Although he's never been particularly fond of bathing- largely thanks to his body's unfortunate habit of imitating a wet noodle and attempting to drown itself the moment he's too deeply submerged- and tolerant of only the shortest showers, Luffy's protests over Nami dragging their battle-worn trio back to Kaya's home to request the use of the mansion's facilities before their departure from town halt immediately with the discovery that there are MULTIPLE facilities, meaning he and Zoro have been offered THEIR. OWN. PRIVATE. BATH.
His body humming pleasantly with the few last traces of adrenaline despite his fatigue and the injuries he received in his battle with Kuro, he's so enthused by the prospect of uninterrupted naked time with his swordsman that the moment they're escorted within sight of the designated room, he takes off towards it at a trot with one hand clutching the green-haired pirate's dirt-smudged sleeve and the other busy yanking open the buttons on his vest.
"Slow down," Zoro protests, although there's a note of affectionate bemusement in his voice. "It's not like we're actually in a hurry."
"EXACTLY." Towing him into the bathroom, Luffy releases him only to spin around and make a hazardous leap straight into his arms, sending him stumbling backwards against the wall beside the doorway. "So I can do THIS." Throwing both arms around his lover's neck and hooking his legs over his hips, he kisses him amorously, making sure to employ plenty of those neat little tricks he's recently learned to do with his tongue.
Zoro starts to return the favor with happy enthusiasm, but winces and jerks backwards abruptly when his torso's squeezed a bit too tightly. "Ow! Not so hard!"
"Whoops, sorry, Zoro." He's been so excited about having a legitimate excuse to get his swordsman alone and not just partially exposed but COMPLETELY naked, it's slipped his mind that he's got injuries of his own.
"Nah, it's okay, just do me a favor and lemme get this shirt off before the blood dries completely. Damn thing's sticking to me."
Returning his feet to the floor, Luffy kicks off his sandals and drops his vest in a rumpled heap on top before helping Zoro shrug carefully out of the tattered shirt. He scowls at the sight of the raw, angry-looking claw marks marring his pectorals. Stupid cat guys, scratching up HIS swordsman. HE'S the only one who should be leaving nail marks on Zoro…
There's a few shreds of fabric embedded in the wounds, glued there with tacky, half-dried blood. Zoro makes a brief attempt to pick one of them out but succeeds only in causing more damage to his skin and smearing fresh blood on his fingertips. "Shit… I guess I gotta soak 'em loose."
Luffy hooks a finger in the waistband of his trousers and gives a determined tug. "Off."
"Be patient, will you? Jeez."
Wiggling out of his shorts and kicking them aside, the captain reluctantly turns away and begins exploring the bathroom while he waits for Zoro to finish undressing. It's the largest he's ever seen, boasting an actual shower stall- with small jets built into its walls in addition to the traditional showerhead- and an ofuro that looks roomy enough for three people. There's also a toilet tucked discretely from sight behind a folding partition, a large vanity-style sink with a huge mirror, and a tall cabinet loaded with enormous, fluffy towels and an extensive collection of bath supplies, along with a full-length padded couch.
His partner plops down on the couch to remove his boots, haramaki and pants while he pokes around, rummaging nosily through the stuff in the cabinet and peeking in the vanity drawers.
"Oi, Zoro, you think the bathroom Nami's using is this big too?"
"Probably. Maybe bigger, if it's the same one Kaya uses. I'm pretty sure I heard that guy say this was the GUEST bathroom."
"I think our rowboat would fit in this tub! It's huge!"
He's messing with the shower settings when Zoro finally joins him, reaching for his waist as he steps into the stall and moves up behind him. Sighing happily, he relaxes into the calloused hands, pleased with how they feel on his bare skin, and gives a little shiver when he feels his swordsman's lips and nose nuzzle against the back of his neck.
"Oi, is that soap, wrapped in paper?"
Luffy retrieves the bar and sniffs it curiously before peeling it open. "Yep!"
"Fancy shit."
One of the hands leaves his waist to adjust the showerhead so it's pelting them both with warm water from the collarbone down. The other continues clasping him somewhat possessively, and he decides this is something he rather likes. They've been behaving pretty circumspectly since their arrival to the Gecko Islands, mostly because they've just been far too preoccupied to spend much time fooling around, and he hadn't realized how badly he's been missing Zoro's touch until now. Not even in the erotic way necessarily- although he's certainly eager to experience more of that too- but just really any sort of continuous physical contact. He doesn't want Zoro to stop touching him either casually OR sexually, EVER.
