Luffy doesn't have a clue HOW he and Zoro made it back to Cocoyasi's medical facility without just giving up and screwing each other against the wall in a narrow alley between houses or under a row of bushes. They'd blundered hopelessly into numerous clusters of celebrating villagers while exchanging desperately frantic, clumsy kisses- much to the amusement of those surrounding them- and almost pitched headlong over a knee-high bench when Zoro had abruptly turned to seize him around the waist and grab his ass with both hands, yanking his hips forward and grinding eagerly against his pelvis to test the firmness of his erection.
If they hadn't been immediately recognizable as two of the guys who'd taken down Arlong, they might've found themselves arrested for public indecency. Fortunately, with the alcohol flowing freely and most of the populace too drunk or simply too grateful to care about the Straw Hat captain and his swordsman trying to rip off each others' clothing in their midst, no one had bothered reporting them to Genzo. If their behavior HAD drawn any negative attention- well, they'd vanished too quickly for reprimands anyway, after Luffy nearly lost his hat for the fifth or sixth time and Zoro had gotten aggravated, scooped him up bridal-style- headgear, hard-on and all- and bolted through the remaining crowd.
They'd somehow ended up at the wrong end of town, and the captain- one arm thrown around his partner's neck, free hand fondling and squeezing his uninjured pectoral through the bandages wrapped around his torso- had promptly offered to slingshot both of them to the proper end, but to his disappointment, Zoro had declined vehemently and insisted on going back on foot, passing along the backs of the houses this time to avoid the party-goers.
Annoyed at the delay, he'd retaliated by driving his swordsman to foul-mouthed distraction, tugging at the linen strips covering his chest until he'd exposed the hard nipple hidden underneath on the right side and immediately starting to mess with it, fingers pinching and flicking, mouth fastened on the side of Zoro's neck to lick and bite skin he'd recently learned is sensitive enough to elicit some particularly nice reactions. By the time the green-haired pirate had stumbled up to the correct door, he'd been breathless and shuddering all over, clutching Luffy for dear life.
When he's dropped unceremoniously onto his sandal-clad feet, the captain's back collides with the frame as Zoro's tense body barrels into his front, the flustered swordsman attempting to kiss and grope and undress him all at the same time and successfully accomplishing none of these things. He can't help laughing in delight at his lover's lack of coordination; ordinarily Zoro's pretty stoic and highly disciplined, but right now he's a flushed, panting tempest and growing steadily more reckless by the moment, growling in frustration at the uncooperative buttons on Luffy's vest.
I did that, the rubber man thinks dizzily. I made Zoro lose control.
Knowing this only adds to his ardor. He fumbles for the doorknob behind him with one hand while he rubs heavily between his swordsman's legs with the other, pressing the wet fabric against flesh that's slowly beginning to harden again. The door opens more suddenly than he expects, and Zoro's weight comes dangerously close to knocking him to the floor.
Staggering, he braces his legs, certain they'll end up rolling around down there and never make it to the bed- or the lube- if he loses his balance.
"Fuck," Zoro gasps as the fingers cupping his groin inadvertently clench on his semi-erect cock, jolting him out of his daze. He blinks, staring past Luffy's shoulder in confusion at their surroundings, and the captain reaches up to touch his face, concerned.
"Uh, are you-?"
The answer's a little slow in coming, but it does eventually come. "I'm okay. I'm just-" And here- here's the blush Yosaku was praising earlier, and the sight of it touches a match to the hot coals of desire laying heavy in Luffy's lower belly. "I don't remember when we got here. I- I'm just too fucking horny to think straight right now. Maybe a little floaty from the booze yet too."
"Does Zoro remember-?"
"Cumming in my damn pants?" Zoro's voice holds a note of embarrassment. "Yeah, I remember that part. Things just got kinda, ah, foggy after you started playing housewife testing the melons at the market with my frickin' tit."
Luffy grins, pleased. "Like the other day in the shower?" He gives his swordsman's dick a suggestive little squeeze through his damp trousers. "We got lube this time, so we don't gotta stop, though, right?"
"No, we don't, but I should still try to keep my shit together enough to give you a hand." Glancing around, Zoro spots the open door and snorts in disgust, kicking it closed with a heavy boot. "Hawkeyes really did a number on me. I haven't been this much of a mess since before I hooked up with Johnny and Yosaku." The corner of his mouth twitches as he turns his gaze back to Luffy. "And YOU are entirely too good at pushing all the right buttons."
