He'd scowled when his gleefully chortling captain took one look at Chopper's handiwork and announced he resembles a mummy with so many bandages binding his neck, arms and torso, but Zoro's in considerably better humor after he's killed half a dozen tankards full of booze. And he's feeling even more cheerful after wiping out a baker's dozen, with the discomfort from his extensive electrical burns masked by the pleasant haze brought on by consuming so much strong alcohol.
As he anticipated, Luffy's everywhere, dancing with Skypieans and Shandians and fellow Straw Hat pirates alike and raiding the hastily assembled banquet tables whenever he's between partners. He's also been wandering over occasionally to make sure he's not neglecting his boyfriend, but Zoro's repeatedly shooed him away with reassuring words, insisting he's more than content to sit and drink and watch Luffy fling himself into the heart of the celebration.
He can't deny it, though; it's been extremely tempting to get up and join his lover, take him by the hand and whirl him along in the line of dancers stamping and cheering their way around the bonfire. Spin him 'round and 'round until they're both dizzy from exertion and slick with sweat and laughing in one another's arms, seeking each other's mouths with absolute certainty and a complete disregard for the multitude of eyes watching them in the flickering light of the flames.
He lowers his newest tankard with a regretful sigh, eyes following Luffy's frolicking silhouette with silent longing. The reactions of the numerous strangers surrounding the crew don't concern him; the possibility of someone taking offense and raising a fuss at the sight of them together isn't what's keeping him sitting here on his ass, daydreaming like a love-sick fool, instead of out there with his body pressed so tightly against Luffy that there's no room to breathe between them, let alone give anyone else the opportunity to cut in and pull either of them away.
No, the problem's his injuries. Getting flash-fried multiple times by that self-proclaimed god would've caused the same sort of damage even if he'd been wearing his usual attire, but in a tank top, he'd had nearly twice as much skin exposed to the full brunt of Enel's attack. Beneath the gauze, he's raw and sore and itchy, and simply moving hurts like hell. The scant weight of the linen wrap itself feels too heavy, creating too much pressure, and being touched is even worse.
Burns are nothing like lacerations from swords or other edged weapons. Those, he believes, he could disregard. Or at least endure with better grace, given they'd be localized- a cut here or slash mark there to stitch and bandage and dismiss. But the scorched flesh on his torso's EVERYWHERE, and although Chopper slathered him heavily with some sort of burn cream before applying the bandages, whenever he flexes a joint, it cracks and bleeds and stings.
He knows he's not the only one Enel struck with lightning, but it seems as though the others weren't affected quite as badly. Most likely because, unlike him, they hadn't been wielding naked steel at the time. His katana had inadvertently betrayed him by amplifying the electrical charge and sending it surging through his arms and chest with crippling force.
Now that his bloodstream's laden with alcohol, the pain radiating through his torso is a lot less severe but he's still aware of it lurking just beneath the buzz. While sitting here alone, he can almost tune it out, but dancing's undoubtedly going to bring his discomfort back full force. Hell, he's not sure if he can tolerate light cuddling let alone gyrating all over the place. He normally loves cuddling with Luffy but right now he's afraid it's more than his overworked body can take, and as long as his captain's preoccupied with dancing and feasting and socializing, Zoro doesn't need to worry about accidentally snapping at him for being jostled.
Speaking of Luffy, here he comes again now, animated and flush-faced and laughing.
"Zoro!" he shouts, flinging himself down with joyous, carefree abandon, thankfully not directly into the swordsman's lap but onto the unoccupied patch of ground beside him- although he does immediately wriggle his upper half onto Zoro's crossed legs the moment he's sprawled flat. "Zoro, you're missing EVERYTHING!" Rolling onto his back to grin up at him. "Aren't you really super booored, hanging around over here by yourself?"
"Nah, I'm good," Zoro tells him, smiling as he holds his tankard aloft and to one side to give his lover more room. "I'm having plenty of fun watchin' you…" He runs the bandaged fingers of his free hand through Luffy's hair, attempting to smooth it without much hope for success. His captain's got a perpetual case of bedhead thanks to his hat. It's presently serving as an unlikely pillow, resting on Zoro's thigh while he caresses the dark locks fanned out this way and that across its woven brim.
