Chapter 1: Chapter 1: PUSH
Notes:
EDIT:
Thank you to the folks who pointed out some of the mistakes I made! I went through and did a big edit, so hopefully everything is up to par! I also added a few extra paragraphs🥳 I wanted to change the title of this fic to Pride and Desire because I feel like that really captures the dynamic between these two better!
Chapter Text
Sanji sprawled lazily on the galley couch, his lanky frame taking up more space than necessary. One arm rested comfortably behind his tousled blond hair, while the other busied itself with scribbling new recipes in his distinctive loopy handwriting. The chef's playful nature shone through as he twirled the pen between his fingers, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. Every so often, he paused and let a culinary thought simmer and steep in his mind before putting it down on paper with a flourish, as though each stroke was an artful creation. The air around him was filled with the soft sound of the waves gently lapping against The Sunny's sturdy hull, a soothing rhythm that made him feel particularly at ease. It was a rare moment of peace aboard the lively ship, one that Sanji intended to relish fully.
The gentle creak of the wooden deck and the warm, inviting scent of saltwater provided a tranquil backdrop to his musings. Even the playful shadows cast by the sunlight seemed to dance in time with the sea's melody. Sanji let out a contented sigh, feeling the sun's embrace radiate warmth throughout the small space. The atmosphere was perfect for creativity and relaxation, a chance to indulge in his passion for cooking without interruption. His mind wandered as he considered which ingredients would best capture the essence of their next destination, mentally tasting each dish before committing to the page. The promise of new flavors and techniques filled him with anticipation and excitement.
In the midst of his recipe brainstorming, Sanji's gaze flicked to Zoro, who sat a short distance away. The swordsman was a silent but reassuring presence, keeping the couch from becoming too lonely. Zoro, as usual, was deeply immersed in his own world, which suited Sanji just fine. The tranquility of the moment wasn't something he wanted to spoil with their usual banter, though he felt a familiar urge to tease. Sanji considered tossing a comment Zoro's way to see if he could get a reaction, but decided against it just this once. For now, he was content to let the quiet camaraderie between them linger.
Zoro sat with the poise of a monk, deeply absorbed in the precise art of cleaning his swords. His frame exuded a rare tranquility, combining both a readiness for action and an unwavering focus on the task at hand. Each of his blades caught the mellow light filtering through the room, their surfaces bright and luminous. It was as if they were mirroring not just the light, but also a reflection of Zoro's intense concentration and dedication.
The swordsman's movements were steady and unhurried, displaying a ritualistic finesse that came from years of practice. He ran a cloth with deliberate care along the length of each sword, his touch firm yet gentle, as he banished even the tiniest trace of dust and grime. This rhythmic devotion was almost meditative, a testimony to his mastery and reverence for his weapons. It was clear these swords were more than just tools to Zoro; they were an integral part of him, just as crucial as breath itself.
The tranquil atmosphere of The Sunny complemented his routine. Even the flickering shadows seemed to ebb and flow in harmony with Zoro's fluid, meticulous movements. He relished these small pockets of quiet, where he could lose himself in the familiar comfort of sharpening his skills alongside his blades.
Zoro glanced at Sanji, who was still lounging with a recipe notebook in hand, the chef's concentration split between culinary musings and occasional looks in his direction. Sanji’s face was alive with thoughts of cooking, distant and absorbed, unaware that Zoro was aware. The swordsman smirked inwardly, appreciating the serene spell they were both under. Their camaraderie was as unspoken as it was unbreakable, a shared moment of peace before the inevitable chaos of their next adventure. Zoro looked back at his gleaming swords, content to let this moment stretch out a little longer, savoring the simplicity of the quiet.
A yawn played at the corners of Sanji's lips as he stretched his legs, inching his feet towards Zoro's outer thigh. With a casual flick, he nudged a little further, enjoying the simplicity of focusing on ingredients and techniques. He imagined the crew enjoying the new dishes, hearty laughs, and cheerful banter filling the dining room. His big toe dotted an imaginary "I" in the air as he doodled with his pen, then he kicked out his foot more confidently, setting his heel against Zoro with a satisfying thunk. He didn't realize exactly where he’d landed as he adjusted the paper in his lap, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
As he thinks, he is curling and uncurling his bare toes in Zoro's lap, sinking further into the couch with every movement. His heel dug in with unexpected precision, and he blissfully continued his writing, unaware of the chaos he was causing. Zoro's posture shifted slightly, a clenched jaw betraying what his stoic face would not.
Zoro had been mid-motion, running the cleaning cloth down his sword's steel with a steady, practiced hand, when he was rocked by a sensation completely unfamiliar to him. Sanji's foot, with its unexpected accuracy, had landed right in the center of his lap. The contact was soft, the touch light, but both were enough to make Zoro set the blade aside with a defeated clatter. He remained still, gripping the cloth tightly in hopes of controlling the surge of feeling threatening to unravel him. Zoro could feel himself starting to fill out, a slow and inevitable build in response that left him swallowing hard. Sanji's obliviousness only added to his conflicted state; the idea of him realizing what was happening, seeing him flustered and hard from the barest touch, was enough to make his head spin.
The mere thought of Sanji discovering the situation and taunting him set a small thrill of dread coursing through his veins. The potential humiliation loomed large, a taunting specter that somehow fueled his erection rather than staving it off. Zoro tried to rein in his reactions, but his body betrayed him; the twitch of Sanji's foot and the resulting friction only made him grow harder, more vulnerable to exposure. He felt heat rise to his face—a rare and unsettling occurrence. Why couldn't he just shove that damn foot away? Was he actually enjoying this? His mind was a whirl of confusion and reluctant arousal, yet beneath the chaos, a part of him thrilled at the predicament.
Suppressing a groan, Zoro's grip tightened on the cloth in a vain attempt to ground himself. He needed to focus, to get back to training, to pretend this wasn't happening. But with every slight movement of Sanji's toes, his concentration shattered further. He could almost hear the smug laugh that would escape Sanji's lips, the teasing words that would surely follow. "Getting off on this, marimo?" The anticipated taunt echoed in his head, and weirdly, perversely, it only turned him on more, as if the prospect of being mocked made the whole situation even more loaded.
Sanji, meanwhile, remained blissfully immersed in his world of recipes and culinary musings, too lost in thoughts of flavor and texture to notice the growing tension beside him. But the calm didn't last long. It began with a subtle awareness, a shift in sensation, as his foot pressed against something firm. Gradually, through blissful ignorance, he felt it—a distinct and undeniable hardness developing under his heel. For a brief moment, he thought it might be a trick of his imagination, doubting even what his senses were telling him. The realization hit like a surprise gust of wind, and he paused his writing mid-sentence, his curiosity piqued.
Sanji watched with barely concealed amusement as Zoro battled to maintain any semblance of composure, taking in the sight of his rival visibly unraveling. The swordsman, usually the very picture of stoicism, appeared uncharacteristically flustered, struggling to keep his cool. Sanji could see the cracks forming in Zoro's demeanor, the gaps where confidence usually resided, replaced now by full-fledged mortification. Zoro's face was turned away, a desperate attempt to hide from the situation, as if pretending Sanji wasn't seeing this vulnerability would somehow spare him the embarrassment.
He'd never thought he'd see the day when Zoro would get so worked up over something as innocent as a stray foot, and he found it immensely entertaining. The mighty Zoro, vanquished not by swords or fists but by a simple touch, desperately trying to keep his dignity intact while the very thing he dreaded was unfolding right in front of him. Zoro's hands were frozen mid-task, the cloth forgotten as he sat rigid, his entire posture a testament to how undone he was by the development in his lap.
Sanji's thoughts danced with possibilities; he could almost hear the teasing quips lining up, ready to be fired. Maybe he'd say, "Guess it doesn't take much to get you all hot and bothered, huh, marimo?" The opportunities for mockery were endless, much to Sanji's delight.
With Zoro's pride clearly on the line, Sanji wondered just how long he could milk the situation before Zoro exploded in frustration or imploded from sheer humiliation. The prospect was delicious, and Sanji savored every moment of watching his proud rival squirm and fidget, caught in an overly revealing bind. Was Zoro actually blushing?
Sanji stretched his legs out a bit more, testing the situation with a teeny nudge. It wasn't his imagination after all. His foot had well and truly hit the mark. As he soaked in the scene, Zoro's resolute avoidance of eye contact spoke volumes. Sanji couldn't help but chuckle, a soft sound that threatened to escape as he watched Zoro wrestle with the predicament. So, the marimo isn't as tough as he pretends, he mused. Sanji knew exactly what this meant, and the prospect of teasing Zoro was too tempting to resist.
The chuckle finally broke free, a low, amused sound that cut through the ambient noise of the waves. "You're awfully quiet, Zoro," Sanji drawled, letting his voice curl around the words just as mischievously as his foot curled around its target. "Cat got your tongue? Or is it something else?" Zoro's throat bobbed, a hard swallow as if he were choking down a growl. The foot remained in place, damnably insistent against him. His mind raced, grasping for some way to turn the tables or at least not completely lose them. The idea of conceding this round to Sanji grated against his pride, but his resolve was faltering, worn down by relentless teasing and his own unsteady heart.
Finally, he unclenched his jaw long enough to mutter, "Enjoying yourself?" It came out rougher than intended, more like an admission than the retort he'd hoped. Sanji chuckled and teased, “What's wrong, marimo? Losing your edge?" letting the words roll out with as much mischief as he could muster.
Zoro didn't move, still staring determinedly away. "Nothing's wrong," he grumbled, his voice low and strained.
"Sure about that?" Sanji prodded, his voice laced with feigned innocence. "Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you're in a bit of a bind."
"You're imagining things." Zoro's mouth was a stubborn line, but his words lacked their usual conviction. He tried to slide back, to free himself from Sanji's reach, but all it did was press him further against the teasing foot. The motion coaxed a choked sound from his throat, and he cursed under his breath.
Sanji reclined casually, exuding an air of ease, and gave another teasing nudge with his toes. "Imagining this too, then?" he inquired, enjoying the faint noises stifled behind Zoro's clenched teeth.
Zoro was at a loss, a rare state for him. His body and mind were in open rebellion, one leaning into the contact, the other screaming for escape. His usual tactics for dealing with Sanji—stubbornness, aggression, indifference—were useless here. He was caught, plain and simple, his predicament all the more infuriating because of how much it was turning him on.
He knew the smart move would be to concede, to give Sanji the victory this once and hope the cook didn't milk it for days on end. But damn it, he’d never been good at waving the white flag.
Sanji watched, amused and curious, wondering if the swordsman would crack or hang on to his pride by a thread. The sight of Zoro, so visibly conflicted, made Sanji's day. He watched as Zoro's shoulders tensed, his jaw clenched in defiance even as the rest of him screamed surrender.
Zoro remained coiled tight, like a spring wound close to breaking. He was desperately trying to hold himself together, his pride hanging by a sheer thread of control. But as Sanji added more pressure with his foot, the sensations shifted. Pain mingled with pleasure, creating a heady mix that wrapped around Zoro's senses and squeezed. It was too much. His mind slipped further, the combination making him dizzy with desire and leaving him completely unraveled.
Where was his self-control now, he wondered, feeling himself drawn closer with every movement? Where was his willpower when he needed it the most? He could no longer deny the truth that pressed insistently against him—he wanted this. He couldn't deceive himself any longer; he was actually enjoying it. Forgetting about pride, forgetting about anything, Zoro felt the dizzying mix of humiliation and arousal collide and explode inside him. This was insane. He was insane. It was almost terrifying how badly he wanted to give in, to admit defeat just this once. Giving Sanji the satisfaction felt like admitting weakness, but right then, he didn't care. Was he really going to give Sanji the win so easily? The added pressure taunted him, each nudge sending his mind spiraling. Zoro's restraint shattered like glass, a million pieces impossible to put back together, leaving him with nothing to hide behind. The weight of his desire was undeniable, crashing over him in a wave of weakness and want.
He was going crazy, absolutely crazy, feeling too much at once, and he knew it. His stubbornness, his pride, his resolve—useless against this relentless onslaught that Sanji seemed to enjoy so damn much. Why couldn't he just push Sanji's foot away and pretend this never happened? It was too late to save face, too late to pretend. No matter how he tried to fight it, how he tried to deny it, he didn't stand a chance.
Every fiber of his being screamed to let go, to stop pretending he wasn't into it. Zoro's ability to keep up any pretense of indifference crumbled in fast succession, one splinter of composure after another cracking beneath the pressure. His breathing was uneven, and the pounding in his chest almost drowned out the sound of Sanji's taunting chuckle in his ears. His entire body was betraying him; he knew, and worse, Sanji knew.
Finally, Zoro's hand shot down, grabbing Sanji's foot with a rough, almost desperate grip. He couldn't help himself. He ground against him, leaning into the contact, feeling the last of his defenses crumble.” Ah, cook!” he moaned as the sensation ripped through him, raw and intense, leaving him wide open and exposed. He gritted his teeth, trying to rein in some of the noises that threatened to escape.
"What marimo?" Sanji taunted, his eyes shining with barely hidden triumph as he felt Zoro grind with increasing urgency.
