Slashing open his pre-existing stab wound in an effort to demoralize his enemy- and okay, yes, also in hopes of impressing his new captain, who'd been watching the fight alongside their new navigator- was quite possibly one of the STUPIDEST things he's ever done, Zoro's thinking groggily as he lies drifting in and out of consciousness. He'd ultimately succeeded in doing both, but the ensuing blood loss left him too weak to stand unassisted much less walk on his own, and while he certainly didn't mind Luffy's arm curled snugly around his middle to help his wobbly legs support his weight until they reached the boat tethered at the Orange Town docks, he hates the dizziness and touch of nauseous currently playing havoc with his head and stomach.
Disorientation sucks, and puking, whether it's on himself or someone else or even just down the side of the hull, will not only be embarrassing as hell but will also probably destroy whatever slim chance still exists of him getting into his captain's pants. Or, even better, getting his captain into HIS pants.
A slim chance that he's almost certain is shrinking with every passing moment Luffy spends on the other vessel, the one Nami apparently stole from the same guys who'd tried to mug him when he'd picked them up while chasing that bloody bird. Which had been blasted to feathers by a Buggy Ball and-
Oh man, it's been one hell of a day, he thinks blearily, closing his eyes once again because the clouds overhead are beginning to spin a bit too much.
This afternoon's insanity aside, he's beginning to believe he was mistaken. For a little while there before everything went completely to shit, he'd THOUGHT he'd glimpsed his new dark-haired friend casting measuring looks in his direction, and he'd come very close to declaring his own growing interest following their departure from Shells Town, when it'd been just the two of them sprawled side-by-side on their backs in the bottom of the boat with their outstretched fingers brushing, loudly lamenting their lack of food. He'd almost- ALMOST- moved the few inches it would've taken to slide his hand into Luffy's and gauge the shorter man's reaction. But then that damn bird had soared over them, and Luffy had leapt to his feet and gone rocketing after the fucking thing and-
It's been one hell of a day.
Now his captain's over there on the other boat, shut inside the tiny cabin with the navigator, doing who knows what.
I was an idiot, thinking he'd be interested in me THAT way. I should've known better. Johnny 'n Yosaku like to talk about the gay vibe thing, but every damn time somebody catches my eye, he ends up being straight. The way my luck goes, Luffy's over there banging that girl, he thinks uncharitably. While I'm over here and probably slowly bleeding to death. What a hell of a day.
He slips off again- for an hour, maybe only a few minutes, it's impossible to tell- but this time when he resurfaces, he finds his head resting in Luffy's lap and his upturned face shielded from the sun by the wide brim of the captain's straw hat. Even so, it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust; acute anemia's playing hell with his vision, making it blur dark around the edges.
"Oi, Zoro's awake!" Luffy exclaims. He grimaces when the swordsman winces at the sound of his voice, immediately lowering his volume. "Nami says we gotta get your wound re-bandaged so we can make sure you're not still losing blood. And get you rehydrated." He holds up a canteen. "She sent over some things we found in the cabin. First aid kit 'n stuff."
Ashamed of his earlier irritation with his crew mates, Zoro doesn't protest when the rubber man insists on helping him drink, although he does place his own hand on the canteen with the intent of steadying it- and promptly dribbles water all over himself when he tries to gulp it, chokes and begins to cough.
"Take it easy, okay?" Gently pulling the canteen out of his grasp, Luffy replaces the cap and sets it down beside him. "Sorry, but Nami said I gotta make sure I save enough of this to wash the blood off, 'cause saltwater would burn really bad 'n, anyway, it's full of fish poop." He opens the first aid kit to peer at its contents. "She thought booze would be better 'cause it'd probably kill most of the germs, but there isn't any."
