[One Piece] Simmer
Title: Simmer
Pairings: UsoSan?
Rating: Nc-17
Warnings: Boyxboy, sexual content, language, essential PWP
Summary: No summary
Note: Prompt supplied/requested by our group’s lovely Sanji-kun, used-ass-kid, when she shared some rp information with me and told me she would trade fic for art. She knew how to bribe me.
Usopp didn’t even look up when the door to his workshop opened and closed, the sound of the lock resonating through the room before footsteps approached him. The pause was a new touch, something Usopp didn’t really expect from the man wearing those classy black pants and shiny shoes. Then he looked up in confusion, meeting the single blue eye belonging to Sanji, and Usopp noticed the look the cook was sporting. The way his eye was clouded over screamed everything Usopp needed to know, the sniper reaching out before he even spoke up. “C’mon, I’m ready.”
He was pinned to the bench in an instant, in a soft and gentle way, with Sanji just leaning on his body enough to hold him down as he gently nipped and licked at his exposed skin. Usopp didn’t mind letting a few moans slip out, his hands reaching around to circle Sanji’s shoulders and pull him in closer while Sanji trailed kisses in circular patterns around his collar bone. “Did you bring everything?” he asked, breathless, hands trailing a little bit lower while he pulled on Sanji’s jacket, his signal to pull the damn thing off.
Sanji didn’t speak up, a little too quiet for Usopp’s liking, but he nodded against Usopp’s neck and left one more tender kiss against the sniper’s skin before sitting up. He reached into his jacket for a moment, in one of the pockets hidden inside, before pulling out a homemade pouch and putting it in Usopp’s hands. The jacket was thrown off while Usopp inspected what Sanji had brought along, Sanji working to loosen the knot of his tie as he waited.
“Hold on,” Usopp said, putting the pouch aside for a moment to grab at the fabric hanging down from Sanji’s neck. The cook gave him a confused stare before he found himself pulled forward, his body flush with Usopp’s. The sniper grinned, kissing Sanji’s lips for a second before rolling and holding himself over Sanji’s body, his lower body held between Sanji’s knees.
Leaning in and brushing his lips against Sanji’s cheek, Usopp nuzzled with the cook before he spoke again. “You sure you’re ready for this?” he asked quietly, noting Sanji’s unconscious tremor and the bit of apprehension hidden behind lust.
Sanji’s head bobbed up and down a bit, even though it still seemed like he was lying, and his voice almost cracked a bit when he finally answered. “Y-Yeah, just get on with it,” he said. “Before I change my mind.”
Usopp, pleased with Sanji’s answer and treating his words like a signal to go, kissed Sanji’s lips in the same manner that the cook used on him just seconds before, starting to trail a little bit lower. The tie was removed in a second, Usopp putting it off to the side next to the pouch Sanji brought along. The buttons to Sanji’s shirt were easily unfastened, fabric pulled back to grant Usopp access to his skin. Feeling his own nerves start up, Usopp leaned down and started to tease the hardening bud of Sanji’s right nipple.
Hissing when Usopp’s lips touched his chest, Sanji worked to completely remove his shirt while Usopp sucked in a bit. He moved on to push at the straps of Usopp’s red suspenders, distracted by the feel of teeth grazing his nipple and a hand traveling up to caress the left side of his chest. Usopp must have been paying attention to the way Sanji touched him, the cook a little flustered at this side of Usopp.
Sanji’s breath hitched, Usopp’s fingers and teeth working together while he tried to strip the sniper faster. He felt his heart beating in his throat, his previously calmed nerves starting to work themselves up again. Usopp’s left hand traveled up Sanji’s right side, moving across his chest and resting right where he could feel the way Sanji’s heart thumped against his ribs. “U-Usopp, shit…”
“Still kind of nervous?” Usopp asked quietly, still licking and nipping and biting Sanji’s nipple, which was almost too sensitive to touch anymore. Sanji shook his head in denial, lips pressed into a tight, thin line while his face heated up and he closed his eyes. Usopp frowned a bit, not sure where to go if Sanji was this anxious. “Oi, Sanji, if you don’t want to do it then-“
“I SAID- I said…” Sanji said, surprising himself with how loud the statement started out. “I said I wanna do it. Now quit farting around and keep touching me- ohhh…”
Usopp, now moving further down and leaving light kisses on Sanji’s stomach, was still teasing Sanji’s chest as he slid down between his knees. Sanji’s hands relocated to Usopp’s head, working to remove the band holding Usopp’s curls in place while Usopp moved a hand down to his pant line. The feeling of having fingers slip between the fabric of his pants and boxers made Sanji bend back a bit, a groan slipping free on accident. Pushing his hips upwards to buck against Usopp’s collarbone for a moment, Sanji blushed when Usopp pressed his lips just above the button of his pants.