The mighty swordsman was falling apart, right there in front of him, all because of a little goading and well-placed touch. Sanji savored the sight, delighted in the undeniable fact that he had Zoro completely at his mercy. The power he held in this moment was intoxicating, a heady thrill that pulsed through him as he watched Zoro squirm and give in.
Sanji teased him further, letting his voice curl with even more playfulness, "Getting off on this, marimo?"
Zoro's response was a guttural sound, not quite a word, more of an unrestrained admission. He was impossibly close, teetering on the brink, and Sanji knew it. Knew the exact effect he was having. Zoro's head tipped back, exposing the stretch and strain in his neck, his body finally caving to the relentless teasing. Zoro was so far gone he barely noticed the smirk curling at the edges of Sanji's mouth, the gleam in his eyes as he watched his crewmate unravel.
Sanji’s foot moved with the perfect rhythm, each press and shift driving Zoro closer and closer. Zoro was breathless, fighting to keep any of the noises in, but a ragged moan tore free as he hit the edge. The sound was raw, unguarded, and seemed to echo around them.
Zoro's entire body tensed as energy coiled tight, only to explode, releasing jolts of pleasure that surged through him with relentless force. It hit him everywhere at once, his senses alight with the intensity. He couldn't believe how good it felt to let go, to be this raw and uncontrolled. The sensations were all-consuming, pushing him past any limit he'd ever known. And this was no ordinary release. It built and built until he was shaking, the need to control completely lost to the incredible waves coursing through him. He felt the powerful rush flood his system until it seemed like his whole world tilted.
Zoro's hard length pulsed hot ropes soaking his underwear and spreading warmth across his skin. Sanji's foot kept up its torment, expertly working him through the intense release and making sure Zoro felt every wild, shuddering second of it. The aftershocks hit him in waves, each one dragging more guttural noises from his throat and making him jerk helplessly against the pressure. It was overwhelming, a sensory overload that pushed him so far he was sure he'd never come back. His grip on Sanji's foot began to soften, the strength and urgency of it melting away just like the rest of him.
As he rode out the high, he felt something happen. His mind, usually so focused and sharp, softened. Thoughts blurred, and he sank deep into a space he couldn't quite put a name to—a headspace he'd never touched before. Zoro had never been this exposed, this vulnerable, and it was nothing like he imagined. It felt like an out-of-body experience, a strange and exhilarating freedom. The sensations that once teetered on the edge of painful were now soft, almost gentle, and they covered him completely. Sanji’s relentless teasing had stripped him bare, but in losing himself like this, he'd never felt more alive.
It was overwhelming and new, a sensation that washed over him and left him hollowed and full at the same time. He let himself give in, his body going soft and quiet as he reveled in the moment. It felt better than anything else because of how raw it was.
Sanji felt the shift, saw the way Zoro's body eased into a state he'd never witnessed before. It was like watching a storm quiet to a gentle rain, and Sanji's teasing instinct gave way to something softer, more tender. He kept his foot there, now still and comforting, sensing Zoro needed this—needed him to just be present and not push the moment away with a joke.
His voice lost its edge, turning warm and slightly awed. "Didn't know you had it in you," he murmured, the words almost a whisper, more for Zoro than for himself.
Zoro didn't respond, not right away. His eyes were closed, his breathing deep and unhurried, a peacefulness settling over him that was as rare as it was unexpected. Sanji could hardly believe it—this was the same man who'd been so wound up moments before, now looking like he'd just discovered a whole new part of himself.
Sanji watched him intently, taking in every change in Zoro's demeanor with fascination. When Zoro finally opened his eyes, they held a slight glassiness that hadn't been there before, a look that seemed both dazed and completely at peace. The mighty swordsman seemed almost dreamlike, and Sanji marveled at the transformation.
"You really are full of surprises, you know that?" Sanji said, letting the awe show in his voice, unable to keep the warmth from seeping into each word. He’d never seen Zoro like this, and a part of him hoped he’d get to see it more.
Zoro blinked, a slow, lazy movement, before a small, genuine grin worked its way to his lips. "You saying you haven't figured me out yet?" The words were softer than usual, tinged with a vulnerability that Zoro rarely showed. He still looked slightly unfocused, and for once, he didn't mind.
Sanji chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "Nah, I think it'll take a few more rounds like that." He watched as Zoro seemed to process the statement, the glassy look deepening. Then Sanji caught a different glint in those hazy eyes, something playful and determined.
Zoro shifted, his grip on Sanji's foot tightening, but this time without the urgency. "My turn," he said, voice low and filled with intent.
Sanji raised an eyebrow, caught between surprise and intrigue. "You sure about that, marimo?" He hesitated for a moment, knowing Zoro was in a headspace he'd never seen before. He didn't want to rush things, didn't want to take advantage of how open and unguarded Zoro was. But the look in Zoro's eyes left little room for doubt.
Zoro nodded, more certain than Sanji had expected. "Want to," he insisted, leaving no room for argument.
Sanji sucked in a breath, Zoro's conviction catching him off guard. "Then I guess it would be rude to say no, wouldn't it?" he replied, finally giving in and allowing the anticipation to build within him. The idea of Zoro returning the favor sent a slight thrill through Sanji.
Zoro knelt in front of Sanji, his fingers moving with surprising care as he caressed Sanji's feet. A reverent air hung around him, as if he were now the one worshipping, the one drawn to something greater than himself. His skin was flushed, his entire focus centered on what he was doing, and Sanji sucked in a breath as the realization hit him—Zoro was really going to follow through.
He felt Zoro's lips, warm and insistent, trailing slow kisses from his ankles to his calves, moving ever upward. The sensation was electric, sparking along Sanji's nerves and making him wonder how long he'd be able to hold out. He fought to keep his cool, but Zoro's attention to every inch, every spot that made him twitch, was threatening to undo him already.
Sanji had not been expecting this, not from Zoro. He couldn't believe that Zoro, who was always so hard around the edges, so rough and tough in everything he did, was suddenly so soft. Yet here was Zoro, on his knees, worshipping the very legs he often cursed during their fights. Sanji's legs had always been his strength, the thing he relied on second only to his cooking. And now Zoro was treating them with reverence, like they were the most precious thing in the world. Sanji watched in disbelief as Zoro's lips moved with a surprising gentleness, as if each kiss was a way of thanking Sanji for helping keep everyone safe with those legs, for being strong and steady when it counted.
The care and focus Zoro showed were almost overwhelming, and Sanji struggled to understand it. It was the attention and admiration that left him more flustered than any of Zoro's taunts ever had. "I don’t get you, marimo," Sanji said, his voice carrying a bewildered edge. But Zoro didn't stop, the warmth of his lips trailing slowly up Sanji's legs. "A guy like you, doing something like this?" Sanji continued, trying to keep the shaking from his voice. He was totally unprepared for just how tender Zoro’s touch could be.
"Shouldn't be surprised," Zoro shot back, his words muffled by another careful kiss. "Told you it was my turn." The look in his eyes was steady, and Sanji realized with a rush of awe that Zoro meant it—meant to take his time, to return every ounce of what he'd felt.
Sanji's mind raced, the unexpectedness of it all making his heart pound in ways he'd never admit out loud. But even as he tried to wrap his head around it, to grasp why Zoro was being so damn sincere, another part of him didn't care. Another part just wanted to feel what Zoro was doing, without question or hesitation. So he let go, let himself sink into the moment, into the sensation of Zoro's mouth on his skin, into the dizzying, consuming thrill of being the one who was now so completely undone.
Zoro's path continued, unhurried and thorough, as he worked his way up Sanji's legs, each press of his mouth leaving Sanji's usually unflappable composure more and more rattled. When Zoro finally reached his destination at Sanji's hips, Sanji groaned, low and involuntary. He could barely stand it, the anticipation and the knowing that this was Zoro's revenge.
Zoro's path continued, unhurried and thorough, as he worked his way up Sanji's legs, each press of his mouth leaving Sanji's usually unflappable composure more and more rattled. When Zoro finally reached his destination at Sanji's hips, Sanji groaned, low and involuntary. He could barely stand it, the anticipation and the knowing that this was Zoro's revenge.
With a deliberate slowness, Zoro undid Sanji's belt, seeking permission in the moment, and Sanji's only response was an eager nod that betrayed just how desperate he was. Zoro grinned at that, a flash of teeth that was both feral and knowing, before pulling out Sanji's hard length.
Zoro was a man possessed, driven by the need to return every moment of pleasure he'd been given, and more. There was no hesitation in him, no second-guessing. It was pure determination. He wanted Sanji to feel the full force of his focus, to know the effect he had on him. The anticipation of it was all-consuming, a burning need that left him barely able to wait another second. With a swift and decisive motion, he satisfied his hunger to have things—everything—in his mouth. He took Sanji all the way to the hilt so quickly it was almost dizzying.
It was an all-encompassing focus, the world narrowing to the sensation of Sanji filling him completely. He reveled in it, the newness and intensity, the way it felt to give back every bit of what he'd received. His mind buzzed with the thrill of it, a fire igniting as he sank deeper into this new role, this careful and intense attention that seemed to demand his all.
Sanji immediately threw his head back, a sharp gasp giving way to a string of curses. "Fuck, marimo, you're—" His voice cracked, unable to finish the thought as pleasure overtook him. He couldn't believe how good it felt, how overwhelming it was, Zoro's eagerness and skill stripping away any semblance of control he thought he'd have. A moan tore through him, loud and uncontrollable, and he couldn't help but remark, "Damn it, you're too good with that mouth." It was an admission and a compliment, full of honest disbelief and heat.
Zoro took the praise like a challenge, his determination kicking into overdrive. He doubled down, his rhythm unrelenting, as he lost himself more and more in the act of making Sanji fall apart. He loved the sounds that spilled out, the way Sanji's body reacted to each movement, each press and shift of his mouth. The attention he was receiving, the way Sanji seemed completely focused on him in return, sent a thrill coursing through him.
Sanji's fingers tangled in Zoro's cropped green hair, pulling him closer, his touch desperate and unrestrained. He was losing it, utterly losing it, and Zoro could feel it in every labored breath, every tremor of Sanji's frame. Zoro kept looking up, catching Sanji's eyes between gasping breaths. There was an intensity there, a silent plea that was unmistakably clear. He wanted more.
Sanji was on the brink, pushed to the edge so fast he could hardly believe it. He didn't last long under Zoro's relentless attention. The combination of Zoro's skill and his own desire to return him to that blissed-out state left him breathless, and he tightened his grip on Zoro's hair. He pulled him closer, and a barely coherent thought crossed his mind. Zoro looked up, determination in his eyes, and it drove Sanji wild.
He had never felt anything like it. The sensation of Zoro taking him so deep and so fast was overwhelming, the sudden rush making his head spin. He didn't expect to be so undone so quickly, and he fought to hold on, but Zoro's enthusiasm made it impossible. Each movement was intense, a new surge of heat that left Sanji reeling and wondering how long he could keep up. Zoro's sheer dedication sent Sanji to heights he hadn't anticipated, and the idea of completely losing himself was so tempting he almost gave in right then.
Sanji's breath came in ragged gasps, desperate and unrestrained. He was dizzy from it all, from how thoroughly Zoro was unraveling him, from the near-helpless way he was chasing that peak. He had to hold out, had to make sure Zoro was just as open, just as vulnerable. It spurred him, the image of Zoro in that state, and he tried to hold back, but damn it if Zoro wasn't making it impossible.
"Shit, Zoro, you've gotta—" He broke off, a moan interrupting as Zoro took him deep again, the sensation almost too much to bear. "Fuck my mouth," Zoro mumbled as he came back up for a breath, the words sent a jolt right through Sanji. He almost lost it right there, the idea so hot and so unexpected that it made him dizzy. He hesitated for a fraction of a second, unsure if Zoro really meant it, but the insistent pull of Zoro’s hands on his hips cleared any doubt. Sanji's restraint shattered, and he thrust forward, watching as Zoro took everything he gave, relentless and eager.
Zoro's eyes rolled back, almost pornographic in their abandonment, as Sanji set a brutal pace. It was intense, immediate, and the feeling was like nothing else, making Zoro moan around Sanji's length. His awareness narrowed to the sensation of his throat being used so completely, and he loved it—every relentless second. It was overwhelming, that familiar thrill of pain mixed with pleasure, and it drove Zoro wild.
"You like it rough, huh?" Sanji breathed out, the words strained with disbelief and heat. He watched Zoro's reaction, saw the way his entire body seemed to shiver with each thrust, and it only spurred him on. The mightiest swordsman on the seas, reduced to this—reduced to a gasping, eager mess—and Sanji couldn't get enough.
Zoro was so consumed he didn't even hear the teasing. He just let himself sink deeper and deeper into the sensation, letting it fill him up. A low growl of satisfaction vibrated through him, his need and dedication pushing back in equal measure.
The more Sanji gave, the more Zoro wanted, and the pace only increased. The rawness of it, the way his throat strained and his mind blurred, sent a different thrill through him, making him grow hard again. It was exciting in ways he was only just beginning to understand. But even as his arousal returned with full force, Zoro stayed true to his focus, not touching himself, not wanting to be distracted from the overwhelming feeling and the act of giving Sanji all he had.
