A roll in the leaves part 3
anonymous
May 3 2009, 21:42:00 UTC
Their humping was frenzied, making each touch intense but too quick, they had started out too desperate to spend time building the feeling they both needed. They hadn't even bothered with their clothes. Zoro made a noise in frustration he would later describe as a growl, but Sanji would remember as being a girly cry for more. Either way he flipped them over, his leg that was hooked around Sanji caught at an awkward angle between the ground and Sanji's back. Neither Zoro nor Sanji noted the discomfort though as it resulted in the flexible blond's hips jutting up and creating a nice little area for Zoro to thrash against. Sanji thrashed back, and soon they were rolling about on the ground, each twist jostling their cocks all the harder into the other's thigh, each time their backs hit the ground a bit of their control being shaken free. They panted and bit at each other's necks, little noises of approval heightening to curses and whines, moans against sweaty throats as they worked their groins roughly. With a hitch of his breath, Sanji came first. His back arched as far as he was capable, his eyes scrunched tight, his mouth hanging open as he shot his cum into his dress pants, a wet spot soaking through to reach Zoro's thigh. He collapsed, boneless foreword onto Zoro, who was still franticly moving. Sanji winced as his sensitive spent cock was rubbed with the same ferocity that had brought it off in the first place, and jerked off of the desperate man. "Shit, no, don't do this to me you fucker!" Zoro grabbed Sanji as the latter tried to crawl away, and wrapping his arms and legs around the man from behind, proceeded to grind mercilessly against the cook's black clad ass. Sanji whimpered as Zoro came clutching the cook to his chest, squeezing his release into the other man before pushing him foreword as he fell back. Harsh breathing was the only thing either of them heard for a while. Sanji sat up first, drawing his knees to his chest and putting his hand over his eyes. "Oh my god." he said, shame in every angle of his body, "Oh my fucking god." Zoro grunted neutrally from where he still lay spread eagled on the leaves. "Shit, this didn't happen, okay? Shit. I can't believe we just- Can't believe *I* just..." Zoro sat up and yawned, rolling his shoulders back to loosen the muscles that had just gotten a workout clinging to his crewmate.
A roll in the leaves part 4
anonymous
May 3 2009, 21:43:46 UTC
"Grow up shit cook." He said when he had finished. "GROW UP!" Sanji looked pissed like Zoro had never seen him. He'd never seen quite that blend of horror and self loathing on the cooks face before, after all. "Yeah, grow up cook, it was just sex." Zoro responded. He hoped the idiot would grow a brain and realize exactly how not- a- big- deal this was before he had to get all sentimental. But this was about as likely as the cook trading his horrified expression for the one he often wore when Nami wore that french bikini that was only a bottom... "JUST SEX!" Sanji looked almost terrified, and that really threw Zoro for a loop. "It- it didn't really count as sex right?!? I mean, we still had our cloths on and everything..." Zoro just glared at the guy. "It was fucking sex, dumbass, we made each other come, that's sex. Don't be a pussy about it. Its just sex, what do you fucking think it means, we're married?" "IT'S NOT-!" Sanji started again, calmer this time, "It's not that, I had sex with a guy... A GUY! A SLOBBERING LAZY SMELLY ASS GUY! I'm not- I shouldn't be- I'm not like that!" Zoro groaned. Did he really have to deal with this? For a moment he considered letting the guy think whatever he wanted about himself and just walking off to find the ship. (never mind that he had no idea where it was.) But something stopped him. Something he had gained, perhaps against his will, while he was riding around doing crazy shit with seven of the strangest people he'd ever met. Whatever it was, Zoro didn't know, but it made him open his mouth again. "Look, you can be whatever way you fucking want to be, idiot. I don't really care. It's not like you would have done it with any random guy who came along. We're nakama. I've seen you naked more times than I think I ever wanted to, I eat your shitty cooking every day, we fight back to back or with each other almost constantly, and all that shit is a hundred times more intimate than anything we might have done because of a stupid flower, and five hundred times more important than any 'WAY' you think you are. So just shut the fuck up and lets go back to the Sunny, because my knowing that you look like a fish when you come isn't any shakes more annoying than all the other unnecessary facts about you I've learned from living with you for months at sea." Sanji sat gaping at Zoro mouth hanging open. "You look like a fish again." Sanji turned crimson and closed his mouth. "Fucking sex pollen." He mummered as he fished in his pants for his (rather squished) pack of cigarettes. "Yeah." said Zoro, as he swayed to his feet, "This is still your fault by the way." They argued all the way back to the Sunny.