"D-Damn." Zoro rasps. He clears his throat. "In that case-" Fumbling at his sleeve, he unties the black bandana he keeps looped around his arm and twists it into a loose rope. "Normally I just sew myself up, but... doing it fucking hurts. There's no way I can stand putting enough stitches in myself to close this thing unless I kill at least half a bottle of hard liquor first. So I hope one of you's decent with a needle."
"You really think it needs stitches?" Luffy asks uneasily. "'Cause I don't know if-"
"Yeah, it definitely needs stitches. Hell, it needed 'em BEFORE I fought that idiotic bastard on the unicycle." And sliced myself up worse. "And it's gotta be either you or Nami, 'cause it's pretty likely I'm gonna pass out at some point. But first-" Winding the bandana in his hands tighter, Zoro raises it to his mouth. "Let's find out exactly how bad it is."
Shifting out from beneath him, his captain helps him loosen the gauze wrapped around his middle, shooting frequent concerned glances towards his furrowed brow and the bandana now clenched tightly between his jaws. Once they've maneuvered his haramaki out of the way and peeled back the sodden pad of wadded gauze serving as a bandage, Luffy cringes at the sight of the exposed gash. "Zoro-"
Gritting his teeth, the swordsman prods the edges of the wound, examining his own bleeding flesh with eyes squinting in discomfort. When the pain caused by poking directly at the injury recedes enough that he's able to speak, he pulls the bandana from his mouth and does so with haste, because he can feel vertigo stealing over him even though he's lying down. "Should be pretty easy to close 'cause it's a nice clean cut. I keep my blades sharp 'n I guess that damn clown-" But before he can finish, the black rosettes blooming at the edges of his vision suddenly expand and he's falling into the darkness.
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"-ro? Oi, Zoro, you awake?"
Roused by the hand lightly patting his cheek, Zoro sluggishly blinks open his eyes to see Luffy peering down into his face, looking relieved by his response. Upon taking brief stock of his surroundings, he discovers that he's not still lying flat on the deck but now resting partially reclined against the rubber man, who's sitting cross-legged behind him and supporting his upper half. "Mmn. H-How long was-"
Hearing the roughness in his voice, the captain quickly retrieves the canteen and helps him take several short sips. "An hour, maybe? Long enough for us to patch you up, anyway. Nami took care of the stitches, and she says she's gonna fix my hat too!"
"Fix it?" Zoro asks tiredly, pushing up his haramaki to gingerly explore the fresh bandage tied neatly around his midsection, and then he remembers the trio of furrows left in the straw hat by Buggy's knives. "Oh. Right."
"Here; sounds like your throat's still dry." Luffy offers the canteen again, free arm slipping around his neck and shoulders to help shift his torso upright a little more so it's easier to drink. "She said she thinks she can make it look almost as good as new!" And then, in that same conversational tone. "Oi, Zoro, can I kiss you?"
It takes Zoro's brain a moment or two to register the abrupt change in subject, and then he chokes on the mouthful of water he's just taken, inadverently spraying most of it like a fountain all over himself and his beaming captain.
"Don't waste that, you idiot!" Nami shouts from the deck of the other boat. "There's no more fresh water until we reach land!"
Coughing and sputtering, the swordsman swipes clumsily at his wet mouth with the back of his hand, ignoring the redhead in favor of staring up at Luffy, who appears undisturbed by the unexpected shower as he waits for an answer. "Wha-WHAT?"
"Can I kiss Zoro?"
"WHY?" His heart's going berserk in his chest, but he can't help sounding incredulous because this seems entirely too good to be true. "Why would you want-" His eyes narrow slightly in suspicion. "I'm not supposed to be some sort of experiment, am I? Or some kinda bullshit test run or warm up or something, so you get some practice in before you hop back over there to kiss her?"
There's a very unladylike snort of disbelief from the other boat.
"Nooo, I wanna kiss you 'cause I wanna kiss you," Luffy explains patiently. "I never wanted to kiss ANYBODY 'til I met Zoro." He grins. "And besides, Nami likes girls."