“You’re already pretty hard,” Usopp said, hand working quick to undo the button and hand just resting on the bulge in Sanji’s boxers. The cook flinched at the touch, arching up again and nearly bringing his shoulders off the bench. The fingers in Usopp’s hair, now unraveling over his shoulders to cascade over parts of Sanji’s body, tightened a bit while Usopp tugged on the hem of his boxers with his teeth.
“Sh-it, Usopp,” Sanji whispered, hips bucking a little again as Usopp started pulling his pants off. Usopp took a moment to shrug one of his suspenders off when he pulled back enough to pull on Sanji’s pants again. The cook was practically kicking them off now, legs freed from their fabric confides and pulling themselves up to rest on Usopp’s sides.
Usopp chuckled a bit, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach as he lifted Sanji’s legs to let them rest over his shoulders, kissing and nipping at the fabric covering Sanji. He could feel Sanji trembling against him, one of his hands moving towards the cook’s butt. “Want it in now, or wait?” he asked.
“Mmm… It-It’ll help prepare, right?” Sanji asked.
Usopp nodded a bit, crawling back up Sanji’s body after to kiss his lips again. “If it hurts or you want me to stop, just-“
Sanji didn’t give Usopp a chance to talk, hands still threaded in Usopp’s hair pulling him closer and into a rough kiss. “Quit being so fucking nice about it and get on with it. I’m hard and willing, and if you can do it then I’ll be fine,” he said.
‘Coming from the one who can’t stop trembling,’ Usopp thought, kissing Sanji as he reached for the pouch to their sides. He was able to open it with one hand, pouring the contents on the bench and scrambling them up while he pushed his tongue into Sanji’s mouth. “You brought condoms? Geez, how many do we need?” Usopp asked, fingers grazing small, packaged rubbers.
“Bought them for a reason,” Sanji said, licking Usopp’s lip when he was distracted. “Besides, it’ll make things easier, right? I-It’s easy to clean too.”
“Where are they when I bottom?” Usopp chuckled against his lips, fingers snagging a couple of items and pulling them closer. “Turn over for a sec?”
“J-Just pull my shorts off and hold my legs up like I do to you,” Sanji said quietly, biting at Usopp’s lips. He flinched and let go of Usopp’s hair as Usopp did just that, hands pulling at his boxers and exposing his overheated skin. Usopp took an opportunity to remove his pants, stripping down to his underwear. Sanji pulled his legs up to rest on Usopp’s shoulders, the sniper blushing a little as he caught a glimpse of Sanji’s opening.
Putting most of the items in his hands aside, Usopp moved to uncap the bottle of lube Sanji brought from their lockers. The smell of citrus filled his nostrils, Usopp chucking at the cook’s choice for a moment before coating his fingers and spreading the contents. He looked down to stare at Sanij’s face, eyes watching out for discomfort, as his hand moved closer to Sanji’s entrance. He gave a small warning, “I’m putting one in,” before his finger coated the outer edge with lube and started pressing inside.
Sanji gasped, even though he’d expected it, and he tried not to move away from the finger that pressed into him even further. His hands scrambled for purchase on something, anything, and eventually one landed on the edge of Usopp’s workbench. His fingers gripped the wood like a lifeline, Sanji’s eyes wide open while he let himself calm down. “Ah- oh fu- oh fuck…”
Usopp, a little scared to continue, pulled his finger back a bit before pressing in again, staring as Sanji groaned and arched under his touch. The cook seemed too flexible for his own good, Usopp leaning up a bit to try and hold Sanji down. It made him move his finger a little deeper, Sanji gasping once again.
“Sh-Shit, Usopp,” Sanji panted, biting his lip when a second finger started to circle the edge of his entrance.
“Y-You think it’s gonna fit?” Usopp asked, feeling his knee bump against the rest of the things they had yet to use, the object Sanji was still anticipating.
Sanji moaned, feeling that second finger slip inside and stretch him a little bit more. “Don’t try to deter me now, asshole. We’ve been talking about it for a week and damn it, if you chicken out now, consider the privilege lost for good,” he said, yelping at a nudge that made him want to buckle his knees. “Oh, damnit, fu-uck!”