His swordsman's fingers twitch, gripping him a bit harder as soon as the water begins hitting them, and he immediately understands why. As good as the strong spray feels on his sore, aching muscles, the claw marks on his own chest and arm are stinging furiously on contact. Grimacing, he tosses the soap back into the small alcove where he found it and turns towards Zoro to find him wearing a similar expression.
"Yeah, I know, but it'll help flush the dirt out."
Nodding unhappily, he takes a closer look at the lacerations on his partner's chest, hoping they're not deep enough to warrant stitches like his last injury. He lifts a hand to carefully pluck away one of the strands of cloth that's beginning to wash free, prompting a barely audible huff of pain. The hands that've returned to his waist tense, but to his surprise, they're pulling him closer, not pushing him away.
Curious, he settles his palms on either side of Zoro's torso, placing them where he's able to slide his thumbs inward across the pectorals to rub them lightly over the nipples, and to his immense gratification, his actions prompt another soft noise, albeit one containing a lot more pleasure than discomfort. He grins, trailing his thumbs in lazy circles around Zoro's wet areolas, feeling the skin drawing taut at his touch despite the warmth of the water cascading down on them. Licking his lips at the way they're perking up in response to his touch.
"Fuck," his swordsman breathes. "Keep that up, Sencho, and I-"
Eyes shining with mischief, Luffy ducks his head and laps over the right nipple, laughing when Zoro curses again. He continues caressing the other with his thumb, occasionally moving his forefinger over as well to give it a good hard tweak.
"Luffy-"
His tongue glides over that firm bud again, and then he fastens his lips on the skin surrounding it, taking the nipple and entire areola into his mouth and sucking, tongue moving slowly back and forth across them.
Zoro stiffens against him, moaning, trying to press farther into his mouth, and he's pleased to feel the beginnings of an erection nudging his hip. When he starts applying a hint of teeth, however, there's a unsteady warning tap at the back of his skull, and he reluctantly lets go.
One look at his swordsman's dazed face and heaving chest, and he doesn't feel quite so disappointed. It's not just Zoro's cheeks and the bridge of his nose that've reddened- the flesh Luffy's been suckling is also deeply flushed, the nipple protruding spectacularly, and he licks his lips again, wondering just exactly how swollen he can make-
"Whatever you're thinking, NO," Zoro scolds. "I was trying to say, if you keep that up, I'm gonna end up not just wanting to fuck but too horny to NOT fuck, lube or no lube. And I'm not thrilled about waiting either, but I'm telling you right now, nobody's dick is going in anybody's hole until we get our hands on some lube."
"I get why ZORO would want some if I was doing HIM, but MY ass can stretch, so why can't he just-?"
"It's BECAUSE your ass can stretch that I can't do you without lube. You're rubber, right? When rubber's wet, it STICKS. There's no way I'm gonna risk snapping my dick in half forcing it somewhere it won't go without a whole lot of super slippery junk. Preferably the oil-based shit that won't dry out halfway through."
"Oh..." That makes sense, but he can't help feeling impatient. Whether it's Zoro inside him or him inside Zoro, he doesn't care; honestly, he wants very badly to know what BOTH sides of the equation feel like.
His swordsman's scowl softens. "Oi, I promise it'll be worth the wait, but honestly, it's not that big a deal. It's not like you're playing some ultimate endgame where you lose if anal doesn't happen every damn time you have sex." Raising a hand to trail knuckles gently down his cheek, Zoro smiles. "And there's lots of other ways to feel good besides just shoving dicks in each other." The smile widens to a rather wicked grin. "As much as I DO enjoy having a dick shoved in me."
Filing this very interesting statement away for further consideration, Luffy leans into his touch. "Show me something else then, 'cause-" He can feel his face heating as he searches for the right words. "Right now I- I want Zoro any way I can have him."