"Oi, it's fun making Zoro feel good!"
"I'm glad you find me amusing…"
Luffy releases his groin and leans up to kiss his scowling face, arms sliding around his neck. Their chests connect, and Zoro makes a pained noise deep in his throat, but he doesn't pull away, his hands grasping the captain's waist to tug him closer before searching out the waistband of his shorts and delving inside, caressing the top of his ass.
Rocking his hips, grinding his dick forcefully against Zoro's pelvis, Luffy licks across his mouth, biting and kissing until his lips part enough to permit his tongue to slip inside. Gathering himself, he makes a short jump upwards to wrap his legs around Zoro's waist, feet crossed, one heel digging into the small of his back to spur him on.
His swordsman sucks at his invasive tongue, teasing the delicate muscle with the edge of his teeth, hands supporting his rear as he carries him across the room to the bed he'd been occupying earlier and bends to deposit him on the mattress, lifting his hat from his head before breaking the kiss to turn and drop it onto the closer of the bottom bed knobs.
Luffy keeps his legs locked around his lover's middle but lets go of his neck and lays back, giving him room to pop open the buttons of his vest and undo his shorts. He sighs happily as Zoro's calloused fingers free his erection and take a firm hold on it, his hips surging forwards instinctively.
"Does your dick ALWAYS leak this damn much?" Zoro asks, taken aback as he strokes a thumb over his tip, then rubs the pre-cum he's collected between thumb and forefinger, staring with disbelief at the sagging strand left behind when he separates them.
"Y-Yeah. I thought everybody did."
"I sure don't. And neither's anybody else I've been with… not that it's that long a list."
"I always get wet spots inside my pants whenever I get turned on," Luffy confides, making a face. He wiggles his hips to help Zoro skim down his shorts and pushes himself up on one elbow to point. "See? It's really annoying sometimes, especially when it's hot 'cause I end up feeling all sticky 'n gross." One of the reasons he- like Zoro- doesn't bother with boxers, briefs or any other types of undergarments, although he doesn't bother taking the time to explain this. But more air flow means less humidity trapped around his junk.
"At least it's a lot less than when you actually cum. It feels like there's a fucking swamp in my trousers."
Curious, Luffy untangles his ankles and sits up to take a closer look. Sure enough, there's a large misshapen damp patch on his swordsman's crotch and trailing partway down the insides of his thighs. "Shishishi!" He flops down again when Zoro gives his sternum a rough little shove, grinning broadly up at the ceiling.
"Quit looking so damn proud of yourself, you rubbery bastard."
His grin broadens. "I made Zoro cum pretty hard, huh?"
"… hopefully nobody noticed 'n thought I pissed myself," Zoro grumbles, glaring at him a moment before divesting him of his shorts and wrestling him out of his open vest.
"Ehhh, it was way too crowded." He lets his sandals drop from his feet to hit the floor beside the bed, then pops upright to sit cross-legged, laughing out loud when his partner's gaze immediately drops to his lap, where his dick's standing at attention and swaying slightly, a fresh drop of pre-cum beaded on its broad head.
"… ah, so where's the lube?" Zoro asks him after several moments of staring silently with his hands moving on autopilot as he undresses himself, dragging the brightly-colored shirt off his shoulders and setting aside his ever-present white-sheathed katana before undoing his trousers.
Luffy jabs his thumb in the direction of the pillow beside him. "Under there. Oi, you aren't gonna space out again, are you?"
"Nope- I'm all yours, I promise." Zoro stoops to untie his boots. "I was just thinking, I hope Johnny and Yosaku weren't stingy with the stuff, since I can't imagine they gave you ALL of it."
"… how much do we need?" He might as well ask, after all, it's not like he's ever done this before. Thankfully, his swordsman never seems to mind his frequent questions- at least when he asks them out of earshot of their crew mates and other people, not including the two bounty hunters who know more about Zoro's sex-related preferences and habits than he does, so far anyway. That other day after fooling around in the shower and discovering the joys of being fingered, he'd asked Zoro a little too loudly in Nami's presence if he'd ever stuck a whole fist inside somebody's ass- or had it done to him- and they'd BOTH smacked him, and then Nami had smacked Zoro too.
