His torso's a throbbing mass of unrelenting pain, the deep diagonal slice stretching from the left side of his collarbone to his right hip a thick line of liquid fire after the removal of the hurried temporary stitching too loose to properly close the terrible rift opened by Mihawk's blade and the placement of a full set of much neater, professional sutures. The distressingly lengthy procedure had been performed entirely under his captain's watchful, worried eyes, because despite the village doctor proclaiming him heavily sedated, Zoro had spent much of it choking back agonized screams thanks to his body's insistence on metabolizing the pain medication faster than it could be administered.
Even now, the swordsman's feverish, his skin glowing furnace hot. He's napped fitfully all afternoon, waking drenched in sweat whenever the fever breaks during his sleep, but every time he thinks it's finally gone, his temperature begins rising again.
Luffy's been in and out of the small medical facility several times over the last couple hours, clearly torn between staying by his side and enjoying the wild party being thrown by the residents of Cocoyasi to celebrate their freedom from Arlong. Right now he's absent, but Zoro's got still got someone- two someones, to be exact- hovering at his bedside, fussing anxiously over him.
"Pass that over here, partner," Johnny insists, waving for Yosaku to hand him the soaked bandana he's clutching as he returns from the sink. Turning his attention back to Zoro, he begins gently wiping the latest sheen of sweat from the green-haired pirate's face, his concern evident from his furrowed brow despite his eyes being hidden by his sunglasses.
Feeling too shitty and far too tired to protest that he's fully capable of doing this himself, Zoro allows the pampering. The cool water feels good on his overheated skin, and he closes his eyes as his bounty hunter friend strokes the wet cloth over his temples before draping it across his forehead. And he doesn't complain either when Johnny's fingers linger, caressing his cheek and jaw- but he makes a gruff noise, eyes flying open, when a set of lips press cautiously then firmly against his mouth.
He knows the identity of the culprit even before his bleary eyes focus on Yosaku's face hovering above his, where the man's leaning over the bed opposite Johnny. Although they've both proved themselves eager, energetic lovers in the past, between the two of them, Yosaku's always been the less wary, more sexually aggressive of the two, the one more likely to take chances and push his luck.
Sure enough, Johnny reaches across to swat his partner in exasperation. "Oi, keep it in your pants, man! Aniki doesn't want you DROOLING all over 'im when he's in such bad shape."
"Who's drooling?" Yosaku protests, offended. "That was a perfectly nice kiss! I'm being an absolute gentleman, and-"
"Gentleman, my ass! Not when you're squeezing his thigh like that, you bloody hornball."
"Guys-"
"There's nothing wrong with a little friendly squeeze! Besides, Johnny, you know how he gets when he's-"
"GUYS," Zoro repeats, louder, his voice rough, and then he breaks off coughing, and there's a mad scramble to locate and bring him a cup of water.
When he's able to talk again, they're waiting with rapt attention, seated on either side of the bed, fingers wandering aimlessly along his bandaged sides, so eager to touch him as well as hear him speak that when he starts laughing, he doesn't bother trying to stop even though it hurts. Same old Johnny, same old Yosaku. He can't say he's IN love with them, but he does love them a little nonetheless.
"Guys," he begins again. "It's been great to see you. I've, uh, missed-" He clears his throat to playfully emphasize his next words. "-SEEING you-" And can't help grinning at the way their faces light up and they start nudging each other's elbows a bit above his prone body, giving each other smug little glances, and he's positive it's an unspoken squabble over whose dick he missed most. "-but there's somethin' I gotta-"
"Oiii, Zoro!" Luffy calls as he bursts unannounced through the front door. "You gotta come out 'n grab some food, soon as you think you can-" The captain stops dead in his tracks at the tableau before him, head tilting slightly, studying Zoro and the two men perched on either side of him with their hands resting familiarly on his bandaged body.
