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It was a night of excitement on The Going Merry. The crew had just left the last island and were on their way to continue their adventure. After having rid the poor townspeople of their overbearing ruler the Straw Hats were repaid with a large stock of food and booze for their trip. Once everything was loaded and the log pose was set Luffy demanded that Sanji cook up the food and throw them a party.
Of course the cook had no choice but to obey his captain and in no time at all there was a small party on the deck of the Merry. Most of the crew sat around the wooden table they brought out so they could eat outside. While their swordsman was content to stay in the galley with the cook and his newly acquired stash of booze.
“Oi, get your smelly ass out of here if you are just gonna stare at me !” Sanji barked back at Zoro.
“Too loud out there ..” Zoro replied after taking a sip of his drink.
“Don’t care you’re breathing is annoying me,” Sanji snapped back, it was untrue but what was true was that Sanji could not focus with Zoro watching him. All he could think about was the last few nights they had together. Sanji had noticed something about Zoro and it was taking everything he had to not fuck him right now to test his theories.
“Tch, whatever, shitty cook.” Zoro grabbed the bottle of rum he was drinking and two more unopened bottles of sake.
“Hey ! If you burn through all of that liquor tonight, I’m not buying you more ! Stupid mosshead!” Sanji shouted out as Zoro left the galley, who silently flipped him off as a response.
Over the course of the evening the crew’s chaos continued but Zoro is half way through the bottle of sake and starting to feel less annoyed by the crew’s antics. He has a pleasant buzz going and he can feel the warmth in his face against the cool ocean breeze. He doesn’t feel too out of it though, except every time Sanji comes back to the table he finds himself transfixed for a moment. Frozen, as if in a trance.
The booze was definitely stronger than usual, there was no way only a few bottles would have him on his ass like this. But by the time he realized it, it was already too late. He could feel the way his face was heating up, he could his body getting heavy and his mind feeling hazy. It was nice.
When the cook came out though Zoro felt even better. Maybe it was the rush of his blood heading to his dick at the memories of their previous encounters. One thing he couldn't deny though was that when he caught a glimpse of his stupid curly eyebrow he felt his mind going blank. A pleasant numbness… or haze…something…whatever it was felt amazing.
The rest of the night Zoro couldn’t get enough. Following the spiral with his eye, tracing in the air with his finger. The dizzying spiral accompanied by the hypnotic blue eye of the cook, oh yeah Zoro was feeling really good.
He’s just about done with the last bottle when Sanji finally closes down the kitchen. Luffy is stuffed to capacity and Sanji has ruled that they have no more food to spare if they want to make it to the next island with enough stores. Luffy, already ballooned and falling asleep, doesn’t put up much of an argument to everyone’s surprise.
Most of the crew is settling down, Chopper has already gone off to bed and Usopp is falling asleep on Luffy’s stretched out belly. Robin and Nami talk about what they can find on the next island.
Zoro isn’t paying attention to them at all though. Feeling way more than his usual buzz at this point he can’t bring himself to look away from Sanji. The blonde is sitting diagonally across him and gawking like an idiot at the ladies. Until he can feel the marimo’s eye practically burning a hole in his face.
“Oi, idiot mosshead what are you loo-” he cuts himself off seeing how Zoro is leaning on the table. His chin resting in his palm as he is staring at Sanji with such a dumb look on his face. His eyes look glassy and he is smiling like an idiot. The red flush on his cheeks down his neck to his exposed chest, coupled with the knowledge that he watched the swordsman drink several bottles of booze and only eat one or two onigiri, it was clear - Zoro was drunk.
Sanji couldn’t help but laugh to himself at the thought. Zoro rarely ever got drunk no matter how much he drank, it must be a mix of the lack of food and the little convenient fact that Sanji forgot to tell him that the alcohol from the island was about 30% stronger than what they were used to.
When the rest of the crew finally calls it quits and heads to bed Sanji so graciously volunteers to look after their inebriated house plant.
“Hmmm… look at you, stupid swordsman… can’t handle your liquor like you thought ? Hmm ?” Sanji teases as he guides the moss from the table to a private spot on the deck…a familiar one too at this point. It's quiet, the gentle slap of the waves on the Merry and the rocking helping to keep Zoro nice and relaxed. Feeling kinda dizzy and enjoying the haze. The only light coming from the moon and the stars above them but it's just enough to shine on Sanji’s face and let Zoro see the spiral that was making him feel so good.
Sanji dropped Zoro down to the deck and looked down at him for a moment or two, pondering what he should do with him. He was always so much fun like this… much more docile and cooperative …it was nice. Sanji’s theory was being confirmed from the way Zoro was absolutely staring at Sanji, of course the marimo always liked to gawk at the cook (especially since they started being more public with each other) but this was a little different.
