hand sliding along Sanji's semi hard erection, making the blond curl up on his lap and claw at his back. "It's only been 20 minutes."
"What's your reload time?" Sanji groaned lewdly in Zoro's ear, his breath and lips dancing across the man's earrings and moving them like miniature wind chimes. Zoro shuddered slightly against him, biting down on the blooming hickey he'd made and slipping his slick finger inside.
"For you?" Zoro's lips brushed against Sanji's neck as he spoke, adding a finger as Sanji's body trembled at the intrusion. "-about 10 minutes."
To be continued.
This took me. forever.
WHELP.
My size-kink-writing-needs have all been fulfilled (for now)! Did I ever mention how much I like PostXPre timeskip?
what did you guys think? too much? over the top?
I bet you were tense when Zoro's phone rang. You probably froze in horror and looked at that little scroll bar off to the side to check how much fic was left to see if I'd C-block you again, didn't you?
I'd love to hear what you thought about this chapter, even if it's just a fangirl rant!
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