The swordsman can almost see the gears turning in Luffy's head, the last puzzle pieces snapping into place. The only question is how the rubber man's going to react, because although they've agreed to being deeply in mutual lust and determined to explore each other's bodies in just about every way possible, they haven't exactly spoken in depth about this thing developing between them, putting a label to what they are OR discussing whether they're going to be strictly monogamous in their sexual interactions or willing to consider it an open relationship.
I'm alright with either, really, but I don't know if Sencho's thought about what HE wants, and considering he's admitted I'm his first-
"Zoro?" Luffy asks, sounding hesitant. "Do- do I gotta share you?" Small frown lines are forming between his eyes, although he looks far more disconcerted than genuinely distressed by the prospect. "'Cause I really, really like your friends 'n I'm really glad they helped us get Nami back… but I'm not sure I wanna have sex with 'em."
There's stunned silence from Johnny and Yosaku as their eyes travel from each other to Zoro to Luffy, then back to Zoro.
Hopefully this isn't about to get any more awkward than it's gotta be. I was hoping to explain shit to them separately, but- oh well, at least I can stop giving myself a headache trying to figure out how to break the news. The swordsman shrugs. "That's up to you, Sencho," he states calmly. "If you don't wanna, then don't."
Luffy considers this for a moment, chewing his bottom lip, and then giving Johnny and Yosaku an apologetic look. "Sorry, I think maybe I'd rather have Zoro to myself tonight. Is that okay? I mean, I know you TECHNICALLY had him first but he's sorta- well, he's mine now, so…"
His. Zoro feels his pulse jump, his heart momentarily speeding up in his aching chest. He said I'm HIS… It's an odd feeling, hearing himself claimed as someone else's. Although they've had his body- and he theirs- in just about every way possible, not even Johnny and Yosaku have ever quite dared go so far as call him theirs. And to hear Luffy say it so matter-of-factly, without the slightest tinge of doubt-
Fevered or not, badly injured or not, preferred lubricant or not - he knows he'll be able to scrounge up SOMETHING adequate, since doctors always keep stuff of that variety on hand even if it's intended for inserting rectal thermometers rather than for anal sex - there's no way he's missing this opportunity. Not when there's an actual BED, not to mention the promise of some privacy. And definitely not after hearing Luffy drop that little "Zoro's mine" remark with such blatant confidence.
Meanwhile, the two bounty hunters seated on either side of him are exchanging a flabbergasted look.
"You ARE the guys, right?" the captain presses. "The ones who taught Zoro all the sex stuff he knows?"
Johnny makes a funny, strangled sort of noise and redirects his stricken gaze towards Zoro.
"Oi, don't look at me. I told him I had a couple guys I messed around with before him, who were MY firsts, but I didn't mention any names. He figured that out on his own." Zoro snorts. "Although walking in 'n finding you feeling me up was probably a huge fuckin' hint." He quirks an eyebrow, smirking. "Speaking of which- you might wanna stop now, if he says he's not inclined to share."
"Ah-" "Whoops, sorry, bro, eheheh." Grinning sheepishly in unison, they remove the hands that've continued absentmindedly stroking his torso throughout his conversation with his captain.
Ignoring the guilty looks they're giving him, evidently choosing not to make an issue of their close proximity to or physical contact with his swordsman so long as they're not attempting anything overtly sexual with him, Luffy approaches the bed and squeezes in next to Johnny, looking amused and also extremely curious. "What was Zoro like when you guys first started doin' stuff with him?"
"Ohhh, it was amazing," Yosaku sighs. "Everything made him blush. EVERYTHING. And the first time I watched him wrap those gorgeous lips around somebody's dick-"
"Mine," Johnny interjects, starry-eyed with happy reminiscence.
Zoro's glaring at them. "… you are absolutely not having this conversation."