"Enough to get that entire monster dick of yours up my ass, obviously. And WITHOUT you stretching it farther than it normally sticks out by itself, at least this time. It's been a while since I've had anything thicker than a couple of my own fingers in there, so we're gonna need to work up to anything bigger." Setting his boots aside, Zoro sheds his trousers, grimacing as he peels himself out of the wet fabric.
Excited and impatient to feel his partner's bare skin against his own again, Luffy manages to contain himself long enough for Zoro to step out of his pants and then flings both arms out, looping them around his torso and reeling him onto the bed. He lets himself fall back, hitting the mattress with Zoro sprawled on top of him, his erection sandwiched between their lower bodies.
It takes a moment for his swordsman to relax, having found himself caught off-guard and not particularly happy about it. He's managed to catch himself braced on his arms with his fingers digging into the mattress, loose bandages dangling. "… at least this time you didn't throw me halfway across Arlong Park. I swear, my life flashed before my eyes when you pulled that shit. I was ready to strangle you."
"It was the quickest way I could get you away from the shark guy," Luffy protests. He wriggles, then gives an experimental thrust, curling his toes and humming happily at the pleasant friction. Zoro's still not quite completely stiff and also sort of moist, but rubbing against him feels nice anyway.
Apparently he's not the only one who thinks so. Shifting to support himself on one forearm, Zoro lowers his head to trace his tongue tip along the edges of the gauze pad taped just below his collarbone. His other hand settles on the captain's hip, fingers tightening each time Luffy rocks beneath him. "Mmm, maybe, maybe not, but right now I think I'd rather get laid than sidetracked arguing about it. Think you can reach that lube?"
Silly question. OF COURSE he can reach the lube. The pillow's close enough, he barely needs to stretch at all to retrieve the small glass bottle beneath it. He taps it against Zoro's cheek. "Ta-da."
His swordsman leans his head back to get a better look. "Ah, nice. It's the good stuff, the oil-based junk I was talking about before."
"How do I, um…"
"Here-" Zoro rolls, tugging him along so they're now both stretched out on their sides but still facing each other, and plucks the bottle from his grasp to work the stopper loose. "Gimme your hand. No, the other one. And try not to fall off the bed- OR knock me off either."
"Oooh, it's cold." He rubs his fingers together, fascinated by the slick texture.
"Uh-huh. That's why we're not just pouring it on ourselves straight from the bottle." Scooting a little higher on the bed after resealing the lubricant, his swordsman lifts his uppermost leg and hooks it over his middle, heel coming to rest against his lower back. "Start with one finger, okay? Either your pointer or your middle- either's fine."
"Okay…" Reaching between his partner's parted thighs and resting his hand on his buttocks, which- he discovers- have been spread wide by the position of his legs, he starts probing cautiously with the tip of his middle finger, encouraged when Zoro's hips tilt forward at his touch. When he locates the small ring of muscle he's searching for, he circles then strokes across it, trying to emulate what he'd felt being done to his own opening in the shower that other day.
He must be doing it right, because Zoro sighs and begins slowly rocking, cock hardening a bit more as it rubs against his forearm. "Mmm, good. The more foreplay, the more relaxed your partner's gonna get, 'n the more relaxed their body is, the easier it'll be when you start pushing it in."
Luffy thinks this sounds like an excellent idea. He hadn't spent a lot of time considering the physics of anal sex beyond 'dick goes in ass' but now that he's sliding his finger repeatedly over and around the pucker between his lover's buttocks, he's realizing just how small that hole seems compared to the girth of his erection and why Zoro's been so adamant about proper lubrication. The more relaxed his swordsman gets, the better.
He eyes the nipple protruding from the bandages he'd tugged loose earlier and licks his lips. If there's one thing he knows capable of making the other man's body limp with pleasure-
Sure enough, Zoro moans when he closes his mouth over the hard bud, ignoring the layers of gauze as he lathes nipple and areola alike with the flat of his tongue. "Fuck, yeah, d-do that…"
When he presses harder on the pucker beneath his touch, there's less resistance than he anticipated. Slippery with oil, his finger slides in to the second knuckle, and his swordsman gasps, momentarily tensing, but before he can panic and ask if he's going too fast or if it hurts, Zoro's pushing back at his hand, hips rolling, nudging his finger deeper with each motion.