A/N: Yes, I am sorry this is rather dubiously written... oh well, I did my best. (P.S. They totally should have just jerked off, but that wouldn't have been as awesome now would it? good thing they're too dim to notice that)
Re: A roll in the leaves part 4
anonymous
May 3 2009, 22:43:55 UTC
No, no, no, sex pollen is yay! Yay for sex pollen! I love how they bickered through this this and insisted nothing had changed at the end. (not op, btw)
Their humping was frenzied, making each touch intense but too quick, they had started out too desperate to spend time building the feeling they both needed. They hadn't even bothered with their clothes.
Zoro made a noise in frustration he would later describe as a growl, but Sanji would remember as being a girly cry for more.
Either way he flipped them over, his leg that was hooked around Sanji caught at an awkward angle between the ground and Sanji's back. Neither Zoro nor Sanji noted the discomfort though as it resulted in the flexible blond's hips jutting up and creating a nice little area for Zoro to thrash against.
Sanji thrashed back, and soon they were rolling about on the ground, each twist jostling their cocks all the harder into the other's thigh, each time their backs hit the ground a bit of their control being shaken free.
They panted and bit at each other's necks, little noises of approval heightening to curses and whines, moans against sweaty throats as they worked their groins roughly.
With a hitch of his breath, Sanji came first. His back arched as far as he was capable, his eyes scrunched tight, his mouth hanging open as he shot his cum into his dress pants, a wet spot soaking through to reach Zoro's thigh.
He collapsed, boneless foreword onto Zoro, who was still franticly moving.
Sanji winced as his sensitive spent cock was rubbed with the same ferocity that had brought it off in the first place, and jerked off of the desperate man.
"Shit, no, don't do this to me you fucker!" Zoro grabbed Sanji as the latter tried to crawl away, and wrapping his arms and legs around the man from behind, proceeded to grind mercilessly against the cook's black clad ass.
Sanji whimpered as Zoro came clutching the cook to his chest, squeezing his release into the other man before pushing him foreword as he fell back.
Harsh breathing was the only thing either of them heard for a while.
Sanji sat up first, drawing his knees to his chest and putting his hand over his eyes.
"Oh my god." he said, shame in every angle of his body, "Oh my fucking god."
Zoro grunted neutrally from where he still lay spread eagled on the leaves.
"Shit, this didn't happen, okay? Shit. I can't believe we just- Can't believe *I* just..."
Zoro sat up and yawned, rolling his shoulders back to loosen the muscles that had just gotten a workout clinging to his crewmate.
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"GROW UP!" Sanji looked pissed like Zoro had never seen him. He'd never seen quite that blend of horror and self loathing on the cooks face before, after all.
"Yeah, grow up cook, it was just sex." Zoro responded.
He hoped the idiot would grow a brain and realize exactly how not- a- big- deal this was before he had to get all sentimental. But this was about as likely as the cook trading his horrified expression for the one he often wore when Nami wore that french bikini that was only a bottom...
"JUST SEX!" Sanji looked almost terrified, and that really threw Zoro for a loop. "It- it didn't really count as sex right?!? I mean, we still had our cloths on and everything..."
Zoro just glared at the guy. "It was fucking sex, dumbass, we made each other come, that's sex. Don't be a pussy about it. Its just sex, what do you fucking think it means, we're married?"
"IT'S NOT-!" Sanji started again, calmer this time, "It's not that, I had sex with a guy... A GUY! A SLOBBERING LAZY SMELLY ASS GUY! I'm not- I shouldn't be- I'm not like that!"
Zoro groaned. Did he really have to deal with this? For a moment he considered letting the guy think whatever he wanted about himself and just walking off to find the ship. (never mind that he had no idea where it was.)
But something stopped him. Something he had gained, perhaps against his will, while he was riding around doing crazy shit with seven of the strangest people he'd ever met.
Whatever it was, Zoro didn't know, but it made him open his mouth again.
"Look, you can be whatever way you fucking want to be, idiot. I don't really care. It's not like you would have done it with any random guy who came along. We're nakama. I've seen you naked more times than I think I ever wanted to, I eat your shitty cooking every day, we fight back to back or with each other almost constantly, and all that shit is a hundred times more intimate than anything we might have done because of a stupid flower, and five hundred times more important than any 'WAY' you think you are. So just shut the fuck up and lets go back to the Sunny, because my knowing that you look like a fish when you come isn't any shakes more annoying than all the other unnecessary facts about you I've learned from living with you for months at sea."
Sanji sat gaping at Zoro mouth hanging open.
"You look like a fish again."
Sanji turned crimson and closed his mouth.
"Fucking sex pollen." He mummered as he fished in his pants for his (rather squished) pack of cigarettes.
"Yeah." said Zoro, as he swayed to his feet, "This is still your fault by the way."
They argued all the way back to the Sunny.
A/N: Yes, I am sorry this is rather dubiously written... oh well, I did my best. (P.S. They totally should have just jerked off, but that wouldn't have been as awesome now would it? good thing they're too dim to notice that)
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