“What is it mosshead hmm ?” Sanji rolled his eyes as he knowingly and purposely clipped some of his hair back in preparation to take advantage of the drunk plant like usual.
He can’t help but notice how Zoro is absolutely transfixed on him, specifically on his eyebrow. The moss was practically drooling. It was perfect.
“Hmmm.. is that it huh ?” Sanji teased, pushing himself in between Zoro’s spread legs.
“Marimo gets a little tipsy … gets a little dizzy hmm..” he leaned closer, his voice taking a deeper tone as he taunted Zoro. The hum of his voice lulled Zoro deeping into a state of eager compliance.
“Mmm…swirl’brow..” Zoro slurred out and while Sanji would usually be offended by it he actually smiled this time, especially because it was clearly keeping his toy nice and gentle.
“Yeah ? I knew you always liked them… they make you dizzy hmm..” it was clear Zoro was enjoying himself. “...make you feel good, mossy ?”
Sanji smiled, as he clipped the rest of his hair back. With both brows exposed now in the light of the moon it almost seemed like his blue eyes were glowing, mesmerizing Zoro even more. A sense of calm washed over the swordsman and his eyes unfocused. He was barely registering the smooth hands slowly pushing him down on the bench. Soft plump lips met his through the haze and those same soft hands palmed at his crotch. Zoro couldn’t help but chase the sensation, bucking his hips up to the hand in his groin.
“Ah, ah, ah-” the little gasps of air Sanji let out only seemed to encourage the mosshead to continue his advances. That was until gentle but electrifying nips started to trail down his neck, his chest, and landed at his nipples. The jolt pulled him out of the haze but gave him another opportunity to see Sanji’s beautiful eyes and both brows that quickly pushed him right back under.
“Good boy,” Sanji crooned and he continued to toy with the sensitive buds on Zoro’s chest.
Whatever spell the cook had him under magnified all the pleasure he felt. It was something like an afro…something something.
“An aphrodisiac … stupid swordsman,” Sanji laughed a little since it was clear Zoro didn’t realize he was thinking out loud. Sanji pushed himself closer in between Zoro’s legs and the slight brush of the cook’s knee against his dick felt so good that Zoro couldn’t help but buck his hips towards him. He looked so desperate chasing the pleasure as he attempted to hump himself on Sanji’s thighs.
The haze was making it hard to keep track of what was going on, on where Sanji was, on where Sanji’s hands were. But he quickly found his answer as a hand found itself on his cock, stroking it mercilessly. The swordsman’s breathy gasps became moans, everything felt so hot, he felt like he was burning and the only relief would be if he could just -
"Cum," Sanji commanded and with a particularly long groan that Zoro couldn’t even realize was coming from him he obeyed. Through his eyes, blurry with tears, he could see Sanji grin as his hand came up to roughly grab him by the jaw.
His face was so perfect and beautiful, Sanji wanted to jam his mouth right onto those lips. Instead the perfect face found itself on his already hard cock. As he sucked him off an indescribable pleasure overcame Zoro in waves, he could feel himself starting to get hard again… unsure if it even went down in the first place.
“That’s it mossy, keep going like that…fuck…” Sanji groaned as Zoro’s tongue ran through the slit of his cock.
“Fuck…Zoro…your mouth is so fucking hot…” Sanji gripped the green hair that his hand was entangled in, lifting the marimo’s face off his cock for a moment to get a good look at him. Zoro was completely gone, his face was a beautiful mix of tears and drool. Sanji couldn’t help but lean down and lick up the mess, he was perfect. Zoro’s mind felt all warm and fuzzy, not a single thought remained. Only doing as Sanji instructed.
“Fuck… k-keep you’re mouth open Zoro…nggh,” Sanji grunted as he stroked himself once more with the sloppy wet mess Zoro left on his cock. “D-don’t…d’don’t spill a drop,” he gave the order knowing that while under his trance Zoro would do exactly as he was told.
His mouth hung open, all the muscles relaxed as his tongue rolled out like a goddamn red carpet. Sanji grunted and panted as he came easily at the sight of his lover in front of him. Enjoying his own post orgasm high, he licked his lips as he watched Zoro on his knees below him eagerly lapping up his release as the cum spurted from the tip of his cock.
Sanji’s chest was heaving as he panted trying to catch his breath from his orgasm. He was supposed to be the one in control of this situation but the was Zoro was being so fucking for perfect for him, he couldn’t help himself. Zoro was perfect, he did exactly as he was told and did not let a single drop of Sanji’s cum go to waste. Even getting the whole cock back in his warm mouth. Still feeling sensitive from his orgasm Sanji was able to get hard again from the way the mosshead was attempting to suck the life out of him.
