"Goddamn it, they're loud," Zoro grumbles, opening his eye to glare balefully across the ice-encrusted room to where the other Straw Hats are gesticulating wildly amidst milling children, many of whom are disconcertingly large, and that weird-ass set of legs is dancing about with a samurai's jubilant head balanced on its torso-less waist. "I can't even hear myself THINK."
Luffy, nestled inside the folds of his swordsman stolen coat with his own unbuttoned and spread wide so their bare chests are pressed together, sharing the comfortable pocket of body heat they've created to combat the bitter cold, exhales an unhappy whine into his neck. "Ashimarooo…"
Not willing to uncross the arms propped behind his head to protect it from the rusty pipe he's leaning against, Zoro headbutts him. Not too hard, but not exactly gently either. "Will you quit it, Sencho? You don't NEED another set of legs. One's just fine." He grimaces. "... 'n you 'specially don't need a second set that talks by farting…"
The rubber man lifts his head to display his pouting face. "If I'd kept 'em though, I woulda had TWO dicks to use on Zoro. I coulda-"
"Holy fuck, Luff, keep it DOWN or the kids'll hear you!" Zoro growls. Admittedly he's sort of curious what Luffy intended to propose, but he has standards- even if they might be sort of few and far between- and he's not going to be responsible for letting a bunch of prepubescents get an earful of the kind of shit likely to spill uncensored from his captain's lips when he's thinking with the head below his belt loops rather than the one between his shoulders.
Luffy huffs a bit, chin digging annoyingly into his collarbone, but quickly forgets his irritation in favor of a more pressing issue. "Oi, I'm hungry- got any left?"
They'd still been struggling to pull their disheveled clothing back together upon Robin and Usopp's return from scouting, and prompted by the sniper's demand to know what the hell they'd been doing, Luffy had cheerfully obliged him with an answer. And nothing so simple as "having sex" or "fucking" either, oh no; owing to the complete lack of social filter he's exhibited ever since Zoro came face-to-face with him in that Navy courtyard what now seems like aeons ago, Luffy had related damn near the entire ordeal, including a few too many details for the swordsman's comfort. Revealing enough to hint at what he'd- at what THEY'D- done with the piece of meat he hadn't been permitted to finish, as he'd explained, with animated gestures, his and Zoro's suspicions that the meat had super-charged their libidos.
It'd been Robin, of course, who'd thought to question them regarding exactly WHAT PART of the dragon they'd been eating when they'd become affected. Otherwise they'd never have figured out that most of the meat was completely- or at least relatively- safe, and it was only the heart and potentially the other internal organs that were a problem. Something about nutrient density in offal, and honestly, given the information had come from the crew's historian, well-known for reading anything and everything she could lay hands on, Zoro hadn't even bothered asking questions. He'd cast one glance at Luffy - all pleading eyes and drooling mouth - then shrugged, drawn his swords and gone to work butchering their kill for the second time.
As a result, they'd been able to cook and consume a much larger portion of the dragon. Robin had joined them this time, albeit politely declining the offer of an entire haunch in favor of a single steak that she'd eaten in small, dainty bites, and after a few minutes of watching the three of them closely for signs of rampaging hormones or worse, even Usopp had finally settled down and eaten his fill. Although at first he'd paused from time to time to make what he'd probably thought was a surreptitious examination of whatever piece he was currently holding. He'd turned nearly scarlet when he'd accidentally met Zoro's gaze in a side-long glance cast in his and Luffy's direction, and- realizing why the sniper was combing over the food so meticulously- the first mate had shot him an exasperated glare. Not sure whether to throw something at Usopp for seriously thinking they would've actually served him possibly contaminated meat- or to smack their captain, focused on shoveling meat into his face and oblivious to the drama, for putting such a thought in the other man's head in the first place.
Unfortunately, they'd been forced to abandon the remainder of the carcass when they'd stumbled across the lake at the island's center, but it hadn't been a total loss. Before kicking out the campfire- more out of habit than necessity given everything around them was also on fire- and departing, Luffy had insisted on cramming every available space in their gear full of cooked dragon meat. This had included every pocket of his shorts, the bib of Usopp's overalls, and-
"You can check my haramaki- 'though anything left in there's gonna be pretty soggy after that dip in the lake," Zoro tries to warn his boyfriend, but Luffy's already used his teeth to strip off a glove so he can fish around bare-handed inside the slightly damp band of fabric, letting in entirely too much chilly air and making the older pirate yelp in dismay. "SHIT! YOUR FINGERS ARE FREEZING, LUFFY- WHAT THE FUCK?"