Zoro's gaze shifts to Nami, anticipating a fuss, but the navigator doesn't respond. She's leaning against the cabin's outer wall, studying the Grand Line map stolen from Buggy's crew. If she's not disputing their captain's remark, she either didn't hear him or it's true. Huh. Well, that's interesting.
"So can I?"
"Huh?"
"Can I kiss you," Luffy repeats. His smile's starting to look a bit frayed around the edges, as though he's questioning his own judgement in persisting with this line of inquiry.
"I-" Zoro swallows, throat suddenly dry again. He realizes he's still clutching the canteen and takes a quick, nervous swig before capping and setting it aside. "Uh- I guess I wouldn't mind? I mean-"
"Oh, for heaven's sake," Nami interrupts without looking up from the course she's charting. "Just tell him 'yes' already, Zoro. I saw you checking out his ass earlier while he was taking a leak off the stern. And DON'T try to give me some nonsense about being too delirious to realize where you were looking- I know wood when I see it, and that was one hell of a tree branch."
"O-Oi-" He's flushing, helpless to prevent the color rising in his face, because Luffy's gaping down at him in surprise. Delighted surprise, from the looks of it, and his captain's expression kindles a spreading heat in his lower belly despite the constant thump of pain throbbing in his wounded side. He licks his lips, lowering his voice as he asks, "You, uh, don't mind that we've got an audience?"
The arm around him tenses, fingers squeezing his bicep, as Luffy's eyes closely track his tongue's movement from one corner of his mouth to the other. "Nope, not if you don't."
"Then I guess-"
But his captain's already closed the scant distance between them, pressing a brief kiss to his lips and then drawing back, considering. "… Zoro's got really pretty eyes."
"Wha-"
Luffy kisses him again, with a little more confidence this time, applying firmer pressure and letting the contact linger long enough that he's able to respond this time, pushing back and parting his lips slightly in hopes of encouraging a deeper kiss. To his disappoint, however, his captain breaks away without further engagement.
"Something wrong?" he asks, confused by the lines creasing the shorter man's brow.
"No, I-" Luffy gives a somewhat self-conscious laugh. "Okay, yeah… it's just- I never did anything like this with anybody before, so I'm not really sure what to-" He puffs his cheeks out, looking frustrated and annoyed with himself.
"Ah." Raising a hand to his captain's face, Zoro trails the pad of his thumb lightly across his lower lip and smiles when the caress causes a sharp intake of breath. "You want me to-?"
"Show me."
Zoro's small smile broadens into a grin. "Aye aye, captain." Ignoring the increased pain in his side as he levers himself into a more upright sitting position, he moves his hand to cup Luffy's jaw and gently guide him forward, letting his fingers slip past the rubber man's ear and into his unruly hair as their faces come closer. "Just follow my lead, alright? And don't be afraid to let me know if there's anything you don't like."
"O-Okay…"
The swordsman resumes where they left off, administering soft kisses until his partner's mouth begins to open of its own volition, granting him further access, but still he refuses to rush. He plays with Luffy's hair, idly twining its locks between his fingers as he draws back slightly to move his tongue tip in a slow loop across the captain's parted lips then dart briefly between them, tracing the gap between his teeth and inner bottom lip.
Luffy shudders, fingers knotting in his shirt sleeve. He makes a faint, helpless noise as Zoro's teeth close and tug gently on his lower lip, his own tongue rolling forward involuntarily when he swallows hard.
Releasing his lip, Zoro presses forward with his mouth open to let their tongues collide, laughing low in his throat when he's greeted by a muffled "ah!" of surprise. Following his captain's tongue when it tries to retreat, he tilts his head slightly to intensify the kiss, delving deeper into Luffy's mouth, chasing his tongue, feeling a surge of satisfaction when the other man gasps again but quickly begins to respond, licking back and clumsily exploring him in return.