"See, look, he's doing it now," Yosaku groans, and the others immediately turn to stare at the green-haired swordsman, who can't deny the statement- much as he'd like to- because his entire face feels like it's abruptly burst into flame, his embarrassment only enhancing the extra color produced by his fevered flush. "Now imagine him him making that face- minus the deadly glower, of course- while sprawled nude in some rumpled sheets with his mouth and chin dripping down that lovely muscled chest and stomach because he's just finished going down on some lucky guy."
"The lucky guy was me," Johnny reminds everyone gleefully- then promptly shoots a nervous side-long glance at Luffy, clearly wondering if he's overstepping his bounds, but the rubber man's too busy goggling over Yosaku's words to take much note let alone offense.
"Zoro did tell me he likes the taste… even if it's his own," the captain says thoughtfully. "You know what'd be even better?"
"What?" "Spill it, Luffy-aniki. HA. 'Spill' it!"
"… watching Zoro cum all over himself, trying shoot it in his mouth…"
"BRO." "Holy-!"
There's much clearing of throats and awkward squirming as everyone seated on the bed surrounding Zoro searches for more comfortable seats while not so discretely adjusting trousers and shorts suddenly far too snug in the crotch.
"You're a bunch of fucking perverts," the swordsman mutters, raising a hand as though he's going to swat the whole damn lot of them- current and past lovers alike- and Johnny and Yosaku promptly dodge in opposite directions to avoid being hit, snickering. Luffy, on the other hand, scowls back at him, refusing to budge.
"I didn't tell my dick I wanted it to get hard," the captain complains. "It just did that on its own 'cause Zoro looks so good! And he looks REALLY good how I see him in my head, covered in his own jizz." He crosses his arms over his chest. "Besides, that's the pot calling the cat black, saying I'M a pervert when Zoro's the one who got all excited over EATING MY ASS the other day!"
"OOOHHH!" "OOOHHH!" Johnny and Yosaku hoot in duet, eyes immediately darting back to their red-faced friend to see how he reacts to this diatribe.
"It's- it's the pot calling the KETTLE black, you dumbass, and that's a totally different-" He makes an incoherent sputtering noise. "I asked if you wanted me to stop and you said- you practically YELLED 'NO' at me!"
"Of course I told you not to stop- it felt really good! Especially when you finally stuck your tongue-"
"OKAY, I THINK THAT'S ENOUGH," Zoro interrupts, voice raised in a desperate attempt to drown out "inside 'n licked me like a melting ice cream cone" because Johnny and Yosaku's eyes are practically bugging out of their heads. "They don't need- they don't WANT to hear anything about-"
"Oi!" "Oi!"
Luffy's ignoring him. "Zoro said he wants me nail him to the wall," his captain confides smugly to their wide-eyed friends.
"That sure sounds like Zoro-aniki," sighs Yosaku.
"You mean you haven't yet?" Johnny demands.
"It's not 'cause I don't wanna! But Zoro says-"
Bracing his palms against the mattress, Zoro tenses his arms and slowly, painfully pushes himself into a sitting position, extending one leg to jostle the others aside until he's gained enough space to swing the other alongside it and ease himself out of bed.
Luffy blinks. "Oi, I was gonna tell 'em 'bout the lube, Zoro; where you g-?"
"To get myself a goddamn drink." The swordsman stifles a groan as he forces himself to straighten fully upright with stubborn disregard for the sutures tugging along the wound dividing his torso. "If you guys're turning this into a sexual fantasy share-a-thon, I need some booze in me."
"Sure you couldn't use something ELSE in y-? OW, Johnny!"
Flopping face-down on the bed, Luffy begins giggling uncontrollably.
"Idiots," Zoro mutters as he makes his way unsteadily across the room to retrieve his shirt. He supposes he'll discard the thing once he gets the chance, but right now he doesn't care that it's too big and bloodstained or that it was confiscated from a fishman, because just shrugging his arms into the loose sleeves hurts like hell. He's not looking forward to wrestling into one of his usual henley-style white tees, which have become part of his usual wardrobe because they're cheap as shit and easy to find just about anywhere. A damn good thing too, considering how often he needs to replace clothing damaged in fights.
