Tearing another ragged bite from the large piece of meat he's clutching with both hands, Luffy stares across the makeshift cooking pit where they've deposited enough burning debris to spit-roast the enormous chunks of dragon that his swordsman sliced from the beast's carcass after they'd brought it down together. He can't tear his gaze from the older pirate's bare torso as they sit devouring a portion of their kill, his eyes greedily tracing the curves of thick muscle outlined by flickering flames and gleaming with sweat and traces of dragon's blood. Recognizing the roiling sensation in his lower belly no longer stems from hunger for food alone but also from hunger for his half-naked boyfriend as well.
While he watches, Zoro sinks sharp teeth into his own slab of meat and rips free a long strip that sends juice streaming down his chin to dribble onto his pectorals. One of the heavier splatters succumbs to gravity and begins to run down his chest, trickling all the way to his left nipple, where it separates into individual droplets that each hang suspended from the stiffening bud for a moment or two before gathering enough substance to break free and fall.
Feeling the confines of his shorts shrinking as his dick stiffens, the captain inhales sharply at the sight- and promptly chokes on the huge, poorly chewed mouthful he's forgotten to swallow.
Usopp, who's refused to join the impromptu feast despite them repeatedly urging him to sit down and share the butchered meat once it's been cooked over the fire, promptly panics in response to Luffy's sudden gurgles of distress and starts ranting about the perils of eating random-ass, potentially poisonous reptilian monsters when the crew's doctor isn't around to deal with the consequences, while Zoro looks up from his meal, brow slightly furrowed with concern as he too tries to determine exactly what's happened. Robin, however, simply sprouts an arm from the ground behind Luffy to pat him on the back while hiding a bemused smile behind one slender hand, and the rubber man realizes with a start that she's been watching him watch Zoro and that she understands EXACTLY why he's suffered such an abrupt and- at least for him- unusual malfunction.
With her assistance- and following a few coughs and determined attempts to clear his throat- he manages to bolt down the offending bite of meat anaconda-style and, swiping his forearm across his mouth to remove a bit of escaping drool, watches as the archaeologist leads the sniper away, the two of them towing that bizarre but utterly hilarious pair of animated legs along in their wake. They're supposedly going for a walk to make a survey of whatever's beyond the dragon's gutted corpse, at least according to Robin, although Luffy's almost positive he saw her wink in his direction before asking Usopp to accompany her as "protection" from whatever else might be out there, so it's also possible she's just doing him and his boyfriend a favor. Giving them a little one-on-one time.
Which he and his dick certainly don't mind, and evidently Zoro shares this sentiment as well, because as soon as they're alone-
"Oi, Sencho," his swordsman calls to him from across the crackling fire. "You forget how to swallow or somethin'?" The older pirate's grease-smeared lips curve into a predatory smirk- and it dawns on Luffy that Robin wasn't the only one aware of his intense scrutiny. Not only has Zoro been conscious of the captain's eyes on him this entire time, but it seems his careless table manners have actually been a deliberate act of temptation.
One that's worked a little too well. The captain winces, adjusting the crotch of his shorts. "Only 'cause Zoro's bein' a big tease gettin' his tits all messy ON PURPOSE."
Seeing the reason for his agitation, Zoro favors him with a smile that promises ALL KINDS of carnal possibilities. "... but technically… I'm only a tease if I don't follow through… right?"
It takes Luffy a few seconds to process what this means, but as soon as the last puzzle piece clicks into place and he realizes that he does indeed have a very good chance at getting laid, he's on his feet and leaving one sandal behind as he sprints around the fire pit to launch himself directly at his swordsman's juice-splattered tits, knocking him flat on his back.
"Goddamn it, Sencho- be careful!" But despite the admonishment, Zoro's still grinning- and not just grinning but also reaching out to pull him close. Laughing deep in his throat, so the sound reverberates through his broad chest. "Oi, now you're the one makin' the fuckin' mess, y'kno-"
Momentarily ignoring the chunks of dragon meat being crushed between their bare pectorals, spilling additional hot juice everywhere and transferring a truly alarming amount of grease onto everything it comes in contact with, Luffy darts his head forward to run his tongue across his lover's slick lips. Groaning as his taste buds encounter the same spicy flavor that's smeared across his own chin, but with something else- something familiar and uniquely ZORO beneath it. "Hhh- Zoro tastes REALLY GOOD…"
"C'mere," his first mate demands in a low growl, one hand cradling his cheek to draw him into a voracious kiss that uses too much tongue and too much teeth and is just absolutely PERFECT. Making him melt into the arms tightening around him, rendered boneless and groaning in delight as Zoro explores the cavern of his mouth with an insistence that borders on violence and causes the bubble of excitement in his lower belly to expand.
He drops the meat he's been continuing to clutch absentmindedly in one hand and reaches for Zoro's pectorals instead, fingers gliding across the slippery skin until he's cradling one massive tit with each palm and squeezing. Kneading the heavy muscle enthusiastically while his thumbs stroke firm circles around broad areolas and nipples that harden rapidly beneath his touch. He flicks those firm pebbles, pinches and tugs and rolls them between his fingers until Zoro's panting into his mouth, too distracted to keep kissing him so aggressively.
His boyfriend's hips have begun to slowly rise and fall beneath him, erect cock eagerly prodding his body in desperate search of friction. As he becomes aware of the firm flesh nudging against him, his mind conjures a lurid series of images, of taking his swordsman's shaft in one greasy hand and stroking up and down its length until it protrudes rigid and shiny slick from his groin. Ready for either his mouth or his ass- he can't decide. Maybe both, one after the other, and THAT thought makes him moan into Zoro's mouth.