He's looking Zoro directly in the face as he speaks and sees his pupils dilate, eyes darkening with hunger as his smile takes on a somewhat feral cast. It's very similar to the expression he wears after donning his bandana, and Luffy feels a little shivery thrill travel up and down his spine, because that look screams 'danger' and he's essentially just granted his lover permission to do ANYTHING to him. Anything at all...
He trusts Zoro, though. They haven't been acquainted for more than a few days, but his gut instinct's assuring him that Zoro won't hurt him, no matter how spooky he looks. And to be fair, he finds the spookiness pretty arousing anyway; his dick's gone quite hard, protruding into the scant inches of space between them as though straining to be noticed.
His swordsman's noticed, alright, but to Luffy's confusion and bewildered disappointment, he doesn't reach for it but rather asks for the soap.
Passing over the bar, he can't resist sidling closer, letting their erections brush.
Zoro gives a low hum of pleasure, but when the captain tries to take them both in hand, he takes a step back. "Uh-uh. You put me in charge, Sencho. Turn around."
Although his first instinct's to protest that HE'S in charge because he IS the captain, he does so anyway, excitement bubbling in his stomach.
The water spraying down on him moves away to one side as Zoro adjusts the showerhead, redirecting the downpour to the side, and then steps in close behind him, cock pressing into the back of his thigh where it meets his ass. "Put your hands against the wall. Yeah, right there." Rubbing heavily against him for a moment or two, mouth biting gently at the juncture between his neck and shoulder. Voice husky when he speaks again. "Keep 'em there 'n don't move 'em. I'll make it worth your while."
Luffy inhales sharply, his fingertips curling and clutching at the tiles as warm, soapy hands settle on his hips, caressing them briefly before they begin sliding over his body, kneading and moving in slow circles on his damp skin as they spread the suds. His dick's left protruding neglected in the empty air between his body and the shower wall, and he swallows as he realizes the instructions he's been given have prevented him not just from touching himself but also from receiving ANY physical contact whatsoever beyond whatever Zoro elects to offer him.
"Relax," his swordsman murmurs, kissing his shoulder before running slick fingers over it, pressing firmly into his flesh to work out the knots in the muscle. "If you want somebody to fuck you in the ass, or even just play around with it, you can't be so tense." Those strong hands slip under his arms, reaching around and making him tremble at the little mixed-signal flashes of pleasure and pain that begin firing through him as they lather his chest and abdomen, massaging the long parallel cuts spanning his torso.
"I-Is that what you're gonna do? Play- play around with-?" He gasps as Zoro presses more firmly against his back, not trying to penetrate him but carefully angling their bodies so the cock now trapped between Luffy's slippery buttocks is suddenly thrusting upwards along the valley separating his ass cheeks, its length gliding repeatedly over the tight pucker of the opening there. One of the hands on his stomach drops lower to wrap loosely around him and travel from root to tip, letting go, then doing it again and again and again in long, leisurely strokes.
Whimpering his swordsman's name, he tries to drive himself into the fingers curled around him, but Zoro's deliberate unidirectional manipulation- AWAY from his body, not towards it- prevents him from creating the friction he's craving. And the constant press of wet, moving flesh stimulating the sensitive nerve endings surrounding his hole is driving him wild. He never thought to try touching himself there before, but now that he knows how GOOD it feels-
He pushes back at Zoro, hips squirming, trying to tilt his pelvis enough to make the head of his swordsman's dick catch and nudge into him on the next stroke instead of just sliding past again, but Zoro must have been anticipating the attempt because he promptly shifts his own hips to counter it.
"N-Not so fast. Do that- again- and I stop."
Luffy utters a groan of mingled pleasure and frustration. He can feel Zoro's pectorals rubbing heavily against his back, stiff nipples dragging over his soapy skin, and hear Zoro breathing in ragged gasps, occasionally hissing between clenched teeth at the increased stinging in his wounds. The cock teasing his ass feels like tempered steel, and he doesn't know HOW his swordsman's finding the will power to hold back. He DOES know, if they traded places, he wouldn't have lasted this long; he'd be buried to his balls inside Zoro and pounding away. Something Zoro probably guessed would happen, hence their current positions.
The hand gripping his dick squeezes a little harder as it nears his tip, and he stares down, open-mouthed and shuddering, to watch himself being stretched a few inches farther. When the fingers let go, his flesh springs back into place, bobbing wildly.