Realizing he's serious about heading outside, the others are immediately on their feet and hovering anxiously on either side of him. Well, Johnny and Yosaku are, anyway; Luffy looks no less concerned but he's hanging back and watching. When he notices Zoro's looking, he inclines his head, chin slightly raised and eyes questioning: you sure you're alright?
One corner of his mouth twitching upwards in an unbidden smile, the swordsman tilts his own head a few degrees in response, and his captain's face immediately breaks into a blinding, sunny grin.
Zoro supposes it should be unnerving- or, at the very least, feel somewhat strange- being able to communicate so well with someone so shortly after meeting them, but it doesn't. These brief but frequent exchanges with Luffy have felt natural from the start, and he can't deny how much he's looking forward to discovering how their strong connection functions during sex. He'd gotten a tantalizing taste of the potentials in the shower the other day, when his captain had correctly interpreted his nonverbal responses to having his wounds gingerly investigated.
It's not that he particularly ENJOYS being injured in battle, but the adrenaline that floods his system when facing opponents capable of wounding him almost always leaves him sexually aroused, and the pain- if it's not TOO extreme- usually fuels his libido rather than dampening it. Before Johnny and Yosaku came along and invited him to join their already-established duo, giving him an outlet for his frustration while simultaneously reducing his odds of getting trashed in a fight, he'd spent an absurd amount of time jerking off.
Unfortunately, they've never quite understood his borderline masochistic behavior, too wrapped up in their hero worship to view his occasional desire for extremely rough play as a positive thing, but he's got a feeling Luffy's going to be far more willing to indulge him. He's seen the way the rubber man's face lights up during a good fight, suffused with radiant exhilaration and tension, and he wouldn't be at all surprised to learn Luffy's sporting one hell of a hard-on when he looks like that.
Zoro should know; he'd been painfully stiff himself for the latter part of his duel with Mihawk, his dick fairly leaping with excitement in his trousers at the sight of that brief spark of interest in the master swordsman's piercing eyes, and when he'd faced his own death with arms outstretched and fists clenched, every erect inch of him had been aching furiously.
They haven't mentioned it and he certainly hasn't asked, but he thinks there's a good chance he'd STILL been hard when Johnny and Yosaku had pulled him aboard and he'd lain on his back in the boat, soaked and bleeding, tears streaming from eyes squinting against the horrific pain, Wado extended high in the air above him as he'd screamed his vow to the future Pirate King. He'd lost consciousness shortly afterwards, and it'd been somewhat of a blessing, because he'd been an absolute mess. Ashamed that he'd lost so quickly- so EASILY- but euphoric that Mihawk had deemed him worthy enough to grant him another opportunity. Relieved that Luffy hadn't interfered but also guiltily giddy over his captain's nearly hysterical concern for his safety, because even though he'd been focused on the battle, he'd been constantly aware of Luffy watching from the Baratie. How could he not, with Luffy's every movement, every shout broadcasting his presence as surely if they'd been charging forward together side-by-side as he hurled himself headlong at the man he wanted so desperately to defeat?
Exhaling shakily, he shrugs off the distraught bounty hunters clinging to his arms. If he wants to satisfy the sharp-toothed, sensual hunger that's continued intensifying in his lower belly throughout during the crew's assault on Arlong Park, he needs to deal with the more mundane grumbling of his empty stomach, or he won't have the energy for sex of any variety, vanilla or otherwise. And meeting Luffy's overly bright eyes once more before reassuring Johnny and Yosaku that he'll be fine and slipping out the door, he's inclined to believe 'otherwise' is entirely possible tonight.
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Fortunately, there's plenty of alcohol available, courtesy of the jubilant villagers, and while he doesn't go out of his way to proclaim his role in their liberation from Arlong's tyranny- unlike Usopp, who's regaling anyone who'll listen with tales of his own heroism- enough people recognize Zoro that someone's whisking away his empty mug or bottle and pressing a fresh, sloshing one into his hand for a new toast every time he turns around. And, since he's not a guy to turn down free drinks, it's not long before he's buzzed enough for the lancing pain in his torso to recede to a constant, dull throbbing, and the thought of food becomes a lot more appetizing once he's not hurting quite so badly.
