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Their heavy breaths filled the crow’s nest, both gasping for air after the most intense orgasms. Zoro’s back hit the wall, exhaling loudly as he tried to calm his breathing.
Knees tired and red all over from the previous effort, Sanji almost crawled on the floor for his pack and lighter, then sat back next to the mosshead. He placed a cigarette between his lips, waiting a little more before lighting it.
He felt movement next to him. Zoro absently rubbed his thighs and abdomen; his muscles probably cramped from being folded in two for such a long session. He was still hard surprisingly, a drop of precum sliding out from the tip, even though Sanji was sure they’d finished together.
Zoro turned his face and their gazes met. His cheeks and neck were flushed, his lips parted as rough breaths came out, his pupil as wide as he’d ever seen while his eye was half closed, giving the impression he could barely keep it open.
Sanji swallowed hard – he’d never seen Zoro like this. Heat rose up from deep inside his abdomen, his entire skin buzzing.
Zoro leaned toward him, body swaying, and with a trembling hand, he removed the cigarette from Sanji’s mouth. The eye-contact never broke for a second as their faces drew closer together.
Sanji’s breath hitched at the sudden proximity, feeling the mosshead’s lips ghost over his. He cupped Zoro’s cheek, eliciting a trembled exhale from him. Zoro’s pupil shrank momentarily, then dilated again, as if he was forcing his eye to focus while his consciousness drifted away. His breath was so hot, Sanji could swear steam was coming out of Zoro’s mouth. He licked his lips, taking in the incredible sight.
The floor creaked as Zoro’s body shifted. He came up on his knees never widening the distance between their faces. With slow, lazy movements, he drew closer and parted his legs, sitting on Sanji’s lap, completely straddling him. Sanji shivered when Zoro’s still dripping cock fell heavily over his lower abdomen.
“Oh, hi there,” Sanji said, slightly tilting his head up so their gazes wouldn’t break. His lips curled into a lazy smile, eyes roaming over Zoro’s face. By pure habit, he dragged his hands up Zoro’s hips and waist, fingers kneading the meaty muscles with practiced ease. Zoro’s entire body was soft and relaxed and he shook under Sanji’s touch.
It was a sight that could leave even the strongest man completely breathless. His flushed skin was covered in a thick layer of sweat, drops sliding down his temples, neck and chest. Zoro’s thick thighs trembled around Sanji’s hips and his arms could barely find the strength to move. His whole body vibrated lazily, making Sanji’s bones buzz. The wet heaviness lying on his abdomen grabbed Sanji’s attention, and he looked down, any trace of post-nut clarity he’d felt quickly fading away. Zoro’s cock sat heavy and red over his crotch, tip pushing against his hipbone, leaving a pool of precum under it.
Sanji raised his eyebrows, his fingers digging into Zoro’s waist. “Do you want me to touch you, Moss?” he asked with an affectionate tone and swallowed loudly.
Zoro didn’t respond. His breath was still heaving, eye half-way closed. He swayed his head left and right, in an attempted shake of refusal. Instead, he leaned over, the tip of his tongue barely brushing over Sanji’s lips, drawing lazy lines, as he tremblingly guided Sanji’s hands lower down his hips, onto his ass, directing them with round motions. Fuck – he was way too gone.
Sanji’s eyes shot wide open and he squeezed Zoro’s cheeks tightly as he caught his tongue between his lips. He yanked him closer for a deep, languid kiss, mouths wide open. Zoro shivered again, and Sanji did too when he felt the trail of his own cum left on his thigh as he dragged Zoro closer. His entire load was now dripping out from the mosshead, right into his lap, and Sanji’s brain imploded on itself at the realization of this fact.
He sank his fingers in the globes of Zoro’s ass, kneading them with the hunger of a mad man. The squelching sound and the hot liquid dripping on his skin – it felt dirty and obscene in the best of ways.
As Sanji’s fingers slid closer to his hole, Zoro moaned – a broken voice that came out hoarse and interrupted. His ass pushed right into them as Zoro started slowly grinding his hips over Sanji’s crotch, both grunting in each other’s mouths.
“Do you want me to fuck you again?” Sanji asked as he started playing with his fingers over Zoro’s rim, pressing on it, rubbing it, stretching it, spreading his sperm everywhere.
Zoro nodded over his mouth, barely able to let out a raspy ‘yeah’. Sanji focused his attention on his own flaccid dick that was sitting idly between his legs.