"Shit," Zoro pants in his ear, thrusting hard against him. "Gotta- find- some goddamn lube. I want this-" His hand closes on Luffy's cock again, pulling, one fingertip extending to rub the extra-sensitive spot beneath the glans. "I want- YOU- in my ass, soon as- we get our hands on- some lube. All the way inside- nailing me to the- damn wall!"
The captain rocks his hips helplessly, nearly crying out in desperation. Listening to Zoro confess such things while tormenting him physically is almost too much.
"You- you ever try- fingering yourself, Sencho?"
"N-No, but- Zoro, PLEASE. Just-"
Zoro's free hand abandons its exploration of his abdominals and caresses his side, then slips down to cup his ass cheek, giving it a firm squeeze. "I'm gonna- gonna finger-fuck you now, if that's- okay."
Breath catching in his throat, Luffy responds with a low moan, giving a vigorous nod of his head because he's too overwhelmed to speak.
His swordsman's mouth captures his earlobe, sucking briefly, licking behind it, tongue tip tracing the curved shell of his ear from bottom to top. "Tell me-" Hand pulling his dick, stretching it farther, finger flicking rapidly under the tip. "Tell me, if- anything I do hurts- even just a little- 'n I'll stop." Despite the strain in his voice, it's full of conviction, and Luffy knows he's speaking the truth. He won't need to ask twice.
Leaning his burning forehead against the cool tiles between his splayed hands, eyes locking on the sight of his own elongated length dripping pre-cum through the light film of soapy bubbles clinging to it, the captain can only moan encouragement.
The blunt head rubbing between his buttocks goes away as Zoro draws back a bit behind him, but before he can protest its loss, the slimmer pad of a fingertip's taking its place, making slow circles around his puckered flesh and teasing nerve endings already overwrought with sensation. Pressing more and more heavily, until he feels himself parting beneath it, his body opening like a morning glory gradually unfurling beneath the rising sun to accept his swordsman's digit to the first knuckle.
It continues making slow circles, loosening his bottom as it gradually works deeper inside, Zoro moving with care to let him acclimate to the strange sensation of something sliding into him rather than out. However odd his brain thinks this intrusion feels, though, his cock's agreeing with it eagerly, stiff and aching in Zoro's grip and leaking copiously.
"F-Fuck, you're so-"
Whatever his lover's telling him - you're so hard, you're so tight, or some undoubtedly similar observation - is lost in the explosive exhalation that issues from Luffy's lungs as the finger rotating in his ass moves over a place inside him that makes all the muscles in his pelvis spasm and sends sparks sizzling up his spine.
Zoro utters choked, throaty laughter and nestles a cheek against his neck, breath hot on his skin. "Ah, there... gotcha. Feels good, huh?" His finger crooks, stroking heavily over that same spot, and the captain cries out in astounded delight, clutching at the wall as his dick jerks involuntarily in his swordsman's hand, a thin strand of pre-cum dribbling from its crown and breaking free to fall to the tile floor at his feet. Zoro gives him another indulgent squeeze and tug, voice low and rumbling in his ear. "Hang on, okay, 'm gonna add another one." Straightening his finger, unhurriedly sliding its full length in and out of Luffy several times before introducing the tip of a second and rotating his wrist to work both digits inside, spreading his opening wider.
"Zor-!" Luffy arches his back, turning his face to press his cheek against the tiles, light-headed from his fast, shallow panting. Zoro's finally giving him the solid grip he needs, and his body's operating on instinct alone, hips rocking, movements alternately thrusting his cock forward through the tight tunnel of the fist wrapped around it and impaling his ass on the other set of fingers scissoring and twisting and flexing behind him. They curl periodically without warning, bearing down on whatever the thing is inside him that makes his knees go weak whenever Zoro touches him there. He never had a clue there was anything like that inside him, or- he thinks dizzily as another spasm of pleasure shakes his frame- he would've been happily shoving his own fingers up his own butt starting a looong time ago.
"You- alri-?" his swordsman asks, breaking off mid-word to groan because he's resumed rubbing himself on Luffy's shuddering body, sliding against his hip every time the captain's ass rocks backwards onto his thrusting fingers. "Al-Alright?"