His foul-mouthed outburst earns giggles from a few of the nearest children and frowns from Franky and- no, wait, that's not Franky- that's Nami and THAT'S the cook, not… Nami. Jeez, this body-swapping stuff sure is confusing…
Luffy shoves the scrap of meat he's located into his mouth and chews for a moment or two before swallowing. "Hmmm. Kinda like jerky with all that extra sea salt."
He's about to plunge his hand back inside to dig for more when Zoro intercepts him. Grasping his cold digits between both palms, now equally bare, and rubbing furiously. "Oi, gimme the other one too."
Reluctantly abandoning the search, his captain complies, removing the second glove before surrendering that hand as well.
The swordsman cups both to his mouth and exhales heavily, using his warm breath to drive away the chill. Thumbs massaging his lover's cold-stiffened flesh, he presses a kiss to the pad of each fingertip, grinning at the additional color that abruptly blooms across Luffy's cold-flushed cheeks and nose as his lips meet digit after digit. After all the wild shit he pulled earlier, THAT'S what finally makes him blush. What a dork.
It takes a bit of coaxing, but eventually his partner's hands are warm and pliable in his grasp, and he relaxes his hold, allowing them to escape and resume their investigation of his haramaki now that they're no longer frigid enough to send him leaping into orbit when they come in contact with his own bare skin. Surveying Luffy with tolerant amusement as he pokes methodically into each fold of fabric to make sure he hasn't overlooked a morsel.
When the questing fingers wiggle past the bottom hem and dip straight into his trousers alongside his cock, however, he barks out an "OI!" of startled disapproval and grits his teeth to mutter, "... WRONG meat, Sencho."
Luffy gives him a look that aspires for innocence and falls miserably short. "Is Zoro sure? 'Cause I think there might be a nice big sausage down-" He's cut short by the hand clapping over his mouth, scowls up at his boyfriend, and twists his own hand sideways.
He wouldn't-
But yes, of course he would. He's bored, and if there's one lesson that Zoro's learned time and time again, it's that when his captain doesn't have anything he deems interesting enough to focus his attention on, boredom makes him predictably UNPREDICTABLE and occasionally downright dangerous. How the hell Luffy can be bored NOW, with half the crew's minds and bodies scrambled and the fact Nami's evidently designated them a goddamn daycare and with the weird torso-less samurai capering about, he has no idea, but the fingers wrapped around him are unmistakable.
"Really?" he asks the smirking rubber man, trying to ignore the sudden surge of heat rushing to his groin. "Now?"
"I just wanna make sure it doesn't fall off or anything," Luffy insists, eyes going wide with mock concern. "-'cause of the cold, y'know?" He's begun to gently knead the flesh in his grasp, addressing it the same way Zoro addressed his fingers only a few moments before.
"Sencho-" He inhales sharply as his lover's thumb finds the hollow beneath his tip and rubs slow, firm circles there, stimulating nerves that cause him to swell and stiffen despite his resolve to control his reaction because there's no way in hell they'll get away with this shit. Not here, not NOW.
"Nobody's gonna notice if I play with Zoro a lil'..." Luffy murmurs, breath soft against his neck. He gives it a quick lick, tongue sliding over the first mate's bobbing Adam's apple when he swallows convulsively. "Not with these big, fluffy coats in the way." His teeth graze the same spot, intensifying the tingling caused by wet skin exposed to the cold. "... 'n not if he stays reeeal quiet…"
Shivering at the chill creeping across his saliva-dampened throat to tip-toe with icy steps down his torso, tightening not just his nipples but also the areolas surrounding them, Zoro sifts through the layers of clothing until his hands find his captain's bare back and settle there, alternately clenching and relaxing according to the motions of the fingers grasping him. "You're insatiable- you know that?"
"Your dick's not complaining." Luffy's much quieter now- thank fucking god- his voice almost a whisper. He gives the older pirate's now fully-erect cock a slow stroke, squeezing hard enough to make him bite back a groan. "Oi, Zoro, did you see-"
"Y-Yeah." He takes a deep breath and surrenders to his body's demand for him to move, pelvis nudging forward with a languid roll of his hips that shifts his shaft within the tight tunnel of his partner's fingers. "Trafalgar…" Finding a relaxed rhythm that lets him fuck into Luffy's fist without moving so rapidly that he'll attract attention. "You still trust 'im, after he left them-" A gesture of his chin towards their swapped crew mates, whom he can see Usopp studying with a frown, fingers scratching absentmindedly at his goatee. "-all mixed up like that? 'N cut up the samurai?"