“You’ll have to give me a little more time,” Sanji said in the most disappointed voice.
With a choked moan, Zoro’s hips gained life, the movements longer, wider, stronger. Fire started sparkling in Sanji’s abdomen and his skin got hotter. They deepened the kiss, forcing their tongues together, the scent of iron and the sea mixing with that of cigarette and herbs.
“What’s going on?” Sanji asked, momentarily parting their lips. “I’ve never seen you like this.”
“Don’t–” Zoro stuttered with a full body shiver as one of Sanji’s fingers travelled down, putting pressure on his taint. “Don’t know,” he said, wrapping his arms around Sanji’s neck and dragging himself closer until their bodies were flush against each other. “I think you hit something…” he continued, voice losing strength, “...can’t stop.”
“Hmm.” Sanji nodded, looking with fascination at Zoro’s face – pupil blown up wide, eating up his entire iris, cheeks dark red and literal steam coming out of his mouth. “Then let’s not waste that until I’m ready,” he said, pushing two… no, three fingers inside Zoro’s still drenched hole. They slid down with no restrictions, instantly going knuckle-deep. Zoro’s shoulders shook, rivulets of sweat sliding down his chest as his biceps tensed and relaxed around Sanji’s neck. “Use these to find that something.”
Spreading his legs as much as he could, Zoro pushed his ass against Sanji’s hand letting out small gasps as he slowly started fucking himself. His walls clenched and relaxed around Sanji’s fingers, the dripping tip of his cock coating taut, pale abs.
Sanji let out a feral growl, pushing his face into Zoro’s chest and biting hungrily. Heat traveled to his groin and his cock stirred back to life.
“Down,” Zoro demanded through ragged breaths, leaning his head against Sanji’s. His hips stuttered, his thighs trembled, and more precum dripped down Sanji’s stomach as he rolled his hips again.
Everything was wet and hot around them, and Sanji couldn’t believe how well his fingers slid inside that twitching hole. His mouth watered, hungry to fuck him properly. He curled the tips of his fingers, trying to reach where Zoro asked.
“Fuck, bad angle,” he grunted, sinking his teeth into Zoro’s pecs.
After adjusting his grip a few times, the mosshead shuddered in his arms and his raging boner finally twitched between his legs. His heart ran laps in his chest with excitement.
“Moss, come here,” he said, tilting his head back to look Zoro in the eye.
He had to hold his breath so as not to shout and moan and grunt at the sight. Zoro leaned over with trembling lips, red from biting onto them, eye completely closed, drenched temples and eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
Sanji wrapped his hand around the back of Zoro's head and pulled him down in a crushing kiss. The fire burned so hot in his entire body, he thought they’d soon ignite the entire crow’s nest. He growled in his mouth, biting onto his bottom lip and slamming his fingers into him, starting a punishing wave of thrusts that turned Zoro into a shaking mess. Need overflowed his entire body – the urgent need to take the man and make him his. His eyes darted around the room and he broke the kiss.
“Fuck, where’s the lube?” Sanji’s voice cracked as his head snapped left and right.
A thumb to his cheek halted his desperate search.
“Forget that,” Zoro barely voiced, pushing their foreheads together.
As he rolled his hips into Sanji’s fingers, lips parted and breathing heavily, he dragged a hand down pale abdomen, still shaking from all the pleasure. With sloppy motions, he scooped up all the precum he’d dripped on Sanji and started leathering his cock. A wave of electricity ran up Sanji’s spine as thick, calloused fingers wrapped themselves around his erection. Zoro’s strokes were weak and slow, fingers twitching around his length. To think this was Zoro’s hand – a man whose grip could probably crush stones.
“This should do,” Zoro said breathily as he raised his hips, shoved Sanji’s hand away from his ass and sat straight on his cock.
They both jolted and shivered, letting out low grunts as Zoro sank down until his ass was flush against Sanji’s crotch. With a long sigh, Zoro’s hands flew back around Sanji’s neck for support and he started a lazy rhythm of up and down movements, occasionally rolling his hips as he pushed his ass down hard into Sanji. He arched his back and dug his blunt nails into Sanji’s skin as he tilted his head back, letting out trembling breaths of pleasure.
Sanji couldn’t do anything but stare at him, eyes wide and mouth partly open. This god of a man was in his lap, fucking himself on his cock, muscles spasming all over his body as rivulets of sweat slid down sun-kissed skin.