He hauls hard on the older pirate's nipples, only to have them unexpectedly slip from between his fingertips, and Zoro responds to the sudden release by tensing under him, crying out against his parted lips and snapping his hips upwards with increased desperation.
Intrigued, Luffy does it again. Leaning back this time to study his handiwork and seeing that the sensitive tissue has become a vivid pink, his partner's pecs heaving with exertion and his head tipped back with his throat bared. With his throat EXPOSED, and it takes Luffy some time to comprehend that the urgent whine he's hearing isn't coming from Zoro- it's emerging from his own chest. Zoro trusts me so much- SO MUCH… to just- leave his head back like that… His mouth floods with saliva, his jaws aching to latch onto that vulnerable spot and bite, bite, bite. To leave his mark in a location that's so readily visible.
Reluctantly, he returns his attention to Zoro's tits- and almost immediately loses himself in them. Lowering his head to lick and suck- and, yes, bite- at scar tissue and nipples alike, savoring the faint but distinct taste of his first mate's flesh mingled with the stronger flavors of tangy meat and salty sweat. The occasional hint of copper when his tongue unexpectedly encounters a smear of blood, residue from the spray produced by katana slicing smoothly through a scaly hide.
"Ohhh fuck," Zoro breathes, squirming fitfully under him. "Sencho- Sencho, pleeease…"
Luffy fastens his mouth around the tip of first one pectoral and then the other, alternating between them until he's drawn both nipples into hard, wet points with increasing suction. Exchanging fingers for lips, he resumes pinching and squeezing as he continues downwards, using his firm hold on Zoro's tits to raise each high enough to reach their undersides. Eagerly exploring the deep crevices beneath them with slathering sweeps of his tongue. Rubbing his face against the taut muscle as he fondles his lover with increasing fervor, growing more and more agitated by the taste and scent of his body, until all at once he finds himself with his mouth fastened on the curve of one pec, sucking hard enough to raise an instantaneous bruise.
To his astonishment, his boyfriend doesn't swat him in outrage or even scold him about the vivid- and rather large- reddish-purple mark he leaves behind when he eventually resumes meandering south. Zoro just stares at him through one half-lidded eye, breathing hard through parted lips, face heavily flushed and the fingers of one hand tangled in the rubber man's dark locks. Palm applying gentle but unrelenting pressure to the top of his head as it urges him lower. "You- you gonna s-suck me off, Captain?"
"Mmm-aybe I could do that," Luffy replies in a husky sing-song voice. "Only-" He casts a skeptical look up at his swordsman. "-didn't Zoro say I forgot how to swallow?"
"I didn't MEAN that- IT WAS JUST A JOKE!" Zoro protests, obviously quite distressed by the prospect of NOT getting his cock sucked. "-'n besides, you know you don't HAVE TO swallow if you don't wanna, right? I mean, you can always spit the jizz out or- or-"
He sounds so uncharacteristically needy- and so absolutely FLUMMOXED by Luffy's response- that the captain bursts into laughter, slumping forward to face-plant into his tits.
Out of the corner of one eye, he notices his elbow's about to clip the uneaten chunks of dragon still resting on Zoro's midsection, snagged on the folds in the coat tied around his waist, and he makes a wild grab in their direction, securing both before they can tumble to the ground. Not that some dirt's really going to hurt anything; at worst, whatever can't be brushed off will just make the meat a little crunchy, and it's not like he and his first mate haven't eaten stuff with dirt on it before. But in the last couple of minutes, an idea's been forming in his head that involves at least one of the pieces, and he's pretty sure Zoro won't be too happy with him if it's all gritty and nasty if- no, WHEN- he executes the plan he's got in mind.
As Luffy sits up carefully clutching the armload of meat to his chest, the older pirate sprawled beside him gives an exasperated-sounding sigh and rolls his head to the side to fix him with his good eye. "Seriously, Sencho, if you're really still that hungry, just- go ahead 'n eat, okay?" He reaches down to tug his sash and the flaps of his coat aside so he can undo his trousers, freeing an erection that's leaking heavily from the tip. "But lemme know when you're done 'n wanna get back to screwin' around, 'cause-" He curls his fingers around his shaft and gives a tentative stroke. "I don't- ah- I don't think this hard-on's goin' anywhere anytime soon…"
"Zoro's so HORNY!" Luffy crows, eyeing the thick bead of pre-cum dangling from the crown of his swordsman's cock. "Like- he's always at least a little horny after a good fight, but right now he's really SUPER DUPER horny."
"C'mon, we- we killed a fuckin' D-DRAGON, Sencho." Perspiration shimmering on his chest and stomach, Zoro's flexing his hips, thrusting forcefully into his clenched fist. "Killed it t-together 'n-" He breaks off panting, his mouth twisting into a slight scowl, likely because his sweat's proving to be an extremely poor lubricant. Lacking the consistency of oil- or water-based lube or spit or cum, it's hampering his efforts more than it's helping them. "-w-we're eatin' the damn-" He makes an aggravated noise and releases himself, only to deliver a rough slap to the rigid flesh out of pure frustration. A blow that leaves it bobbing mid-air, slightly reddened and dripping clear fluid on his lower belly. An act startles the hell out of Luffy with its complete lack of stoicism.