Sanji felt the thrill of it right down to his toes, the sight of Zoro so uninhibited and intense, almost enough to throw him over the edge. He'd never imagined Zoro could be like this, and seeing it, feeling it, was more than he could handle.
"Fuck, marimo," Sanji gasped out, his voice breaking with both admiration and the sheer force of sensation. "You're too fucking much." He knew he didn't stand a chance, not when Zoro was like this, not when Zoro was so completely out of control yet so determined in his focus.
Sanji’s pleasure kept growing, building into an overwhelming crescendo that threatened to undo him entirely. He could feel the familiar stirring of one of his signature nosebleeds, the first hint of warmth sliding down his face. The sight of Zoro on his knees, so unguarded and relentlessly sexy, was more than Sanji could handle. He never imagined the swordsman could look like this—lost to it, fervently focused, and determined to take everything Sanji could give. The awareness that Zoro was loving it, the way he was shamelessly taking in all the pleasure and chaos, sent Sanji to a place where holding back was no longer an option. He was on the brink, the sensations flooding him with such intensity that the nosebleed felt inevitable.
Sanji couldn't help it when Zoro was like this, couldn't control the rush of heat and desperation that filled him. His restraint shattered as he looked down, and that was when he saw it—Zoro's eyes, wide and filled with tears from the relentless pace. It was too much, the rawness and eagerness a sight Sanji would never forget. He couldn’t hold back any longer, everything joining together in a sudden, all-consuming rush.
Sanji felt his orgasm building, a cresting wave that threatened to take him completely. It was coming fast and hard, and he didn’t want to finish down Zoro’s throat, didn’t want to be the one lost to this overwhelming intensity. He tried to pull back, to hold onto the barest thread of restraint. But there was no way, not with Zoro still on him, still relentless. The grip on his hips was insistent, and a clear message burned in Zoro's eyes—he wasn't going to let Sanji go, wasn't going to let him hold back. Zoro wanted him to lose it, wanted to take in everything Sanji had.
It overwhelmed him, the thought of Zoro needing this, needing him, needing Sanji's come on his tongue. The way Zoro held him made it impossible to pull away, impossible to hold back from the edge Zoro was pushing him towards so expertly. Sanji wanted to hold on, wanted to see Zoro undone first, but he couldn't. Not with the way Zoro was looking at him, not with the way Zoro was taking him, pulling him down into that chaos until he was so breathless and dizzy that he couldn’t think of anything else.
Sanji finally came, choked gasps and moans spilling out as his control broke entirely. The intensity of it, the force of it, surprised even him. Zoro stayed with him the whole way through, taking it all down his throat, swallowing without hesitation. Sanji’s climax hit him so sharply that it left him breathless, and Zoro's determination to capture every moment and every drop sent a fresh thrill through Sanji. He couldn’t believe how thoroughly Zoro outdid him, how the swordsman managed to surpass all expectations once again.
As his pulse slowed, Sanji watched in disbelief, the sight of Zoro savoring every second burning into his memory, an image that would drive him crazy each time he remembered it. "Fuck, Zoro," he gasped out, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sanji wanted more. His mind reeled from the image of Zoro furiously trying to swallow every bit of his release, making a messy and intense show of it that was both overwhelming and surprisingly hot. He was barely coming back down to earth, the world slowly aligning back into focus, but his body still hummed with anticipation and an unquenchable urge. The fierce determination on Zoro's face, the sight of him still on his knees and completely unguarded, fueled Sanji's desire to see his partner fall apart all over again. He wanted to make Zoro as desperate and blissed out as he had been a few minutes ago, not stopping until he wrung out a second and final orgasm. The thought sent a wild thrill through Sanji, and he couldn't help himself. He reached for Zoro's shoulders to pull him back up and swap roles again.
Yet as Sanji's gaze traveled down, he noticed the evidence of something he hadn't expected. The swordsman had already finished in his own pants, leaving an even bigger stain on the front that was impossible to ignore. Zoro gazed back with eyes still wide and teary, and the slight flush of embarrassment in his cheeks was impossible to miss. Sanji froze at the sight, too stunned to do anything but stare dumbly at the mess, until a stray crackle of a laugh left his throat. He quickly clamped his mouth shut, not wanting to offend, but something about the situation, about Zoro unable to hold out long enough to be properly finished off, was too endearing for Sanji to contain. His amusement couldn't be hidden even if he wanted to.
"Seriously? Now this is unexpected," Sanji teased, his voice thick with playful warmth and disbelief. He brought a hand up to sweep across Zoro’s cheek, brushing away the tears. His touch was soft, a gentle counterpoint to the hard and relentless pace they'd set only moments before. He watched as Zoro shifted slightly, a full-bodied shiver running through him, and wondered whether it was the embarrassment or lingering pleasure that still clung to him, making him so susceptible to Sanji's lightest touch.
The fingers now tangled in Zoro's hair, working to urge him closer. Sanji bent down, planting a chaste, affectionate kiss on the top of the swordsman’s head. "I guess not even you can handle all this, huh, Marimo?" There was an unmistakable note of affection in the words, and Sanji let himself linger there for a moment, relishing the feeling of Zoro so close, before pulling back. His nose was still dripping slightly from the earlier excitement, and a fresh streak of blood smeared Zoro’s face. Sanji swiped a careless thumb over it, futilely trying to rub it away, but only ended up smudging it more.
Zoro wiped a hand across damp lips, catching his breath, and narrowed his eyes at Sanji, as if daring him to keep laughing. "That's a lot coming from the guy who's bleeding like a damn faucet," Zoro shot back, the words a little breathless and punctuated by a short huff of air that could have been a laugh if Zoro let it be one. He knew Sanji well enough to feel the lingering affection behind his teasing, and though a kernel of true embarrassment sat in his gut, he tried to ignore it. Instead, he focused on the warmth of Sanji's touch, the way it seemed to crackle with an unexpected tenderness.
"Guess that makes us even," Sanji murmured softly, his voice carrying a playful undertone. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Zoro's lips. The gesture lingered in the air, infused with a sense of promise, as if Sanji was silently agreeing to a future that extended beyond this fleeting moment. It was as though he was making an unspoken vow that there would be more shared moments between them. As he pulled away, he did so with a playful flourish, his movement light and teasing. A grin began to form, tugging at the corners of his lips, adding a spark to his eyes.
"You're such a damn mess, marimo," he said once again, watching the way Zoro seemed to bask in his words, his earlier embarrassment melting into something softer and more content.
"You like it," Zoro shot back, trying for nonchalance even as the way Sanji was looking at him, the way he was treating him, those small gestures that showed he cared, turned him inside out.
"I do," Sanji admitted, the words carrying a weight that neither of them wanted to acknowledge just yet, not with things still so new and unexpected. His fingers trailed along Zoro's jaw, soft and careful, before his gaze drifted back to the mess on Zoro's pants. "Guess I can't complain if I'm leaving you like that, right?"
His chest felt tight with something he didn't want to name, something that made him think this went beyond anything he'd expected to feel with Zoro. Not this. Not so suddenly and so intensely. He leaned in closer, eyes curving in laughter as more blood dripped from his nose onto Zoro's cheek, a bright red testament to his inability to hold it together.
"Seriously," Zoro said, feeling the warmth and wetness trickle down, "You've gotta do something about that." He wiped at the mess, managing to smear it and little else, and Sanji leaned back again, knowing that if he stayed too close, he wouldn't be able to resist doing something reckless like kissing Zoro all over again.
Sanji’s expression was full of mischief and affection as he reached up to pinch his nose, effectively stemming the flow. "All better," he announced, drawing back with a satisfied air as if the simple act of stopping his nosebleed was the greatest achievement of the day.
Zoro gave him a look that was equal parts fond and exasperated, and it made Sanji's heart knock against his ribs in a way that should have been embarrassing, that would have been if Zoro didn't have a similar expression on his own face.
Sanji's gaze lingered on Zoro's lips before he finally pulled back, fully this time, and tried to regain some semblance of composure. He settled back, drawing a lazy hand through his own hair, and looked at Zoro with a mixture of amusement and something that bordered on awe. "Damn, marimo," he said, the words infused with a warmth that seemed to wrap around them both like a blanket. For once, the nickname sounded more like an endearment than an insult.
Zoro continued to kneel, as if unwilling to break the moment just yet. He kept his focus on Sanji, drinking in the sight of him, and stayed silent for a beat longer. The intimacy of it, the unexpected closeness, filled the space between them with a kind of peaceful quiet that neither had expected after the chaos.
As Zoro stayed there, so close, he watched Sanji fumble with his clothing, tucking himself back in and zipping his pants slowly, as if drawing out the moment. The swordsman's eyes tracked each movement until he could fight the pull of exhaustion no longer. Slowly, Zoro let the full weight of his head drop into Sanji's lap, giving in to the comfortable haze that surrounded him. Sanji paused briefly, gaze drifting back down to meet Zoro's. He stroked a hand through unruly green hair, finding unexpected solace in the quiet corner they'd carved for themselves. Zoro was already looking a little out of it, and something about the way he started to relax, the way his breath evened out against Sanji's skin, sent a wave of satisfaction through Sanji. His heart sped up even as the rest of him wound down, happiness and contentment settling into his bones in a way he hadn't thought possible.
Zoro's eyes fluttered shut, and for a second, Sanji really did think he might fall asleep there, sprawled out across him. It was almost too much, too absurd, and too perfect. Zoro's ability to just give in and rest, with that hint of a smile and a hint of stubbornness still visible, was something Sanji had never quite expected to see for himself. It drove home a feeling that had been gnawing at him ever since they'd started—this was more than he had imagined. More intense, more overwhelming, more of everything. The tension in his chest spilled over into the gentleness of his touch, the way his fingers lingered as they traced the line of Zoro's jaw. He couldn't deny it anymore, not with the way his heart was pounding. Maybe not with the way Zoro's was, either. Their closeness was undeniable, and Sanji reveled in the newness of it all, the unapologetic vulnerability that neither of them was trying to cover up.
He let the silence stretch, let it wrap them up like a secret only they shared. He watched the serenity settle on Zoro's face, the slow breaths making Sanji's thigh rise and fall under his weight, and he couldn’t help but smile. Sanji knew that if anything could wake him, it would be Sanji's voice, so he spoke up, the words casual but layered with meaning he didn't want to put out there just yet. "Okay, if we say it's a tie?" he finally asked, letting the question hang between them as his fingers continued their soft path through Zoro’s hair. Zoro was about to answer, his mouth opening to protest the idea of a tie, when his eyes drifted shut. Sanji blinked in surprise as the swordsman slumped forward, too exhausted to stay conscious any longer. A tired grumble that might have been Sanji’s name escaped him before he went completely limp, and there he was: Zoro, in all his stubborn glory, right on Sanji's lap. This marimo really doesn’t know when to stop, Sanji thought with amusement as he watched Zoro settle in. The swordsman's deep and even breathing was a testament to how thoroughly he’d been pushed, and Sanji couldn't help the fondness that crept over him as he glanced down at Zoro’s relaxed face. The sight made something warm bloom in his chest.
"You're a cute bastard, Zoro," he muttered, his words only half-teasing. The day hadn't gone as he'd expected, but he wouldn't change a thing about it—not the intensity, not the aftermath, and definitely not Zoro's current state. He soaked in the unexpected peace, gazing at the sight before him with contentment.
With a final glance at Zoro's sleeping form, Sanji started to set himself back to rights. He adjusted his own clothes, his fingers still tingling from the earlier adrenaline and the feel of Zoro in his hands. Once he was reasonably put together, he turned his attention to his apron and its pile of papers, a fond smirk lingering on his face. It only took a second for him to find a recipe he’d been experimenting with, and his mind quickly shifted gears, becoming absorbed in the culinary work at hand.
Sanji was in his own little world, a contented bubble that seemed to protect and cushion him, but it was a fragile thing, and he half-expected something to interrupt it. When no interruption came, he relaxed further, the tension leaving his shoulders and a soft hum of satisfaction escaping his lips as he scribbled down a new set of ingredient combinations. He couldn't help but look back down at Zoro every few minutes, more than a little pleased with the way the swordsman had given out so easily just from what they'd done. It was like a reward in itself, and Sanji felt a rush of pride that he knew he'd never hear the end of once Zoro woke up.
Suddenly, Nami exploded into the galley, her voice ringing out like a firecracker as she called Sanji's name. Her piercing shout shattered the peaceful quiet like a bullet, reverberating off the walls and slicing through Sanji's cozy bubble. "Sanji!" she yelled again, impatient and demanding, and it was enough to make him jump. Sanji's flustered blubbering in response woke Zoro from his slight slumber, and the swordsman groggily blinked up from where he'd been sprawled so comfortably on Sanji's lap.
Nami's eyes widened as she took in the scene—the two of them tangled up with Zoro on the floor and Sanji looking like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. For a long moment, she simply stood there, mouth agape and too stunned to speak.
Nami’s expression shifted from shocked to exasperated, and then to something like resigned amusement. As if she'd stumbled on this kind of scene before with these two, she sighed dramatically, turning on her heel and leaving as quickly as she had come. Her orange hair whipped behind her, and Sanji barely caught her saying something about not being paid enough to care about what those idiots were doing.