His gaze drifted down. Zoro’s beautiful cock sat over his abs, bouncing together with the mosshead, all swollen and red. Lines and lines of cum were still splurting out of its tip. He hadn’t even known a man’s body could do something like this. He just stared mesmerized, mouth going dry with want, overwhelmed by a need to suck on it as if it were a gourmet meal.
“Fuck, Zoro,” he said in a choked voice, his mind unable to process anything else.
He swallowed hard, redirecting his eyes back to Zoro as his hands roamed all over his body. He kneaded his waist, pushed his thumbs into Zoro’s abs and drew circles around his nipples. Intense heat traveled through his body and his cock twitched inside Zoro’s spasming walls.
“Lend me a hand,” Zoro barely spoke through a heavy whisper, his nails sinking harder into Sanji’s skin. His thighs spasmed, his entire body shaking as if hit by an earthquake.
And fuck! It was like he’d heard the call from the gods – Sanji’s chest clenched, heart skipping a beat, a foreign heat coiling deep inside him. His hands immediately flew to Zoro’s ass, because he knew exactly what the mosshead was asking for. Gripping tightly onto his cheeks, he readjusted himself and put as much force in his arm to help him with the movement. He spread his legs wider, providing more access as his fingers roamed around Zoro’s hole, feeling the way his cock slid in and out.
Gasps and hisses escaped Zoro’s mouth. He leaned forward over Sanji, bumping their foreheads together. His breath ghosted Sanji’s lips, melting all his thoughts. A sense of urgency took over both of them, thrusts becoming shorter and more powerful. With a half scream, broken at the end, Zoro’s entire body spasmed and his joints gave in, completely collapsing over Sanji. Streams and streams of white fluid shot out from his cock, splattering all over their chests and chins.
“Shit, should I stop?” Sanji asked, balls tightening as Zoro’s hole clenched around his cock.
Zoro shook his head, barely. “No,” he answered, voice dry and broken. “Don’t.” The word came out more as a plea as he pushed his lips over Sanji’s.
With a grunt filled with determination, Sanji put more strength into each thrust, his firm grip pushing Zoro hard onto his cock. A broken shout escaped the mosshead’s throat, his whole body trembling violently as more cum shot out from him. His chest was heaving, heart beating so loudly even Sanji could hear it.
“Shit, Moss, are you alright?” Sanji asked, a wave of panic flashing through him as he felt Zoro convulsing on top of him. “I’ll stop–”
A strong, shaky hand gripped his wrist, cutting him off. Zoro growled, forcing all the strength he had left in him to grab Sanji by the back of his neck and pull him in a kiss.
“Just go,” he ordered, biting onto Sanji’s bottom lip, his entire body still a trembling mess. “Fill me up.”
Something inside Sanji’s head snapped. He tightened his grip with bruising force and he started a punishing rhythm, forcing Zoro’s ass onto his cock.
Another wave of pleasure shook Zoro from his core, streams of cum gushing out of him. Sanji growled, forcing his tongue inside Zoro’s mouth as he made sure to fuck him deep and hard. His balls tightened, his mind imploded, thrusts became erratic, the pressure of Zoro’s hole choking his cock.
Finally, everything snapped in a loud explosion, his cock throbbing and twitching, waves of pleasure shooting out of him and filling Zoro to the brim. He saw stars as his body lost all control, thrusting deep and hard to squeeze everything out of him. On top, Zoro moaned and gasped, his body wet and shaky, letting himself be pulled by the same wave. The release hit Sanji with a force of a tsunami able to wipe out an entire island from the face of the earth.
Guided only by inertia, their movements slowed down. Exhaustion started weighing heavily on their bodies, their heaving breaths turning shallower.
As he regained part of his consciousness, Sanji brought his hand up Zoro’s cheek and guided him into a soft kiss. His brain finally picked up the wet feeling of sweat and cum covering their entire bodies.
“Hey,” he whispered lazily, rubbing his thumb against Zoro’s cheek. “You sure you're alright?”
Zoro nodded, snuggling into him. “Yeah,” he answered, voice low and rough. “Tired. My head's going to burst.”
“Let me get some water. You’re probably dehydrated”
Zoro squeezed his arms around Sanji’s chest and shook his head. “Sleep… first,” he said, voice drifting away.
“Idiot.” Sanji chuckled, brushing his fingers through Zoro’s hair.
There were two things Sanji knew for sure after that night.
One: he HAD TO learn how to get Zoro like this whenever he wanted.
Two: he HAD TO experience this for himself.