"He didn't KILL anybody though," his captain points out, thumb sliding periodically across his tip to spread the sticky fluid welling from the slit there. "-'n he-"
"-saved your life. Yeah, Sencho, I know." He leans his head forward slightly to rest his temple against Luffy's cheek. Breath speeding up as he thrusts a bit faster, until he's panting softly beside his boyfriend's ear in time to the undulation of his hips. "D-Doesn't mean- he's- gonna be- friendly NOW though. Or w- mmm- wanna be- fuck buddies."
"... 'kay, but it doesn't mean he's not or that he won't, either," Luffy argues. He begins making a light twisting motion with his hand, palm moist with perspiration and pre-cum as he caresses the shaft pumping back and forth through his grip.
"Shit! C-Careful," Zoro hisses, feeling the pressure expanding in his lower belly. "-or you're- g-gonna- make me cum!" Clenching the muscles in his groin, he wrestles a hand between their bodies, closing thumb, forefinger and middle finger on himself and applying firm pressure just in time to prevent disaster. The spasms of pleasure that jolt his frame are strong enough that he needs to bite the inside of his mouth to avoid crying out, but at least he hasn't made a big damn obvious mess of their clothing.
"Wow, Zoro must've been really turned on to cum that quick," Luffy teases- and then frowns in confusion, touch turning exploratory. "Wait- he did cum, didn't he? It sure FELT like it, but there's no-"
"Nope," the swordsman pants in his ear, fighting to keep his volume low. "D-Dry orgasm. I- c-came but- I didn't, y'know- CUM. Didn't- b-blow my load."
"People with dicks can DO THAT?"
His captain sounds so incredulous but excited, Zoro can't help laughing even though he's still trying to catch his breath. "Y-Yeah. I didn't know either. Figured it out- by accident."
Luffy's fingers trail the length of his cock from base to tip, shooing his hand away so they can close around the shaft and test its rigidity. "You're still hard…"
"Mmhmm. Can stay that way too, long as I keep holdin' myself back." He flexes his hips to demonstrate, sliding his erection against the younger pirate's palm.
"It works more than once?" Luffy asks, regarding him with wide, gleaming eyes as he adjusts his grip and resumes stroking. Fist plunging down each time Zoro thrusts up, fingers a snug band encircling his shaft and providing friction so perfect that his toes curl involuntarily within his boots.
"... y-yeah," he grunts, and that's the last coherent thing he's able to say for a little while, because he's gritting his teeth to hold back the groans and gasps of pleasure rising in his throat as he loses himself to the rhythm of working his aching flesh in and out of that tight tunnel.
Between the risk of being caught and the half-rendered fantasies stemming from Luffy's eager reminder that they've once again encountered Trafalgar Law, someone they've agreed is a potential partner should the occasion arise, it's not long before Zoro finds himself on the edge again. He's opening his mouth to warn the rubber man, when Luffy's thumb slides across his dripping tip and begins rubbing the slick pre-cum it's collected into the sensitive hollow of his frenulum, and his hushed "O-Oi-" emerges instead as a low "uhnnn" before he can snap his jaws shut.
His captain's free hand immediately flails into sight to clamp across his lower face, crushing his lips against his teeth and muffling his voice before it can rise high enough in volume to carry to the group beyond. Thankfully, however, Luffy's also recognized the urgency behind the sound's abrupt escape and backed off so he can once again forestall his impending ejaculation. And this time the younger pirate raises his torso slightly, creating a gap wide enough that he can peer down and note exactly where Zoro's fingers are placed when he gives himself a firm squeeze and, maintaining the pressure he's applied, shudders his way through a second dry orgasm.
"I said we wouldn't get caught if Zoro stayed quiet!" Luffy hisses- as though he's not partly responsible for causing the noise in the first place. His accusatory expression vanishes an instant later. "Think I could do that too? Cum without cumming?"