Biting gently at the flesh he's been licking, Luffy tries meeting his partner's little lunges by drawing his finger back whenever his rear moves away and thrusting it carefully forwards each time it rocks back.
"Go ahead 'n add- add another one," Zoro tells him. "D-Don't force it, just-"
"Like this?" He extends his index finger, crossing it with his middle when his swordsman draws away enough to let it slip out, and when he moves back, the tips of both fingers penetrate. This time Zoro doesn't keep pushing but rocks away again, returns to take both digits a bit deeper, then backs off again, allowing his body's movements to gradually impale him on Luffy's fingers until they're both fully buried inside him.
"Mmm, yeah, j-just like that."
Zoro's not just warm but almost hot in there, smooth and now slick with lube, sphincter gripping snugly around his knuckles. Fascinated, he allows his fingers to slowly uncross so the pads of both are stroking the inner walls.
"Now c-curl the tips of your fingers. Like when you wanna get somebody on the other side of the room to c-come over to you. Crook 'em."
He does, and as Zoro's moving away from his hand again, he feels his fingers slide over a small mound firmer than the tissue surrounding it. The flesh squeezing his fingers spasms, clenching down as Zoro's entire body shudders, and the green-haired pirate utters a low, breathless cry.
For a second, he's worried he's done something wrong, hurt his lover somehow, and quickly glances up, but then he remembers the shower and the intense bursts of pleasure whenever Zoro pressed that spot inside him. And sure enough, his swordsman's reaction hasn't been one of pain. Face flushed, brows knit, eyes closed, lips parted with his tongue tip visible between them, he's begun rocking faster, his cock now rigid where it's bumping Luffy's arm.
He thinks he could stare at that look of helpless need forever. "Zoro, that's- is that the same thing? Like what you did to me in the shower?"
Zoro's eyes open halfway to regard him with amusement. "Mmhm… shit feels g-good, doesn't it?"
That half-lidded, rumpled expression goes straight from Luffy's brain to his dick, which gives an eager twitch. "H-How much longer before I can- uh…"
"Patience," his partner teases, lips pressing briefly to his mouth. "Here, I'll help speed things up." Uncapping the bottle just long enough to dump a decent amount of oil on his own fingers before fumbling it closed again and shoving it back under the pillow, he reaches behind himself to where the captain's hand is cupping his rear.
Luffy's about to ask if they really need more lube, because it doesn't feel like it's drying out or anything, when he feels one of Zoro's fingers nudging between the two he's got inside, stretching the rim of the swordsman's hole wider as he works it into himself.
His dick gives an impatient lurch, sending a thin dribble of pre-cum down his abdomen and onto the sheets.
Zoro's other fingers brush then take awkward hold of his hand and urge him to start moving it faster, then harder, until their palms are hitting his ass with a fleshy slapping noise that- combined with wet noises of their lubed fingers plunging inside- makes the rubber man's breath catch in his throat.
Their fingers don't penetrate very far with their hands tangled like this, but Zoro doesn't seem to mind; he's making faint grunts of effort, his face now flushed to the tips of his ears.
Luffy ducks his head again to lick and nibble his swordsman's collarbone, rubbing his face into his neck and grinning against the sweat-dampened skin when his actions prompt a broken curse. He redirects his attention to that exposed portion of pectoral, biting since his other hand's now pinned under his own body and can't get loose to reach up and squeeze Zoro's chest, and Zoro writhes beside him, bare heel skidding against his lower back.
"W-Want you to- do that- while you're inside me," his lover groans.
"Does that mean I can-?"
Zoro responds by using his weight to roll their bodies so Luffy's on his back again, stretched diagonally across the bed to prevent either of them from tumbling off, and then sits up, straddling the captain's hips. The gap between his buttocks is slick with lube, and with their hands no longer in the way, he's free to press against Luffy's jutting erection, using his continued rocking motions to rub his ass up and down along its length.
Eyes widening, the captain grabs Zoro's upper thighs and tries to thrust, whimpering when he discovers he can't with his swordsman's full weight resting on his pelvis.
Zoro utters shaky laughter. "Y-Yeah, you're only gonna be able to move as much as I let you. That's why I picked this position. Even with you fucking me, I'm still in c-control." His grin softens at Luffy's stricken expression. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna make you wait THAT much longer."