Flickering his tongue tip playfully against the roof of his captain's mouth, snorting laughter when Luffy utters a startled "mmph!" at the ticklish sensation, he pulls his tongue back into his own mouth- only to feel a second tongue immediately plunge past his lips in pursuit.
Fast learner. Good for him. Good for ME.
His partner's far more enthusiastic than skilled and not particularly considerate, tongue pushing ruthlessly to the back of his throat, but thankfully he's no longer nauseous and years of training and fighting with Wado gripped between his teeth has given him an excess of control over his gag reflex, and besides, he prefers rough foreplay. Because, even if they don't go much further today - they really, PROBABLY shouldn't, he tries to remind himself, given his injury and Nami's presence - there's no doubt in his mind that's exactly what this has become, given the way Luffy's fingers have begun kneading his bicep and shoulder. And it seems especially absurd calling it anything other than foreplay considering the firm lump nudging insistently at his buttocks every time his captain's body rubs against his.
His own cock's tenting his trousers, and as he swallows the saliva pooling above his esaphogus so he can suck eagerly at his captain's invading tongue, he can't resist grinding the heel of his free hand against his erection, palming his straining flesh through the fabric.
Luffy's dazed, half-lidded eyes spy what he's doing, and the rubber man groans into his mouth, hand releasing his shoulder to slip inside the collar of his shirt and slide down the curves of his pectoral in search of a nipple, thumb and forefinger closing on the nearer bud of tissue and rolling it between them, circling the areola, squeezing and tugging.
Oh, FUCK! YES. Zoro's hips flex involuntarily, his ass rising off the deck and thrusting his dick hard against his palm as he curls his fingers around the clothed bulge, back arching his body into Luffy's touch. His opposite hand snags a fistful of his captain's hair, a wordless growl of pleasure rising in his throat as he bites ardently at the lips and tongue entangled with his own, not violently enough to draw blood yet with enough force to make Luffy gasp. God, he can't remember the last time he's gotten laid, which means it's been way too fucking long.
He's now seriously contemplating yanking his trousers open and jerking off- maybe inviting Luffy to jerk him off- regardless of their navigator being only a few yards away, because he doesn't know if he'll be able to just walk off his excess adrenaline when he's this sexually aroused. Not like there's anywhere TO walk.
Trying to fuck his captain- or, better yet, getting his captain to fuck him- would not only be seriously rushing matters with a partner who's pretty well outright admitted to being a virgin, not to mention an all-around bad idea since they've got no lube, but he's also likely to tear some of the stitches holding together his newly mended wound, and Nami seems like the type of woman to start smacking him upside the head for ruining her handiwork. Not that he actually believes she's capable of HURTING him, but he's very much looking forward to- hopefully, if all goes well- having frequent, vigorous sex with an untried but ambitious new lover, and starting a feud with their only other crew member is more likely to upset Luffy than make him inclined to drop his shorts and demonstrate the dexterity of that rubber dick.
A simple hand job, though? He could work with that, so long as it eases the pressure building in his balls.
His captain's panting hard into his mouth, tongue sliding everywhere and leaving far too much saliva in its wake because he hasn't figured out how to swallow properly yet. He's producing enough spit that Zoro can feel it escaping the corners of their lips to trickle down their chins, but he doesn't care, not with Luffy's hips bucking desperately against him as the rubber man dry humps his rear. The hand groping his chest takes a firm grip on his right pectoral and squeezes ferociously, fingertips digging into his flesh, and he doesn't bother attempting to restrain the moan of pleasure that bursts from his cramped lungs. He loves having his tits played with nearly as much as his ass, and the more- the louder- appreciative noises he makes, the faster Luffy will learn where to touch him and how.
Kneading his own groin more aggressively, he reluctantly breaks the kiss so he's free to lick his captain's chin, nuzzle and nip along his jaw then under it. When Luffy tilts his head back, whimpering, he teases his exposed throat with the edge of his teeth, and the fingers gripping his pec clench- and slip in the fine sheen of sweat that's collecting beneath his clothing, raking burning lines across his skin.