Concerned, he tucks the bundle of meat under one arm to give himself a free hand and reaches out to take hold of Zoro's cock himself. His fingers and palm are slick with grease, his fist gliding easily down the shaft, and evidently it's close enough to the degree of friction the other man was struggling to achieve that it makes him moan, boot-clad heels digging into the dirt as his pelvis begins to buck until he's driving himself upwards again and again. Frantically fucking the tight pocket the captain's created with his clenched fingers.
"Oh god, Luff, that's- uhn-uhn- that's it, that's exac-exactly what I n-need to-!"
Stirred by the noises escaping his lover and the sight of him moving with such desperation, Luffy's own erection gives an eager twitch, reminding him that it's still trapped within his shorts. He ignores it for the moment, eyes on the heavy trickle of pre-cum spilling into his fingers. Zoro's not only super horny but he's leakin' A LOT too- 'n his dick's- Gaze darting to his swordsman's sweat-drenched torso, then trailing upwards to examine his excessively flushed pectorals, neck and face. The beads of sweat clinging to his forehead and temples. No- no, it's not just his dick- ALL of 'im's hot. Way hotter than he should be, even with all the fires 'n stuff.
He remembers how spicy Zoro's mouth had tasted when they kissed… and recalls how he- how BOTH of them, honestly- started getting so intensely aroused not after they'd KILLED the dragon- but only after they'd started EATING it. His gaze flicks down to the meat beneath his arm. Could that be it? Is the meat they've been eating some sort of afro-dizzy- afro- ugh- one of those things that's supposed to make you horny if you eat it? Kinda like oysters- at least according to Sanji, who's always adamantly refused to serve them to either him or Zoro. Insisting they're already too much of a sexual menace without getting extra fired up by tipping a serving of that particular type of shellfish down their throats.
Zoro's moaning again, thrusting wildly into his hand, and the sounds he's making in addition to the sticky moisture collecting in the creases of the rubber man's palm each time his partner's glans slides across it quickly drag Luffy's attention back to the present- and what may or may not be a serious dilemma.
He once again considers the meat he's holding, a bit more dubiously this time… and then shrugs and shoves the larger of the two chunks into his mouth, giving a few perfunctory chews before gulping it down. Figuring he's eaten enough already that a little more isn't going to hurt, especially when neither of them are actually SICK or anything- just ridiculously desperate to cum. And besides, he would've felt bad wasting the rest after Zoro took the time to cut and help cook all of it. Plus it'll only take one piece of meat for the surprise he's got in mind.
Okay, okay- and because, sex-drug food or not, it's turned out that barbecued dragon tastes really good and he WANTS to keep eating it.
He squeezes the meat he's still holding. The dragon meat, not Zoro's meat, although there's something very entertaining about the fact he's literally got meat- albeit two very different sorts of meat- in both fists right now. Valiantly resisting the urge to share this amusing coincidence with Zoro, who's likely more interested in getting off than listening to his dumb jokes, he squeezes the piece he's saved harder and looks on with satisfaction as juice promptly begins to dribble from it, running down his wrist and forearm to drip from his elbow. And it's still pretty warm too. Perfect.
Zoro starts to protest when he lets go, reaching out to stop him, but the whine of dismay abruptly rises to a yelp of alarm and confusion when Luffy gleefully slaps the entire portion of meat- more a slab than a chunk, which is why he kept THIS one and not the other- around his swordsman's cock, wrapping most of its length in a layer of juicy, greasy warmth.
"Lu-Luffy- WHAT THE FUCK-? WHAT'RE Y-"
"Hold still!" It takes both hands to get a good grip and prevent the meat from unraveling, which is certainly awkward, but Luffy's NOT passing up the opportunity to experiment with food. To experiment with MEAT in particular, because although they've dabbled with foodplay in the past- most notably during their stay on Water Seven, when they'd picked up a few essentials like strawberries and whipped cream and flavored massage oil in addition to the other stuff they'd gotten from the sex toy shop- they've never done anything with MEAT. But now, when Sanji's not here to yell about his lack of respect for food and Zoro's probably too horny to put up much of a fight? Ohhh, yeah- they're doing this. They are SO doing it.
Before his boyfriend can wiggle out of his grasp, Luffy tightens his grip on the unusual sandwich he's created, squeezing until warm juice begins to trickle down the base of Zoro's shaft and across the portion of his balls visible in the gap of his open fly. Biting his lower lip, gaze locked on the older pirate's bewildered expression, he slides the rudimentary cock sleeve first up- then down.
Zoro cries out, eye widening and hands scrabbling in the dirt on either side of him. "LU-!" His back bows as Luffy strokes him again. "OH, ohhh, what the fuck- what- the fuck? No-no-no way, this sh-shouldn't- feel so- FUCKING GOOD!" But even as he's stammering in disbelief, his overheated body's beginning to respond instinctively- and with great enthusiasm- to this bizarre new experience. His hips squirm, rocking his pelvis tentatively at first and then with increasing ardor as he registers the slick warmth hugging his cock. "Se-Sencho, wha- what the hell…" He's trying to look in two places at once- desperate to meet Luffy's eyes but unable to stop staring at his groin and the meat he's now actively thrusting into while it's held firmly in place around him. "Oh- oh my god. OH MY GOD."
"Shishishi! I knew Zoro would like this!"
"-'m not- sure if- uhn-uhn-uhn-! Oh! Mmgh! L-Like might not be- the right w-word," his first mate groans, fingertips hooking into claws and digging into the ground- but the steady rhythm he's found doesn't falter. "G-Gonna- gonna c-cum- no problem, but- uhnnn-uh- sh-shit, Sencho, this- is- hhh-hhh- ah- so- fuckin' WEIRD!"