He's sitting beneath a palm tree with his back resting against the trunk, methodically stripping the flesh from a huge drumstick belonging- or so he's been told- to some local species of enormous, oversized chicken, when his captain flops down beside him and leans across his lap to steal a single bite of meat that somehow manages to demolish half his remaining meal.
"Oi, go get your own!"
"I did!" Luffy insists, "-but…" He gives Zoro a bashful half-smile. "They chased me off when I went back for fourths."
Zoro gives a loud bark of laughter and immediately winces, pressing his palm to his burning pectoral. "Shit, that hurt. Do you always eat that much?"
"Well, I'm pretty much always hungry, so yeah. Doing my stretchy thing burns a lot of energy, so I gotta eat a lot too. And I didn't just beat up the saw-nose fish guy today, I also fought that weird armor guy after you 'n Usopp 'n Johnny went after Nami 'n Merry." Frowning, the rubber man reaches up to fold back the unbuttoned flap of his shirt. "Oi, Zoro, you're bleeding."
The swordsman glances down at the small spots of crimson seeping through the bandages wrapped around his chest and gives a dismissive wave with the drumstick. "I'll live."
Luffy's eyes follow the drumstick's movement, then snap back to him. "You still sure though? About tonight, I mean. 'Cause if you're hurt too bad, we can always-"
"I could be asking you the same thing, Sencho," Zoro retorts wryly. "You let a shark man use you as a goddamn chew toy." He nods towards the padded squares taped over his captain's bite wounds. "And those things are deep too- I heard Nako say so."
"I'm fine 'n if Zoro says he's okay too…" A hand settles on his thigh and begins toying idly with a frayed area of his trousers, picking at the loose strings. "I wanna see what Yosaku was talking about. How Zoro looks when he's, um-" The index finger of Luffy's free hand strays to his mouth and he rubs it suggestively along his bottom lip, eyes glinting beneath the brim of his straw hat. "When he's, y'know, doing somebody's dick with his mouth."
"SOMEBODY'S dick?" Zoro asks, peeling a piece of meat from the drumstick and popping it into his own mouth. "Or yours?" He licks grease from his fingers and grins when the hand on his thigh tightens, then begins to slowly make its way towards his groin.
"Um, well… I was thinking if it's just you and me tonight," Luffy breathes. "Then maybe, maaaybe- if Zoro's okay with it-" He swallows, sliding his fingers over the crotch of his partner's trousers and making a low noise of delight in the back of his throat when he discovers Zoro's already semi-erect. "Maybe tomorrow night Johnny 'n Yosaku could play with Zoro while I watch?" Face flushing as he rushes to explain. "I mean, we're not leaving 'til the day after tomorrow 'cause Nami's not ready yet 'n there's gonna be lots more food 'n I know you missed your friends 'n they missed you 'n-"
"Whoa, slow down," Zoro laughs softly, letting his legs fall open a bit wider to give his captain's kneading hand better access. "Did those two horrible lechers talk you into this?"
"We- sorta came up with it together," Luffy confesses. He's staring into his swordsman's lap now, watching as his fingers curl around the clothed bulge and squeeze.
"Oof. Hang on a second, okay?" Shifting uncomfortably, Zoro raises the lower hem of his haramaki with the hand not gripping the drumstick so he can squirm his fingers down his waistband to adjust his aching cock so it's standing upright along the curves of his abdomen rather than folded nearly double on itself. "Whew, that's better."
"I'd get to say what they can 'n can't do," Luffy resumes. He dips his hand, palming his lover's balls through the fabric. "I know I wanna watch 'em both kiss Zoro 'n I wanna see how he looks with their dicks in his mouth, but-" His middle finger strays lower, sliding down Zoro's perineum and pressing the fabric of his trousers tight between his buttocks. "I haven't decided yet if I want anybody but me inside this part of Zoro."