"S-Sorry," Luffy gasps.
"Mmn, don't be," the swordsman rumbles huskily. He rubs his cheek and nose against his partner's neck, leans up intending to fasten his mouth on the skin immediately beneath his ear- which he knows from experience should be sensitive enough to elicit a strong reaction- but then pauses, his breath escaping in short, hot gusts. "O-Oi, how- how much further do you- wanna take this?"
It takes Luffy a few moments to answer, his adam's apple bobbing several times before he finally finds his voice. "I- I think I'm- gonna die- if I don't-" He takes a deep, shaky breath and lets it out slowly. "Zoro, I really, really- REALLY- need to cum."
"Y-Yeah, me too." He leans his cheek on Luffy's collarbone so he's got a clear view of the other boat from below the captain's chin. Nami's nowhere in sight. She must've retreated inside the cabin or at least circled around to the far side of it when the kissing progressed to heavy petting and they were too distracted to notice her departure. "I'm pretty sure we're alone now… so…" He raises his gaze, studying Luffy's heavily flushed face and waiting for his captain to make the final decision.
He doesn't need to wait long. Luffy's abruptly wriggling, hand fumbling between their bodies as he yanks open his shorts. Velvet-soft flesh grazes the flesh just above Zoro's buttocks, where his skin's been exposed to the air by the rucked up hems of his shirt and haramaki, and the rubber man makes an incoherent noise, shifting again as he finds room to curl his fingers around himself and begin stroking. "Zor-" Breaking off to grunt as his movements continue to rub his bare glans against the swordsman's lower back. "Z-Zoro, kiss me more?"
Zoro obeys him without delay, tongue slipping into his mouth and fingers continuing to tug and toy with his hair, even though it leaves him struggling one-handed to unfasten his own pants.
Groaning, reciprocating his kisses with fervor, Luffy resumes caressing his chest, that hand sliding over to trace trembling circles around the nipple he's left neglected until now while he continues fondling himself with the other.
He said his dick stretches too, Zoro thinks giddily. Let's find out just how much.
After working his trousers low enough to let his erection spring free, its full length jutting into the warm, breezy ocean air surrounding them, he reaches behind him, searching blindly for his captain's cock. Its broad, blunt head pushes into his palm, smearing pre-cum across his hand, and he follows that back to where Luffy's fingers are wrapped around the shaft, folding his own firmly over them and pulling.
Luffy cries out, the sound muffled by their skirmishing tongues, and Zoro nearly lets go, convinced he's made a serious error, but when he tries to open his hand, he discovers his captain's entwined their fingers and started helping him maneuver their joined hands and his own stretching member past Zoro's flank and towards his groin.
The swordsman can't help it- he leans away from Luffy's lips to watch, fascinated, as they work in unison to protract the rubber man's flesh until he's drawn out far enough to bundle their dicks together with their joined hands.
"Shit," he murmurs, eyes locked on the heavy beads of moisture leaking relentlessly from his captain. "SHIT."
"Z-Zoro," Luffy moans. "C'mon 'n-" He shivers as his swordsman's thumb sweeps over his glans, spreading the glistening fluid, then returns to tease the small slit at the tip, coaxing another drop to well out. "L-Lemme move, Zoro, PLEASE."
Grinning, Zoro relents, helping his partner give their adjacent cocks a lazy stroke, and the sensation makes his toes curl inside his boots. His wounded side hasn't stopped throbbing, but the pain's long since ceased to be a sufficient distraction. In fact, it's spurring his libido, competing with the powerful ache in his balls and base of his shaft, and when Luffy's fingers pinch closed on his nipple and areola to tug, HARD, his eyes close and his head tips back involuntarily, his lips parting to release a helpless groan.