"It DOES feel good though, right?" Twisting his torso sideways, the captain manages to stretch himself far enough up Zoro's shuddering, heaving body to kiss his gaping mouth without releasing his cock. "-'n you'll tell me if it doesn't? 'Cause we can stop if it really doesn't feel good or you think it's too w-"
"N-No! No, it's just-" That single eye rolls to look up at him, lashes fluttering. "Luff? Wh-What the fuck's- goin' on? I feel- I don't- feel right. I got- got really h- hhh- mmn- nnngh!"
It's unclear whether Zoro's attempting to say "hot" or "horny" when his words dissolve into panting and grunts and groans, but Luffy supposes it doesn't really matter because in the end, they're basically the same. "I think the dragon messed us up pretty bad. When we ate it, I mean." Seeing the flicker of concern in his swordsman's eye, he kisses him again. "No, I'm okay! Well, mostly okay. I'm really, really hard 'n it feels a lil' like I pissed my pants 'cause my dick won't quit leakin' but I'll be fine. Zoro got it worse."
"Feels- feels like- I'm- on fuckin' fire," Zoro pants. "Gotta- c-cum so- goddamn bad!" Closing his eye, he clenches his teeth and starts bucking harder, lunging upwards so violently that he nearly rips the meat straight out of Luffy's grasp.
"Zoro, wait!" he protests, fumbling to adjust the placement of his fingers, but it's pretty clear from how frantic his movements have become, Zoro CAN'T wait- and he can't stop either. Like he said, he needs to cum.
Scooting closer so he's leaning over his lover, Luffy pushes the meat lower around him until it's pressed against the base of his shaft, leaving his glans and the inch or two of the flesh below it exposed and jutting into the open air. He forces Zoro's pelvis down in the process, pinning his buttocks against the ground, and then quickly- before the older pirate can register that he can't move and begins to struggle- ducks to take the tip of his cock in his mouth. Licking away the fresh moisture welling from the slit before beginning to bob his head while using both hands to grip the meat more tightly around Zoro and pump it rapidly up and down.
Lips pursed snugly around the hot, velvety-soft skin hiding an inner core of steel, he takes as much of his boyfriend into his mouth as he can reach without jamming his own hands down his gullet as well, tongue slathering against the underside of the shaft and flicking into the sensitive hollow beneath the rounded head. His eyelids have fallen nearly three-quarters shut and he's drooling as he eagerly sucks and laps and nibbles, because ZORO. TASTES. SO. DAMN. GOOD.
The spicy tang of the juice wrung from the dragon meat is definitely shouting the loudest to Luffy's taste buds, but he can also detect that same saltiness as when he fastened his mouth on Zoro's sweaty tits as well as the subtle taste of Zoro himself, and the three of these have been joined by the milder bitter-sweetness of pre-cum. A subtle flavor that teases the captain's palate whenever another drop or thin trickle escapes Zoro's cock to slip across his tongue.
The noises emerging from his swordsman's throat have become utterly incomprehensible, an endless string of helpless moans and sighs and gasps and groans. Squirming and writhing beneath the suction of Luffy's mouth, Zoro may not have the leverage necessary to buck his hips while he's being held down, but he's trying nonetheless, his abdominal muscles clenching and relaxing repeatedly while his pelvis undulates in continuous rolling motions. Shifting his shaft back and forth through the sleeve of meat and his dribbling tip in and out of Luffy's mouth through his parted lips.
Breathing through his nose, the rubber man swirls his tongue around and around Zoro's glans as though he's licking the melting contents of a particularly tasty cone of ice cream, a hum of contentment rising from the back of his throat.
His boyfriend's ragged breathing catches in response to the sudden vibration, and the previously even rhythm of his short thrusts degrades into frenzied humping. A strangled growl explodes from behind his bared teeth, which he's gritting again as his head tips back and his hooked fingers claw furrows in the dirt.
He's so close, Luffy thinks, drooling more heavily on the cock in his mouth. Gotta help 'im cum, then maybe he'll calm down a lil'... Calm down- and hopefully return the favor, because the captain's own erection has become so stiff, he's starting to have difficulty concentrating. Every last inch of him aches, from his copiously leaking tip to his throbbing base to the part of his dick that's embedded deeper within his groin. His balls feel too hot and too heavy, swollen with the need for relief, and he curses his lack of a third hand; if only he could get his fly open and his shorts down, stop the irritating rub of wet denim against his over-sensitized flesh and give himself a few firm strokes. His constricted length tries to twitch, straining uselessly, and he utters a muffled groan. Ohhh man- if I don't get off soon, I think I'm gonna explode! No wonder Zoro said he needs to cum so bad…
He strokes his first mate harder, faster. Increases his suction and the bobbing motions of his head. Seeking the slit in Zoro's crown, he uses his abilities to adjust his tongue's tip, lengthening and narrowing and stiffening the wet muscle until he can slip it inside to wriggle downwards, penetrating the hole in Zoro's cock the same way he penetrated the one between his buttocks not so long ago. Hoping it feels as good for Zoro as it felt for him that afternoon on Rusukaina when he tried this trick on himself during a break from training.
Evidently it does. Zoro ROARS his name, head thrashing side-to-side and body spasming. The erratic movements of his pelvis intensify, and when Luffy gives an unintentional bark of surprised and delighted laughter, sending vibrations straight down his tongue into the narrow channel in which it's embedded, he bucks his hips so hard, he manages to raise his buttocks completely clear of the ground and nearly throws Luffy off him.