Usopp did his best to kiss the inside of Sanji’s thighs while his fingers started scissoring and moving, pulling out for a moment to add more lube and pushing them back in. Sanji practically bucked against his hand, his fingers still scrambling around to grab a hold of something.
Finally, Usopp removed his fingers and pulled back long enough to wipe his hands clean on a towel nearby. Sanji watched him, panting and watching as Usopp reached down to grab a couple items. He could see the sniper rip open a condom package, the rubber disappearing as Usopp rolled it over something out of sight. Usopp leaned back a bit, pushing something against Sanji’s entrance for a brief moment before sliding even deeper. Sanji threw his head back, mouth open as he groaned.
The sniper grinned, twisting his hand a bit to nudge their newest toy a little further. It wasn’t anything special, just a simple looking plug with a thin, curved end, one that Usopp hoped to press against that certain spot inside of Sanji. It wasn’t very big in diameter; in fact it was just about the same size as his two fingers at its widest with the end coming to a dull point. While Usopp moved it a little deeper, Sanji only struggled to keep his sounds to himself, something similar to a choking noise emerging from the barrier Sanji created with his hands when Usopp nudged the plug a little further.
Usopp marveled in how far Sanji had come, kissing Sanji’s trembling thigh as he assured him that the toy had been pushed as far as it could go. The cook didn’t reply automatically, still engrossed in how deep it felt, how it pressed against that spot and made it feel like his lower body was on fire for a moment every time he moved. He only made a different noise of acknowledgement when Usopp pushed his legs down again and leaned forward. “Hnn, oh, wh-what are you doing?” he asked.
“Just relax and enjoy,” Usopp chuckled, hands touching the cook’s pelvic region before one hand circled his neglected length. He gave one tentative lick, gauging the cook’s reactions before encompassing the head with his lips. Sanji hissed, one hand nearly flying down and smacking Usopp upside the head as he grabbed his hair.
“Oh god, shit,” Sanji groaned, biting down on the side of his hand for a moment, bucking up against Usopp’s lips and down into the feeling of the plug. “SHIT, this-this- oh- OH!”
The clicking noise, which resonated in Sanji’s ears just before the vibrations started in his rear, was a complete surprise to him. Usopp chuckled a bit under his breath, sinking his mouth down a bit on Sanji’s erection while his finger pushed the button on the remote he held in his hand. The vibration increased, Sanji’s moans getting a little louder.
“I was wondering if you remembered to charge it,” Usopp laughed around Sanji’s length, tugging on the cord that connected the remote to the plug. He gave a harder suck when Sanji tried to buckle his knees again, tongue doing twirls around his flesh that felt like pleasurable torture. “Don’t put your knees together, you’ll conk me upside the head.”
“Y-You’ve got one hell of an ability talking with your mouth full,” Sanji said, gritting out a couple laughs when Usopp gave a muffled response. He could hardly contain his lower moans anymore, too lost in the way everything worked together to feel so good. And he let Usopp know with gentle tugs on his hair or a soft whisper of his name.
The vibrations increased, Sanji bowing his back and marveling in the stimulation he received. While Usopp removed his lips from his erection, pushing against the vibrating plug felt absolutely amazing. Coupled with the cooling feeling on his cock, Sanji could hardly contain himself, whining when Usopp enveloped his lips over his length again. “Oh shit- oh!- Shit, this feels… oh this feels so good. Nnnn! Fuck!”
Usopp recognized the way Sanji tensed up and immediately removed his mouth. “Don’t come yet,” he said, tugging on the plug again as he leaned up, hands working on removing his pants. “Should I take it out?”
“N-N-oh fuck, not yet-“ Sanji started, head rolled back while he panted and groaned. Usopp noticed the dark shade of red that covered Sanji’s cheekbones, his heart pounding a little harder when he spotted the small sliver of drool falling from the corner of his mouth.
The cook, engrossed in the stimulation of vibration and cool air, was hardly paying any attention to Usopp. He was succeeding in maintaining some sort of rhythm, grinding up and falling back without even thinking about it, until Usopp decided he’d had enough watching and nearly crashed down on top of him, trying to press their lips together. “Oomp- What the fuc-“
“Don’t-“ A kiss, then, “Don’t say anything. I-I-Oh god I-“ Usopp stammered, struggling to get his point across while his body spoke for him. Pelvis almost grinding at a desperate pace and lips trying so hard to push against Sanji’s, Usopp could hardly focus on what he was trying to do. “I-I’m gonna- I’m gonna take it out- Fuck, I want you now.”