Too overwrought to form a coherent answer, Luffy whimpers and simply bucks harder, hoping his actions will be sufficient to let Zoro know he's not only alright, he's pretty sure he's never felt this good in his LIFE. One thought keeps circling around and around in his dazed brain, and it's that if two of Zoro's FINGERS are capable of coaxing these thunderous notes of pleasure from his body like a skilled musician wielding a well-tuned instrument, what will Zoro's DICK be capable of doing to him once they get their hands on that lube the swordsman's so eager to procure?
"Th-Three?" Managing to sound concerned, afraid he might be urging Luffy to take on too much far too fast, yet also incredibly eager to find out if he can handle being pushed to and possibly even a bit beyond his limits. "But only- if you think it's-"
Without slowing the increasingly frenzied rocking of his pelvis, the captain shifts his weight onto one quivering arm, freeing a hand so he can grab a scant fistful of Zoro's short green hair and yank his face close enough to kiss. It's a sloppy clash of teeth and tongue, messy with saliva; he's too frantic, too frazzled to employ any of the little niceties or sensuality he supposes would be the proper way to go about it, but his lover doesn't seem to mind. In fact, Zoro responds with equal- if not greater- aggression, fairly attacking his mouth and abruptly squeezing and pulling his length so sharply it borders on painful.
There's a sudden void, an empty ache, as the unseen fingers behind him withdrawal, and he whines in protest, straining backwards in search of them. When they resume contact with his slippery, desperate flesh, he's dismayed to feel them circling his opening and stroking OVER it, instead of pushing back inside him. Zoro's TEASING him again.
Infuriated, he yanks Zoro's hair and bites him, HARD, not taking the time to consider the damage he might do but just sinking his teeth into the flesh closest in striking range.
There's a snarl of "FUCK!" from his swordsman and he has just seconds to register the taste of warm copper on his lips and tongue before Zoro's fingers force their way into his ass, stretching him much, much wider than before, and pumping forcefully one- two- three times before curling sharply into that sensitive spot within. His spine bows, his shout of incredulous surprise smothered by Zoro's demanding mouth as his partner's tongue slips over his and plunges towards the back of his throat. He feels the pressure inside him gathering low in his pelvis, intensifying until it bursts from his body in a prolific jet of cum that erupts from his tip to splatter heavily on the shower wall in front of him.
Zoro's making a continuous low sound, a throaty growl that the climax-torn captain can feel reverberating through his own trembling body because the taller pirate's flush against him, chest heaving on his back, hand curved tight around his bottom with not three but FOUR fingers fully buried and trapped by his contracting sphincter.
Knees buckling, Luffy comes dangerously close to falling when his swordsman suddenly releases his twitching, squirting dick to shove him against the wall, belly-first into his own cum as it trickles down the tiles.
Over his shoulder, he can see Zoro clenching his teeth, a faint smear of blood across his lower lip and chin, tendons standing out on his neck, and then he feels the first hot gush splashing the skin between his buttocks, the fingers inside him parting wide, stretching him farther open. And the head of Zoro's cock rubbing the expanded rim of his ass, nudging close to send each successive pulse of semen spurting inside to drench his inner flesh.
Clutching at the wall and struggling to keep his balance, Luffy groans, cheek and torso and wet length pressed against the cum-slicked tiles. Warm liquid's running back out of him, down his violently trembling thighs, and although he can't hear it over the hiss of the showerhead, he can feel it dripping off his flesh to patter to the floor.
"Sencho-" his swordsman hisses. "F-Fuck. FUCK. Here, lemme-"
The slippery fingers retreat, and Zoro's dropping to both knees behind him, hands clasping his hips to pull his rear into position, and Luffy arches into the wall with a bewildered yelp as soft muscle traces the crack between his buttocks. "ZORO! Z-Zoro, wh-!"
"Just- try'n hold still," Zoro growls, voice muffled by his ass, and then his tongue's back, tip circling the captain's rim, lapping across his loosened hole.
"Zoro, that's- that's-" Luffy digs his nails against the wall, gasping. "That's my ASS!" He whimpers, eyes squeezing shut as one of his lover's hands abandons his hip to reach under him, cupping his balls, massaging and rolling them as that tongue keeps gliding around and around and around. "That's MY ASS 'n it's- it's- I'M SOAPY! AND YOU C-CAME ON ME!"