Oh- oh, he's- Sensing his boyfriend's impending orgasm by the sudden tensing of his frame, he begins to suck furiously, pumping Zoro's shaft as fast as his fingers can manage. Squirming his tongue in and out of the opening in the glans until Zoro's thrashing beneath him, cursing and begging to be allowed to cum, until all at once he tastes that familiar hot bitter-sweet fluid, first only at his tongue's tip but then rushing upwards, rising over and past it to burst free from Zoro's cock, the high pressure behind the thin stream splattering it against the roof of his mouth. Ah- there- FINALLY… that's gotta feel so, sooo good… Swallowing what he can but it seems like there's just SO MUCH of it- or maybe this is actually the usual amount and he's simply too horny to be coordinated enough to suck it all down. Zoro's always been a lot better at this. Mmm, maybe he'll blow ME after I'm done doin' HIM. I better make extra sure I don't accidentally bite his dick or anything…
He allows the jizz he's not fast enough to swallow to escape his mouth and run down his swordsman's cock, where it collects in the meat sleeve still wrapped around the base of the shaft and starts making the absolute DIRTIEST-sounding, absolute BEST-sounding "schlick-schlick-schlick" as he continues stroking, movements repeatedly coating Zoro's length in slippery wetness, and it MUST feel good because Zoro's positively LOSING HIS MIND. Convulsing and shuddering and crying out "OH-OH-OH-OH-OH!" Each "OH!" accompanying another pulse of hot cum, and these VERBAL ejaculations are so loud, Luffy's sure Robin and Usopp can probably hear him yelling from wherever they've wandered. Hell, maybe the others can hear him too, all the way back where the ship's docked, because he doesn't think he's EVER heard Zoro make this much noise during sex.
The obscene gloopy sounds of the excess cum, Zoro's vociferous climax, his own gulping and gasping and hums of satisfaction- all of it goes straight to the younger pirate's groin, making his dick throb unbearably, and suddenly he can't take it anymore, can't wait for his lover to finish blowing his load let alone wait for him to recover enough to suck him off.
Relegating one hand to the difficult task of keeping the meat in motion, Luffy tears at his fly with the other. Raking his shorts down so frantically that he almost falls headlong over Zoro as he struggles out of them and allowing the still-pulsing cock to slip free of his lips with a moist pop, he swings one leg over his partner's hips so he's squatting above his groin. And directs his own erection down, pressing his dick into the cum-slicked meat alongside Zoro's jerking shaft before seizing the entire mess with two hands again and beginning to thrust.
Beneath him, Zoro's unfocused gaze struggles to find his face. "Luuuff- oh- my god-" His trembling hands rise to caress the captain's shoulders and neck, his heaving pectorals gleaming in the firelight as he pants through the tail-end of his orgasm. "H-How- how the h-hell are you- so- fuckin' HARD?"
"Hurts-" Luffy grunts back, struggling to both maintain his balance and continue bucking his hips at such an odd angle. "Z-Zoro- was right-" He buries as much of his dick in the sleeve they're sharing as he can fit inside it, until he feels his tip bumping his first mate's pubis, and tries rolling his hips instead. To his disappointment, remaining upright isn't any easier- and now he's not getting the friction his body's demanding. "Goddamn it, I gotta CUM!"
"H-Here-" Moving slowly to avoid knocking him on his ass, Zoro sits up and finds a relatively clean section of his coat to wipe his hands. He gestures for the meat. "Gimme that- uh, that- THING."
"Don't-"
"I'm not- gonna run off with it, dumbass- I'm just- I'll hang onto it while- while you fuck it. Okay?"
Warily, Luffy allows him to take over holding the meat, and when he's sure Zoro's not going to fling their temporary toy into the nearby fire pit despite the expression of disgusted fascination on his face, he shifts so he's clinging to the older pirate's shoulders and peering down between their bodies where their shafts are penetrating opposite ends of the dripping sleeve grasped in Zoro's hands. He bites his lower lip and gives a cautious thrust and then another, less tentative this time, and another and another and another, sighing in relief and allowing instinct to take over.
"You really do get me into some of the weirdest shit," Zoro mutters. He's also gazing down at their groins, mostly to glower at the object he's clutching between them, although his eye occasionally strays to watch with poorly disguised hunger as Luffy's dick slides in and out, shaft glistening with juice and cum.
"Was- Zor- Zoro's- idea too."
"EATING IT, sure, Sencho- not FUCKING IT."
Closing his eyes and letting his head fall forward so it's resting on his boyfriend's collarbone, Luffy rocks faster. "Still- still c-came. Came- a lot!" He groans, digging his fingertips into Zoro's shoulders and upper back, nails leaving shallow welts when his grasp on the sweat-dampened flesh slips. "Nnngh… I wanna- I wanna cum too, Zoro. I need to- uhn-uhn-!"
"Oi-" Hands already occupied, Zoro nuzzles behind his ear to get his attention. Nosing insistently at his cheekbone and temple until he lifts his head, then kisses his panting mouth. "I got you, Sencho." Kisses him again, more thoroughly this time. "Whatever this shit is, it eases up big-time once you get off." Tongue gently sliding across his lower lip. "You just gotta hang in there for a lil' longer…"
"-g-gotta cum," Luffy moans, only dimly aware of the beads of sweat beginning to form on his bare skin but very conscious of the hot ache in his groin. "Zoro? Z-Zoro- please-!"
"Guess it took longer to hit you, huh? Hell if I know why, since you definitely ate way damn more than me, but- oi-oi-oi- here- lemme pull out, make this a lil' easier since I came already. I'm gettin' too soft now anyway. Shhh shhhhhh, I got you, Luff. I'm right here, 'kay?"