Thank god they're at least three yards from the nearest party-goers and also partially hidden in the shadow of a nearby building, because even if he WASN'T being actively groped, Zoro's so fucking hard, he knows the outline of his dick would almost certainly be visible to any onlookers, drawing the fabric taut where it's straining to escape his pants. "Sencho, you know we still need-"
Luffy's hand returns to his cock, wrapping around the shaft and stroking him through his trousers. "We have lube. They gave it to me. They said even if you don't wanna get together or if I change my mind, they wanted us to have it 'cause they're happy you finally got somebody like they have each other."
"That's- that's really fuckin' gay," the swordsman mutters- and gasps as his captain's thumb rubs firmly at the underside of his glans, nearly dropping the half-eaten food he'd forgotten he's still clutching. "Shit, here, take this thing before it ends up in the damn dirt."
Happily accepting the drumstick, Luffy quickly makes it vanish while continuing to casually caress him, and although he can't help raising an eyebrow at such a ludicrous display of multi-tasking, he supposes it makes sense. His partner's such an avid patron of both food and sex, why NOT combine the two? He's never considered food play as something he might enjoy, but with Luffy, it's certainly got potential.
Better give that one some serious thought before I suggest it. He gets TOO excited, I'm liable to get bitten, so I'm not gonna want his mouth near my dick. Anywhere else, fine, but not there.
Luffy discards the bone he's been gnawing and wipes that hand on his vest before seizing Zoro's collar and- carefully- tugging him close enough for an enthusiastic kiss, the hand in his crotch moving more vigorously.
Momentarily forgetting where they are, the swordsman licks heavily at his lover's parted lips and plunges his tongue between them, uttering a muffled groan at the formidable swelling his fingers encounter when his hand slides across Luffy's groin. He draws back to give him a bemused smirk, voice husky. "Does thinking about watching me with Johnny and Yosaku turn you on that much? 'Cause you've got one hell of a boner."
"Zoro tastes like booze," Luffy observes, licking his lips, his expression showing he's trying to decide what he thinks of the flavor.
Zoro snorts. "And you taste like barbecue sauce."
"You didn't try it? It's so good, I could DRINK it. Or-" Luffy leans forward to nip lightly at his chin. "-pour it all over Zoro 'n lick it off him."
Yep, food play's definitely a go. Hopefully I can talk him into something other than BARBECUE SAUCE. Aloud, he says, "That'd be such a goddamn mess, though, wouldn't it?"
"Yeah…" His captain sighs, squeezing him a little harder. "I keep thinking about Zoro getting all messy. Doing both his friends with his mouth 'til they cum on him, getting jerked off while they kiss him 'til he cums on himself…"
"Mmm, they could even do that while you fuck me," Zoro suggests. "All three of you could take turns kissing me, while-" He grunts as the grip on him tightens even more dramatically. "-while they pl-play with my dick 'n you- you give it to me in the ass. Again, I mean. Since we've got lube now, it might be a good idea to try it the first time when it's just you 'n me."
Luffy inhales sharply. "Zoro, I-" He takes another deep, shuddering breath. "Tonight, can- can I really-?"
"We've got a bed for the next couple nights," the swordsman reminds him. "A BIG bed if we push two of those cots together." He rubs his palm against the bulge in Luffy's shorts, grinning when his captain makes a small sound of pleasure and pushes harder into his hand. "Once we're back on the ship, it'll be nothing but hammocks 'n the sofa 'n the floor."
"I wanna do it all those places too, but that's not what I- uhm, I meant, is it really okay for me to- to be inside Zoro first? Since he's done this before, shouldn't it be the other way?"