The clumsiness in his gesture doesn't go unnoticed. Concerned, Luffy reaches out to capture his hand and draw it close for meticulous inspection, brow furrowing further when he tries to interlock their fingers and registers the stiffness in the joints. "Is Zoro okay?"
"Mmhmm. Chopper just got me wrapped up in so much crap, it's hard to move."
He's not lying, not exactly. Their doctor DID wrap him in an absurd amount of gauze. And he's apparently poured enough booze into his system that holding hands doesn't hurt as badly as he'd feared.
Luffy locates the snipped end of the bandage tucked under the other layers and picks it free, unwinding the fabric with a surprising amount of care. He bares Zoro's fingers to peer at each calloused digit in turn and then moves on to his palm, studying the lines crossing it.
"O-Oi, Sencho, what-"
Uncharacteristically quiet, Luffy pulls his hand closer still and nuzzles into its palm, breath warm on his skin. Gaze shifting up to watch his face, lips dragging lightly- gently- across his wrist.
Zoro feels his heart give a hard thump, his eyelids falling half-closed as his lover's tongue darts out to trace a slow wet path up the fate line on his palm… looping down along the arc of his life line before coming back up a second time… and trailing with excruciating languor to the tip of his middle finger. He groans low in his throat as Luffy's mouth closes over it, lips and teeth sliding slowly downwards until he's sucking it to the base.
His captain hums laughter and continues holding his gaze, snaking an arm around his waist to rub his lower back just above his trousers' waistband. Kneading his flesh through the fabric of his tank top in search of skin not swathed by layers of gauze. Tongue curling and swirling around his finger, eyes bright with amusement and mischief as they roam his face, taking in the hot flush beginning to darken his cheeks.
"L-Luffy, if you- if you keep doing that-"
Luffy releases his finger with a wet pop and a soft "shi-shi-shi" before grasping and gently tugging his thumb with his teeth, lapping at the web between it and his forefinger.
"Fuck…" Zoro breathes, nearly spilling his drink as he presses his thumb deeper into Luffy's mouth. He raises the tankard, tilting it back as he hurriedly gulps down what remains so he can toss it aside and give Luffy his full, undivided attention. With the booze burning its way down his throat and chest to his stomach, he leans down to kiss his partner, not pulling his thumb free but slipping it along the inside of his cheek to hook him like a fish.
Uttering a rough, interested noise at the strong taste of alcohol on the tongue delving into his mouth, Luffy kisses back enthusiastically, arm looping over his neck while the opposite hand rubs harder at his back. Fingers groping into the seat of the swordsman's trousers to seize one of his buttocks and squeeze it firmly, he shifts his body in Zoro's lap, rolling onto his side so they're facing each other. His hips thrust forward shamelessly, searching for something solid for his lower body to grind against.
Zoro adds a hint of teeth, his free hand popping open the buttons of Luffy's vest so he can reach inside. He ignores the dull ache in his sore neck and shoulders caused by curling forward, stroking his captain's pectorals and toying lightly with his nipples until they're standing up in stiff points and he's making small helpless noises.
It takes an incredible amount of effort to pull back and glance around to find out what sort of attention their actions have drawn. Luffy's less inclined to care; his hand abandons Zoro's neck and drops to shove up the hem of his tank top, bunching the fabric up around his middle, face nuzzling amorously against the bare skin of his lower belly. A moment later, wet heat dips into his navel.
He stifles his gasp, aware there's already quite a few sets of eyes fixed on him and his lover. "Sencho… n-not that I'm complaining, but what's- what's got you so wound up. You're- ah- you're sure in a mood…"
Fingers tug impatiently at his waistband, undoing his trousers while Luffy noses harder at him, lips and tongue and teeth addressing his flesh with increasing excitement. He breaks away just long enough to meet Zoro's eyes, his voice husky. "… the Wipe guy…"
"W-Wyper?" Zoro asks, fingers trembling as they brush along his captain's temple and cheek. He wants to search nearby faces, find out how many people have realized what's happening in their midst and whether or not they care, but he can't tear his eyes away from Luffy's hand worming its way into his open pants to seize his cock and draw it out, thumb rubbing under the head.