As Zoro's spent member slips free, he tightens his grip, and the captain cries out as the pressure around his shaft increases, squeezing and massaging his overheated flesh as it begins to work back and forth on his dick in strokes that supplement the movements of his hips. Zoro murmurs encouragement to him between kisses, some so soft they're nothing but a gentle brushing of lips, others deep and fierce enough to momentarily take his labored breath away. Tongue alternately tracing the curve of his mouth so lightly he's unsure it's really there- and darting inside to caress and writhe against his own in a wet tangle, sharing the mingled tastes of meat and salt and semen. Clearly unbothered that he's discovering the remnants of his own cum as he explores Luffy's mouth, and knowing this makes the younger pirate moan and respond with ardent kisses of his own, employing lips and tongue and teeth as he clutches Zoro tighter. His thrusts gradually increasing in speed and intensity until he's hanging around his neck, exhalations leaving his lungs in helpless sobs.
"You're gonna cum, Sencho," Zoro croons to him before planting yet another kiss at the corner of his parted, gasping lips. "Gonna cum for me, real damn hard, 'n it's gonna feel sooo good."
"Zor-! Zoro!" The pressure's building in his lower belly, hot and urgent and so intense that it's almost unbearable. He grimaces, eyes squeezed tightly shut, his heartbeat throbbing in his groin, his neck and chest, even in his skull. His body demanding release so zealously that he's light-headed, reeling with the need to reach climax. "C-Close- I'm so-!"
"Cum for me, Luff, 'n I'll suck your cock clean after. Deep-throat you 'til you work up another load- 'n you can do whatever you want with it," his swordsman promises. "Make me swallow it or shoot it all over my tits. Or you can bend me over 'n use my ass as your cum-dump."
Eyes flying open wide in response to Zoro's crude phrasing and the flurry of positively pornographic mental images it inspires, Luffy slams his pelvis forward with a sharp cry, dick jumping and pulsing as the first spurt exits its tip. It joins the mess already trapped in the sleeve, producing an audible squelching sound when he delivers the next thrust.
"Yeahhh, that's it, Sencho- oh fuck, that's so fuckin' hot!" Zoro's tongue swipes across his parted lips, his gritted teeth. "Bet my hole makes noises like that too, once you've fucked me all super loose and sloppy." Biting gently at his lower lip, tugging and worrying it between teeth he knows could easily tear it from his face, and he shudders, loins discharging another powerful jet of cum. "Mmm, you're cummin' so hard… feels good to finally let it out, doesn't it? Damn, you were right though- that lizard sure fucked our shit up…"
Luffy can't reply- can't respond save continuing to utter loud "UHN-UHN-UHN-UHN-UHN"s as he batters the piece of meat wrapped tight around his shaft, pumping furiously into the sodden, dripping tunnel. Picturing Zoro's ass beneath him, cheeks widely spread and sphincter gaping to present the slick red lining of the inner walls. A quaking tunnel three-quarters full of semi-translucent fluid- full of Luffy's own cum- and eagerly awaiting his next load. "UHN-UHN- Z-ZORO! ZORO! Z-!" His voice cracks and his next few cries emerge as nothing more than "-ORO! UHN-UHN-UHN- OR-ORO- ORO!"
"Right here, Luff. I'm right here, 'n I got you. Forever 'n always, Sencho." Pressing brief but passionate kisses to the corner of his mouth, the old scar beneath his eye. Freeing a hand to rub his lower back and the top of his buttocks. "Oi- think you can stand up? Kinda want you to finish on my tits 'fore I start suckin' your cock."
Panting, Luffy staggers to his feet, choking on a whimper as he reluctantly draws back. His dick slides from the snug, slippery warmth to spring free and wobble erect in mid-air, its departure accompanied by a small gush of cum. Standing over Zoro, straddling the green-haired pirate's thighs and steadying himself with a hand on his left shoulder, he takes his twitching length in the opposite hand and directs the final spurts of his waning orgasm onto his partner's pectorals. Then, crowding in close to slide his tip up the wet valley of his first mate's cleavage until his entire shaft's resting on his chest and his balls are pressed tight against it as well, he slips his fingers into the other man's spiky locks, takes a firm hold- and tugs.
Zoro ducks his chin without breaking eye contact, watching avidly for a reaction as he extends his tongue to swirl it heavily over the tip nudging towards his mouth. His hands, now empty, rise to squeeze his tits together, pressing the firm swells tighter around Luffy, trapping him in the slick channel.
For a moment the captain forgets to breathe, pulse thrumming furiously in his throat as his lover's lips hover above the saliva- and cum-coated crown of his dick. The warm air escaping his swordsman's mouth tickles the sensitive flesh, making him shiver as gooseflesh ripples over his bare skin. "Wh- what's Zoro waiting for-?"
"I... just… wanted to look for a second…" Zoro murmurs, still gazing up at him, voice throaty and tone unexpectedly subdued. "At you, Sencho." His expression's difficult to read, but there's something about the look on his face that makes Luffy suddenly very uncertain of his own balance, even with the older pirate's torso currently supporting most of his weight. There's a weakness in his legs that he's only ever associated with being submersed or with coming into direct contact with seastone, as though his knees might simply buckle, spilling him into Zoro's lap.
Neither one of these elements is in evidence now, however, so there's really no reason he ought to be feeling this way, but-
Heart stuttering in his chest, he swallows hard as his boyfriend- gaze never leaving his- presses the gentlest of kisses to the dome of his glans. A gesture he should probably find ridiculous but that sends a flurry of butterflies dancing and cavorting throughout his stomach and coaxes his first mate's name from his constricted throat in a soft moan.