Zoro gives him a reassuring kiss, tongue gliding briefly along his parted lips. "Nah, it's fine. I've got something specific in mind that'll let you get used to how it feels 'n how to move without worrying about what you're doing. I'm not gonna just slap some lube on your dick and make you guess what to do next." He smiles at the blatant relief on Luffy's face. "Besides, I should probably be careful I don't strain these damn stitches, and I'm less likely to pop a couple of the blasted things if I'm playing catcher."
"Okay…"
Biting gently at his partner's bottom lip, the swordsman chuckles. "Oi, you're the one constantly reminding everybody you're the captain, right? Well, I think it's pretty fitting my captain goes first." He grins. "Also… I wasn't kidding when I said I like getting fucked. I don't give a shit what anybody says about my masculinity or anything else, ESPECIALLY those painfully hetero guys like that new cook of ours. I LIKE having somebody else's cock in my ass. It feels good."
"And you're sure this isn't a problem." Luffy touches his bandaged chest lightly.
"Sencho, I'm pretty sure you already noticed-" He lays a hand over his captain's, pressing it more firmly again his pectorals and making a stiffled, guttural noise of mixed pleasure and discomfort. Watching heat flicker through Luffy's eyes and groaning again softly when the hand around him squeezes almost to the point of too tight. "But my- my signals for what hurts 'n what feels good- they get kinda crossed sometimes. Especially after I've been fighting somebody really strong, somebody who gives me a real run for my beli."
"The hawk guy," Luffy murmurs. He hooks his fingertips into the top layer of the bandages beneath them. "Can we- can we take these off? While we-?"
Zoro nods, not trusting himself to speak.
"I know you wanna beat him. I mean, you GOTTA beat him if you're gonna be the World's Greatest Swordsman, like you promised me. But-" Luffy hesitates. "I saw how Zoro looked at him. Like he also wanted-"
"Like I wanted him to fuck me almost as much as I wanted to kick his ass?" The swordsman laughs breathlessly. "Yeah, I don't know what the hell was going on in my head. I wasn't even completely sure what Hawkeyes looked like 'til he showed up at the Baratie. He's got a bounty, but it's been inactive for years, so it's damn near impossible to get your hands on one of his wanted posters." He shakes his head. "I knew he was strong, but… shit."
"Would you-? If he asked?"
"He might not even swing that w-"
"Okay, if you knew for sure he liked guys 'n he asked. Would you?"
"Hell if I know! Why do you wanna know so-" Zoro gasps, hips flexing as the fingers curled around him give a strong jerk.
"Zoro's mine, right?" Luffy gives another stroke. "Maybe I wanna know who I gotta worry about stealing him." But his eyes are dancing with amusement, suggesting otherwise.
"Mmn, r-really? Or do you wanna know so you can-" He breaks off, head tilting back and eyes closing, his dick twitching in his captain's grasp. "So you can think about him f-fucking me, while y- while you're inside me?" He feels Luffy's cock lurch beneath his hand. "Haha- I guessed right, didn't I, Sencho. You wanna- imagine me with my p-pants- with my pants down around my ankles, on my h-hands 'n knees, my ass in the air with him sl-slamming into it? Fucking me on- right on the deck with m-my swords laying around me 'n everybody-" His breath catches in his throat, temporarily choking him, because the hand on him's moving faster, urging him towards climax. "-w-watching. YOU watching."
"Zoro-" Luffy's voice is a low groan in his ear.
"Would you-" Zoro shudders, affected by his own words as much as he's using them to torment his captain. "Would you fuck- fuck me too, after he finished? Fuck me with his c-cum inside me, sl-slopping out each- each t-time you thr-" He arches his back, his last word degenerating into a strangled cry that he muffles with his own free hand, teeth clamping down on his fingers with painful force he barely feels because he's pulsing in Luffy's tight, frantic grip, soaking the crotch of his trousers.
"Bed," the rubber man gasps in his ear. "Now. It's- it's almost sunset 'n that's c-close enough, isn't it? I want- I want Zoro, NOW."