In less than a moment or two, however, he's forcing his eyelids back open and raising his head to gaze open-mouthed at his captain's elongated dick and the thin strand of clear liquid seeping continuously from the tip of its flushed, swollen glans. He's been letting his mind run wild since his first glimpse of it, unabashedly imagining his buttocks being spread wide by Luffy's tight grip to accommodate that broad, dripping head as it nudges insistently between them, rubbing heavily against the puckered opening at his core, pushing into him, impaling his body, the thick, lengthy shaft stretching his flesh to capacity with its passage, thrusting into him slowly at first but then faster and faster and harder and harder until it's pistoning into the slick, quaking interior of his ass, balls slapping solidly against his bottom as he's taken from behind with ruthless, relentless force.
Unaware of the lurid scene playing out behind his swordsman's glazed eyes and intent on urging him to pump them both faster, Luffy rakes his nails sideways across his pectorals, scraping over nipples already distended and tender, and impulsively catches his left earlobe and its triple piercings between his teeth, giving them an impatient, careless yank.
Zoro's already dangerously near climax, the sensation of hot, heavy liquid pressure in his lower belly soaring to boiling point with the ongoing tableau his imagination's producing - Luffy fucking him, Luffy buried to the hilt and shooting an enormous load deep inside him, Luffy pulling out to watch the cum gush from his ass and leak down his inner thighs before plunging back inside him - and when his captain's actions in real life catch him off-guard, he's just too close to the edge to hold back. He cries out, his buttocks leaving the deck as his spine arches and his sphincter clenches, his twitching erection spilling warm ejaculate over their laced fingers and rigid, straining flesh.
The slim droplets suspended from his earrings drop swaying and clinking from Luffy's mouth as he gasps, staring with wide-eyed, rapt absorption at Zoro's contorting face and parted, panting lips even as he forces his swordsman's slackening hand to keep moving, milking another and another and yet another small spurt of cum from his own tremulant body with each downward thrust.
Their freshly wet, glistening fingers make it much trickier to keep the rubber man's cock stretched out alongside Zoro's, but somehow they manage. Flushed skin tingling, every muscle in his pelvis contracting pleasurably with his release, the swordsman tightens his grip and continues stroking, nipping at his captain's throat, fastening his breathless mouth on the sensitive skin, licking and sucking, and it's not long before Luffy begins to whimper, incapable of uttering any words save for a broken, incredibly desperate "oh-oh-oh-oh-oh" that fills Zoro with unbelievably smug satisfaction.
He slides his thumb across Luffy's tip, making the urethral opening gape then pinch closed repeatedly as he rubs small circles around it, and then bites his partner, clamping down on the side of his neck nearly hard enough to bruise and definitely hard enough to leave a temporary oval of tooth marks.
"ZORO-" The hand down his shirt's no longer playing with his pectorals but simply clutching his chest, clinging to it. "Zoro, I- I'm g- I'm gonna-"
"C-Cum," Zoro groans. He laps over the marks he's made, trails his tongue up his lover's neck and over his jaw and chin to his mouth, licking heavily at his bottom lip, grazing it with a sharp canine. "Luffy-" Sucking it briefly into his own mouth. "… Sencho. Cum for me, Sencho."
And without another word, Luffy does, making an intense, strangled noise of effort as his dick jerks forcefully in their joint grasp, discharging the first thick spurt of semen with such velocity that it archs high into the air over the swordsman's outstretched legs to splatter on the deck beyond them.
Zoro utters hoarse, amazed laughter and immediately resumes kissing his captain- more gently now, with considerably less use of his teeth, although no less insistently- as he shudders through the rest of his orgasm, releasing several shorter streams of cum that fail to reach the altitude of that first ridiculous GEYSER but are still pretty damn impressive nonetheless.
Most of the latter lands on his pants and promptly begins soaking into the fabric, but he's too flustered to care just yet. He didn't know ANYBODY was capable of letting it fly like that. He supposes it's got something to do with the stretching, the same way cannons with longer barrels are able to fire ammunition greater distances. And he can't help laughing again, breathlessly, against Luffy's mouth when the shorter man's cock finally slips free, spattering them both with flying droplets as it slithers out of their drenched hands and twangs back to its usual place and normal length.