"I bet I could move if I really TRIED," Luffy huffs, wrinkling his nose because there's few things he hates more than being told he can't do something. He digs his fingers into the bedsheets, gathering his strength, and then arches his back, lifting his rear- and, by proxy, his partner- off the mattress by a good few inches.
"Oi, quit that!" Zoro scolds, although he's grinning again. "I KNOW you can, but while getting bounced around on your dick like I got a pogo stick shoved up my ass would be a hell of a lot of fun, it's also a great way to bust half my stitches."
"Bleh." Watching with intense interest despite the complaint, however, because his swordsman's leaned forward a bit and wrapped one hand around his own cock to angle it downwards so he can rub his glans back and forth across Luffy's taut abdominal muscles.
He doesn't realize where the other hand's gone until rough fingers curl around his dick, smearing the underside of the shaft with oil, then sliding up to rub heavily over the head.
"Hang on, okay? I'm gonna go slow, so if there's any reason you need me to stop, just say so."
The hand on him shifts slightly, as do Zoro's hips, and he can feel his tip nudging into a slight depression between his lover's buttocks and wet pressure beginning to bear down on him. And he suddenly remembers the one question he forgot to ask- or rather get a definite answer for, since it's something they did discuss, although not in a way that let him know whether it was alright or not, and he panics. "ZORO, WAIT!"
The moment the words leave his mouth, his swordsman goes completely still, locking eyes with him, face absolutely naked with concern. "Yeah, Luffy? What's wrong?"
He feels a rush of gratitude, knowing now exactly how seriously Zoro meant that comment about wanting him to speak up for any reason. He hadn't meant to actually test that promise, definitely not so soon, and especially not when their bodies are a literal heartbeat away from joining in such an intimate way, but- "It's not- well, nothing's actually WRONG, it's just-" His face is heating up as the best way to phrase the question eludes him. "When I- … I mean, is it okay if- … when-" He bites his tongue in frustration, unsure why he's suddenly so embarrassed. Maybe because of the way Zoro's looking at him, suddenly so serious and focused on making sure he's okay with everything that's happening. "When I- uh… can I- y'know, or do I need to-?"
"When you… oh!" The confusion in Zoro's eyes clears, replaced with amusement, and he starts shaking with poorly contained laughter, but it's clearly benign and not intended at his expense. "Yeah, Sencho, it's okay. You can cum inside me. You don't need to pull out when you feel like it's gonna happen."
"I just- I figured maybe I should ask, since-"
"Since your jizz erupts like a damn geyser every time you get off?" Grinning, Zoro leans lower and kisses him on the mouth. "Mmm, by all means, feel free to hose my ass."
His returning excitement chasing away the last unpleasant traces of chagrin, Luffy kisses him back hungrily, hands sliding up his torso. Not sure exactly where the row of stitches marching down from the left side start, he keeps his touch light on that side, while giving the right pectoral an aggressive squeeze, and this time it's his turn to laugh as his swordsman shudders all over. "Shishishi, Zoro REALLY likes when I play with these, doesn't he."
"I could never talk Johnny or Yosaku into getting that rough with 'em," Zoro groans. "SHIT. Are we okay to keep going? 'Cause I can't even tell you how bad I want you to wring the hell outta my tits while you fuck me."
"Yeah- yes- okay," the captain stutters eagerly. "PLEASE."
His breath catches as his partner resumes where he left off, fingers guiding the head of his cock back to the opening between his buttocks and rubbing heavily against it to make sure they're still both properly lubricated. Then, maintaining eye contact with him, Zoro starts pushing down.
At first, he's doubtful his dick's going anywhere. The tip alone's considerably wider than the fingers he'd had in there earlier, even counting the extra one Zoro had added himself, and it seems like their efforts haven't stretched him enough. He trusts Zoro knows what he's doing, but it seems impossible he's going to fit through what seems like an incredibly tiny opening.
But then his swordsman's body begins parting under the pressure, distending to accept him, and he stares wide-eyed up at the green-haired pirate's contorting face, his heart pounding so hard in his chest, he's a little amazed Zoro's not stopping again to ask if he hears somebody knocking on the medical facility's front door.
Wanting to help but not sure how, he resumes caressing the pectorals above him with trembling hands.
"Y-Yeah." Zoro's voice is low, strained, breathless. "Like- like that." He doesn't sound like he's in pain, exactly, just as though he's seriously exerting himself.