Sanji froze for a second, suddenly nervous all over again. He held his breath while Usopp pulled gently- or at least tried- on the plug and stopped the vibration. Sanji shivered and suddenly felt a little empty, reminding himself of what was coming up. “U-U-Usopp wait,” he said.
Caught in the middle of ripping the used condom off their toy and trying to tear open a new one to roll over his now throbbing erection, Usopp looked at Sanji in confusion. Sanji groaned when he noticed Usopp had already stripped himself of his underwear. “What? D-Did I do something wrong?” he asked.
The way Usopp assumed his newfound and rejuvenated interest in becoming the so called “pitcher” when it comes to sex- at least Sanji assumed it was a sudden revelation- made Sanji laugh as hard as he could muster. He motioned for Usopp to come closer, pulling him down by a light grip over his ears and easing him into a passionate kiss. Usopp didn’t know how to respond other than kissing the cook back, more engrossed in the way his lips felt against Sanji’s again.
When Sanji pushed him away for a moment, needing to catch his breath, he was still chuckling. “You didn’t do anything wrong, just… I just wanna prepare myself mentally for a second,” he explained. He pressed a couple kisses against the corners of Usopp’s mouth between his words, shifting up a bit to make him lean back. “Give me that condom for a second and flip to the side. I’ll lube you up.”
Usopp shivered at Sanji’s offer, rolling off his body before Sanji moved between his knees. He could hardly see Sanji tearing the package open and placing the rubber circle on Usopp’s tip. Without warning, Sanji started licking at various areas of Usopp’s member, never touching the extremely sensitive parts and avoiding the head at all costs.
Sanji only licked at the tip when he began to use his lips to roll the condom down. Usopp groaned at the different sensations he received, Sanji’s tongue swirling while his teeth gently rolled the condom down until it reached the base. He leaned back slowly, Usopp thinking he was going to stop until he sunk back down and nearly swallowed him whole. “HOLY- Ooohh, Sanjiii!!”
Pulling back again, Sanji chuckled. “Didn’t think that was coming, did you?” he asked, giving Usopp a couple more licks before grabbing for the lube. “By the way, do you like the choice in lube? I thought we could do something different, and this one actually tastes like an orange or lemon- I haven’t really made up my mind about which one it is.”
“Y-You’re a cook, shouldn’t you know?” Usopp laughed, grunting when Sanji grabbed his length and started rubbing lubrication over his erection. “But mmmnn, it’s not bad. It’s an interesting choice, I can’t say I’m really bothered by it, but- Oh!”
Sanji’s finger slipped a little lower, teasing Usopp around the edge of his puckered entrance before he gave a teasing nudge, gauging Usopp’s blushing and almost determined glare, Usopp practically demanding he get on with the lube before he went off too early. The cook chuckled and wiped his hands free of lube, pulling Usopp to sit up and crawling into his lap. “Is this OK?” he asked, his nerves returning for a moment while his heart started pounding and his arms circled Usopp’s shoulders.
Usopp gave Sanji a wiggled smile, his lips curved towards the ends as his hands circled his waist. “Yeah, I’m fine with this,” he said, tugging Sanji a little bit closer when his hands trailed lower and pushing a couple fingers between to tease his entrance some more. “It might hurt a little. If you wanna stop, tell me,” he said.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’ve said it enough, damn it,” Sanji grunted, bucking his hips against Usopp while he grew impatient. He started nibbling Usopp’s ear to distract him, still rocking back and forth against his abs, grinding their erections together and groaning at the contact. “Mmn, Usopp…”
With his fingertips pushing into Sanji’s opening a bit, Usopp groaned when the cook grinded against him and nibbled at his ear some more. He could hardly wait any longer, hands moving to Sanji’s hips to push him away. Sanji moved his torso in response, looking at Usopp in confusion. “What are you-“
“I-I wanna go-“ In, he wanted to say, but the words caught in his throat and Usopp actually bucked back when Sanji’s arousal bumped against him.
The cook groaned with his head thrown back, his whole body scrambling to get in place. He didn’t bother to ask for a position, contempt with being on top and straddling Usopp’s body while the sniper sat up and moved him. Sanji didn’t breathe for a moment when Usopp’s tip lined up with his entrance, arms snaking around Usopp’s shoulders to pull him closer, their chests bumping while he let out a shaky breath. “B-Be gentle with me, alright?” he whispered.