"Yeah…" His partner's breath is hot on his glans, so achingly close that his erect length's twitching involuntarily, trying to bridge the scant distance to those kiss-swollen lips while a bead of clear fluid wells larger and larger at its tip. "He wanted to know if-" Luffy's hand makes a slow but steady pumping motion, grip tightening, forcing out more pre-cum. "He wants Zoro. He asked if I'd send Zoro to his tent, if he wanted to go…"
Hot and cold shivers across the older pirate's burnt skin beneath his bandages, his breath catching in his throat as he asks, "He- he didn't know? About us?"
"I dunno, but-" Stroking him again and again, until that precariously balanced droplet grows heavy enough to dribble free. "If he didn't… he does now." Thumb collecting the moisture, smearing it slick and shining down the underside of his shaft.
Zoro's pelvis jerks upwards, his other hand splaying wide against Luffy's side then clenching tight on his waist. His heart's pounding harder and harder in his chest, and when he thrusts again intentionally, pushing through the tunnel of fingers grasping him and bumping his tip into Luffy's saliva-dampened lips, he can't hold back the low moan that claws its way from his throat and escapes into air that's begun to cool since night's fallen.
Once he's started moving, there's no stopping, even though they're being watched openly now. Not that there's much to see with his captain's body blocking their view, but it doesn't really matter because they know Luffy's playing with him, oh god- Sencho's giving him a handjob in front of dozens of people- and knowing it just makes him fuck harder and faster into Luffy's fist. Panting and gritting his teeth each time his glans rubs against Luffy's lips, and Luffy's licking at him, tongue sliding over him, hot and wet and squirming so its tip presses into the slit-shaped opening at the crown, teasing out more pre-cum.
The hand down the seat of his trousers has shifted inwards, a pair of fingertips stroking back and forth over his hole, and he wants the damn pants OFF, wants Luffy's fingers inside, helping to push him over the edge. He wants his dick in Luffy's mouth, he wants Luffy's lips pursed around him, sucking, taking him deep.
He's so focused on Luffy, he doesn't register the sound of approaching footsteps until someone touches the back of his neck and startles the hell out of him.
He jerks his head up so violently, he nearly topples over backwards, and only Wyper's hands dropping to take him by the shoulders allow him to recover his balance. The Shandian's hands are big, his grip strong, and despite the shock of being interrupted, Zoro feels a surge of hot desire flood his lower belly.
Of course, that might also have something to do with the fact that Luffy promptly resumed stroking his cock as soon as he stopped thrusting.
And interestingly enough, his captain doesn't look particularly dismayed by Wyper's presence. Or even much surprised by it, for that matter.
"He asked if- you'd send- send me to his t-tent, huh?" he manages, not bothering to hide the choked eagerness in his voice.
Luffy offers him a grin that's sly, pleased and sheepish all at once. "He DID ask. 'N Robin said you kept lookin' at him, after you guys knocked down the giant jack. So I thought that maybe- y'know?" His smile falters a bit, replaced by sudden concern. "If Zoro wants to, I mean."
"What- what about you?" It's getting more difficult to think with those fingers stroking up and down his stiff length. And Wyper's hand gingerly exploring the left side of his neck, index finger trailing over his earlobe and making the droplets dangling from the piercings jingle while the warrior waits patiently for them to end their banter and reach a decision.