The first mate's too dazed to argue that his boyfriend's the one who started this whole thing in the first place. "Pr-Probably," he pants when the hand over his mouth cautiously retreats to let him respond. "But- you- usually stay hard af-after you cum- anyway- so- why bother?"
"Bet Zoro busts a HUGE one when he cums." Luffy's eyes are enormous with glee and elation, so bright, they're shining like twin stars. "If I did that a few times, think how much jizz I could pump into Zoro's hole all at once, when I finally stopped holdin' back 'n shot my load inside 'im…" He presses fingertips to the older man's midriff, rubbing them suggestively over his stomach. "Could fill you AAALL the way up…"
His cock twitching forcefully, Zoro makes a noise somewhere between a growl and a whine in the back of his throat- and Luffy's hand immediately closes over his mouth again, smothering the sound before it can escape. The other leaves his midsection to seize his shaft and resume stroking him, but its movements are no longer cautious or lazy. His lover's fast and rough, jerking him off so relentlessly that the spring of tension coiled in his gut begins threatening to unravel almost immediately.
Breathing hard through his nose, he tries to bite at the palm mashed against his lips and chin, slightly panicked by the realization that he's not only about to orgasm AGAIN but he's also going to cum all over himself this time, unless-
Luffy's hand stops mid-stroke, fingers poised just beneath his glans and somehow, miraculously, applying pressure in all the right spots. Only by throwing his full weight into the arm braced to force his partner's head back against the pipe does he manage to prevent the swordsman from bucking him off, because Zoro's shaking uncontrollably with the force of his climax. Breath wheezing through his nose in ragged pants, helplessly gaping mouth drooling into the hand cupped tightly across it.
He might've cum hard as hell, but he still hasn't ejaculated, he slowly realizes as his pleasure-drugged brain flounders its way back towards coherency and registers there's nothing splashed across his stomach. And that his cock's remaining erect, stiff and aching in his captain's grip- and that same grip is shifting, fingers repositioning themselves to begin stroking him again even as he watches in disbelief.
"I can- I can make Zoro cum as many times as I want…" Luffy murmurs, eyes glittering dangerously as his gaze flashes up from where his fist's traveling up and down the turgid shaft.
Zoro can't help himself. He moans against the hand clamped over his mouth, his hips rolling involuntarily. Whatever reluctance he'd been harboring is abruptly gone, burned to ashes in the white heat of Luffy's stare, and he's acutely aware that if his lover decided to throw him stomach-first onto the pipe currently at his back, flip his coat over his head and tear down his trousers before plunging between his bare buttocks and proceeding to screw him senseless, he wouldn't just allow it- he'd BEG for it, audience be damned. And from the bemused excitement dancing in his eyes, Luffy knows it too.
Oh god, I wanna get FUCKED, the swordsman groans internally as he rocks his pelvis more vigorously. Sencho's right… he could make me cum over 'n over 'n over- while he shoots load after load inside me 'til my ass sucks 'im dry… 'til he finally decides to let me cum- 'n makes me lose my shit so hard I squirt all over myself. He groans again, out loud this time, although the sound's muffled by Luffy's hand.
"Your dick's leakin' really good, Zoro. You gonna cum for me again?" his partner purrs, smearing the fluid dribbling from his crown down his length with each firm stroke. "Gonna cum for your captain?"
Overwhelmed, Zoro makes a "hhhgh" noise behind his impromptu gag, shoving himself into that relentlessly stroking hand. Some dazed corner of his mind shouting that he's in SO much trouble if Luffy catches on to how much those words are affecting him. Like he's not in some serious trouble already.
"Cum for me," his captain orders in a voice so low and so soft, it's little more than a whisper.
And god fucking help him, Zoro obeys. Immediately, without giving a single thought to whether or not he's about to paint his spasming abdominal muscles with broad streams of milky semen.
To his relief- to his dismay- to a jumbled confusion of both- Luffy holds him back again, so he jerks and quakes beneath his boyfriend's body and tries to cry out around the hand silencing him as his vision momentarily blurs with tears, but although his cock strains against the fingers pinching it below the glans, nothing emerges from the slit at its tip save for a thick drop or two of pre-cum.
"My first mate's so good, cumming for me when I tell him to…" his captain croons, voice husky with undisguised satisfaction and desire, and Zoro WHIMPERS against his palm, head spinning as the unforeseen praise unexpectedly hits buttons in his brain that he didn't even know existed there until now. And, judging from the expression of delighted surprise surfacing on his face, neither did Luffy. He leans closer, beaming. "Did Zoro like that? Does he wanna hear 'bout how good he's been, letting me play with 'im? 'N how good he LOOKS, all turned on 'n desperate to let it out?"