Luffy doubles his efforts on the uninjured side, sinking his fingertips into the muscle and kneading, his thumb toying carelessly with the nipple. It's difficult to concentrate when his attention keeps returning to his cock as its tip's slowly enveloped, but he forces himself to multi-task, squeezing and stroking.
Zoro's erection- abandoned when the swordsman released it to support himself while bearing down- rubs his elbow, leaving a smear of pre-cum. He eyes it, wishing he had an extra hand, and then mentally slaps his palm against his forehead. Wake up, dumbass- you got a mouth 'n you're made of rubber.
It takes a bit of maneuvering, but eventually he's able to curl his shoulders and upper body to bring his face in range, and he gives the swollen glans bobbing in front of his nose a broad, wet lick.
There's a wheezing noise from his lover that sounds suspiciously like "oh god" and Zoro's body tenses- and then relaxes, dilating wider, sliding down as it slowly swallows him, and he utters a startled moan because Zoro's even tighter than he anticipated. There's an anxious moment when it feels like he's stuck, lodged in place, and then his partner's pelvis rocks, drawing back for a second before pushing down harder, and the head of his dick slips past the sphincter and completely inside.
Zoro's panting, pectorals rising and falling rapidly beneath his palms, looking dazed. "F-Fuck, you're-" His hips begin giving small jerks, working Luffy deeper inside, slicking the lube coating their flesh further along the tunnel the captain's sinking into, until buttocks eventually meet groin. "Oh, FUCK."
Momentarily forgetting about either sucking the cock in front of him or playing with the nipple that's now hard as a diamond chip beneath his fingers, Luffy can't do anything but stare up his swordsman's body to his flushed, rapturous expression. His heart's not just galloping in his chest- he swears he can feel it pulsing in his dick, squeezed tight by the flesh in which it's buried.
"Fuck," Zoro moans again, licking parched lips. "God, Sencho, you feel fr-frickin' huge…"
"Is that- … that's a good thing, r-right?" He can't seem to catch his breath.
"Yeah, it's a good thing- a VERY good thing."
He experiences an absurd wave of relief at these words, knowing Zoro's far more knowledgeable about this stuff and glad he's not proving a disappointment. Still, he can't seem to stop trembling, unable to believe what he's doing- WHERE he's put his dick. He's overheard a lot of people talk about their first times having sex, a lot of conversations- particularly between pirates and bandits visiting Makino's bar- about "losing" one's virginity, and even now, surrounded by the wet furnace that's his swordsman's body, he still doesn't understand that phrase, because he certainly doesn't feel as he's lost anything. Or that Zoro, who's already done this with at least two other people, is lacking anything.
Instead, he feels as though he's being given something precious, that Zoro's willing to surrender himself- to trust him with such a vulnerable part of his body. He can't imagine what it's like being penetrated straight to his core, having someone else so deep inside so sensitive a place, because the use of fingers alone didn't inspire the sort of things he's thinking right now. But he wants to know. He wants to share with Zoro like Zoro's now sharing with him, lock his legs around his lover's hips and feel him hard and thick inside, just like he's so hard inside his lover right now.
"Are YOU okay?" Zoro asks, touching his cheek, and he wants to laugh at this- he's not the one stretched so wide, and Zoro doesn't even stretch like him- but he can only nod.
His swordsman sits up straighter, moving leisurely despite being impaled on him, and gives his shoulders a few rolls to loosen the muscles before turning his attention to the unraveling bandages swathing his chest and middle.
"Help me take this off? I'm boiling with all this crap wrapped around me."
Luffy assists him with shaking hands, unwinding the blood-spotted gauze from his torso, eyeing the lengthy wound they're uncovering with undisguised consternation.
Zoro sees him looking and offers a lopsided smile. "I'd say I've had worse, but it'd be a lie. I'll be fine, though, as long as I don't start using your crotch as a trampoline."
The captain snickers despite himself at the mental images this statement produces and touches his left pectoral cautiously, greatly- and selfishly, yes, he's willing to admit- relieved the nipple and areola have avoided injury. He hadn't been completely sure until now, given how much blood there'd been before and during the procedure to close the slashed flesh and how incredibly fast Dr. Nako had washed and bandaged everything. He gives a gentle squeeze, closely watching his swordsman's face for signs of discomfort.
