"Damnit, Luffy, you said you had a plan!" PART 4
anonymous
September 17 2008, 14:36:59 UTC
He blinked tears from his eyes and found himself looking up at Zoro’s leering face, so close that he could feel his breath against his skin.
“Bastard!” he roared, heaved the other man off of him and slammed him into the floor.
The fight lacked their usual technique, no kicks or swords, only hands and wrestling and trying to get on top of the other as Luffy laughed in the background. And damn, but it was difficult to get a good hold on the shithead without any clothes to grab on to. That thought suddenly made Sanji aware that, in his anger, he’d almost forgotten that the guy was naked. But not anymore, not after his hand slipped just a little bit too low on that muscular back, and then he could think of nothing else. It was distracting as hell, and suddenly he felt uncertain about where to put his hands. With that overwhelming distraction putting hesitation into his movements, Zoro saw his chance, grabbed Sanji by the back of his collar and belt and flipped them over… but not into the position Sanji had anticipated.
He suddenly found himself looking down into Zoro’s face, their bodies flush together. Luffy wooted and clapped his hands, and when Sanji looked closer, he saw true enjoyment and amusement in Zoro’s eyes.
Zoro’s breath tickled Sanji’s face. He shifted a little beneath him, and suddenly, strong thighs were squeezing Sanji’s hips.
“You can still fuck me you know, cook, if you can get it up,” he murmured directly into Sanji’s ear, and Sanji’s brain turned to mush. The thought of sex and it actually happening to him, to him, for real, quickly overrode the part of his brain that yelled “Marimo bastard!” at the top of it’s metaphorical lungs. Just like play-fighting, right? Feeling his face burn with the blush he knew was there, he searched Zoro’s eyes, trying to see if he was really serious.
“You’re not shitting me, are you?”
Zoro snorted.
“Moron.”
And without further warning, he put his hands on Sanji’s ass and rolled their hips together.
Sanji hadn’t realized just how hard he was until that very moment, the movement sending a jolt of pleasure through his entire body. Zoro repeated the movement, again, and again, and Sanji didn’t know what he was supposed to do, nervous as all hell and feeling just like the virgin he was. Was he supposed to kiss him? Touch him somehow? He decided to play it safe and let Zoro do all the work, pressing his mouth against one broad shoulder instead and clutching the blanket beneath Zoro’s back in his fists.
Another set of hands touched his back, making him jump slightly in surprise. Then Luffy’s voice was murmuring next to his head, his tone uncharacteristically soft and calming as he told Sanji how good they looked together, how good he looked, and then those hands started undressing him. Removing his suit jacked, managing to loosen his tie and pull it over his head after only a short struggle instead of strangling him with it as Sanji had suspected he would. Unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off before moving down his body to remove his shoes, then finally unbuckling his belt.
Sanji sighed as his zipper was undone, hissed sharply when his pants and underwear were tugged down and his cock sprang free. Zoro hummed happily as their erections slid against each other with the next roll of their hips, and then Luffy’s hand was there, squeezing them together and tugging.
“Fuck. Fuck!”
Sanji was too close already, teetering on the edge much too soon. Luckily, Luffy got the hint and backed off. Sanji lifted himself from Zoro’s body, braced his weight on quivering arms and somehow managed not to come. Zoro just grinned up at him, and he looked so fucking amused that it pissed Sanji off, softening the edges of his desire. Luffy laughed behind him and helped him the rest of the way out of his pants. He pressed a cheeky kiss to Sanji’s right buttock as he finished, which made Sanji sputter and blurt out something that hopefully sounded like the protest he had intended it to be.
“Bastard!” he roared, heaved the other man off of him and slammed him into the floor.
The fight lacked their usual technique, no kicks or swords, only hands and wrestling and trying to get on top of the other as Luffy laughed in the background. And damn, but it was difficult to get a good hold on the shithead without any clothes to grab on to. That thought suddenly made Sanji aware that, in his anger, he’d almost forgotten that the guy was naked. But not anymore, not after his hand slipped just a little bit too low on that muscular back, and then he could think of nothing else. It was distracting as hell, and suddenly he felt uncertain about where to put his hands. With that overwhelming distraction putting hesitation into his movements, Zoro saw his chance, grabbed Sanji by the back of his collar and belt and flipped them over… but not into the position Sanji had anticipated.
He suddenly found himself looking down into Zoro’s face, their bodies flush together. Luffy wooted and clapped his hands, and when Sanji looked closer, he saw true enjoyment and amusement in Zoro’s eyes.
“You shithead,” Sanji muttered. “You’re enjoying this.”
“Heh.”
Zoro’s breath tickled Sanji’s face. He shifted a little beneath him, and suddenly, strong thighs were squeezing Sanji’s hips.
“You can still fuck me you know, cook, if you can get it up,” he murmured directly into Sanji’s ear, and Sanji’s brain turned to mush. The thought of sex and it actually happening to him, to him, for real, quickly overrode the part of his brain that yelled “Marimo bastard!” at the top of it’s metaphorical lungs. Just like play-fighting, right? Feeling his face burn with the blush he knew was there, he searched Zoro’s eyes, trying to see if he was really serious.
“You’re not shitting me, are you?”
Zoro snorted.
“Moron.”
And without further warning, he put his hands on Sanji’s ass and rolled their hips together.
Sanji hadn’t realized just how hard he was until that very moment, the movement sending a jolt of pleasure through his entire body. Zoro repeated the movement, again, and again, and Sanji didn’t know what he was supposed to do, nervous as all hell and feeling just like the virgin he was. Was he supposed to kiss him? Touch him somehow? He decided to play it safe and let Zoro do all the work, pressing his mouth against one broad shoulder instead and clutching the blanket beneath Zoro’s back in his fists.
Another set of hands touched his back, making him jump slightly in surprise. Then Luffy’s voice was murmuring next to his head, his tone uncharacteristically soft and calming as he told Sanji how good they looked together, how good he looked, and then those hands started undressing him. Removing his suit jacked, managing to loosen his tie and pull it over his head after only a short struggle instead of strangling him with it as Sanji had suspected he would. Unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off before moving down his body to remove his shoes, then finally unbuckling his belt.
Sanji sighed as his zipper was undone, hissed sharply when his pants and underwear were tugged down and his cock sprang free. Zoro hummed happily as their erections slid against each other with the next roll of their hips, and then Luffy’s hand was there, squeezing them together and tugging.
“Fuck. Fuck!”
Sanji was too close already, teetering on the edge much too soon. Luckily, Luffy got the hint and backed off. Sanji lifted himself from Zoro’s body, braced his weight on quivering arms and somehow managed not to come. Zoro just grinned up at him, and he looked so fucking amused that it pissed Sanji off, softening the edges of his desire. Luffy laughed behind him and helped him the rest of the way out of his pants. He pressed a cheeky kiss to Sanji’s right buttock as he finished, which made Sanji sputter and blurt out something that hopefully sounded like the protest he had intended it to be.
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