The door swung shut with a bang that left reverberating echoes of her presence, and whatever contented bubble Sanji had been in was thoroughly popped, replaced by a sudden, awkward tension. He and Zoro sat in stunned silence, the spell of their earlier moment well and truly broken. For a beat, neither of them seemed to know what to do. Sanji's hands hovered, unsure if he should keep working or move. Zoro still looked dazed, his green hair sticking up more than usual from where Sanji had been running his fingers through it. His body was a reluctant weight against Sanji's legs.
Zoro grunted, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with one hand and pushing off Sanji's lap with the other. The closeness they'd shared had been so natural and easy until now, and Sanji could feel the loss of it like a physical thing. Was it always going to be like this when the others found out? He didn't have much time to dwell on it, because Zoro was hauling himself to his feet with a long stretch and a noise that was somewhere between irritation and laughter.
"Guess it's back to work," Zoro said, his tone almost challenging as he glanced down at Sanji, who was still sitting amidst the mess of papers and emotions.
Sanji stood with a lightness that he didn't quite feel, brushing off his pants and giving Zoro a crooked smile that wavered between forced and genuine. "Yeah," he agreed, though it wasn't clear if he was responding to Zoro's words or the unspoken question about how they were going to handle things now. He watched as the swordsman made his way to the door, his steps regaining their usual steady confidence.
For a moment, it seemed like Zoro might linger, might say something else, but instead he just tossed a look over his shoulder, the promise of more unsaid tension lingering in the air as he left to train.
Sanji took a deep breath and let the new, awkward silence settle over him. He picked up his apron and squared his shoulders, willing himself to focus on dinner and the recipes that needed his attention.
As he set about the task of getting things back in order, he couldn't help the flood of thoughts about Zoro that filled his mind, and a tired but sincere grin spread across his face. His heart was pounding with the realization that the feelings were even deeper than he'd expected.
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Sanji turned to the kitchen, trying to reclaim the sense of peace that had been shattered. The familiar sounds of knives chopping and pots clanging soon filled the air, a symphony of culinary focus that he hoped would drown out the awkwardness lingering inside him. He told himself he was fine, that he was back in his element and nothing had changed, but he knew better. He wished he’d been able to stop Zoro when the swordsman turned away, wished he’d found the right words to make him stay. Instead, he'd let him walk off, and the moment they’d shared felt fragile and unfinished.
The more Sanji thought about it, the more he realized that he was unprepared for any of this, for what things truly meant between him and Zoro. He'd spent so long locked in their rivalry, in their banter and challenges, that these new feelings left him off-balance. He felt like he was standing on shifting sands, unsure where it was safe to step. Was their unexpected closeness always going to be interrupted by someone or something getting in the way? He remembered Nami's sudden entrance, the way she'd casually sliced through a moment he hadn’t even known could exist between him and Zoro. His uncertainty buzzed in his mind like a swarm of bees, relentless and chaotic, making him fumble more than once as he worked.
He wished he could have rewound the scene, paused it like a movie, just the two of them again. But doubt lingered, whispering that even then, something would have broken the spell. "What the hell is wrong with me?" he muttered, slicing through a pepper with more force than finesse. He was missing easy steps, his usual grace lost in the whirlwind of thoughts. Even if no one else got in the way, was he going to keep messing things up all on his own?
Sanji could hardly recognize himself. Everything felt raw and unguarded, and he was used to having his defenses up, smooth and unshakeable. But now, the thought of being so exposed, so unsure, gnawed at him. It was all too new, too confusing. He caught himself staring at the door Zoro had walked out of, heart twisting in a way he couldn't have imagined before. What if they were just too different? What if he never figured out the right words to keep Zoro from turning away next time? He didn’t want to ruin this strange, amazing thing they’d barely started figuring out.
And yet, even in the aftermath of Nami’s intrusion, even as Zoro had walked out, there was a part of him that hoped they could get back to what they’d started. Still, he was caught off guard by how much he wanted that, by how vulnerable it made him feel. Uncertainty threaded through him, and he channeled it all into his cooking, the rhythm of it almost frantic as he tried to keep up with everything in his heart.
He heard Zoro on deck, the clatter of weights and swords echoing with an intensity that made Sanji wonder if he was the only one with a racing mind and stubborn chest. The noise filled the ship, and Sanji tried to drown it out with his own efforts, his focus on cooking more intense than ever.
Upstairs, Zoro was pushing himself to his limits, lifting weights with a fury that matched the storm in his mind. The swordsman gritted his teeth and drove forward with each motion, trying to banish the confusion that had taken hold since Nami's sudden intrusion. He'd let Sanji see a side of him that no one else ever had—a vulnerable, unguarded side—and now he couldn't shake the feeling that it didn't matter to the cook.
The scene repeated again and again in his mind, like a wound that couldn’t heal: Nami's wide-eyed shock, Sanji's stunned silence, his own awkward retreat. Each piece of it haunted Zoro with a vividness that refused to fade. It ate at him, pulling him back to that moment when they'd almost crossed a line he didn’t even know was there. Nami's interruption had been so abrupt, so unexpected, and then Sanji hadn’t said a word. The silence had stretched like an ocean between them, leaving Zoro to drift in uncertainty. Did it mean Sanji didn’t care as much as he'd thought? Was that the closeness Zoro had felt was something only he wanted? He'd let himself hope for more, left himself exposed in a way he never did, and now it all felt like a misunderstanding he couldn’t shake. The thought clung to him like a shadow, insistent and dark, whispering that he was the only one feeling this way.
Frustration mingled with doubt, pushing him harder in his training. The weights drove him to the edge, the strain a welcome distraction from the confusion that tangled inside him. They could have talked it out, faced those feelings head-on, but instead, he’d walked away like a fool, assuming Sanji would follow. And yet, he hadn’t. Zoro wanted to believe there was more between them than their rivalry, more than the camaraderie of crewmates. But with each passing second, it seemed less and less likely. He fought against the growing sense of defeat, trying to force it out with each workout.
Nothing made sense anymore. He was used to charging forward, facing challenges without hesitation, but this time he felt paralyzed. Their moment had seemed like a spark, something real and rare, and now it felt like it had vanished into smoke. The noise rattled around in his brain, every doubt magnified by the echo of metal on metal as he pushed himself past the breaking point.
With a growl of frustration, he redoubled his efforts, pouring every ounce of his conflicted heart into the physical strain. The weights clanged against each other in angry harmony with his breathing, echoing across The Sunny in a way that made it seem like they were taunting him. Was this the price of letting someone in, of wanting more than just camaraderie? Zoro wasn't sure if he was ready for what it meant, and the lack of control over himself, over Sanji, over everything, tore at him more than he was willing to admit. He tried to let the intensity of his workout drown out the emotional noise, but it was there, persistent and unyielding.
The tension between the two continued to simmer for the next couple of days. Each time Sanji thought he might get a moment with Zoro, something else got in the way. He'd hear Luffy shouting for meat, Brook wondering if skeletons could starve, or Chopper asking about the dinner menu, and then the swordsman would be gone as quickly as he'd appeared. Sanji was starting to wonder if Zoro was avoiding him on purpose, the thought both infuriating and exasperating. Why couldn't he just confront this like everything else instead of dodging around like a clueless mosshead?
Sanji wasn't the only one noticing the strange tension echoing throughout The Sunny.
Nami walked around the ship with a growing sense of curiosity and concern, feeling the unusual tension that seemed to have taken hold. It didn't take a genius to notice that Zoro and Sanji were avoiding each other, and she knew them well enough to realize something was definitely not right. For days now, they'd been almost comically out of sync, never in the same place at the same time, and that was weird even by their standards. It was clear to Nami that this was driving Sanji insane. She caught him sneaking glances whenever Zoro was within view, his expression a mix of impatience and frustration. It was like Zoro was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, a ghost haunting Sanji without ever really appearing in the flesh.
She watched as Sanji seemed to brace himself each time he turned a corner, like Zoro might be lurking just out of sight, and she swore she saw him clench his jaw and grit his teeth more than once when their paths actually did cross. It was almost entertaining to see him so flustered, though she wasn't about to meddle more than she already had. As far as she was concerned, she'd done her part by accidentally interrupting whatever they'd been up to in the galley, and the rest was up to them to sort out—or not. Still, even Nami had to admit she felt a bit of pity for the cook, who was clearly struggling with whatever silent drama had erupted between them. She imagined the storm of emotions boiling underneath Sanji's cool facade, knowing that the confusion was bound to be mutual.
Sanji couldn't make sense of it. Zoro was practically avoiding him on purpose, but then, in those rare moments when they bumped into each other, the swordsman looked so infuriatingly normal, with not a hint of awkwardness on his face. Was it possible this was all in Sanji's head? The uncertainty gnawed at him, and the more he thought about it, the less he understood what was really going on.
Sanji thought about going up to him, about breaking the silence with something, anything, but he was scared for some reason. He didn't want to make the same mistake twice, and the thought of Zoro brushing him off again tightened in his chest like a knot. Why couldn't he just act like his usual, confident self? All he needed to do was say a few words, right? Simple. But somehow, it felt like the hardest thing in the world. Every time he imagined striding across the deck and confronting Zoro, his resolve wavered, and he found himself hesitating instead. If they were going to work this out, he had to be the one to make a move. But what if he said the wrong thing? What if Zoro really didn't care? The questions circled in his mind, trapping him in his own uncertainty.
Sanji watched Zoro from across the deck, the swordsman a silent storm of motion against the backdrop of The Sunny’s bright colors. The sound of weights clanging under the pressure of Zoro’s relentless training echoed, mixing with the creaking of wood and the distant cry of seagulls. Sanji was about to gather his courage, ready to drown out the noise with his own voice, when Luffy burst onto the deck, his entrance as abrupt and inevitable as a summer downpour.
"Oi, Sanji! Zoro!" Luffy shouted, his voice booming across the ship like a cannonball. The air seemed to vibrate with his energy, the sea itself unable to compete with his volume. "What are you guys doing? You're acting all weird."
Sanji froze, caught off guard by the sudden confrontation. "What do you mean, weird?"
Luffy tilted his head, confusion etched on his face. "You're not fighting. You're not talking. You're not even looking at each other. It's boring."
Zoro stopped mid-lift, the weights suspended in air. He shot a quick glance at Sanji before furrowing his brow and grumbling, "None of your business, Luffy."
"Yeah, butt out," Sanji added, though there was less heat in his words than usual.
Luffy's eyes narrowed, and he crossed his arms with a stubborn set to his jaw. The crew's captain might not have been subtle, but he sure knew when things were off. He walked right up to Zoro, his presence impossible to ignore, and stood there until the swordsman had no choice but to meet his gaze.
The two of them exchanged a long, intense look, one that seemed to convey everything that needed saying without a single word. Luffy's silent insistence echoed loudly in the air, and Sanji watched in surprise as Zoro finally put his weights down with a grudging sigh. So much passed between them in those brief seconds that even Sanji, who thought he'd seen it all, couldn't believe it. The cook stood there, stunned into silence as Zoro's attention shifted back to him.
Zoro's expression was hard to read, but after another moment of awkward stillness, he jerked his head toward the mast. "Up to the crow's nest," he muttered, the words heavy with unspoken intent.
Sanji blinked, the unexpected turn leaving him momentarily speechless.
"Yeah," he said finally, the word dragging out of him like a reluctant confession. "Sure."
He followed Zoro's lead, neither of them speaking as they climbed. The silence between them felt precarious, like it might shatter at the slightest sound, and Sanji's heart beat faster with each step. He didn't know what to expect, didn't know if this would fix things or make them worse, but he couldn't stand the uncertainty any longer.
When they reached the top, Zoro turned to face him, his expression as guarded as Sanji had ever seen it. The space was small and cramped, with barely enough room for both of them, and Sanji let out a nervous breath. They stood there for a moment, neither quite knowing how to start.
Finally, Zoro broke the silence, his voice gruff and a little unsure. "You running away from me?"
Sanji blinked, the accusation catching him completely off guard. Zoro's words stung more than he wanted to admit, but he wasn't going to let the swordsman get the last word, especially not if he was going to be so dense about it. "Running?" Sanji shot back, his voice tinged with incredulity. "Last I checked, you were the one dodging me for the last couple days!" His heart raced, each beat echoing in his ears as he squared off against Zoro. The tension between them was thick, almost suffocating in the cramped space of the crow's nest. He watched as Zoro's jaw clenched, the stubborn set of his face as familiar as it was infuriating.
"You could have said something," Zoro retorted, his tone challenging as ever. "You think I'm a mind reader or what?" His eyes never left Sanji's, both of them refusing to back down.
Sanji frowned, the frustration boiling over. "Oh, and you're such an open book, right? You left before I had a chance to do anything!" He stepped closer, refusing to let Zoro act like this was all his fault. Every inch felt like a mile, the distance between them closing in ways neither of them knew how to handle.
Zoro matched his step, the intensity in his gaze unwavering. "You could have caught up. Wasn't hard to find me," he said, his voice losing some of its bite, a hint of something else creeping in, something almost vulnerable.