"Maybe use your mouth on that side?"
He grins at the hopeful note in his partner's voice. "Okay, but what about your dick?"
"You got two hands, right? You only need one for my right tit. And I need both of mine for balance if you want me to start moving. Unless you'd rather I just keep sitting here all-"
"No, move. I DEFINITELY want Zoro to move," Luffy insists, hand diving into his lover's lap to seize his cock. "I really wanna know how it feels being inside when he's going up 'n down on me."
How it feels, he quickly learns when Zoro laughs and gladly obliges him, is AMAZING. Balanced on his knees and the balls of his feet with both arms behind him, hands planted firmly on the captain's thighs to brace his body as he leans back slightly, Zoro wriggles a bit to find the best angle- making Luffy tense up and bite the inside of his cheek- then begins doing what can only be described as modified squats, lifting his rear off his partner and hovering a moment or two before letting gravity pull him back down.
The sensations have Luffy's toes curling and his head reeling within the first few strokes. Fingers and even mouths - he's gotten pretty adept at sucking his own dick since curiosity got the better of him a couple years ago - don't compare to his swordsman's ass. It's the texture of liquid silk, slippery smooth, but also incredibly tight where the muscular band just inside Zoro's hole is stretched snugly around him, and when it slides along his length, it's similar to being pumped by a fist, only a gazillion times better because his glans stays enveloped in that wet heat every time.
"I can handle it way rougher- I like it f-fast 'n hard- but this is good too," Zoro sighs, moving almost languidly. "You start- you start fucking somebody's ass really fast 'n hard, it's usually over pretty quick. Feels way too good to last very long."
With some experimentation and a bit of stretching, they eventually find a position where Luffy's able to close his mouth on Zoro's left pectoral, while one hand's groping the right- courtesy of an arm slightly elongated and looped over the back of his swordsman's neck- and the other's tugging insistently at his dick.
Sucking and lapping, the captain occasionally sets his teeth against the skin, mostly for gentle nibbles but now and then biting nearly hard enough to draw blood. Each time, his lover's body tenses around him, shuddering, squeezing him harder. Fingers are tangled in his hair, and they urge him on, nudging insistently in an effort to get him to bite harder.
What makes Zoro growl low in his throat and start riding him harder, however, is when he shifts his mouth to the other side, tongue trailing across stitches and broken flesh before locking around the right nipple and areola, hand squeezing the pectoral painfully tight as his lips and tongue work. The cock he's clutching - it's hard to remember to keep his mouth AND both hands going - gives a massive jerk, and Zoro's hips are abruptly doing something new that keeps only his tip inside for several strokes before plunging down, that slick tunnel swallowing all of him in one quick driving motion.
He cries out against his swordsman's chest, trying to thrust again, and this time Zoro allows him a little room to move. Not enough to follow him upwards, though, when he raises his hips to resume those maddeningly shallow strokes.
Luffy bites, hoping to startle him into coming back down, but his ploy's unsuccessful. He tries licking the wound again instead, rolling the taste of salty sweat and copper on his tongue, tongue tip sliding along the injury, prodding, his hand wrenching his partner's pectoral, palm crushing the swollen nipple, and Zoro makes a garbled, incoherent noise that's probably a curse and comes down forcefully, his ass clenching so tight, it wrings a yelp from the rubber man's throat.
Body shaking, Zoro's making helpless little straining noises and jerking his hips, his ass squeezing rhythmically around the base of Luffy's cock as the muscles inside contract. He's spilling cum on the captain's lower belly, a stray spurt or two landing higher when the fingers grasping him slide up just below his glans.
"Zoro- Z-Zoro, lemme- pleeease, I gotta-" Whimpering, pulse racing so hard he can hear it thumping in his temples, struggling frantically to buck against his swordsman's convulsing flesh, Luffy sinks his teeth into the flesh slightly above the wound he's been licking.
Zoro gives a ragged cry and starts moving again unsteadily, lifting just enough to let him push upwards to meet each thrust. Rapidly finding his own rhythm, one allowing their bodies to work in concert, the captain's soon panting brokenly against his partner's chest, giving a clumsy lick here and there whenever his head's clear enough to let him concentrate on anything beyond how incredibly good his dick feels in Zoro's ass.
