[Fic] Birthday Special
Pairing: ZoSan
Co-starring: Franky~
Words: 300
Rating: NC-17
Topic: Shopping, Nude
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FRANKY~! <3 We love you, you pervert! xD
„N-not... here...!”
A bang against the kitchen wall, followed by a harsh gasp as hot lips nipped at shivering skin. A button rolled gently along the flooring from Sanji's shirt, who tired to push against the perverted Marimo assaulting his nipple. Shopping bags lay near them on the floor, one even having tipped over, contents spilled onto the boards.
“Wanna stop...?”
Zoro's thigh demanded way between the blond's legs as he tried not to just rip off the shirt that needed unbuttoning. It proved to be more difficult after his mouth went back to teasing...
Grinding. Sucking. Harder... More...
„Shit...!”
Soon the denying hands turned into urging ones, gripping and pulling Zoro's shirt, though not effective in actually getting it off.
“Don't... you dare stop... shithead...!”
“Make up your mind, shit-cook...”
The green-hair was happy to help out, though, quickly getting rid of piece of clothing before he went back to stripping the disheveled cook.
“Yo, Cook Bro, you in here?”
A flamboyant hairdo came into view. The two men froze.
“What are you two--?”, though Franky's attention was soon attracted to the floor by something colorful. Reaching for them, he picked up three shirts, adorned with cola bottles and other wacky patterns.
“Those are...”
“Thrrrree of them...”, the shipwright swiftly cut them off, by then looking at the two half-naked men again.
“Could it be...”, a smile began to spread on his face. “...that you wanna do a Birthday Dance with me in SUPER partner shirts?!”
“What?!”
“Jeez, I love you guys...!”, Franky wept with joy. “I'm not crying...!!”, he protested, wiping his eyes.
The only thing the (not-so-)caught duo found more shocking was how many dance moves the cyborg had up his sleeve...
Co-starring: Franky~
Words: 300
Rating: NC-17
Topic: Shopping, Nude
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FRANKY~! <3 We love you, you pervert! xD
„N-not... here...!”
A bang against the kitchen wall, followed by a harsh gasp as hot lips nipped at shivering skin. A button rolled gently along the flooring from Sanji's shirt, who tired to push against the perverted Marimo assaulting his nipple. Shopping bags lay near them on the floor, one even having tipped over, contents spilled onto the boards.
“Wanna stop...?”
Zoro's thigh demanded way between the blond's legs as he tried not to just rip off the shirt that needed unbuttoning. It proved to be more difficult after his mouth went back to teasing...
Grinding. Sucking. Harder... More...
„Shit...!”
Soon the denying hands turned into urging ones, gripping and pulling Zoro's shirt, though not effective in actually getting it off.
“Don't... you dare stop... shithead...!”
“Make up your mind, shit-cook...”
The green-hair was happy to help out, though, quickly getting rid of piece of clothing before he went back to stripping the disheveled cook.
“Yo, Cook Bro, you in here?”
A flamboyant hairdo came into view. The two men froze.
“What are you two--?”, though Franky's attention was soon attracted to the floor by something colorful. Reaching for them, he picked up three shirts, adorned with cola bottles and other wacky patterns.
“Those are...”
“Thrrrree of them...”, the shipwright swiftly cut them off, by then looking at the two half-naked men again.
“Could it be...”, a smile began to spread on his face. “...that you wanna do a Birthday Dance with me in SUPER partner shirts?!”
“What?!”
“Jeez, I love you guys...!”, Franky wept with joy. “I'm not crying...!!”, he protested, wiping his eyes.
The only thing the (not-so-)caught duo found more shocking was how many dance moves the cyborg had up his sleeve...