Play List Challenge -- "Dirty Little Secret" (One Piece, Zoro x Sanji)
Title: Nevermind
Song Prompt: “Dirty Little Secret” - The All-American Rejects
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro x Sanji
Rating: PG-16
The first time they’d done it, Sanji had waited until the swordsman was jerking into his hand, biting on his lower lip to keep from allowing any sounds of pleasure, before leaning close and hissing, “If you tell anyone about this…” The threat itself went unspoken, but Zoro knew better than to mention that. Instead he replied with a hoarse, “Why would I want to?” and tightened his hold on Sanji’s pulsing flesh.
It wasn’t anything serious. They’d never even kissed. It was just touch and movement-gripping hands and rocking hips-and sometimes the rough, biting pressure of teeth on flesh. But that was all. It could hardly be called a relationship. It wasn’t even what they called sex, really. So why would anyone need to know?
Nevermind that Zoro sometimes thought he would like something more. A meaningful look, a sincere word, a little more contact, a little less clothing.
Nevermind that Sanji, even, sometimes thought he would like to tell the world. Tell someone about that proud and heady feeling he got from making the swordsman-the Roronoa Zoro-squirm.
Nevermind that they both knew what the other wanted. When they spared just a moment, after finding mutual release, to just feel one another.
It was easier to keep it a secret, this way.
Song Prompt: “Dirty Little Secret” - The All-American Rejects
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro x Sanji
Rating: PG-16
The first time they’d done it, Sanji had waited until the swordsman was jerking into his hand, biting on his lower lip to keep from allowing any sounds of pleasure, before leaning close and hissing, “If you tell anyone about this…” The threat itself went unspoken, but Zoro knew better than to mention that. Instead he replied with a hoarse, “Why would I want to?” and tightened his hold on Sanji’s pulsing flesh.
It wasn’t anything serious. They’d never even kissed. It was just touch and movement-gripping hands and rocking hips-and sometimes the rough, biting pressure of teeth on flesh. But that was all. It could hardly be called a relationship. It wasn’t even what they called sex, really. So why would anyone need to know?
Nevermind that Zoro sometimes thought he would like something more. A meaningful look, a sincere word, a little more contact, a little less clothing.
Nevermind that Sanji, even, sometimes thought he would like to tell the world. Tell someone about that proud and heady feeling he got from making the swordsman-the Roronoa Zoro-squirm.
Nevermind that they both knew what the other wanted. When they spared just a moment, after finding mutual release, to just feel one another.
It was easier to keep it a secret, this way.