Fuck- FUCK! Because Luffy's right- he IS desperate for release. Slick with sweat inside this fur coat that's grown far too warm, feeling beads of moisture rolling down his back and his sides and between his pectorals, which are visibly twitching with each hammering THUMP of his heart, and every inch of his body's tingling, his cock so hard and throbbing where it's protruding from his groin that it's hard to focus on anything but those three fingers grasping him near the tip. And his BALLS- his balls ACHE.
In the couple of instances during which he'd messed around with deliberately holding himself back after learning that he could cum without cumming- an accidental discovery made courtesy of Mihawk knocking on his bedroom door at an incredibly inopportune moment when he'd failed to appear on time for breakfast one morning after waking up horny and consumed with thoughts of his missing boyfriend- he'd never attempted it for very long. Or made himself orgasm more than an extra time or two. There hadn't been enough privacy, he'd often been too damn tired or injured to even think about jerking off let alone engage in a marathon masturbation session, and with his lover absent, it hadn't seemed worth the effort.
Now though…
He arches into Luffy's touch with a low, strangled moan as the younger pirate's hand closes around him again. Holding still this time, making him thrust upwards into those clenched fingers to get the friction he wants- the friction he NEEDS- because it's the only thing capable of relieving that unbearable pressure in his balls.
How the hell they haven't already been caught and had their asses kicked by the rest of the crew, he doesn't know and honestly no longer cares. The only thing that matters is his partner's face looming over him, eyes wide and hungry as they take in his bucking, squirming, gasping form. He needs those eyes on him- needs Luffy watching when the monstrous tension inside him finally gives way, buckling and breaking as neatly and loudly as the ice they heard snapping along the edge of the lake they crossed to reach the frozen wasteland encompassing this side of the island. And he's so, SO fucking close.
He puts a final burst of effort into the rocking motion of his hips, driving his cock into the tunnel of his captain's fist, nearly frantic with need as he fucks into that firm grasp, feeling his abdominal muscles tensing, his inner thighs beginning to quiver, his balls drawing up tight-
Lightning fast, Luffy's hold on him shifts, and he cries out in protest against the hand covering his mouth, pelvis snapping wildly up and down to no avail, because even though he's climaxing so violently that his rear lifts clear off the ground, nearly dumping the rubber man into the snowdrift beside them, he's been held back from cumming AGAIN.
Whatever last shreds of composure he thought he might still be capable of clinging to? They're gone. Tears beaded in the corners of his eyes, both the whole and the damaged, he pants and drools through Luffy's fingers, the string of barely coherent, wavering pleas that spill from his convulsing throat forming occasional bubbles in the spittle coating his lips and chin and the palm smothering his entreaties for Sencho to please, PLEASE, oh god, just fucking PLEASE let him CUM.
Luffy's breathing nearly as hard, face flushed alarmingly dark and pupils dilated so wide, his irises are barely visible. Relaxing his grip, he runs his thumb lightly up the upside of the swordsman's cock, uttering a choked groan when it gives an instinctive jerk in the direction of the tenuous contact. "Zor- Zoro's been- so, so good for me, I'm gonna take really good care of 'im now, okay?" He swallows. "Gonna- gonna make sure… gonna help 'im cum."
Understanding, Zoro gives a shaky and rather urgent nod of assent, inhaling sharply as the hand finally drops from his mouth so Luffy can fumble his own fly open and haul his dick out. The sudden influx of oxygen rushing into his lungs sends his head into a disorienting spin but he fights the urge to close his eye and let his head fall back, keeping his gaze stubbornly fixed on his lover's emerging erection.
The glans and upper shaft are glistening, trailing strands of pre-cum from the saturated inner fabric of Luffy's shorts, and the moment the tip's free, fresh beads of moisture begin leaking from the crown. Dripping onto Zoro's groin and lower belly, the droplets warm and wet as they roll slowly down his twitching length, and he wants to tell Luffy to hurry up, to quit fucking around and TOUCH HIM already, but when he opens his mouth to speak, "Sencho, pleeease-" are the only words to emerge. Escaping his chest in a shameless whine.