“St-stop.. S’nough Zoro… fuck”
At the command Zoro got off of Sanji’s cock. His body slowly nestled back against the deck, allowing him a few moments to recover before seeing Sanji and his perfect swirly brows again. The cook’s hair was pinned back but it was still messy with sweat and sex, his face was red and his blue eyes continued to shine in the moonlight and entrance him even more.
Zoro felt his dick twitch and he couldn’t help the whimper that escaped him. Sanji touched a finger to Zoro’s soft, wet, puffy lips, tracing over them gently before shoving two of his fingers in.
“We’re not done yet marimo,” Sanji’s voice rumbled and Zoro’s cock jumped at the sound.
“Oh ? Are you getting off on my voice now ? Such a kinky marimo you are…” Sanji’s eyes were full of mirth and he put in another finger for the needy swordsman to suck on.
While Zoro’s mouth was occupied with three of Sanji’s fingers, sucking on them, gagging on them a little, working his tongue around the digits - Sanji helped himself to a treat. Going after Zoro’s nipples and chest like a man starved, sucking on the nipple and making the other man keen at the sensation. Sanji could feel Zoro’s chest vibrating as he moaned for him, he could feel the way he was trying to beg for him.
“Hmm… what was that dear?” Sanji pulled his hand out and teased. Using the hand not slobbered on to run through sweaty green hair, tugging slightly to force his eyes open. The eye contact immediately had Sanji hard again. The way the swordsman’s eyes were glassy and pupils were blown with pleasure, it was impossible to resist. The way his face relaxed at the sight of Sanji’s brows, “That’s right marimo…keep your pretty eyes on the spirals and me.. I’ll make you feel so good.”
Zoro nodded and before he knew it he was naked, not that he minded and before he had time to even fully comprehend their new position Zoro felt a wet finger teasing at his entrance. He whined, he needed more. His body was feeling hot again, every inch of him was warm, he was sweating and panting as two more fingers started to stretch him out.
“Pl’ea..ahh…s’big…San,” Zoro slurred out, he had long passed the ability to speak in this state but he was desperate. Riding Sanji’s fingers was not enough; he needed more to keep feeling so good. That's all he wanted, to just keep feeling good.
“Soon,” Sanji whispered as he leaned down on him again, the pretty blues like a beckon in the haze for Zoro. Sanji was restraining himself as his dick was already hard and toeing at the edge of his entrance. He continued to use the fingers Zoro had coated to loosen him up, it wasn’t hard though as the swordsman was more than relaxed. His head fell back, moaning out as he tried to focus on the feeling of each finger plunging in and out, making him see stars for a few minutes at the very least.
“Please…” Zoro gasped between breaths, keening into him further.
“Please what ? Use your words,” Sanji asked in a teasing tone that only turned him on even more, especially given the mosshead's current state.
“Please…I…I-I needyou… wan’ .. y’cock…” he begged, tears edging his eyes. Sanji couldn’t take much more himself and replaced his fingers with the tip of his own throbbing cock. Zoro whined for a moment at the empty feeling but it was short lived. The slow entry was killing both of them, but after a few inches made it in, Zoro was grinding his ass down onto Sanji’s cock like a desperate whore.
“Be patient,” Sanji whispered before raspy groans overtook him, “You’re so tight,” he groaned before pushing in further. Zoro’s eyes rolled to the back of his head with every thrust into him. The way Sanji’s cock was filling him was everything he needed and he was ready to cum. He couldn’t control himself and with the last push sending the tip of Sanji’s cock right into Zoro’s prostate he was gone. Painting his own chest with his cum. Sanji looked down at the mosshead and smiled, it was his turn and he was still mostly in his right mind. As Zoro’s hole clenched around him though, Sanji’s resolve was tested. He felt the tightness in his core twisting with each thrust, with each moan, with every glimpse he got of Zoro’s absolutely fucked out face.
He couldn’t hold it anymore and with another thrust that let him bottom out in Zoro’s ass, Sanji was cumming. Zoro could feel it flooding his insides. It was everything he needed as his stamina started to wear down and sleep started to pull him under.
Sanji was also spent, but he wasn’t quite ready to pull out yet. It was no use fighting it anymore though and he definitely wasn’t opposed to keeping his cock warm in Zoro’s tight ass for a little while. After peppering his sleepy, sex drunk mosshead in loving kisses he was content to lay together until Zoro came to. Sanji pet his lover's hair, humming along with the relaxing sounds of the wind and waves, enjoying the nice night under the stars as he planned the next party.
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