"Mmm, his hair's kinda funny-" There's a soft snort of derision somewhere above Zoro, and he gives Luffy a half-hearted swat, concerned the rubber man's going to drive their prospect partner away rather than enticing him to join them. "-but he's really strong 'n-" There's a raw edge creeping into Luffy's voice, a tremulous excitement that's a relief to hear but simultaneously pretty damn unnerving, because when Luffy's that excited, chaos almost certainly follows. "… his tattoos are neat 'n I wanna watch him- umm, I- I wanna see Zoro in the middle…"
"You want him to fuck me-?" Zoro asks, feeling the hand on his right shoulder tense. "-while I f-fuck you?" Upon seeing Luffy nodding eagerly, almost before he can finish the question, he laughs low in his throat and turns his head to look up at Wyper, pausing to wet his lips with his tongue before he speaks again. "Think you're up to it? I'm pretty sure you got banged up worse than me…"
"That won't be a problem, Blue Sea dweller," the Shandian growls, but he's smirking as he shifts closer, relinquishing the earring he's been fiddling with so he can part the grass skirt tied around his waist to let them see he's fully erect beneath it. Taking himself in hand and leaning his hips forward so he can rub his damp glans across Zoro's jaw, leaving a heavy streak of pre-cum.
Lips parted, eyes half-lidded as he leans involuntarily into the cock pressed to his cheek, the swordsman swallows hard. "Luffy?" Nothing more than his captain's given name, but his wavering voice is full of questions: is this really alright, are YOU alright, is shit gonna get weird if we do this?
Luffy responds by bowing his head to engulf the head of his dick with hungry suction, making him gasp out loud- and when his mouth opens wider, Wyper shoves inside with brusque force, hands seizing clumps of his hair to wrench his head to the side. Cock driving to the back of his throat and down his esophagus, forcing him to cling to the closer of the warrior's bare legs.
Fuck. FUCK! He can't see, he's blinded by Wyper's groin and abdomen grinding into his face, the dry grass rustling against his cheeks, and he can feel Luffy going down on him so frantically there's teeth occasionally grazing him, and he bets he'll be paying for that later but right now he's just too horny to care. His captain's sucking him off and their enemy-turned-ally is buried balls-deep in his throat, and it's all happening right out here in the open. People- probably including his own crew members- are watching him shudder and jerk and buck between them.
Luffy's finger has resumed circling his rim, and he's trying to thrust himself onto it, growling and whining his frustration around the cock plunging over and over down his esophagus. He's dimly aware of Wyper- in a voice thick with ardor and broken by pleasure- calling out orders for the other celebrants to give them space.
Zoro can't find it in himself to give a shit if their audience listens or not. The tattooed man shoving tirelessly into his mouth could be calling for the other Shandian warriors to join them, and in his aroused and uninhibited state, he'd be more than willing to let them all line up and fuck him in the ass one after the other.
He tries to cry out when Luffy's mouth pulls off him, thrusting wildly into the empty air while he struggles to breathe around Wyper's cock. His skin's tingling all over, hot and cold, hot and cold, while his partners squabble. Over lube. Over condoms, produced- he learns much later- after Chopper catches wind of what's going on and realizes there's no talking them out of it. Least not Zoro himself, who's so worked up that after Wyper withdraws from his mouth, he's trying to hike his ass in the air and growling for somebody to "hurry up 'n fuck me" before his partners can finish peeling him out of his trousers.
Kicking off his sandals and shorts, Luffy rolls onto his back and tugs the swordsman down on top of him so they're lying face-to-face, a hand slick with oil groping between them to stroke his dick and grasp it and pull him closer, spread legs lifting to hook over his hips. A heel on his rump, digging against him, gathering him in, and one moment he's nudging between Luffy's buttocks, pushing, and the next moment his lover's body is yielding under the pressure and he cries out as he slides into clenching heat.
Once he's inside Luffy, he's lost, his palms planted on the ground on either side of the younger man's torso and his hips rocking instinctively. Locking eyes with him, groaning "S-Sencho…" when he feels Wyper's hand on him, wet fingers running up and down the curve of his ass while more lubricant's drizzled into his crack, running cool over his rim and down his balls.
"Zoro," his captain gasps back, rocking with him, delicately stroking his neck and chest and arms and watching his face for any sign that the repeated contact's aggravating his burns. "Zoro- Zoro- Zoro…" Hands moving in soothing circles down his sides to his hips, gripping them, slowing his movements. Leaning up to press kisses to his chin and jaw. Fingers slipping back to take hold of his buttocks, squeezing and spreading them wide.