"Don't care." Teeth rake his flesh, making him yip in surprise, then moan as he's licked again, his hypersensitive nerves spasming. "Unless- you want me to stop?"
"N-NO!" He can't believe Zoro's doing something so- doing- doing THIS, but his body's loving every second of it, craving more, hoping his swordsman doesn't just keep teasing his opening but- does he dare think it? Think about Zoro's tongue going INSIDE? He does indeed dare, and his cock's jumping where it's half-crushed but jutting like a downward-facing iron spike against the wall, painfully hard again despite his recent release. Sometimes he can do that when he's really turned on- be ready again almost right away after jerking off, way faster than he probably should be- and apparently this is one of those times. "No, Z-Zoro, don't- DON'T STOP!"
Zoro chuckles, rough and breathless, and redoubles his efforts, tongue lashing more firmly between his buttocks, making him writhe helplessly as the fingers toying with his balls shift and rub forcefully over his perineum, setting off that same burst of pleasure he'd experienced when they were INSIDE him, and he wants to ask what his swordsman's doing, why pressure on that spot makes his pelvic muscles contract and his knees wobble, but he can't find the words. Not when Zoro's TONGUE has suddenly darted inside him, sweeping in a circular motion around the inside of his quivering rim.
He cries out, trying to thrust and unable, pinned against the wall too tightly to move and too thunder-struck with ecstasy to attempt breaking free. His partner's other hand is now gripping his left buttock, squeezing rhythmically, holding him captive. Mouth active against his rear, alternately biting and tongue-fucking him, and the realization that Zoro's addressing his ASS the same way he's addressed his MOUTH every time they've kissed- avidly devouring him despite the remnants of soap suds and his own semen- drives him over the edge for the second time.
Fresh cum splashing the tiles beneath his curling toes, Luffy wails his swordsman's name, entire body shuddering, convulsing, held upright only by Zoro's hands on him.
His legs finally give out, spilling him towards the floor, and Zoro catches him, pulling his shaking frame close. Hands caressing his tingling skin, petting him, easing him through the orgasm. Murmuring encouragement and watching through half-lidded, sated eyes until the final pulse escapes his spent cock in a weak dribble.
Sagging in his arms, the captain ceases his exhausted panting only to utter a soft groan. He raises wavering fingers to touch Zoro's jaw, making another deeper, more breathless sound when he discovers his lover's chin and lips are slippery with traces of cum. "I- I can't believe Zoro-" His throat tightens, and he swallows hard. "How could- I mean y-you just-"
Zoro's stroking his chest, and it still stings a bit when his fingertips brush the deep scratches there, but Luffy's too dazed to care. He feels like one giant limp noodle, like he's been submerged in water for hours, while tiny tremors keep rippling through his slick inner thighs and his legs won't stop quivering.
"I figured I owed you an apology for not warning you about the extra finger," his swordsman murmurs, hand sliding lower to rub gentle circles on his midsection. "Sorry I got a little carried away." Grinning. "Besides, Nami was right the other day- I've been wanting to eat you out since I saw your bare ass when you dropped your shorts to piss off the boat. Not to mention-" He sucks his lower lip briefly into his mouth, testing the small cut left by Luffy's teeth earlier. "I don't really mind the taste of cum, even if it's my own. OR blood, for that matter."
A pang of desire jolts through Luffy's stomach, as he stares up at his swordsman, eyes wide. He's entirely too tired to act on ANY of them at this moment, but there's a million possibilities cavorting through his head, and judging by Zoro's comments just now, he won't have any trouble convincing him to give most if not all of them a try.
"Something wrong?"
"Nooo," Luffy breathes. "I'm just-" Throwing his arms around Zoro's neck, he tugs his partner's head down to press an enthusiastic open-mouthed kiss to his lips, heedless of cum or blood or their recent time spent greedily rimming his own ass. "-so, SO glad I found Zoro!"
Barking pleased laughter, his swordsman gives him a rib cage-squashing hug in return. "Mmm, me too, Sencho. C'mon, let's find out where the hell that bar of soap went 'n get washed up before that butler comes back thinking we left 'n just forgot to turn the water off." His grin broadens. "More importantly- much as I love your ass, I'd like to eat some actual food, and I'd bet anything you would too."