He wants this moment to last forever, but as he was warned, it's getting harder and harder to hold back now that he's allowed to move at his own quicker pace instead of the much leisurely one enforced earlier. And now that he's beginning to recover a bit, Zoro's apparently intent on making it extra difficult for him to maintain control, creating a game of trying to push him over the edge.
"R-Remind me, next- time we do this, Sencho- I gotta show you what's like- if I ride you f-facing the- other direction. 'Cause without my j-junk in the way, you'll be able to- watch yourself fucking me. Your dick all wet 'n shiny, sliding- in 'n out my ass, and when you- when you c-cum, you can pull out 'n- watch your jizz running out my hole."
The pressure around him increases suddenly, releases, intensifies again, ebbs- and it takes a few moments, and his swordsman muffling throaty laughter every time he catches his breath and needs to quit thrusting to avoid cumming right then and there, but at some point he realizes Zoro's doing it ON PURPOSE, deliberately clenching the muscles in his lower body to squeeze him.
"Or maybe you'd rather f-fuck me from behind, on my elbows 'n knees with my ass in the air- 'n my face- shoved into the mattress. 'Cause your dick'll go even d- even deeper inside me than it's going right now. You can squeeze my ass cheeks and- yank me back on you while you sl-slam into me."
Luffy whimpers through his short-winded panting. He's released Zoro's dripping cock to clutch his flank instead, fingers gripping tight enough to bruise.
"C'mon, Sencho, do it. Inside me. Fill my ass with your cum."
"Z-Zoro-"
His swordsman's volume drops to a breathy whisper. "We're probably not gonna- get chance to shower 'til we go b-back to the ship, so- if you- if you do it now-" He tenses, muscles rippling teasingly. "If you get off inside me, then I gotta- walk around all day tomorrow- with your cum- Sencho's cum- inside me."
Oh god, that's it. That thought's the one that finally pushes him over the edge. His swordsman at his side all morning and afternoon while they explore the village and talk to their crew mates and other people and raid the banquet tables, both of them silently but acutely aware that the inner walls of Zoro's ass are still slick with traces of lube and his captain's seed.
Pushes him over the edge? Try CATAPULTS. His body crumples inwards, burying his face into Zoro's chest and muffling the full-throated cry of release that bursts from his lungs as pleasure surges through him like stormy ocean waves beating on the shore. He's dimly aware his spasming hands are crushing his lover's pectoral and side, but Zoro's heedless to the punishing grip, laughing softly and crooning encouragement as he continues rocking to delay the orgasm's end as long as possible.
Getting off with his own hand's alright. Getting off in ZORO'S hand was definitely better, maybe even equivalent to sucking himself off. Getting off in Zoro's ASS, however, beats those other ways into the dirt. Because Zoro's ass continues tightly hugging his twitching, spurting dick throughout his release, coaxing pulse after pulse of semen out of him until he's certain he must be running on empty and he's slumped limp and exhausted against his partner's chest.
Zoro pushes himself upright so he's kneeling again, freeing his arms to curl around Luffy's torso, and the rubber man moans, clinging to him. They remain connected, barely, but he can feel himself softening and when his swordsman moves to roll them back into their original position facing each other on the narrow mattress, he slips free completely, accompanied by a short drizzle of cum before Zoro collapses to one side and pulls him close, nuzzling into his sweat-dampened hair.
It's a while before either of them speak, but it's comfortable silence; Luffy's content to lean his forehead against his partner's collarbone, his cheek and ear on his chest, listening with his eyes closed to the faint thump-thump of his gradually slowing heartbeat and his arms wrapped snugly around his waist. He's tempted to loop them around him several times, to be honest, but that'd require letting go first- and he doesn't want to let go.
"Oi…" Zoro finally murmurs softly, breath stirring his hair. "… you wanna stay here with me tonight?"
"Uh-huh." He snuggles closer, the prospect of sleep making him yawn enormously. "Mmm, Zoro's really comfy."
Maybe he ought to be wondering what this means for their relationship, that they'll be sharing a bed after sex rather than just wandering off their separate ways like they've done in their previous encounters, but he's too relaxed to devote any real energy to it. He'll deal with that- and determining his final answer to Johnny and Yosaku's proposal- tomorrow, but right now, he's in a state of post-orgasmic bliss, he's eaten recently enough that his stomach's not clamoring for attention yet, and Zoro's warm and solid beside him.