It threw Sanji off balance, but he masked it with a scoff. "Right, like you would have listened. You always think you know everything." He crossed his arms, an air of defiance masking the uncertainty that gnawed at him.
Zoro leaned forward, those sharp eyes never leaving Sanji's face, and his voice was as steady as his determination. "You think I'm the one dodging? You were right there, Sanji. You could have stopped me."
Sanji's heart skipped, and his breath hitched in response as Zoro moved in once more, reducing the distance between them to nothing at all. He refused to let Zoro rattle him, even if he was rattled right down to his bones.
"Maybe I didn't want to," Sanji shot back, though the words caught in his throat on their way out. It was a bluff, and he knew it; they both did. He dropped his arms to his sides, his frustration cracking just enough to let something else through.
"Yeah?" Zoro said quietly, the challenge gone from his voice, and uncertainty wavered in his eyes. They stood chest to chest now, and the world seemed to shrink around them, leaving only this moment, this fragile connection they both wanted but couldn't quite reach.
Sanji felt the heat radiating from Zoro, the closeness dizzying. His heart thundered like a wild drum, and he found himself leaning in too, pulled by something he couldn't ignore any longer. "Yeah," he admitted, barely more than a whisper.
The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning, and they were suddenly aware of how close they were, not just physically, but emotionally. Sanji searched for his next words, anything to break the thick silence without shattering it. "I thought—"
"You thought wrong," Zoro interrupted, his voice rough but steady. "If I didn't care, I wouldn't be here."
The admission floored Sanji, the vulnerability of it hitting him harder than any punch. He stared at Zoro, stunned, the fight leaving him all at once.
Zoro looked back, his usual bravado peeled away to reveal something raw and earnest. "So are you gonna keep running?" he asked, softer this time, the question more genuine than accusatory.
Sanji stood there, his mind spinning, but his feet rooted to the spot. The closeness was overwhelming, and he could feel the unsteady beat of his heart as he tried to process what was happening.
He smirked, a shaky laugh escaping him. "Guess not," he said, the words tentative but real.
Their faces were inches apart, the world around them fading into the background. They were silent again, but it was a different kind of silence, one that buzzed with the possibility of something new, something they'd both been dancing around for far too long. Sanji felt like he might burst, the emotions churning within him more intense than ever.
The distance between them closed even further, until there was no space left at all, and Sanji couldn't tell if the pounding he heard was his heart or Zoro's or both. They were wrapped up in each other, the rush of feelings and the closeness leaving them breathless.
Sanji let out a heavy breath, and before he could overthink it, before he could stop himself, he reached up and stroked Zoro's cheek. His touch was tentative at first, as if he still couldn't quite believe this was real, but the moment his fingers brushed against Zoro's skin, something in him gave way. He felt the heat of Zoro's face under his hand, felt the swordsman lean into his palm ever so slightly, and it was enough, more than enough, to push him the rest of the way. Any lingering doubt dropped away, and he was done holding back.
He closed the gap between them, finally, completely, and the kiss felt like everything they'd been holding in, all the words they hadn't said and all the feelings neither had been brave enough to speak. Sanji's heart raced, even faster than before, and his head spun with the enormity of their closeness. The moment stretched out, timeless and all consuming, and he couldn't tell if the thrill was in his chest or his stomach or his mind because it was everywhere all at once.
Zoro pulled back, gasping for air like he'd been submerged underwater, like he needed to come up for breath before he drowned in it all.
But Sanji wasn't ready to stop. His mind was a whirlwind, his pulse a frantic drumbeat, and he couldn't stand the distance, the bare inches between them. He grabbed Zoro by the shirt, crashing them back together like his life depended on it, the kiss more urgent, more overwhelming, than the first. The heat and the need and the thrill of it all grew stronger, more intense, until Sanji thought he might be consumed by it.
The two are lost in the moment, savoring the intensity and newness of their connection. Sanji could feel Zoro's heart pounding through their shirts, the thud of it vibrating against his own chest. The intensity of their kiss left him breathless, every inch of him buzzing with the rawness of it all. He was dizzy, overwhelmed, and he loved it. This was what he'd wanted, what he hadn't let himself admit he needed, and now that he had it, he couldn't get enough.
Zoro's hands moved, gripping Sanji's shoulders, his neck, his hair, as if he couldn't decide where to touch first. The desperation in his movements, the way he pulled Sanji closer, made Sanji's pulse race even faster. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be this close, to let go of everything except the heat and the need rushing through him.
The closeness was dizzying, and the roughness of their movements only made it feel more real, more intense. It was a glorious mess, with elbows and knees colliding, but all the awkwardness only fueled the urgency between them. They were so wrapped up in each other that nothing else mattered, nothing except closing the distance that had been between them for so long. Sanji pushed Zoro back into the wall, the force of it shaking the wooden slats, and started kissing down his neck.
Breathless and eager, Sanji let his lips travel over Zoro’s skin, savoring the taste and feel of him, of this moment that seemed almost unreal. He tongued Zoro's earrings, teasing the metal with lazy circles, and the reaction was immediate. Zoro let out a deep, unguarded moan, a sound full of raw need that sent a thrill straight through Sanji. Hearing Zoro lose control, make noises so unrestrained made Sanji's heart race even faster.
He pulled back with a wicked grin, eyes dancing as he looked at Zoro's flushed face. "Didn't know you were so vocal," Sanji taunted, his voice a mix of teasing and awe. Zoro's eyes flashed with something wild, but Sanji knew better than to mistake it for anger. If Sanji was being completely honest, if he let himself admit it, he loved that Zoro made such pretty noises, loved knowing he was the one to draw them out.
But before Zoro could fire back, before he could regain any of his usual bravado, Sanji crashed their mouths together again. The kiss was a tangle of heat and breathlessness, urgent and consuming, and Sanji couldn't get enough.
The way Zoro kissed him back was almost frantic now, like he was trying to devour every moment, every spark. The effect on Sanji was dizzying, a heady mix of triumph and desire that he could barely stand. But there was something else too, something hot and pressing that made Sanji's skin tingle and his heart race even faster. The longer Zoro kissed him, the more he felt it, the more Sanji knew exactly what Zoro wanted without having to hear a word of it. The proof of Zoro's desire was impossible to miss, impossible to ignore, a hard demand pressing between them.
The length of Zoro's cock strained against his pants, hard and demanding, begging for relief. Sanji was tempted to give the swordsman what he wanted, to feel every inch of him, but he wasn't quite ready to let him off the hook. He wasn't ready for Zoro to lose himself so soon.
With a wicked grin, Sanji grabbed Zoro’s cock through his pants, palming it with just the right amount of pressure to let Zoro know exactly what he was missing. He felt it twitch under his touch, felt the heat of it even through the fabric, and Sanji marveled at the size of it. A hundred thoughts raced through his mind at once, and he was shocked and thrilled by how much he wanted to feel Zoro.
Sanji had never been a selfish lover, but in that moment he was tempted to take everything he wanted from the swordsman, to wring him dry until he'd had his fill. But he pushed those thoughts aside, put them on the shelf for later, and pressed down just enough to earn a ragged breath from Zoro, just enough to make him gasp. Sanji wouldn't let him have it that easy, and as soon as he felt Zoro start to pant, he pulled away with a cocky smirk.
The look on Zoro’s face was priceless, caught between relief and frustration, his mouth open in an unguarded moan. He clearly hadn't expected Sanji to stop, and that made Sanji even more determined to draw it out, to make him squirm until Zoro couldn't take it anymore. Sanji knew he was being a tease, but the power of it all was intoxicating. He'd spent so long denying himself this moment, denying himself Zoro, and now that it was happening, Sanji wanted to savor every second. He wanted to make Zoro just as breathless, just as overwhelmed, as Sanji had felt since their first kiss. He wanted to push Zoro right to the brink and watch him fall apart.
Sanji shifted his attention, letting his hands roam over Zoro's body, relishing the way Zoro shuddered under his touch. He could feel the muscles tensing and flexing beneath Zoro's shirt, the strength in every part of him, and Sanji couldn't help but be in awe of it. He let his hands trail along Zoro’s sides, his shoulders, his arms, each touch meant to drive Zoro a little crazier, to make him wonder where Sanji would go next.
Sanji savored the way Zoro’s chest heaved, the way his breath came in short, needy bursts. He loved knowing that for all Zoro’s bravado, all his strength and stubbornness, he was just as helpless to resist Sanji as Sanji was to resist him.
He eyed Zoro’s chest with a hungry look, feeling his resolve slipping already.
Sanji has always had a fascination with chests. Zoro's was the ultimate temptation for Sanji, and he couldn't resist it. Zoro's well-defined pecs were bigger than those of most girls! Just imagining touching them made Sanji's mind spin. How could he resist the urge to feel, to explore every inch, to appreciate the power beneath his clothes?
With quickness fueled by want, Sanji reached for the hem of Zoro’s shirt, his fingers grazing the fabric with eager anticipation. He wanted to feel the strength beneath, to see what he'd imagined so many times before. In one swift motion, he pulled the shirt up and over Zoro's head, mussing the swordsman's hair even more than usual. Zoro let out a grunt as the shirt was forcefully yanked past his shoulders, the unexpected roughness making his breath hitch. "At least give me a warning," Zoro muttered, but his voice was more breathless than annoyed.
Once it was off, Sanji made quick work of the haramaki, tossing it aside with one fluid motion. The air was charged between them as Sanji took in the sight, and a triumphant gleam lit up his eyes.
"Had to get you out of those," Sanji said, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he rushed to push Zoro back up against the wall. He was cocky now, unabashed in his hunger.
Zoro felt a little exposed under the cook's unwavering gaze, the intensity of those eyes boring into him like a spotlight. The scrutiny wrapped around him, igniting a mix of self-consciousness that made him acutely aware of every movement and a strange excitement that sent a thrill up his spine. Sanji's gaze was hot, burning through any sense of composure Zoro might have tried to hold onto.
"Cook, you can't just stare like that," Zoro protested, though his voice betrayed him by cracking slightly. He flushed, the color spreading across his cheeks and down his neck. He was so used to being on the offensive, the one pushing forward, but now he felt unarmed, bare, and intensely aware of Sanji’s eyes on him.
Sanji looked like he was savoring every second of it, relishing the sight before him. He loved knowing he could get this kind of reaction, loved the power that came with it. "Why not?" Sanji replied with a teasing lilt, not even pretending to look away.
Zoro glared, but it was half-hearted, more of a plea than a threat, and Sanji smirked triumphantly. All that flustered vulnerability only made him want the swordsman more, made every inch of him buzz with excitement.
Sanji's hands moved with a mind of their own, itching to feel Zoro's skin, to explore every inch that was now exposed to him. He knew Zoro was trying to glare, to hold onto some shred of resistance, but the need in him was too strong, and it pulled Sanji in like gravity. He smirked as his fingers finally met the swordsman's chest, and he loved the way it felt under his hand, loved how much there was to grab onto. For a moment, Sanji was almost in awe. How could it be so soft yet so strong? How could he have denied himself this for so long? It was too much, too tempting, and he kneaded the flesh with abandon, letting himself get lost in the sensation of it all.
"Cook," came Zoro's voice, more of a gasp than a word, as if the touch had surprised it right out of him.
Sanji's fingers circled Zoro's nipple, he'd never have guessed Zoro could be so sensitive!
"Cook, you can't—"
Zoro's back arched before he could finish, a groan exploding out of him.
Sanji paused for a second, a little stunned at the reaction, but then he couldn't hold back a wicked laugh. "Didn't know you could make those pretty noises just from this," he said, his voice devilish and delighted. The knowledge set him off, a thrill running through him like an electric current.
He began to use both hands to explore Zoro's chest, fingers unrestrained, eager to discover every last one of Zoro's weaknesses, to feel every inch of skin. Sanji didn't hold back, wanting to know exactly how much Zoro could take, how far he could push him, how wild he could drive him before he finally lost it. He watched Zoro's mouth fall open with needy gasps, saw the way his head fell back, and Sanji marveled at how responsive he was.
Zoro's breath caught in his throat, his body shaking under the intensity of the touch, every squeeze and caress sending shockwaves through him. His entire chest burned, every movement electric. Sanji's touch was relentless and searching, setting nerve endings alight and making Zoro's mind go blank. He couldn't believe how much he needed it, how every touch overwhelmed him and drove him out of his mind. Zoro's mind raced, trying to hold onto some composure, but Sanji was moving nonstop.
The tension between them tightened, a hot, frenzied coil that Sanji reveled in. He loved how helpless Zoro became, loved knowing he was making the swordsman come undone. Zoro's chest heaved with every ragged breath, and his skin felt hot to the touch. He couldn't keep up the pretense of resistance anymore, not with Sanji exploring and teasing, knowing right where to touch. Zoro was more vulnerable than he'd ever let himself be, but at that moment, he didn't even care. All he cared about was the boiling need, the fire that Sanji kept stoking higher and higher.
The heat between them was electric, and Sanji savored every second of it, feeling Zoro writhe and shake under him. The swordsman's head fell back with a needy groan, his breath coming in short, desperate bursts.
"I can't—" Zoro gasped again, but Sanji wasn't letting him escape that easily.