Kissing Sanji’s shoulder instead of giving a verbal reply, Usopp groaned as he pressed up into Sanji’s entrance and his fingers squeezed his rear tighter than he’d held anything before. Feeling his arousal sink into Sanji’s heat, Usopp had to bite his lip. “Oh god, oh f-shit…”
Sanji, face turning red with his mouth hanging open to release a low groaning noise, also gave no reply. His hands held onto Usopp tighter and tighter as Usopp inched inside. When Usopp nearly buried himself to the hilt, Sanji was trembling and fighting back the urge to make too much noise. For a moment, they stayed still and clutched at each other, adjusting to the connection.
Usopp shifted his chin to rest it on Sanji’s shoulder, lips pressing against his skin in a soft manner. It was his way of asking for movement, words failing him while his grip grew just a little bit tighter. Whether Sanji understood or not was up for debate, but it seemed to work. Sanji shifted upwards a bit, cutting off the moan that threatened to spill when he suddenly gasped, sinking back down with a muffled cry.
“Can I-C-Can I move?” Usopp asked, hips already giving tentative thrusts and practically begging to move.
“Hhnn- oh shit-“ Sanji gasped, squeezing his body tight to stop Usopp. “W-Wait a sec, let me- ooh…”
The sniper held his breath, the only measure he could take to stop himself while Sanji gave a couple more hesitant thrusts. After he fell down and felt Usopp’s length slide further inside than he ever imagined, he nodded. “Th-There. Oh god, move, move!”
Usopp didn’t need another invitation, his hands pushing Sanji upwards before hips and hands worked together. Usopp bucked up and groaned as he fell into a rhythm, thrusting quickly, fueled by the moans escaping Sanji’s mouth. The moves were almost desperate in nature, frantic, but neither one seemed to care.
Within a moment realizing he was reaching his peak much faster than he’d intended, Usopp slowed their bodies down to a super slow pace. Sanji nearly bent backwards as he moaned, the feeling of Usopp’s length gradually rubbing against him and building his arousal bit by bit. “Oh fuck- fuck me, Usopp,” Sanji moaned, gasping a little more as Usopp continued.
“You-You feel so good,” Usopp panted, nearly worn out already, but not done yet. “Oh god, Sanji… Now I see why you wanna top me all the time.”
Sanji was too engrossed in the shove and pull between their lower bodies to really answer. “Oh god, th-that plug is gonna come in han- aah!” Sanji suddenly moaned. “Ooohh, fuck!”
Pulling on Sanji’s hips while his body bucked upwards, Usopp slowed down to a teasing pace as he moved closer to release. He was engrossed in leaving marks on Sanji’s collarbone, lips and teeth sucking, tugging, nipping and kissing the light bruise he’d already put on his skin. In return Sanji’s hands on his shoulders gripped even tighter, surely hard enough to leave marks of his own.
Sanji nearly pounded against Usopp to speed him up. “Quit… being a-ahn! Q-Quit being a tease, oohh,” he groaned. “Fuck me already, shitty long nose.”
“B-But I’m gonna- I’m gonna come,” Usopp mumbled, yipping as Sanji started really moving his body harder and practically slammed down on his cock. “Slow down, slow down, oh god, Sanji!”
“Come on, Usopp! Slow isn’t gonna get us- oh shit!”
Usopp stopped for a moment, starting at Sanji and holding his waist tighter as the cook nearly bent back again to touch the bench. “Y-You’re ridiculously flexible,” Usopp whispered, giving a small thrust and startling when Sanji let out an unbelievable moan. “Wh-What the-“
“Again, do that again!” Sanji panted, eyes unfocused and body still bent back an almost inhuman angle as he moved his hips some more.
Confused, Usopp thrust up again and nearly cringed at Sanji’s louder groan and unconscious tightening around Usopp’s length. “W-Wait a sec, d-d-did I hit-“
“Ooohh, I think so,” Sanji said quickly, words rushing out before he gasped, Usopp shifting their bodies and changing positions. Their new angle, Sanji laying back on the work bench with Usopp hovering above, made him bite his lips to hold back another moan. “Shit! Oh god, oh my- fuck!”
Trying his hardest not to grin like a lunatic, because finding that bundle of nerves inside Sanji was pretty rewarding, Usopp sped up his pace a bit and tried his hardest to hit that spot again. He was still sitting up straight, hands on Sanji’s waist and tugging him into his thrusts. “Is this alright?”
“Mmm, yes, oh, keep going,” Sanji whispered, hands relocated to Usopp’s wrists and grip tightening even more.