Zoro arches his spine, thrusting, his eyelids falling shut as he feels a digit far thicker and more calloused than any of Luffy's press past his rim and work its way deep into his hole, slicking his inner walls with lube. When Wyper introduces a second finger almost immediately and curls both to rub their tips heavily against his prostate, he moans, the sound swallowed by Luffy's mouth as he continues to kiss and lick and bite at Zoro's lips and sigh his name.
"Your swordsman's ready…" Wyper tells him. He continues stroking, but his voice is softer than earlier and slightly lilted with inquiry, almost as though he's requesting permission to proceed.
Shuddering, rocking himself backwards onto the fingers buried in his ass- and forward into Luffy's welcoming body- Zoro starts panting harder as his captain reaches back to touch him where he's being penetrated. Tracing the upper edge of his rim while his bottom's scissored generously to ensure he's stretched and relaxed enough.
"Okay, but b-be C-CAREFUL with him," Luffy warns, a note of fierce protectiveness accompanying the admonishment. "If he tells you- if he tells you to stop- even if you're al-already inside-"
"Harming the man was never my intention! If it was, I would've issued him a challenge, not expressed an interest in fucking him," Wyper retorts angrily, pulling his fingers free in an abrupt motion that makes Zoro cry out in protest at the sudden loss of pressure. "And whatever you might think of me, I'm not a savage. I understand consent as well as you." This point made, his voice softens again. Not much, but enough to make it clear that he considers them in control of this encounter. "Should EITHER of you ask me to stop- at any point- I'll respect your wishes."
The Shandian's been making adjustments to his scant attire, maneuvering the trailing rushes comprising his skirt aside to allow his exposed cock to brush teasingly against Zoro's rear and the backs of his thighs as he prepares to enter him, but he's also hesitating, giving his partners ample time to rescind their invitation.
"Zoro?" Luffy's peppering his face with kisses again, legs clamped tighter around his middle to hold him still. Hold him deep inside. "Is it okay, Zoro? Do you want him to-?"
"Pleeease," the swordsman groans, desperate to move, desperate to cum, not caring that he's begging. Not caring that whoever's currently within earshot can hear him asking for a tattooed stranger with a mohawk and wings- actual goddamn WINGS- to fuck him. To plunge into his lubricant-slathered, quivering asshole and fuck him until he climaxes and spills himself into Luffy. Fuck him until he's sprawled spent and limp in his captain's arms, fuck him until he's positively shattered and sobbing with pleasure- and then fuck him some more. "C-C'mon, please, Sencho, tell him yes. Say he can fuck me 'cause- I want- I need him to f-fuck me, oh god, just-"
"Do him," Luffy groans to Wyper. "Do him while he does me, 'til we both c-cum. But do him- do him real slow or Chopper'll try'n kill everybody. He's- he's still mad 'cause I did Zoro too- too hard last time."
"Alright."
Zoro gasps as the broad, blunt dome of Wyper's glans bumps his hole, the rough material of the grass skirt parted around the warrior's cock scratching and prickling his buttocks as it crumples against them. The firm flesh rubs leisurely back and forth over his rim, finds his center and pushes, and he's vaguely aware of Wyper's breathing growing ragged and shallow with effort.
Luffy's kissing him, hands holding his buttocks apart and kneading them, heels digging into his lower back to prevent him from shoving himself backwards. The rubber man's clenching his sphincter in rhythmic pulses, internal muscles massaging him with slick heat, and it feels good, but it's not enough. He needs more.
And he's given more; breached from behind, body distending to accept the oiled, condom-sheathed shaft sliding slowly into it, he closes his eyes and cries out. His mouth continues gaping while his back bows, driving him deeper into Luffy.