Sanji pinched Zoro's nipples, twisting them harshly. Zoro's hips thrust up with the sensation, his body moving on instinct, loving the mixture of pain and pleasure. There was no hiding how much he wanted this, how much he needed more. Sanji watched, fascinated by the reaction, as Zoro's hips bucked again, almost a reflex against the intensity. His breath came in ragged gasps, and with each twist of Sanji's fingers, the line between sweet and sharp blurred until Zoro couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. Sanji grinned, feeling triumphant at the swordsman’s desperation, at the sight of him losing control. Everything about this—about Zoro—was more than he'd imagined.
"You think you can cum from this, mossy?" Sanji asked, his voice teasing and full of challenge. He marveled at Zoro's reaction, the way his body was starting to tremble.
"I—I—I don't know, maybe?" Zoro panted out in a stuttered response, his voice cracking under the pressure.
Sanji grinned wickedly, loving the power he had in that moment, how he could make the swordsman unravel so completely. It thrilled him to see Zoro brought to the edge like this, to know he could push him over it with just his hands. He leaned in close, his breath hot against Zoro's ear.
"Now I would love to see you come untouched like last time, but I need to get my hands on that pretty little cock of yours," Sanji whispered, his words dripping with promise and intent.
Zoro shuddered at the thought of Sanji calling his average sized cock little, a thrill shooting through him at the sheer audacity. It lit him up in ways he couldn't explain, and Sanji saw the reaction, saw the way Zoro's eyes squeezed shut, and filed that info in his head to use at another time. He loved knowing what buttons to press, loved watching Zoro fight so hard to hold on.
Sanji slid his hand down the scar that marked Zoro's chest, tracing the line of it with determined fingers, each movement slow and intentional. He wanted to feel every inch of it, to remember it forever, to commit the path of it to memory. Sanji marveled at the way the scar seemed to bear its own story, a testament to Zoro's strength and resolve. He let his fingers linger, savoring the heat and texture, the way it stood out against the rest of Zoro’s skin.
"Damn, it's even hotter than I thought," Sanji said, more to himself than to Zoro, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and something deeper.
Zoro swallowed hard, trying to cover up how much he liked hearing that. "Did you think I'd have a weakling's scar?" he shot back, a feeble attempt at sarcasm.
Sanji just laughed, a low, wicked sound. "Nope," he replied, enjoying how every touch made Zoro squirm. "It's exactly what I imagined."
He traced the scar one more time, fingers light but unyielding, before letting his hand wander further down.
Slowly, methodically, Sanji took stock of every ab and muscle, every ridge of Zoro's body, marveling at the strength and the heat under his fingers. He loved the way Zoro's muscles tensed, the way they rippled beneath his touch. There was so much to explore, and for a wild second, he almost didn't know where to start. He paused, thinking about how much more he wanted to see, how much more he wanted to feel. But the thought of what was lower, the thought of seeing Zoro's cock, crowded out everything else, and Sanji's mouth began to water in anticipation. His hands moved down Zoro's body with renewed urgency, sliding lower and lower, until they reached the waistband of Zoro's pants.
Smirking, Sanji swept his hands back up and along Zoro's hips, palming the knob between his legs to feel the sheer size and hardness. He pressed more insistently, a wicked thrill running through him as Zoro bucked helplessly under his touch. God, he loved making Zoro lose it like this! But he couldn't keep the impatient thrill at bay; he needed to see him, needed to know how badly he was teasing. In one swift motion, Sanji pulled Zoro's pants and underwear down, stripping him bare.
Zoro's cock sprang free the instant Sanji pulled his pants down, the movement so fast it took Zoro himself by surprise. He watched Sanji's eyes widen, his stunned expression like an echo of the way Zoro felt—bare and exposed. The swordsman could barely catch his breath; even his most basic instincts felt blocked, like he was too unprepared to process what was happening.
There was something about Zoro being completely naked while Sanji still had his button-up and slacks on. Something about the contrast between being completely bare and fully clothed struck them both with a thrill of exhilaration. The imbalance sparked something electric, a sense of control for Sanji and vulnerability for Zoro that made them crave this moment even more. Sanji felt a wave of power and possession wash over him as if he were the one unraveling the swordsman thread by thread. Zoro, exposed and leaning before Sanji, felt a rush of sensation he couldn't quite name, something between desire and surrender. It was intense and overwhelming, and it consumed both of them in a way that made every second feel like fire.
Sanji looked down to stare at Zoro's exposed cock, almost unable to believe how hard and demanding it was, how it lifted up insistently as if seeking attention. Sanji's initial shock quickly turned to glee, and his lips curled into a wicked, delighted grin. God, he was really driving Zoro crazy! The sight fueled his desire, heat surging through him as he marveled at how responsive Zoro was to every touch. There was so much energy between them that Sanji felt like he could explode from the intensity of it all.
A gleam of devilish delight sparked in Sanji's eyes, and Zoro could feel that it was all over for him. He couldn't believe that being laid bare like this made him pulse with need, but here he was. He barely registered the slight drop of precum beading at the tip of his cock, but Sanji didn't miss a single detail.
With a fierce hunger, Sanji closed the gap between them, crashing their mouths together in a forceful kiss that was all teeth and heat. When Sanji's fingers gripped Zoro's cock, he lost himself in the sensation, overwhelmed by the shivers rushing through his body. Sanji's strokes were slow, methodical, and so precise, focusing right at the tip.
Each stroke was like a skilled caress from a sculptor, taking its time to build up the perfect form and intensity until it caused Zoro's mind to shatter and his body to tremble under the delicious torture. He could barely contribute to the kiss anymore, his mind free of thought as the pleasure swirled around him, overwhelming everything else.
Zoro's breath came in ragged pants, each exhale spilling hot into Sanji's mouth as he struggled to keep up. He tried to focus, to kiss back with the same urgency, but everything was drowned out by the electric pulse of Sanji's hand.
The cook knew exactly what he was doing, and Zoro was going insane from it. Every touch, every stroke from Sanji’s relentless hand brought him closer to madness, and he was helpless to stop it. How was Sanji taking control so completely? Zoro was unraveling, each moment leaving him more breathless than the last. He couldn't process how intensely he was coming undone, how much he was losing himself to Sanji's expert teasing. It was maddening and exhilarating all at once, and Zoro felt like he was drowning in the sensation. Was this how it was going to be again? He thought he'd learned his lesson before, thought he'd be ready for Sanji's advances, but that cocky bastard was reeling him in all over again.
He remembered the last time he was completely at Sanji’s mercy, and he realized now that nothing had changed. The cook was still in control, still the one pulling all the strings and making Zoro dance to his tune. Zoro's mind frantically reached for some sense of dominance, but it was a losing battle.
Every second was a delicious agony as the burst of pleasure blurred the edges of thought, leaving only the visceral neediness of it all. Zoro could barely keep his composure, barely keep himself from shouting out at the sheer intensity. Everything was slipping through his fingers, and all because Sanji knew exactly how to play him. The swordsman couldn't believe how much he'd let this happen, how much he craved it in spite of himself.
A helpless groan slipped past Zoro's lips, muffled by Sanji's mouth, and he felt the thrill of it jolt through his entire body. He panted out again, his voice mixing with Sanji's breath as they kissed messily, desperately.
"I thought you were going to be more of a challenge," Sanji teased, pulling back just enough to smirk against Zoro's lips.
Zoro glared at him, breathing hard but still defiant. "I can keep up," he shot back, a competitive edge sharpening his voice.
Sanji's eyes lit up at the challenge, his grin wicked and full of intent. "Oh yeah? Lets test that."
Sanji takes a step back, trying to catch his breath and slow his racing pulse, everything in him electrified by how close Zoro had been. He couldn't help but smirk as he watched the swordsman, loving the way he leaned against the wall in front of him, loving how much his own touch had pushed him. He wanted to keep going until Zoro completely unraveled, until he saw him fall apart in a way he never had before. But first, Sanji figured Zoro could use a breather—and what better way to let him recover than by putting on a little show? Sanji chuckles, taking his time as he slowly starts removing his shoes and putting them next to the swordman's.
The whole time, Zoro seemed a bit dazed, and Sanji loved knowing how wild he'd driven the swordsman, loved seeing him catch his breath and come back. Sanji could barely stand the anticipation himself, practically buzzing with it. Still, he wanted to savor every second.
He watched as Sanji moved deliberately, the cook's eyes never leaving Zoro's as he pulled a belt from the loops of his pants with a seductive snap. It made Zoro’s pulse race all over again. He felt electrified and eager, a need building in him that he couldn't quite bring himself to shout for. God, Zoro wanted him back already! He glared, but it was weak, more of a dare for Sanji to come closer.
Sanji grinned wickedly, knowing Zoro was holding himself back, and loving how hard it was for him. That dense mosshead was barely restraining himself, the desperation written all over his face. Sanji could see it in the way Zoro held his breath, in the tight clench of his fists as they hovered near his own cock hanging neglected between his legs.
He knew Zoro was trying to stay in control, to not give in, but Sanji wasn't going to make it easy for him. Sanji turned around, letting Zoro get a good look before leaning forward and bending over slowly. He moved with deliberate slowness, letting his pants slide down his legs and drop to the floor.
Zoro's mind was a blur as he watched Sanji turn back around, taking in every detail with an intensity that left him panting again. He followed the line of Sanji's taut ass in his heart-patterned boxer briefs until his eyes locked onto the heart surrounded the print of his cock. Those stupid boxers! He couldn't believe Sanji was even wearing those right now. He couldn't believe how hot they made him feel. The sight of them was enough to send him reeling, and he couldn't help but stare, couldn't help but want.
And then there were the socks. Zoro's eyes traveled down Sanji's muscular legs, drinking in the sight of his sock garters clinging to his calves. It was almost too damn much for him! The breath caught in his throat, and the heat pooled in his stomach so intensely it felt like a punch. Sanji was making him feel insane, was making him forget himself, and Zoro didn't even care. He didn't even care that it was driving him out of his mind. He was caught somewhere between annoyed and completely turned on.
Sanji saw the way Zoro was looking at him, saw the sheer want in his eyes, and couldn't help but feel triumphant. He reached for his socks, about to take them off, but Zoro's voice stopped him.
"Leave them," Zoro said quickly, that stubborn edge in his voice. There was a hint of pleading in it, a hint of something more that made Sanji's heart pound. He smirked, knowing he'd gotten to Zoro more than he thought possible.
Zoro's words struck Sanji like a bolt, and he knew exactly what he wanted to do next. He couldn't resist pushing Zoro further, couldn't resist seeing just how far the mosshead would go. Sanji's grin turned devilish, and he practically purred out the words, "Beg me to keep them on." The challenge was everything, and the way Zoro reacted was even more than Sanji had dared hope for. It was like something snapped, and Zoro was at his feet in an instant. Sanji barely had time to register the movement before Zoro's knees hit the floor.
Zoro's voice was desperate, catching on the words like he could hardly breathe. "Fuck, cook," he moaned, his words full of heat and surrender. "Please," and he paused, the plea hanging heavy in the air. Sanji felt the impact of it like a jolt to his chest, and he could hardly believe how intense Zoro looked, how intense he sounded, as he begged for him. Zoro barely gave him any time to react, needing him so badly that he couldn't hold it back any longer. "Can you leave them on for me?" Zoro finally gasped out, his voice raw and needy.
Zoro begged, and Sanji's pulse raced. A breathy curse slipped past Sanji's lips as he watched the swordsman, barely able to believe what he was seeing. Zoro was actually begging him, it was too much! Sanji's mind reeled and his pulse raced, exhilarated by how fast Zoro had come undone for him. The sight was breathtaking, and Sanji thought for sure he'd lose it when Zoro started leaving hot, desperate kisses along his legs. He almost couldn't stand how good it felt to watch Zoro like this, groveling at his feet, and he felt the heat of it all the way through him. Sanji had never imagined he'd have Zoro worshipping him like this, had never imagined seeing him so bare and exposed, and it made him even dizzier than before.
He marveled at the way Zoro was burying himself into each kiss, the way he clung to Sanji's calves, the way he was so intense, so committed. It was like every kiss told him how much Zoro wanted it, how desperate the swordsman was to just keep his socks on. Sanji was choked up by the moment, knowing he'd never forget the sight, never forget how incredible this felt. For a second, he almost couldn't find his voice, almost couldn't bring himself to interrupt. Damn, Zoro! That marimo was full of surprises.
Sanji gave him a chance to finish, gave him a moment before speaking again, his voice rough with heat. "Get up," he said, trying to sound less wrecked than he felt. "Lean back against the wall."
"You are so not fair," Zoro groaned against Sanji's thigh, the complaint melting into a gasp as he moved to his feet.
Sanji left the garters that held up his socks, and couldn't help but feel a thrill at the way Zoro's eyes followed him. Next, Sanji undid his tie excruciatingly slowly, taking his time and loving every second of it. He watched Zoro twitch with impatience, watched him strain to resist the urge to touch himself, and it took every ounce of willpower for Sanji to stay the short distance away.