And then his captain's pressed flush against him, bringing their hips together, hands scrabbling to find a decent hold on his pectorals. Slick, hard flesh sliding alongside his own stiff member, contrasted by the soft tickle of fur as one open flap of coat - hell if he knows whose - becomes tangled between their midsections, the sensation of it dragging along one side of his shaft absolutely maddening, and holy shit, if THAT feels so good, what would it feel like to sprawl NUDE on fur, cock pushed into that plush texture again and again by the weight of his partner's body on his back, being fucked from behind with slow relentless strokes?
But that's a thought- and hopefully an experiment- for another time, because right now, there's no way he can tolerate slow. Not with Luffy squeezing his tits so tightly and thrusting this wildly against him, mouth covering his left shoulder and the side of his neck in frantic kisses and bites. Probably leaving goddamn suck marks all over him too, although he's willing to overlook that, if he can just-
"Z-Zoro?" Luffy breaks away from nipping recklessly at his throat to ask in a choked, breathless voice as they move together, rocking furiously against one another. "Can I-?"
"If you d-don't, I'm gon- gonna k-kill you. Please just- oh god, make me c-cum! Lemme- lemme fuckin' cum- before- somebody c-comes over here- to murder us," Zoro gasps, fingers buried in the fistfuls of the younger pirate's coat that he's seized in both hands and clutching for dear life. "Make- make me cum 'n- nnngh- hhh-hhh- I don't- care what- happens after that!"
His lover makes a hiccuping noise that might be a laugh, thrusts faltering and then stopping altogether as he releases Zoro's right pectoral to plunge his now-empty hand between their bodies. Wriggling and kicking to fling aside several folds of his red- and white-striped coat while his fingers curl around both their shafts and begin to pump hard and fast, and it's a testament to how much heat they've created and how long it's been trapped under the garment with them that the first mate's barely conscious of the cool air flooding over his tensing body.
He can feel his toes beginning to curl involuntarily inside his boots, the tension coiled in his belly on the verge of unraveling, snapping, rupturing. "Luff- Luff, I'm- I- I'm-"
"Gonna- c-cum with you-" Luffy's brow furrows, his face contorting with the effort of hanging on long enough to ensure he brings Zoro with him. "Feels so good- I can't-" His fist's practically flying as it works up and down their lengths, slicking the rigid flesh with the endless trickle of fluid seeping from the head of his dick. "Zoro- Zor-ZORO!" The hand that remains clasped to Zoro's chest clenches, fingernails raking his areola and nipple as they dig into the underlying muscle. "Unnhhh- c-cum! Mmhhh! Zoro- Zoro, cum with me! Cum-cum-cum-cum-CUM!"
Even though he already knows what to expect, the string of haki-enhanced commands still crashes over Zoro like a cresting tidal wave, and he cries out again and again as his throbbing cock responds to each new repetition of the order by producing another copious spurt.
And then Luffy's cumming too, even more forcefully, if the helpless expression on his face means anything. Sending long jets of semen splattering a good couple of feet or so beyond the steaming depression Zoro's leaving in the snow beside them because his captain's somehow managed to angle their pulsing members to one side at the last moment, largely sparing their clothing, although the swordsman's too preoccupied to be more than cursorily grateful.
His overstimulated nerves are singing, his entire body tingling and humming with his release. Stars burst to life behind his eyelids as Luffy groans one final, irresistible demand for him to "CUM" in a strained, husky voice before lunging forward to claim his mouth, kissing him so deeply and so thoroughly that he's incapable of doing anything but moaning and returning the liplock with as much vigor as he can muster. And throughout it all, the hand on him continues to stroke and squeeze and coax, the movements of his boyfriend's arm rubbing that stray edge of fur across his lower shaft until his hips are squirming with the delicious torment of it, and he doesn't know if he's trying to escape its touch or to push more of his length into it. To bury himself in that intriguing new texture and rut against it until the newest and strongest of his orgasms finally subsides.
I gave Sencho so much shit about what he did with the meat, he muses dizzily, -but now I can't stop thinkin' about FUCKING a COAT. Wondering if he might be suffering some lingering intoxication caused by the dragon heart he'd eaten earlier- or if maybe his and Luffy's foray into such a bizarre variation of foodplay - one he KNOWS he'd definitely never considered before finding himself unexpectedly being jerked off with a goddamn medium-rare STEAK - has triggered some hidden streak of perversity that's left him obsessed with sticking his cock into random inanimate objects.