"Kaizoku-Ou," Zoro calls back, the title emerging in a deep, rumbling growl that prompts the gossamer wings fluttering in Luffy's gut to surge into a riotous whirlwind of giddy excitement.
His right hand relaxes its grip on Zoro's hair and drops to cradle his cheek, trembling thumb tracing the thin scar sealing his left eye's lids as he wonders- not for the first time and likely far from the last- about the events behind the loss. Zoro's been decidely closed-mouth regarding this, saying only that "it really sucked 'til I got used to it" and "sorta makes me look more pirate-y, huh" in response to the crew's questions, and Luffy hasn't pressed for the full story, figuring if it's important, his swordsman will explain what happened in his own time.
That hasn't stopped him from being curious, of course.
Zoro tilts his head, nuzzling into the hand clasping his face, turning slightly to brush his lips against its palm. Single eye still focused on the captain's face, gaze so intense he can't look away. Burning into him like a brand. Mine. He's MINE. Zoro's mine 'n I'm Zoro's, no matter how many scars either of us get.
He lowers his hand to cup his lover's jaw, thumb now tracing the curve of his lower lip, and Zoro's tongue tip flickers out to meet it. Gliding moist over the pad before retreating so he can close his mouth over the entirety of the digit, warm and wet and sucking.
The gesture breaks whatever tenuous moment's hanging between them; Luffy groans, hooking his thumb into the inside of his partner's cheek and dragging his head down while thrusting his hips forward. Pressing his tip into the thin crack he's holding open between Zoro's lips and pushing, watching with heart pounding as his length begins to slowly disappear inside.
Zoro opens wider to take him in, leaning forward to help ease the rigid flesh to the back of his throat then down it. His hands have abandoned his pectorals to settle on the rubber man's hips instead, reeling him in, and Luffy's more than happy to let himself be caught.
His balls bump Zoro's chin when he eventually comes to rest, fully buried in the wet, sucking heat of the older pirate's mouth and throat. Breath escaping in short, harsh gasps that are close to sobs because while the meat now laying discarded somewhere below might've felt pretty nice around his dick and had proved an interesting diversion that he wouldn't mind repeating, it doesn't even come close to how good it feels to have Zoro's mouth wrapped around him and tongue slathering the underside of his shaft and throat squeezing his glans. The meat didn't make his toes curl involuntarily and his inner thighs tremble.
Panting, he reaches down with his free hand to push that thumb between Zoro's lips as well, hooking it into the cheek he hasn't already anchored tight to his body. Holding his boyfriend's face flush with his groin so he can't easily pull away and savoring the sensation of being completely engulfed from tip to root, although he's also watching carefully for any sign that his actions aren't appreciated.
Zoro raises an eyebrow, clearly curious what he's got in mind, and tests his grip. Not making any actual effort to break free but simply giving a token tug or two, his hands remaining clasped in the small of the younger pirate's back. When Luffy hangs on, forcing him to choose between surrender or continuing to pull and risk bruising the corners of his mouth, his expression brightens with keen interest and he gives a firm squeeze with both arms to indicate he understands the nature of the silent challenge that's been issued. A battle of wills, yes, but more importantly a battle of self-control: one lover's need to move versus the other's need to breathe. And until either he or Luffy breaks and admits defeat, he'll be required to kneel here with his gaping mouth serving as a cockwarmer for the future Pirate King.
It's the glimmer in his remaining eye- an unwavering flicker of hot anticipation- that makes the captain realize Zoro isn't merely alright with the prospect of being used this way, he's seriously aroused by it as well. So he's not at all surprised when one of hands clutching his back abruptly falls away and his swordsman's stance shifts, only for a hectic flush to begin rising in his face a few moments later, spreading across his cheeks all the way from the bridge of his nose to the tips of his ears.
He's playin' with his dick… Luffy licks his lips, feeling his own member give an unmistakable lurch of excitement within his swordsman's jaws, which have begun to drip with the drool he can't swallow. He knows Zoro will have a more difficult time holding his breath while he's stroking himself but that he's doing it anyway in hopes of tempting his partner into losing control before his need for air becomes too desperate… and it's working. Even now, he's squirming his hips, barely resisting the urge to start thrusting.
Throat impaled on his shaft, Zoro GURGLES laughter at his distress, and he groans as the wet flesh encasing him convulses and vibrates, already aware he's fighting a losing battle. Knowing he's ABSOLUTELY DOOMED when the hand still clasping his back slides down to squeeze one of his buttocks- and then slips a couple exploratory fingers into his crack to stroke the puckered ring of his anus.
"O-Oi, Zooorooo- c'mon, that- that's not fair!"
He's greeted with a hum of indifference that sends tremors through his inner thighs and one of the digits circling his hole begins to apply pressure in its center, threatening to breach him. Face steadily darkening with effort, Zoro stares up at him, eye now half-lidded in pleasure. The fact that he's continuing to stroke himself made evident by the ripple of muscles shifting beneath the skin of his shoulder and bicep.
Luffy whines, rising on his toes as the finger teasing his backdoor worms its way inside, moving in slow rotations to stimulate as much nerve tissue as possible and to coax his rim wide enough to admit a second digit. Seeing the way his first mate's smirking- or rather, TRYING to smirk around the dick in his mouth- he already knows what's coming, although his foresight's not enough to save him when Zoro's fingers crook, locating one particular spot with devastating accuracy and rubbing firm circles over it. Massaging his prostate through the slick wall of his rectum, stimulating him without mercy until his pelvis begins to sway and then to rock and then finally to buck in frantic, helpless lunges.