Zoro continued to stand there, where Sanji told him, exposed and wanting, his breath heavy and ragged. He couldn’t believe how much Sanji was making him wait, how much he needed the cook to press against him again. He wanted Sanji's hands back on him; he wanted to feel his body against his own, sliding together until he couldn't take anymore. Zoro was desperate, aching, and just about to snap when finally Sanji dropped his last piece of clothing, his underwear.
The sight of Sanji's cock was almost enough to send Zoro to his knees again. It was glorious, a little longer than his own and impeccably groomed, and it made Zoro's mouth water just looking at it. He wanted it so bad, wanted to wrap his hand around it and feel the weight, feel the heat of Sanji twitching in his grip. But more than anything, he wanted to taste it. Just the thought of having the cook in his mouth, of sucking him off and making Sanji lose it, had Zoro pulsing desperately with need. He bit back a groan and, digging his nails into his palms, struggling to hold himself back. It was almost unbearable. He wanted Sanji so damn bad!
Sanji stood in front of him, all smirking confidence, and he could tell exactly where Zoro's thoughts were taking him. He saw the way Zoro's eyes clouded over with lust, saw the way he quivered with the force of wanting to touch him, but his own need to keep Zoro on edge was too strong to ignore. He was going to make the swordsman lose it in every possible way. Maybe in another lifetime, Zoro would be the one making all the demands, but right now, Sanji was in full control and loving it. He crossed his arms over his chest, making sure to flex ever so slightly, and gave Zoro a smug look, one that practically dared him to keep waiting.
Sanji wasn't nearly as buff as Zoro, but Zoro didn't care at all. He felt like he was going crazy just looking at the cook's lean muscles shifting beneath his skin, so perfect that Zoro wanted to bite into them. His body was a work of art, and Zoro couldn't tear his eyes away. Who cared about being buff when you looked like that?
Sanji's skin looked smooth and soft from a distance, but Zoro knew it would feel firm and strong under his fingers. He imagined the solidity of his muscles and the heat that would radiate from his body if Zoro touched him.
Sanji's body was adorned with a layer of coarse hair, each strand glistening in the sunlight and accentuating the definition of his muscles. Compared to Zoro's smooth, hairless skin, the contrast was strikingly beautiful. The hair seemed to enhance his already attractive appearance, making him appear more rugged and masculine. He imagined running his fingers through it, feeling the coarseness against his skin and reveling in the feeling of Sanji's body beneath his hands.
He watched as Sanji stood there, could see the powerful tension in every line of his body, and fuck, it made Zoro's breath catch just thinking about it. He wanted to run his hands up Sanji's arms, touch his chest, feel every single inch of him. More than anything, he just wanted to drag the cook down and swallow him all the way, tasting sweat and skin and heat. It was all driving him insane, and he couldn't even pretend not to love every second of it.
"Hey! Eyes up here, mosshead," Sanji said, delighted by the way Zoro snapped out of it and glared at him. Sanji was determined to challenge him in every way possible, to push every single one of his buttons and watch him snap.
He grinned, full of mischief and anticipation. "Think you can hold out, marimo?" He arched a curly eyebrow, his gaze once again trailing over Zoro's naked body, loving every second of how undone Zoro already was. Damn, this was more fun than he'd thought!
Zoro growled low in his chest, frustration and determination burning in equal measure. This was exactly what he wanted. He knew Sanji was testing him, trying to work him up, trying to make him blow too soon, but Zoro wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. It was a challenge, and if there was one thing he couldn't resist, it was that. He'd show the cook just how long he could last. But even more, he'd show him that he could take Sanji down first. No way was he letting that cocky bastard win! "You think you're going to beat me?" Zoro shot back, eyeing Sanji with a heated glare. "I've got news for you, cook. You're going to be the one begging." He reached out, grabbing Sanji by the hip and yanking him in close, their bare skin finally sliding slick against each other. "I'll make you cum first," Zoro promised, his voice low and defiant, his breath hot against Sanji's neck.
Zoro eagerly got to work, his hands wrapping around Sanji's hard cock, feeling it twitch as he stoked it roughly. The harsh groans that burst from Sanji's chest only motivated him further. Zoro had to look down at sanji cock, he could barely contain the intensity of how much he needed his mouth filled with it. He wanted Sanji so bad, wanted to take him in his mouth and feel him swell against his tongue. He wanted the cook until he was sure he wouldn't last another second without having him.
His hand moved faster, his strokes growing more uncoordinated as he lost himself in it, until finally, he couldn't keep it to himself anymore. Sanji seemed to sense his desperation, and he gripped Zoro's chin, forcing the swordsman to meet his eyes.
"Poor little moss," Sanji said, moaning delightedly in the way Zoro's gaze burned with raw desire. "You want something in that eager mouth of yours, don't you?"
Zoro could barely stand it. The heat between them was molten, and he wanted to devour Sanji. He opened his mouth to answer but only managed a ragged breath, gulping in air as his mind glazed over with want. All Zoro could manage was a simple nod, yes, instead.
"Let me help you," Sanji continued, his voice smooth and guiding as he raised his hand to Zoro's mouth.
Zoro's lips part eagerly as Sanji's pointer and middle fingers enter his mouth. His eyes are closed in bliss, his face flushed with arousal.
Sanji's eyes were dark and full of desire as he played with Zoro's wanting mouth, swirling his fingers around and pressing the pads against his tongue. He watched them disappear between Zoro's lips, glistening and wet, and pushed them even deeper, pressing all the way into the back of Zoro's throat. He knew the swordsman had zero gag reflex, knew he could take it all, and he loved how eagerly Zoro sucked them in. His fingers continued to explore, running over the smooth edges of Zoro's teeth, pushing up against the roof of his mouth, and savoring every single moment. The wet heat of Zoro's breath sent shivers up Sanji's spine, and he bit his lip to keep from groaning out loud.
with sanjis fingers grounding him zoro resumes the brushof his hand up and down sanjis cock, feeling the slickness growing with every stroke as he pulsed in his grip. Damn, it was perfect. The way Zoro gasped around his fingers with every twist of his wrist, the way Sanji bucked into the movement, the veins bulging and throbbing under Zoro's touch. It was all so raw, so intense, and Sanji felt the heat of it coiling low in his body.
Sanji’s breaths came faster as he watched Zoro's mouth work around his fingers, the swordsman clearly loving the way Sanji filled him up. He could feel Zoro's desperate moans vibrating against his hand. The wet sounds of Zoro's mouth, the slight slurping noises as he took Sanji's fingers in deep, echoed around the crows nest, mixing with the breathy sighs that escaped Sanji's lips.
While one hand stayed busy with Zoro’s eager mouth, Sanji's other hand followed through on Zoro's neglected exposed cock, letting it throb hot and heavy in his palm. He felt every twitch and pulse, felt Zoro getting closer to the big finish, but not quite crossing it yet.
Zoro wasn’t about to go down without a fight. Even though he knew he was losing their little game, he tried to make a comeback by locking eyes with Sanji as he doubled down on his efforts sucking the cook's fingers. He wanted to see Sanji crack.
Zoro made sucking the digits a sinfully pornographic art, his focus wholly on Sanji. He let Sanji’s fingers slide past his lips, watching the cook as he took them in and gave them a teasing little bite. He wanted to see Sanji crack, and he was getting closer to it by the second. Each time he tightened his lips around the length of Sanji’s fingers, he did it with his other hand too. The dual stimulation had the cook hissing in pleasure. Zoro's gaze was hooded and intense, a silent promise that he wasn't going to stop. Not until he had Sanji falling apart.
Sanji might have been the one in control, but the heat of the moment told Zoro that he could turn the tables with just a little more effort. He could get the cook to lose it if he kept this up. And that was exactly what he planned to do. He sucked harder, his tongue working around Sanji’s digits and working up between them. It was a challenge, and Zoro knew he was close to winning. He was about to send Sanji over the edge.
Sanji couldn’t help it. He moaned and bucked his hips into Zoro’s rough grip, feeling the heat rise in a way that left him breathless.
“Fuck, moss,” he gasped, his voice a mix of admiration and frustration. “That has to be cheating!”
The raw intensity between them crackled hotter than ever, and the sudden shift left Sanji gasping. In one swift, unexpected motion, Zoro released Sanji's slick fingers from his mouth, sending cool air rushing in their place. His eyes gleamed with fierce resolve as he knocked Sanji’s hand aside, the one that had been working him towards the edge.
In less time than it took Sanji to realize what hit him, Zoro dropped to his knees with a reckless kind of grace, his hunger driving him forward like a force of nature. It was so damn fast that Sanji barely had time to react before he felt the shocking heat of Zoro's mouth enveloping the tip of his cock.
Zoro was relentless, taking the full length into his mouth with a greediness that made Sanji’s legs tremble. He sucked it down deep, feeling it hit the back of his throat with skillful motion.
It was like a dance of fire and ice, each flick and swirl of Zoro's tongue igniting a scorching heat that threatened to consume Sanji whole. It was an artful pleasure, a sinful indulgence that left Sanji gasping for more.
Sanji shouted, unprepared for the way Zoro had turned the tables, unprepared for how good it felt. It was supposed to be the other way around, damn it!
Sanji was the one who couldn't last, the one losing his mind as Zoro devoured him. He grabbed the swordsman's head, trying to hold on, trying not to give in too fast. He was going to cum any second, he could feel it coiling hot and tight inside him, and the sound of his own voice begging sent them both right there.
“Fuck!” he moaned, helpless and reeling. “Fuck, Zoro! Too fast!”
Zoro got cockier as Sanji lost control, his reckless skill and making Sanji yell out loud enough for the whole ship to hear. Sanji never liked losing, but damn if Zoro wasn't making it impossible to think, let alone stay in the game. He cried out again, this time more desperate, as Zoro's hot throat took him in deeper than he thought possible. The fire building inside him exploded, finally breaking him.
Sanji shook all over, cursing as he shot his load hard, filling Zoro's greedy mouth, his voice ragged in the air. He slumped, his hands clutching Zoro's head, his breath gone and his mind empty but not defeated. Not yet. Zoro swallowed, his victory sweet and complete, thinking he'd finished Sanji off once and for all. He'd gotten his way, made Sanji crack first, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of triumph.
“Well, look who just won!“ Zoro claimed, a toothy grin spreading across his face as he savored what he thought was a definitive victory. He couldn't have known that the break in Sanji's game was only a quick breather, a fleeting moment before the cook turned the tables back on him. Like hell was this over so soon. Sanji's mind was spinning, but beneath the haze of pleasure, he was as determined as ever, refusing to let Zoro take the win without a fight. Sure, the marimo had gotten the upper hand, but that didn’t mean he’d actually won. Sanji leveled Zoro with a long, teasing look, his gaze sharp and full of mischief as he pulled himself together for a second round.
Sanji returned to the fight with more determination than ever. Payback time. He launched into round two, knocking Zoro down flat on his back, eager to show the cocky swordsman exactly who was really in charge.
Breathless and still reeling, Sanji pounced before Zoro had time to think. He straddled Zoro’s thighs, pinning the swordsman beneath him with an eagerness that set them both on fire. Zoro blinked up, watching the way Sanji moved with such determination, the way he took control despite having just exploded in Zoro's mouth. Zoro had gone all out in making Sanji cum first, throwing everything he had into the final blow, knowing it had to work. But it almost seemed like the cook was even more determined than before, and a creeping doubt began to work its way through Zoro's mind. Maybe he hadn't really won. Maybe this was all part of Sanji’s plan. The thought was almost too much.
He made a low sound in his throat as Sanji’s thighs settled over him, a thrill going through him at the realization that he was about to get it bad. This was about to be intense, and he craved it like nothing else.
"Oh, mossy, you should have followed the rules," Sanji sighed, his voice dripping with a mix of exasperation and satisfaction. Zoro felt the heat surge between them as Sanji's firm grip wrapped around his cock, holding him tight and sending sparks shooting through his whole body.
The strokes were fast and punishing, a relentless rhythm that made Zoro's vision blur. He struggled to keep up, each movement pushing him closer to the edge. The friction was almost too much to bear, raw and intense against Zoro's hypersensitive skin. Sanji just grinned at his predicament, almost enjoying it too much. Zoro gasped and jerked his hips, desperate for something slicker. As if reading his mind, Sanji spat with perfect accuracy onto his own hand, a wet sound that echoed Zoro's need.
Zoro's mouth opened in a soundless moan when Sanji took him back in hand, the added lubrication making everything hotter and more unbearable. The slickness of the saliva added a new sensation, intensifying the already overwhelming feeling. Each jerk of Sanji’s wrist sent Zoro reeling, and he wasn’t sure how long he could last if this was how it was going to be.
He’d never admit it, but the certainty of Sanji’s touch was driving him insane, to the brink of madness and ecstasy. Maybe he liked it this way. Maybe he wanted to lose like this. As Sanji leaned in, Zoro’s breath hitched, each sensation magnified by the sight of the cook looking so intent on wrecking him.
“This will be a little lesson in patience,” Sanji said, picking up the pace of his strokes on Zoro's cock with dedicated and detailed precision. The briefest moment passed when Zoro thought he was about to explode, about to cum so hard that it'd been worth losing, and his vision went white around the edges. That was when Sanji moved like a flash, his grip unyielding on the base of Zoro's cock, and the orgasm stopped short and harsh. Zoro choked off a cry, his whole body spasming with denied release.