"Fuck, you're- you're TIGHT," Wyper grunts, easing back a bit, reaching forward to steady himself by grasping Zoro's shoulder near his neck, and giving a staunch thrust and then another to work himself farther inside. "Tell me if- uhn- if I get too- too rough, swordsman."
"Mmn- mnn!" Tearing his mouth away from his captain's, Zoro exhales rough, throaty laughter and starts rocking his hips, pushing back to meet the Shandian's pelvis. "You- you're fuck- fuckin' me in the ass. Ah! You might as- might as well call- ah- c-call me Zoro." He turns his head to flash the other man a shaky but brazen grin. "And don't- don't worry… I can- mmm- I can take- anything you c-can dish out."
Beneath him, Luffy laughs breathlessly and squeezes his ass with both hands, tugging, urging him deeper, deeper, deeper with each progressive thrust.
"Alright then, ZORO…" Wyper's voice is a deceptively gentle murmur, but there's an edge of sharp amusement in it as well. "… let's let your captain be the judge of who's the better lay."
Zoro opens his mouth again to argue that Luffy's not in the best position for such a task, given Wyper can claim HE'S responsible for anything ZORO does, but all that emerges is a wavering groan because the warrior's moving in earnest now, fucking him with long, slow strokes. The hand on his shoulder shifts to gather the straps of his tank top into a crumpled handful of fabric, pulling the neckline taut around his throat like a leash while Wyper's cock glides in and out of him.
Moaning and squirming as their partner's weight presses Zoro down on him, adding extra momentum to the swordsman's eager thrusts, Luffy explores the slippery flesh between his buttocks with the fingertips of one hand. Caressing Zoro's dilated rim and the rigid flesh impaling him.
His captain's other hand cradles his cheek, coaxing him to stop trying to crane open-mouthed over his shoulder at the man buried inside him.
Jealous, Zoro thinks disconnectedly, obediently returning his gaze to Luffy's face. Sencho doesn't mind sharing, but- He nuzzles into the hand petting his jaw and neck, panting hard against its palm. Nobody's allowed to steal the show. They can fuck me, but I'm not- I'm not theirs. I'm HIS.
Mine. It's in Luffy's pleasure-dazed expression, in his gaze, in his touch and the way his thighs are hugging Zoro's middle and his body's arching up to meet Zoro's thrusts. Mine. Mine-mine-mine.
"Sencho," he groans, wondering what his lover can glimpse in his own eyes. Yours. YOURS. I'm yours. Oh, fuck- oh god, I love- "Luffy… LUFFY-"
Luffy's arms fold around his neck and draw him closer, closer, closer- until their mouths meet and meld and their torsos sandwich the rubber man's erect dick, streaking their sweat-dampened skin with leaking pre-cum, and Zoro's forearms and biceps are trembling with the effort of supporting their combined weight and with the strain of holding back his orgasm, because he's there- he's right there on the edge. Hips moving on autopilot, plunging him into Luffy then rocking him backwards on Wyper's cock, over and over until his aching balls are drawn up tight and the muscles of his inner thighs quiver every time his rear collides with his Shandian partner's pelvis.
Wyper's hand on his hip is gripping him tighter with each thrust, and the fist clutching his tank top's pressed against his back, grinding so hard between his shoulder blades that he's in serious danger of his braced elbows giving way and spilling him to the ground.
The pressure on his bandaged burns hurts, but the pain's merely fuel on the desire raging in his gut, sending those hot and cold chills tingling up and down his body. He'll pay for it later, but right now, he doesn't care. Right now all that matters is the thick shaft skewering his well-used hole and the moist heat sucking greedily at his throbbing length and Luffy's mouth. Devouring his kisses. Licking, biting, gasping his name with greater and greater urgency.
"C-Close-" comes a rumbling warning from behind him. "I'm- uhn- very close."
Hearing this, Zoro starts giving an extra little twist of his hips, tensing his sphincter and choking on laughter when Wyper curses.
"Me- me too," Luffy breaks away from his mouth to gasp. "Zoro- Zoro, c-cum with me, okay?"