They continued the slower pace for a couple minutes, not worried about the fast pace any longer. Both of them were getting closer and closer to release, enjoying the casual tug and pull feeling as Usopp started moving a little bit faster the longer he moved.
The coiling in his stomach, growing stronger with each thrust, was almost overwhelming. Usopp slowed down again, focusing on harder thrusts. “I’m gonna come,” he said.
Sanji made a small noise of acknowledgement, even closer to release than he’d even realized. He only squeezed Usopp’s wrists tighter, noises getting a little louder, higher in pitch, and body becoming more responsive.
When his willpower snapped, Sanji’s face flush red and lip between his teeth, Usopp watched and let out a surprised sigh as his own release overflowed. He moved down to kiss Sanji’s lips, groaning as Sanji’s legs tightened around his waist and in turn made Sanji squeeze his cock a little harder.
They continued to kiss as their orgasms washed over their bodies, Usopp pulling out and discarding the condom before snuggling up to Sanji’s side. Sanji was already reaching for his jacket, searching for his cigarettes. “Are you alright?” Usopp asked.
“Yeah,” Sanji replied, lighter in hand but cigarette missing. Sanji’s face was still red, eyes averted and avoiding Usopp’s as much as he could.
Usopp watched Sanji for a moment, the cook wasting no time as he found his smokes and lit the end before one even touched his lips. “What’d you think? Was it good?” Usopp asked. His face felt a little warmer as he brought it up, slightly embarrassed already.
“It was alright,” Sanji mumbled, dragging in a breath as Usopp started doodling on his chest. “I can’t tell you it was amazing, but it was alright. You’re not too bad.”
Sanji had to bite his lip when Usopp sounded a little disappointed, trying his hardest to keep his honest opinion to himself. Truth of the matter, Sanji enjoyed Usopp topping him more than he anticipated, even had to resist the light moan of pleasure that threatened to slip. “Don’t let it get you down, alright? Maybe… Maybe if you feel like topping me again…”
“Hmm?” Usopp started to ask, looking up at Sanji with curiosity in his eyes.
Caught in a bit of an embarrassing revelation, Sanji choked back a cough and covered his mouth and chin with his free hand. He could feel Usopp’s fingers poking against his side, a prodding and questioning kind of curiosity. “I-I said… If you feel like t-topping,” Sanji stated, voice low and almost impossible to hear.
“Would you let me?” Usopp asked, trying not to get his hopes up as he pushed himself closer to Sanji. “C-C-Can I top again? Sanji, can I?”
“Sh-Shut up! You keep asking and I’ll flip you over right now and ensure you never top again!” Sanji blushed. Usopp bit his lips, still looking at Sanji with questioning eyes, prompting Sanji to speak up again. “I-If you wanna top- and I gotta be willing to let you top too- then I’ll let you. Just not all the time.”
Usopp nodded furiously, showering Sanji’s skin with kisses. “So you really enjoyed it? Being on the bottom for once?” he asked.
“Yeah, that plug too; it was a good choice wasn’t it?” Sanji smirked. He pulled Usopp closer, ignoring the aching feeling in his lower body that was entirely new to him. “Shit, this feels weird. Does it always feel this bizarre?” he asked.
“The aching or the-“ Usopp cut himself off, hand reaching down and pushing between Sanji’s thighs. Feeling whatever was left of the lube was no surprise. “Getting cold?”
“I’m glad you wore a condom, otherwise I don’t know how I could put up with your junk coming out of me,” Sanji said.
Usopp made some kind of comment about how he never really minded when Sanji forgot to use a condom, even though it felt weird on occasion. He snuggled up to his side even more, one leg thrown over Sanji’s in an attempt to bring him closer. “Thanks,” he said. “For letting me take the lead.”
“Eh, no problem. Just don’t get too used to topping, I still wanna make you cry out my name on occasion,” Sanji grinned, hands moving over Usopp’s body as he spoke and moving closer and closer to more sensitive areas. Usopp didn’t seem to mind, in fact moving in to encourage his movements even more.
“Well, I-I guess we’ve still got some time before Franky comes looking to use the workshop,” Usopp blushed. He didn’t flinch as Sanji moved to crawl over his body, arms circling Sanji’s shoulders and pulling him down to kiss his lips.
Sanji hissed, straightening out his back for a moment. “Fuck, my back hurts,” he mumbled, slumping against Usopp’s body and trying not to whimper.
Usopp bit back his chuckles and rubbed his back, making some kind of comment about how his pain would pass before encouraging Sanji to continue.