“Ah ah cook,” he gasped, looking up at him with wild, pleading eyes. “Don't stop!” Zoro’s voice was full of desperation, entirely at the mercy of Sanji's merciless teasing.
Just when Zoro thought he couldn't take the stifling grip anymore, Sanji loosened his hold, stroking enough to make him think that he might get there. Sanji was torturing him, making him suffer, and enjoying every second of it.
Zoro’s hips jerked upward, fighting for more, for anything, but Sanji’s powerful legs straddling his own held him down, keeping him under control and crazy with need. He liked seeing Zoro this way too much, and he wasn't about to let him off easy.
Sanji cocked his head, almost mocking. “What’s the matter, mosshead?” he asked, his grin as sadistic as ever. “Having a rough time, are we?”
The way Zoro writhed and panted beneath him was glorious, each movement a testament to how thoroughly Sanji had him pinned. Zoro’s hooded eyes burned with something like frustration, something like unspeakable lust, as he tried to regain even a small shred of control. But Sanji was going to make sure he didn't have that chance.
Suddenly, the cook's grip shifted again, squeezing Zoro's cock so tight that the need became unbearable. Scalding heat flowed through Zoros' veins in response. Sanji then let up just enough to tease him, let the suppressed orgasm build again just to take it away. Zoro’s head fell back with a thunk, a raw, guttural noise ripping from his throat.
“Gotta say I'm impressed, marimo. thought you liked pain, but this is a new level,” Sanji taunted, his grip never letting Zoro get away. “I’ve got all day to see how bad you want it.”
Zoro bit his lip, an agonized, breathless sound escaping him as Sanji wound him up ruthlessly. It was like a vice around him, denying and denying and denying until he had nothing left. Sanji watched in pure delight. He knew when he’d won, and he knew exactly how to make Zoro crack.
No way the cook would keep him like this all day. Sanji couldn't do that! Zoro secretly hoped it wasn't even a possibility, but doubt gnawed at him, making him question everything he thought he knew. Sanji looked far too smug, too wickedly pleased to let him off the hook anytime soon. Zoro knew he was in over his head, this game was about to wear him down to nothing.
Zoro gritted his teeth, unwilling to let the cook get the better of him, but Sanji's relentless pace and cruel precision were impossible to ignore. Had he lost his mind? Could Sanji really toy with him like this forever?
Even though Zoro was a masochist, he was beginning to wonder if that was something he could handle. Was this how Sanji felt when he thought he was losing? The idea that he might not be able to take it sent a thrill of uncertainty through him. It made him wild and desperate. Sanji’s teasing was cutthroat and ruthless, and Zoro felt himself cracking apart with every stroke.
It was a new, unbearable kind of torture, and Zoro didn't know how long he could hold out. His determination fueled him, pushing him to last, but it was a losing battle. Every time it felt like the release was close, Sanji just grinned and ripped it away. Zoro didn't know how much more he could stand, each moment stretching him closer to the brink. He needed to cum so bad that it shook him to the core and challenged his limits in ways he hadn't expected.
Zoro's breath came in ragged bursts, and he glared up at Sanji with a mixture of frustration, vulnerability, and unexpected need. He had to make the cook believe he couldn't keep this up forever. He had to make him crack like Zoro was close to cracking now.
“Damn it, Sanji!” Zoro finally shouted, furious and overwhelmed. “Let me cum already!”
That was what Sanji had been waiting for; he slowly released the tight grip that stopped Zoro's orgasm. “I warned you,” Sanji said with a shrug, not at all sympathetic. “Now it's your turn to wait.”
Zoro gasped, barely able to handle another second of being teased this hard, this relentlessly. He shouted again, louder and more frantic.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Zoro moaned, his voice cracking from the sheer intensity of it. “Please, just let me—”
“No, you’ve got to learn your lesson,” Sanji said, the authority of the moment going to his head in a way that made him almost dizzy. He liked seeing Zoro like this, begging and desperate. Liked it too much. He was going to get payback, and the swordsman was going to pay for thinking he could win.
As payback, Sanji went back to playing with Zoro's chest. He let go of Zoro's cock with a cruel smirk, relishing the way it left him gasping. The cook's mouth descended, sucking hard and making Zoro jerk beneath him. Sanji knew just how sensitive Zoro was, and he knew just how to use it against him. He savored each twitch and gasp, enjoying his reaction as much as he did leaving Zoro's cock throbbing.
Those moves kept the swordsman off balance and ready to crack. “Guess we found your real weak spot,” Sanji said. He didn't wait for a reply before taking Zoro's chest between his teeth and leaving marks. The swordsman was panting now, and Sanji let go with a wet noise that echoed through the room.
Zoro couldn't catch a break. His thighs trembled as Sanji attacked his chest, and a strangled noise slipped from his throat, somewhere between a groan and a plea. His head was spinning, everything so raw and intense, and Sanji wasn't about to let up anytime soon. Zoro knew he was in for it. The thought almost made him lose it right then. Sanji made sure he didn't, switching up whenever he thought he'd push Zoro too far. His hand crept down again, back on Zoro's cock, a sudden firm tug that made him shudder.
He would never admit it, but the unpredictability of Sanji's game was driving him insane, bringing him to the brink of madness and ecstasy with each new movement. Zoro struggled, his body arching off the floor, his voice cracking. God, it was a lot. Maybe too much. Just when he thought he might get relief, he thought he might explode so hard that it was worth losing.
Zoro's breath caught in his throat, his body shaking as Sanji's mouth teased his chest with wicked intent.
"Can't take it, cook," Zoro gasped, his voice raw with need.
"You will," Sanji promised, his grin almost too smug.
Sanji's lips closed around Zoro's nipple, and the swordsman thought he might come undone at the first contact. The heat was fierce and overwhelming, and when Sanji began to suck, Zoro's moans turned pathetic. The sensation was too much, too intense, and it sent him spiraling. Sanji's tongue flicked over the bud, teasing and persistent, and Zoro shouted, the sound echoing across the ship. His hips bucked wildly, his body moving without even thinking about it.
Not being able to take it anymore, Zoro begins to cry. His vision blurred with moisture, and he was shaking with the need that tore through him. He begged the cook one more time, voice breaking with desperation, so sincerely that Sanji couldn’t take it. "Please, sanji," Zoro gasped, a sob catching in his throat.
“I can’t hold out. I’m gonna lose my mind. Please!” It was more than Sanji expected to hear, more than he expected to want. He'd pushed Zoro to his limit, and he loved how raw and exposed it made him. Delighting in the sight of him, in the sound of him—it was enough to make Sanji almost lose his own composure. The cook grinned as the words washed over him like a reward, satisfaction burning through him.
He sits up and coos in response to Zoro, and the sound was almost as sweet as the surrender itself. A low, soothing sound as Zoro bucked against him, desperate and wild. He couldn't resist the swordsman a second longer, not with Zoro this needy, not with Zoro this willing to give in. He had to let his little moss come now, had to let him have what he wanted this badly, especially when he was being so good and sweet again.
After all the teasing, Sanji knew the exact way to have Zoro bursting at the seams. His relentless treatment taught him how to unravel the swordsman, and those final strokes were everything Zoro could have asked for. He knew just how to make it like nothing else mattered.
When Sanji's hand closed around Zoro's thick cock again, it was with an expertise that took Zoro's breath away. The first few strokes sent Zoro into a frenzy, so close to the edge that he thought he might detonate then and there. But Sanji was a master at this game. He knew how to hold back, just barely, just enough to make sure Zoro was truly, completely undone.
He watched Zoro's face carefully, watched the way his eyes screwed shut, and the way his mouth opened in a wordless gasp. The tease, the torture, the build-up—it had all led to this. Zoro was helpless under his touch, unable to do anything but writhe and jerk and moan. The sound of it was perfect, the sight of it was reward enough for Sanji to almost lose himself. He grinned, a loose and satisfied grin, letting Zoro get so goddamned close that anything else felt impossible. The strokes got faster, more ruthless, until Zoro was right on the verge of cracking. It was like Sanji knew this was the end, like he knew they both couldn't wait anymore. The final push left Zoro in shambles, a shaking mess as his body finally let go.
"Yeah, like that," Sanji murmured, his control slipping as he gave in. "Be good for me, marimo." The sudden release was explosive, Zoro's orgasm too much for him to handle. It wrenched through him like a wave, so intense that he couldn't see straight, couldn't think straight. He shouted louder than he ever had, the relief and the pleasure hitting him harder than anything he’d ever felt. His body jerked helplessly under Sanji’s touch, his cock shooting ropes so far up that it dusted his chin.
The force of it left him gasping, his eyes squeezed shut as his voice broke into a cry, and Sanji marveled at how undone he looked. He'd never seen anything like it, never imagined Zoro would come so hard that he'd almost break. It was enough to make Sanji swell with triumph, with satisfaction, and with a strange, warm feeling that he couldn't quite name.
Zoro lay there, breathless and wrecked, his body still twitching from the last shudders of release. Sanji watched him, feeling an odd mix of accomplishment and tenderness as the intensity of the moment settled between them. He couldn't believe how raw it had been, how much he'd pushed Zoro, how much Zoro had let him. It was more than he thought he wanted, more than he thought he could take.
He stared at Zoro, almost unable to believe what he was seeing, and something inside him softened. The way Zoro lay there, spent and breathless, was more beautiful than Sanji had ever imagined. “You are so beautiful,” Sanji remarked, the words leaving his mouth before he even knew he’d said them. The admission shocked him as much as it shocked Zoro, but it felt right, too right, to be held back. As the sincerity of the moment hung between them, Sanji marveled at the sight. Zoro panting from his release, his skin flushed from the intensity, and utterly bare in a way Sanji never expected him to be. The feeling was overwhelming, and all Zoro could do was blush in response, the color spreading across his cheeks as he struggled to catch his breath.
This moment between them was fragile and perfect, so delicate that nothing could interrupt it. Zoro didn't want to speak, didn't want to break the silence that felt more intimate than words. Sanji could hardly stand the thought of letting him go, and the idea of Zoro just walking off was impossible. The rawness of the scene, the vulnerability they had shown each other, left them both reeling.
Sanji couldn't stop looking at him, couldn't stop feeling the warmth in his chest that came from seeing Zoro like this. It changed something between them, bonded them together in a way that was more intense, more unbreakable, and more profound than anything Sanji had ever known. He didn't want to let it slip away, didn't want to lose the closeness they'd just found. It was as strong as the waves that carried them, as enduring as the quest they shared, and it made Sanji realize he never wanted it to end.
Zoro squeezed his eyes shut, feeling overwhelmed and trying to process everything. "Sanji," he said, his voice shaky. "I don't want this to be just once."
The words hung between them, thick with meaning. Sanji opened his eyes and felt his heart leap, his mind racing to catch up.
Zoro kept his eyes shut, refusing to look at Sanji. "I want more. Can we—" He paused, the next words uncertain, a little afraid. "Can we keep this going?"
Sanji was stunned into silence, the question more than he'd let himself hope for. He hadn't expected Zoro to say it first, hadn't expected Zoro to be the one to put it out there. But now that he'd heard it, now that he knew, it was like the weight of everything lifted, like the whirlwind in his heart finally made sense.
"Yeah," Sanji said, his voice breathless with relief and excitement. "Hell yeah."
Zoro's eyes snapped open, and the look on his face was so vulnerable, so real. “You can't get rid of me even if you wanted to moss” Sanji says truthfully as he lies down on Zoro's chest.
The words were soft and teasing, but the look in Sanji's eyes was anything but. Zoro let out a long, steady breath, the tension in his body giving way to an unfamiliar warmth. He felt raw, but in a good way, like they'd stripped away everything that wasn't essential. Sanji was still on top of him, and though Zoro's limbs were heavy and his mind was hazy, he didn't want it any other way. The closeness was new, more intimate than he was used to, but damn if he didn't want to get used to it.
"Of course I wouldn't want to," Zoro said, his voice half a mumble as the adrenaline began to cool. "You're stuck with me now."
Sanji chuckled, a low, satisfied sound that vibrated through Zoro's chest. "What a nightmare," he replied, but the affection in his voice betrayed him. He nestled in closer, his skin warm against Zoro's, almost like a blanket over the larger man.
Zoro's breath evened out, his eyes flickering shut as his chest rose and fell beneath Sanji. He felt the warmth of the cook’s body on his, anchoring him, grounding him, and he let himself sink into the moment, into the closeness he hadn’t dared to want.
"You falling asleep on me, marimo?" Sanji muttered, his voice teasing but fond.
Zoro smirked, not bothering to open his eyes. "Maybe. If you don't shut up, I might not get the chance."
Sanji let out a soft laugh, the sound vibrating through both of them. "You're so needy," he said, quieter, almost to himself.
Zoro shifted slightly, a lazy contentment settling over him like a warm blanket. "Yeah, guess you have that effect on me," he replied, his voice slipping into a drowsy drawl.
Notes:
Thanks so much for reading this! It was such a joy to write! Shoutout to the great people in the Zosaon discord for helping me work through this, I wouldn't have gotten very far without y'all!
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