"Sencho, I'm-"
"CUM," his captain orders, voice cracking like a whip, and Zoro's cock begins to twitch and jerk and spill his seed as though he's been trained to orgasm on command.
He'd been drawing back for another thrust, and the first spurt's so close to Luffy's entrance, it nearly trickles out before he shoves back inside and starts rutting frantically against the younger man.
"Zoro!" Luffy spasms and bucks beneath him, hips angled to take the wild thrusting against his prostate, and then he's cumming too, with force sufficient to fire long wet streams straight past his own head, and Zoro's got just enough clarity left to hope nobody was sitting over there, before Wyper utters a low growl and starts fucking him hard and fast. Hips straining against his bottom with every forward stroke, glans pounding the spot inside him that sends spasms surging through his groin and fresh dribbles of cum squirting out of him.
Trapped in the middle, he's at the mercy of his partners' bodies. Luffy's sphincter is contracting repeatedly on his dick, while the warrior bent over him hits his prostate again and again and again, both of them milking him dry while his hole clenches spasmodically around the cock inside him.
There's only one thing missing- but judging by the state of his captain, it'll be remedied easily enough.
"Sencho-" he moans, slack-mouthed and shuddering as he gazes down at Luffy. "S-Sencho, in me- please-?"
Understanding, Luffy- still panting- slides both arms around his torso and tugs him forward, prompting a muffled groan from Wyper as Zoro slides off him.
The swordsman lifts his shaking hands from the ground to grasp Luffy's forearms, digging his fingers into the flesh and crying out loudly, his spine bowing, when the rubber man's persisting erection lances his rim and slides full-length into him as he's settled on his lap. The shaft transfixing him is slick with cum, his passage still thoroughly coated with lube, and Luffy's moving him easily, gripping him around the waist and bouncing him. Shifting him up and down on that slippery pole.
Spent, Wyper's hanging back and watching them, fumbling to remove the used condom dangling from his deflating cock because he can't tear his gaze away.
"C-C'mere," Luffy calls to him, panting. "C'mere 'n touch- touch Zoro while I- uhn- while I do him."
"… are you sure that's-"
"Y-Yeah-" Zoro stammers. He closes his eyes and tilts his head back, gasping at the sensation of his lover's dick gliding in and out of him. "Yeah, it's- ah- it's fine. You c-can play w- ah-ah-ah!"
"Play with his t-tits," Luffy helpfully concludes. "He- mmm- he really, r-really likes that."
There's a moment or two of silence, and then Zoro feels warm breath stir the fine hairs at the nape of his neck and large hands come to rest on his sides, just above where his captain's arms are curled around his lower back. He moans as they slip tentatively around the front to settle on his pectorals.
"You're sure that doesn't hurt?" Wyper murmurs beside his ear, sounding genuinely uncertain for the first time since he's joined them.
"It does hurt, but- ah! N-No, don't- don't stop! It's okay, it's- mmm, y-yeah… oh fuck, yeah," Zoro sighs as the palms rubbing his bandaged chest through his tank top begin fondling him a bit more firmly. "H-Harder- ah- yeah, yeah, j-just like tha-"
"Z-Zoro?" Luffy interrupts abruptly. "Do you-" He breaks off for a few seconds, panting, his thrusts slowing, and then he resumes. "Do you think- you're gonna- uhn- gonna be able to c-cum again, or should I just-" Another pause. "I'm- ah- I'm actually really- like REALLY, really- close again, 'n-"
"Probably n-not for- for a while, so just- ah- j-just go ahead," the swordsman assures him, forcing his eyelids open so he can gaze down at the younger pirate's flushed face. "Either way, you- ah- you feel-" He shudders as Wyper's hands knead his pectorals, squeezing them in rhythm with Luffy plunging up inside him. "Shit- shit, that feels so gooood, Sencho. Just- go ahead 'n do it, okay? Cum inside me…"
Luffy's pupils expand slightly upon him hearing these words. Licking his lips and tightening his hold on Zoro's middle, he starts moving faster, hips surging upwards and bouncing him hard.