But no, speculate as he might, he's already well aware that it's the presence and effect of his captain on his libido that's responsible for his lurid fantasies and for much- if not most- of his common sense flying straight out the window as soon as he'd started getting aroused. Because not only is Luffy's spontaneity and enthusiasm contagious, but Zoro knows he's just so hopelessly inept at telling the rubber man "no" that he frequently allows himself to abandon his better judgment in favor of being swept along in the excitement, leading to some seriously dubious decisions and awkward situations. And they're certainly in one of those awkward situations now, he's recalling as his body begins to relax and his frazzled brain starts putting two and two together and coming up with oh god, we're in an absolute FUCK-TON of trouble and no, no-no-no-no-no- what the actual hell did we just DO?
Feeling slightly queasy, he reluctantly lifts his head to peer over his lover's sagging shoulders. Dreading how many horrified sets of eyes he'll discover staring back at him.
To his surprise, however, the room's empty save for him and Luffy. Oh. Yeah. AND the big-ass, gator centaur who's chained to the broad column rising from the center of the ruins and making a distinct point of looking everywhere except in their direction. But that's alright- Zoro's not overly concerned about how much THAT GUY saw.
"L-Luff," he groans when his lungs have recovered enough for him to speak. "-please… please-please-PLEASE tell me- we didn't just- tr-traumatize a whole- bunch of- little k-kids…"
"... B-BIG little kids," his partner corrects him, following this inane observation with a weary but contented sigh. Now sprawled limply atop him, forehead resting against his cheek and nose tucked under his chin, Luffy's snuggled so close that his lips repeatedly brush Zoro's neck when he resumes talking. "Mnnn… nah, every- everybody- went outside- a- a while ago."
"Oh." He stares at the white expanse visible beyond the crumbling wall on the other side of the room and realizes now that his heart's not pounding quite so hard, he can hear raised voices out there. It sounds like there's a snowball fight in progress, along with at least one very lively game of tag, and more importantly, nobody's crying or cursing, and he's one-hundred percent sincere when he mutters "... thank fucking god." Allowing his body to relax and feeling Luffy settle even more heavily along his chest and stomach and pelvis, one knee drawn up slightly in a lazy attempt to hook a leg around his thigh, the swordsman closes his eye. Damn, we sure owe SOMEBODY for havin' our backs.
Honestly, he's betting on either Robin or Usopp or possibly Robin AND Usopp, since they'd both been aware of what happened with the dragon heart earlier and were probably watching him and Luffy like proverbial hawks from the second they'd curled up together.
Sencho said we could keep each other warm, Zoro recalls, and heat flares across his cheeks, spurred by guilty amusement, because they've certainly managed to do THAT, alright. In fact, he's pretty sure that if he stripped naked and threw himself into one of the nearby snowbanks, he'd melt the damn thing straight to the rocky ground underneath, he's so overheated.
Overheated and sticky and suddenly abominably thirsty. Grimacing, he nudges his boyfriend, who's using a fingertip to alternately make slow circles around the outer edge of his areola and also trace the thin, raw scratches he's left crossing its surface while humming dreamily under his breath. "Oi- I know you prob'ly don't wanna move… but we better get cleaned up 'n see if we missed anything important while you were makin' me cum my brains out."
Luffy wheezes soft laughter and presses an affectionate kiss to the hollow of his throat. "Zoro came SIX times," he declares, tone positively dripping with smug satisfaction. "-'n he came so-so-soooooo hard for me when I told him to…" Rubbing his face into Zoro's neck and back and forth along his collarbone. "My first mate is THE BEST."
"Your first mate's not sure he's gonna be able to walk," the older pirate mutters, but he can't deny the surge of satisfaction and elation that inflates his chest at his captain's praise and at the exuberant hug being delivered along with it. Emotions so strong, he's a little overwhelmed by their intensity. Oh man- if this turns out to be some new kink that's gonna start givin' me random boners when he drops a positive comment mid-convo, I'm gonna be SOOO fucked, he muses as Luffy reluctantly peels himself away and clambers to his feet to stretch, arms raised high over his head and coat flaps gaping wide. Unbuttoned shorts slung low around his hips with his deflating dick protruding from the open fly, wet with his release, a thick strand of cum dangling from the tip.