The arm hooked over his hip tenses, pinning his hips against his first mate's torso as the hand attached to it starts to finger-fuck him furiously, palm slapping hard against his ass each time the fingers dive inside him, making sure to slide heavily over his sweet spot with each pass. He can feel Zoro's chest hitching as his lungs struggle for oxygen and immediately unhooks both thumbs from the corners of his mouth, but even after he's freed, his boyfriend refuses to come off him, nose smashed into his groin and face darkening to a truly alarming shade of red. Every time he tries to draw back - to pull out or just gain enough distance to deliver a decent thrust, he has no idea at this point - the older pirate follows him, keeping their bodies locked together.
The coil of tension building in Luffy's lower belly feels as though it's about to snap when Zoro unexpectedly climaxes first, convulsing so violently he nearly pulls them both to the ground. His entire frame shudders from head to toe as he tries to cry out, and then he's thrashing like a sea king on a fishing hook at the end of the captain's dick, colliding repeatedly with his lower half. Overwhelmed by the intensity of his orgasm but also unable to hold still because his oxygen-starved lungs are spasming, making him writhe uncontrollably.
The sensations caused by his swordsman gagging violently on his shaft- mouth and throat clenching repeatedly while his head jerks back and forth, then tries to throw itself side to side- tips Luffy over the edge. He wails as he cums, length jerking and pulsing, widened eyes fixed on Zoro's contorting face, watching tears roll down one cheek while moisture beads in the corners of the opposite eye's scar-sealed lids.
Zoro tries to swallow and splutters instead, wet ropes of seminal fluid exploding past his writhing lips to spill down his chin onto his heaving, straining pectorals. He's given up fingering Luffy and simply clings to him, fingertips clawing at his buttocks and leaving the skin marked with overlapping red lines as the younger pirate grips scant handfuls of his hair and thrusts wildly between his lips, groaning his name aloud with each frantic, plunging stroke.
He keeps fucking his lover's saliva- and cum-flooded mouth with unrelenting enthusiasm until an unsteady, wet hand claps twice against his upper thigh to signal him to stop.
The moment he withdraws, Zoro pitches forward onto all fours at his feet, head hanging as he alternates between coughing out cum laced with spittle and sucking in enormous gulps of air. Feeling more than a little guilty, he drops down beside him to thump his back. "Is Zoro okay?"
Breathing in ragged gasps, his swordsman looks up, and despite just cumming- and cumming HARD- Luffy's dick gives a lazy twitch, because Zoro's AN ABSOLUTE MESS. His heavily flushed face is dripping tears and fresh ejaculate, his nose is running, and he's positively drenched in sweat, his bare torso and arms slick and shining like his skin's been rubbed down with oil.
As much as he appreciates the sight though, for a split second, Luffy actually debates making a run for it, exhausting as the prospect sounds, because his partner's just staring at him blankly and that CAN'T POSSIBLY be a good sign-
But then the corner of Zoro's mouth curls upwards, revealing that familiar dimple the captain's always pleased to see because dimpled Zoro means happy Zoro, and abruptly he's GRINNING as he eases slowly into a sitting position, still struggling to catch his breath. "H-Holy shit, Luff! I c-came- so- fuckin' hard- I- thought I was- g-gonna PASS OUT."
Realizing he's NOT about to get tied into a ball and bounced around the clearing, Luffy relaxes and begins to laugh. "You got off on not being able to breathe? Zoro, you're so WEIRD!"
"O-Oi- it felt- good, okay? Made me all- light-headed- 'n floaty 'n shit. 'Sides, YOU don't get to judge what's weird, Sencho- not when you had both of us shovin' our dicks into a goddamn piece of meat…"
"Ah- the meat! Where-?"
"Oh, no fucking way in hell, Luffy. Don't even think about it if you ever wanna kiss me again. That's NASTY."
"It's just got cum on it," Luffy protests. "-and I swallowed when I sucked Zoro off, so what's the difference?"
"I don't know but I don't care! The point is, there IS a difference, 'n I don't want your lips all over me after you've been eating cummy meat!"
"... fiiine." He side-eyes his boyfriend, who's using an inner fold of his coat to clean his face. "... y'know, Sanji would be really mad if he knew you were tellin' me to waste food…"
Zoro glares right back, unswayed. "Yeah, he probably would- but I'm also pretty sure he'd wanna FILLET your ass for using the damn thing as a sex toy in the first place. Nice try, but you're not gonna guilt trip me." He pauses to wipe fresh beads of sweat from one temple with his forearm before muttering, "... 'sides, we're lucky that shit wore off so fast, whatever it was, or we might've spent the whole rest of the day- hell, maybe the rest of the WEEK- completely blitzed out of our heads, 'n we don't have time for that. You really wanna take that chance again?"
"Okay, okay!" Luffy huffs, scowling and crossing his arms, thinking that spending the rest of the day fucking sounds just fine, actually. He's somewhat mollified, however, when his first mate rises and pulls him into a hug from behind, lips brushing his ear while murmuring-
"... what if I made it up to you?"
Intrigued, he wriggles around to face Zoro and snuggle deeper into his embrace. "Mmm?"
"C'mon, Sencho- kick that nasty-ass thing into the fire 'n we can talk about it while we get cleaned up 'n get your clothes back on you before Robin 'n Usopp come back."