This time, Zoro keeps watching him. Leaning backwards a bit to rest his weight on the Shandian behind him, letting Wyper feel how vigorously he's being fucked- and giving Luffy a better view of the place their bodies are joined. "Lemme- mmm, lemme feel it. God… yeah, lemme feel you c-cum in my- ah! Cum in my ass, Sencho." He hears Wyper inhale sharply and can barely resist the urge to grin. "C-C'mon, Captain, shoot your- shoot your load in my- in my hole…"
Luffy makes a guttural noise in the back of his throat, staring at where he's sliding hard and wet through Zoro's gaping rim. The color's rising on his face, and the same flush is beginning to darken his neck and collarbone and the expanse of bare chest visible between the flaps of his unbuttoned vest.
"I love it when- when you f-fuck me," Zoro groans. He tenses his body, tightening his sphincter around his captain's cock, his voice dropping to a growl with the exertion required. "You're so- hard 'n you feel so- you f-feel so- so fucking GOOD when you're- inside me…" He's rocking his own hips now, Wyper's frame giving him the added leverage he needs to drive himself down on Luffy's twitching erection when his damn arms and legs are still refusing to function properly after being on all fours for so long.
"Zoro- oh, Z-Zoro, I'm-"
"Do it," he demands, getting one hand between his thighs and tilting his pelvis farther forward, slipping past his semi-erect lube- and cum-slicked dick and damp balls to caress Luffy's shaft while it pistons in and out of his clenched hole. "Here, where- where everybody c-can see, Luffy."
Whether or not anyone hung around to actively watch them, he has no clue; he hasn't exactly been paying attention to his surroundings beyond what his partners have been doing to him. But it doesn't matter. Not when he knows his lover fantasizes about people spying on him- on them- and has a serious kink for fucking in public places and performing other acts of exhibitionism. Of course, Zoro would lying if he said he didn't understand- okay, APPRECIATE- the appeal.
And sure enough, as he anticipated, Luffy's movements are losing coordination, devolving into that clumsy desperation he always displays moments before orgasm.
"C-Cum, Sencho- cum inside me so- so it's leaking out my- uhn- out my hole while you- mmm- while you fuck me," he croons, splaying fingers on either side of Luffy's thrusting, jerking length and stroking the edges of his own widely stretched opening. "I wanna- uhn- I wanna feel your d-dick going- ah- in 'n out when I'm- uhn- all wet 'n sloppy in here."
"Fuuuck," Wyper breathes, hands convulsing hard enough to make the swordsman flinch.
But he dismisses the pain flaring in his mishandled tits, because Luffy's coming undone beneath him, crying out so sharply that the sound bursting from his lungs borders on a wail, and he's in frantic motion, pounding wildly into Zoro's ass as he cums, then clutching him around the waist and holding him down, trying to ram his spurting cock deeper even though his balls are already pressed hard against the older pirate's bottom.
Zoro's trying to laugh and moan at the same time, hips continuing to rock and shift his lover's pulsing shaft back and forth inside him, petting his heaving chest and belly and the wet juncture of their connected bodies while his pectorals throb in protest at the wrenching they received from Wyper.
When he recovers his breath enough to speak, he turns his head to look at the flabbergasted Shandian he's resting against and raise an eyebrow, favoring the warrior with a broad smirk. "So- so what was it you were saying, SKY DWELLER? About my- my c-captain judging, who's the better lay?"
Alright, so maybe he should be a little more gracious towards their host, considering the guy didn't demand his and Luffy's heads right from the start for pulling this kind of shit in what amounts to the public square instead of taking him up on his offer of a tent. AND considering the guy's got one damn nice cock AND knows how to use said damn nice cock AND didn't mind being asked to wear a condom on said damn nice cock.
But then again... he muses as he grins down at Luffy- sprawled beneath him, skin flushed and glistening with a sheen of sweat and cum, limbs trembling uncontrollably and panting breaths escaping in little helpless whimpers, looking overwhelmed and dazed but also very, VERY happy- ...nah, 'cause I think it's pretty fuckin' obvious who's the better lay.