[One Piece: Zoro/Sanji] Prompt: Come Undone
Title: Delicious Distraction
Fandom: One Piece
Characters: Zoro x Sanji
Prompt: 36-Come Undone
Word Count: 373
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: It’s worth the frustration to see this side of him.
A/N: It’s silly and I hate the title and the ending. But oh well.
Now with art by sybile!
Zoro leaned against the galley door, less to keep anyone from coming in and more to keep from sliding down to the floor, as he caught his breath. Hair disheveled and cheeks flushed and tie missing, Sanji was similarly supporting himself on the counter. Zoro watched the cook’s fingers falter when he realized he’d buttoned up his shirt wrong, and he couldn’t have kept back the snort of amusement if he wanted to.
“Fuck you.”
“Hey, I offered, but you have to make dinner.”
Sanji made an interesting, somewhat strangled noise and seemed to be reconsidering. “Sandwiches…” He muttered, one visible eye looking a little wild. “They could just make their own sandwiches…”
Stopping the upward curve of his lips was impossible; Zoro loved Sanji like this. Sanji, who cared so much about looking nice and neat, standing there all unkempt and tousled. And knowing that he was the one, the only one, who got to see him with every inch of exposed skin reddened from arousal, with his unbuckled belt hanging loose, his erection straining in his pants, his kiss-swollen lips… Knowing that he was the one who made him such a complete mess…
“What are you grinning for?”
“Nothing.” Zoro stepped away from the door now that there was feeling in his legs again, and he ignored the aura of don’t-come-any-closer (it felt halfhearted, anyway). “Pervert-cook.”
“Oi!” Sanji bristled predictably. “You’re the one who came in here and started something we can’t fi-mmm…”
Sanji’s arms came to drape loosely over his shoulders as he melted into the kiss. Zoro could feel the tension in the cook’s body as he struggled to keep from responding in the way he really wanted, the way they both wanted.
Zoro ran his tongue along the roof of Sanji’s mouth before pulling back to remind him, “Dinner.”
Sanji’s breath escaped in a hiss. “Dammit.”
“Later,” Zoro promised, which might’ve been rather nice of him, if he hadn’t been palming at the heat in the cook’s slacks while he said it just to see the tremble that went through Sanji’s entire body-a bastard move, he was pretty sure.
“Get out of here or I’ll serve your dick for dinner, you bastard.”
(Aha, he was right.)
Fandom: One Piece
Characters: Zoro x Sanji
Prompt: 36-Come Undone
Word Count: 373
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: It’s worth the frustration to see this side of him.
A/N: It’s silly and I hate the title and the ending. But oh well.
Now with art by sybile!
Zoro leaned against the galley door, less to keep anyone from coming in and more to keep from sliding down to the floor, as he caught his breath. Hair disheveled and cheeks flushed and tie missing, Sanji was similarly supporting himself on the counter. Zoro watched the cook’s fingers falter when he realized he’d buttoned up his shirt wrong, and he couldn’t have kept back the snort of amusement if he wanted to.
“Fuck you.”
“Hey, I offered, but you have to make dinner.”
Sanji made an interesting, somewhat strangled noise and seemed to be reconsidering. “Sandwiches…” He muttered, one visible eye looking a little wild. “They could just make their own sandwiches…”
Stopping the upward curve of his lips was impossible; Zoro loved Sanji like this. Sanji, who cared so much about looking nice and neat, standing there all unkempt and tousled. And knowing that he was the one, the only one, who got to see him with every inch of exposed skin reddened from arousal, with his unbuckled belt hanging loose, his erection straining in his pants, his kiss-swollen lips… Knowing that he was the one who made him such a complete mess…
“What are you grinning for?”
“Nothing.” Zoro stepped away from the door now that there was feeling in his legs again, and he ignored the aura of don’t-come-any-closer (it felt halfhearted, anyway). “Pervert-cook.”
“Oi!” Sanji bristled predictably. “You’re the one who came in here and started something we can’t fi-mmm…”
Sanji’s arms came to drape loosely over his shoulders as he melted into the kiss. Zoro could feel the tension in the cook’s body as he struggled to keep from responding in the way he really wanted, the way they both wanted.
Zoro ran his tongue along the roof of Sanji’s mouth before pulling back to remind him, “Dinner.”
Sanji’s breath escaped in a hiss. “Dammit.”
“Later,” Zoro promised, which might’ve been rather nice of him, if he hadn’t been palming at the heat in the cook’s slacks while he said it just to see the tremble that went through Sanji’s entire body-a bastard move, he was pretty sure.
“Get out of here or I’ll serve your dick for dinner, you bastard.”
(Aha, he was right.)