Shit, he can't wait to find out what that thing feels like reaming his ass. OR thrusting hard down his throat while he gasps around its girth. Whichever. With a partner this unique, he's not inclined to be choosy, although he's hoping like hell that he'll have the opportunity to experience both.
He untangles his fingers from Luffy's hair to touch his face, lightly cradling his cheek and jaw, lips and tongue coaxing him to relax and enjoy the same post-orgasmic euphoria that's already unfortunately beginning to fade from his own body.
His captain sighs, sounding sated and- Zoro's fairly certain by the way he's being kissed back- very, very content.
"Good?" he asks when he's eventually given a moment to speak.
Luffy makes a low sound of amusement, wet hand splaying against his stomach while the one still inside his shirt slides back and forth and up and down his chest, tracing aimless soothing patterns over the scratched skin. "Mmm… am I supposed to thank Zoro?"
"Heh. I'd say the appreciation's mutual."
"Do you- do you think we could do this again? Not right now, obviously, since we JUST did it," the captain clarifies hurriedly. "Later. But not a whole lot later."
"God, I sure hope so," Zoro says without thinking and feels his face start blazing straight to the tips of his ears as Luffy begins to laugh. "Uh, I mean, sure, I think that's- definitely a possibility."
"And you know a lot about this, right? Kissing and helping each other jerk off like we just did and other sex stuff?"
"I know a few things," the swordsman acknowledges cautiously, wondering if he's about to find himself deluged with questions regarding his previous partners. "Why?"
"Well, I was just wondering- what if I wanna do other sex things with Zoro too, besides just-" Luffy raises his hand to form a loose fist and make the universal gesture for masturbation, then casually returns his arm to Zoro's middle, clasping him close.
"… 'things' isn't very specific. What exactly do you wanna try?"
"Mmm, I don't know. Everything?"
Despite the exhaustion stealing over him and the aching throb in his side that's once again a painful annoyance now that his screwed-up sex drive's no longer considering it fuel for the fire, Zoro feels his stomach do an anticipatory cartwheel of excitement, and his cock gives a visible twitch where it's been laying limp against his open trousers.
The sudden movement doesn't escape his captain's notice. Grinning, Luffy reaches down to give it an affectionate pat. "Shishi, I knew YOU'D like the sound of that."
Zoro bats the hand away, glaring. "Oi! Sencho, look, if this is- if WE'RE- gonna be a thing, we gotta lay down some ground rules. I'm fine with the post-fuck snuggling, but you are not- I repeat, you are NOT talking to my dick." He tucks the organ in question back into his pants before the rubber man snickering in his ear decides to continue doing exactly that. He'll worry about cleaning himself up later; right now all he cares about is taking an extremely long nap. "Oi, 'm gonna try'n sleep. DON'T forget to put YOUR dick away too if you're taking your hat over there for Nami to take a look at, or she'll probably tie the damn thing in a knot around your neck. And you better rinse your hand off too."
"I'm not gonna forget," Luffy snorts, wriggling out from behind him so he can rest his shoulders and back directly against the boat's hull. "And ZORO better not forget to dunk his pants in the water or at least scrub 'em or something, 'cause they're gonna have jizz stains all over 'em."
"The only problem with wearing black," the swordsman mutters without opening his eyes. "At least three-quarters of it's YOURS. AT LEAST. You better find us a ship soon, Captain Cum, 'cause I'm gonna need-" A massive yawn. "-somewhere to stash all the spare pairs of pants I haven't even bought yet but that you're already thinking about wrecking."
The last thing he registers before drifting off is Luffy's gleeful laughter, followed a warm pair of lips brushing his mouth as his lover leans down to kiss him.