Realizing he's watching, his lover stops mid-stretch to grin down at him, inadvertently- or, shit, maybe it's deliberate because who the hell knows with Luffy sometimes- striking a pose straight out of a goddamn wet dream.
"Don't mind me. 'M just enjoying the view."
"Shishishi… sure you don't wanna find out if you can cum one more time?"
"Guess that depends on whether or not you want my junk to fall right the fuck off," Zoro snorts. He eyes Luffy's exposed groin, casts a cautious look towards the damaged wall to make sure nobody's wandered back over to see if the coast is clear now that they're no longer making such overtly sexual noises, then sits up and reaches out to seize one of the cuffs of the rubber man's shorts, urging him closer. "Oi, Luff… c'mere a sec'..."
"Mmn?"
Hand sliding around the back of his partner's thigh to steady him, the swordsman leans forward and extends his tongue to catch the cum dripping from his tip, rising to his knees as he follows the glistening thread upwards until his open mouth engulfs the tip then closes on the semi-flaccid shaft. Pursing his lips to draw in the entirety of the softening flesh so he can bathe it slowly with his tongue, nose pressed firmly into his captain's lower belly. Gaze turned up to watch his face.
"O-Oh-" Luffy manages in a strangled voice, eyes wide. He slips trembling fingers into Zoro's hair, stroking the green locks while he stares down to where his partner's sucking and lapping him clean with exaggerated care. "Ohhh… Zor-Zoro, oh- oh god, that's-"
The first mate's short of breath by the time he reluctantly relinquishes his prize, increasing the suction he's exerting at the last moment so the head stays caught in his mouth for a few seconds longer before finally pulling free with a loud wet popping sound. Seeing the intense shudder of pleasure that runs through his lover's body, he laughs low in his throat and gives him one last leisurely lick from tip to root. "Mmm, there you go, Sencho. Best way to keep a sword in good condition's to polish it after every use, right?" Trailing his tongue along his lower lip and swirling it over one corner of his mouth to emphasize the innuendo.
Luffy GROANS. His eyes are half-lidded and glazed with euphoria, his face flushed, and while he hasn't fully regained his erection, his length's stiffened enough to twitch visibly. "Mmmghh… your mouth always feels SO. GOOD. I think I could just keep my dick in there for HOURS."
"Heh- 'n I think I'd prob'ly LET you keep it in there for hours, if I didn't need to- y'know- breathe 'n shit," Zoro teases. He presses a kiss to Luffy's lower belly, hand caressing the back of his thigh. "Pretty sure you figured this out already, a long time ago, but I fuckin' LOVE suckin' your cock." Speaking with absolute sincerity because he does love it- the way his captain's girth fills his mouth and the way it stretches his throat when he bobs his head forward to swallow it down, down, down. The way that velvet-soft skin slides back and forth over a rigid pole of steel when Luffy's hard and thrusting between his parted, welcoming lips. Yeah, so maybe- just maaaybe, I've got a lil' bit of one of those oral fixation things…
"I want Zoro's mouth again later." Luffy declares. "I want him to do the thing he did before, where he just kept my dick in there for a while, all wet 'n warm."
"Aye-aye, Captain."
He's swiping at his groin with an inner fold of his sash where he hopes the translucent smears won't be too noticeable, absentmindedly rolling the lingering taste of his boyfriend around in his mouth, when Luffy- dick tucked safely away and shorts buttoned, although his coat remains hanging open- begins to laugh where he's been shuffling around in the snow. Kicking at something on the ground with the toe of one sandal.
"Oi, Zoro!"
"Hmm? What's up, Sencho?"
"Look," the rubber man wheezes, gesturing just beyond his own feet. "Cumsicles! My jizz froze, 'n it made CUMSICLES!"
Zoro opens his mouth to respond, then closes it, staring, because Luffy's- not wrong? The corner of his mouth begins to twitch, only a bit at first but with with gradually increasing intensity, and then he makes the mistake of glancing down- and bursts into obnoxious laughter himself. "O-Oh, yeah? Well, check it out. I think I got you beat, 'cause I made a goddamn miniature ice-skating rink."
Just as he expected, Luffy promptly loses his shit upon hearing this remark, and they're both still laughing uproariously when Chopper- no, hang on, that's Franky- cautiously pokes his head into the room to find the two of them alternating between doubling over with their hands braced on their knees and staggering into or leaning helplessly on each other in the process of trying to kick enough loose snow over their respective messes to hide the evidence.