Getting to the bedroom had been a bit of a stumble, hands clumsy and neither of them willing to let the other go for even one second, as though they might disappear. Sanji's heart was beating hard and fast and he could hear the blood rushing in his ears and feel it moving down to that certain other place too. He'd just about succeeded in taking his own top off when Zoro no longer had his fingers hooked in it and it had been left somewhere at the bedroom door which Zoro had had to quietly shut lest they woke up Tony down the hall. Sanji was kissing the man's lips with fervour and a slight hint of desperation when Zoro broke away, panting slightly, "We've got to be quiet, Tony's sleeping."

Sanji agreed with a nod, breathless, and Zoro took the opportunity to inch them closer to the bed until he'd toppled Sanji back onto the mattress and bracketed him in, the mattress edge pressing into the small of Sanji's back and his legs bent so his feet were still touching the carpeted floor.

What happened next was a euphoric blur.

Zoro's lips and hands were everywhere, leaving a hot trail along his skin, burning like fire. He kissed where Sanji's breastbone lay softly, tenderly and Sanji vaguely recalled through the haziness Zoro telling him that he'd never done this before and then the rest was passed on to him. Sanji flipped them over, let Zoro scoot onto the bed better and climbed over him with the intent to make this a good first time for Zoro at the forefront of his mind.

Zoro looked nervous but excited, a strange mix to see on his handsome face, and Sanji spoke him through his actions as he popped the button on Zoro's jeans with deft fingers and slipped down the zipper. Zoro was breathing heavily and Sanji was fairing no better as he slipped his hand down into Zoro's boxers.

The green haired man hissed through his teeth under him and huffed a quick laugh, "Your hands are fucking freezing…"

Sanji smirked, "Sorry about that," and sought out taking Zoro's erection into his hand, curling his cool fingers around the hot flesh and pulling down Zoro's jeans and boxers slightly to free it from its confines. Zoro had to muffle a moan with the back of his hand and, as much as Sanji wanted to hear it properly, he knew he couldn't risk waking up Tony. Sanji ran his thumb up the underside of Zoro's arousal and took great delight in watching the man under him flush bright red and tilt his head back with his eyes screwed shut to pant heavily, "Fuck…" He whispered and Sanji leaned down to lick at the now exposed neck, tasting the salt of Zoro's sweat.

Zoro was a very impressive size and girth, Sanji would give him that, and the way Zoro was reacting to every touch was the most arousing thing he'd ever seen. A sudden pang of pleasure had him by surprise and he moaned freely before he could stop himself, looking down to see Zoro's hand now wrapped around his own erection, the pad of his thumb pressing into the tip on just the right side of pain. Zoro was looking at him now with something akin to a challenge in his eyes and Sanji would be damned before he ever backed down and he tightened his grip slightly on Zoro, pumping him with agonisingly slow drags of his hand and rubbed his thumb around the tip in time, pleased to find some precum already there. This time Zoro had to bite his bottom lip to refrain from groaning and Sanji grinned at him before asking, "Do you have any lube?"

Zoro blinked, dazed, but managed to answer, "I… don't know. Bedside table?"

Sanji had to let go of him, much to Zoro's dismay, in order to reach his arm across, his mind a haze as Zoro refused to stop stroking him and Sanji's hips kept trying to buck into it. He fumbled a little as he pulled the drawer open and started searching, shaky fingers finally grasping around a small cylindrical bottle and he brought it and himself back over Zoro after reading that it was indeed lubricant.

"Shirt," Sanji gasped, pawing at the hem of Zoro's top and Zoro let him go to assist in pulling up the fabric over his own head.

Sanji was in heaven or perhaps he'll as he saw the expanse of muscle, the narrow cut hipbones, and the defined lines that lay underneath him, flushed and waiting in anticipation. His gaze fell on a long gnarled scar across Zoro's chest but Zoro beat Sanji to it, "That's… I'll tell you later."

Sanji, acknowledging that this perhaps really wasn't the time, nodded and pulled Zoro's jeans and boxers away completely, shimmying off his own as well. He looked down at Zoro's completely exposed body and snorted a laugh, "The carpet matches the drapes, huh? You really do have green hair…"

"Shut up." Zoro said, and Sanji delighted in the red blush that had blossomed over the man's cheeks and nose and shuffled up to kiss him on the mouth, Zoro reciprocating enthusiastically.

Sanji shook the bottle still in his hand and popped off the cap, breaking away to pant against Zoro's mouth, "This is gonna feel weird, okay?"

Zoro nodded and watched with interest and hazed lust as Sanji squirted some of the viscous contents onto his palm and smothered it along his fingers, sitting back between Zoro's thighs, "You're going to have to move your legs a little more."

Zoro looked slightly uncomfortable as he parted his legs wider and Sanji looked him dead in the eye, "If you want to stop we can. I don't mind-"

"No." Zoro said firmly, reiterating his point with a firm look, "I want you."

And damn if those weren't the words Sanji had heard often in his dreams. He placed his lubricated hand between Zoro's legs and pushed in one finger, capturing Zoro's noise swiftly with his own mouth in a kiss. He gave Zoro a moment to calm down and adjust and soon enough he was three fingers in, stretching and prepping and kissing Zoro whenever the man got too loud.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" Zoro panted in a voice so deliciously keen that it made Sanji even more aroused if such a thing was possible. Zoro was bucking down now, trying to get all he could from Sanji's hand and the blond knew that he was ready. He withdrew his hand, Zoro making a disappointed sound in his throat as Sanji lined himself up. He spoke, "This might feel really weird," he warned and Zoro simply looked at him as he panted in response.

Sanji's heart was beating hard, this was finally happening. He pushed in.

Zoro made no real noise as such but Sanji wouldn't have noticed if he had, his mind completely consumed by the overwhelming pressure and heat. He vaguely felt Zoro's hand take his own through his numbed mind and was eventually brought back by Zoro moaning, almost whining in his ear, "Fucking move."

Sanji practically leapt into action, each thrust of his hips unravelling them both towards completion. Zoro had his hand over his mouth to stifle the noises which was quickly replaced by Sanji's mouth which proved to be more effective. Their fingers tangled, Sanji's left hand in Zoro's right as Sanji's free hand, still slightly slicked with lube, rubbed Zoro into completion.

They came almost together, Zoro first and Sanji just after, and Sanji kissed the other wherever he could until Zoro came down from his euphoric high. Sanji pressed his body down against Zoro's and rubbed his thumb in small circles against the man's hand not pulling out just yet. He pressed his lips to Zoro's and they kissed lazily for a while, tongues sliding against one another languidly. Zoro's eyelids were beginning to droop and Sanji pulled away with a smile.

"Merry Christmas, Zoro."