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"Well, good morning to you my Marimo." Sanji's slightly rough voice echoes through Zoro's ear. Zoro waking up to find the pervy cook in his face and all way too close, he attempts to flinch away but something hinders his movement.
"Oi. Pervy cook, explain. Why can't I move?" Zoro barks out, his voice sharp and cold towards the blonde man. But his cold expression is quickly replaced with one of surprise when Sanji places his finger over his mouth in a shushing motion.
"Marimo.. It's a library, wouldn't want us to get caught would you..?" Sanji motions to the rows upon rows of books behind them. Zoro was laid on his side upon a small cushion that sat atop a deep wall alcove, the same cushion surrounded in old fashioned pillows, each decorated in intricate designs. It was a small nook in the corner of the library, equipped with two more heavily cushioned sofa chairs around the alcove. That seemingly provided just enough privacy. "C'mon Marimo.. I thought you said you wanted to get tied up?" Sanji snickers softly, his voice in a soft whisper. His finger tracing up and down Zoro's broad chest, slowly circling the small buds that seemed to peek through his too tight tank top. The dim lighting of the library allowed Sanji to seem almost ethereal whenever he tilted his head just to the right.
"Firstly, I doubt I ever said that. Second, why am I handcuffed!" Zoro growled, ignoring Sanji's warning causing a loud shush to be heard from a passerby. Sanji slapped a hand over his own mouth, stifling a loud laugh. Zoro stared daggers into the blonde above him before whispering. "Did they hear me?" Zoro whispered, asking what seemed to be the dumbest question ever, according to Sanji's terms. Sanji rolled his eyes before rolling the green haired beefcake onto his back.
"HE- Shh!" Sanji quickly hushed Zoro's protests, reminding him once more that they were indeed in a public space. Zoro decides to shut his mouth, biting his tongue as he waits for what the blonde will do. Sanji hoists himself on top of the green haired man, planting his firm bottom atop the others clothed growing erection. "You acted all tough earlier, and to what avail?" Sanji smirked as he whispered softly into the mans ear below him. Grinding down onto the growing erection below him as they both struggled to stifle a groan. Zoro bucked his hips up, grasping onto what little friction the action gave him.
"You gonna hurry it up or what?" Zoro barked out a sharp whisper, his eyes zoning in on the cook's slowly moving hips. His arms twitched as they desperately wanted to reach out, aching to grab onto the smaller mans hips and have his way with him. But he'd restrain himself, atleast for a while longer.. Sanji nodded, not even bothering to mutter a word before shoving his jeans down to his ankles, his belt long discarded somewhere around them, although keeping his dark grey boxers still on. Following Sanji's own jeans was Zoro's sweatpants, the stretchy and warm material easily came down just enough to expose his aching appendage. Slapping against his own stomach with a soft smack.
"I already prepped myself, not that you'd know what that is." Sanji rolled his eyes as he shimmied out of his boxers, grabbing the throbbing cock infront of him before giving it a few slow strokes causing the man below him to throw his head to the side to stifle his groans. Slowly Sanji raised up his own hips, before using the same hand that was stroking his lovers aching cock to line up with his pre-stretched hole. With a sharp gasp Sanji plops down, the contact of skin causing a soft smack to be heard, the stretch causing goosebumps to appear all throughout both of the boys bodies. Zoro quickly thrusts up, although his hands craved to dart onto the blondes hips he was restricted by the metal of the handcuffs digging into his wrists. "Fuck..! G-give me a second.." Sanji covers his mouth as he moans, one hand sprawled out across Zoro's chest and the other gripping onto the cushion for support. In the midst of catching his breath Zoro lets out a huff before following it up with another roll of his hips.
"Sanji, you said you were stretched out, right? Then I'm not waiting." Zoro growls out, his voice deep as he mutters. Rolling his hips as he begins to thrust up into the cook, building a steady rhythm as he watches the blonde atop of him slap his hand over his mouth to shut out the moans that desperately tried to escape.
"Zoro!" Sanji accidentally moaned out when the marimo had thrusted up too deep, accidentally hitting the right spot. With a smirk Zoro kept up the rhythm, the soft sound of skin on skin could be heard if you came close enough to their semi-excluded corner. Zoro took note of how Sanji arched his back, throwing his head back when he'd thrust just right, taking all too much pride in the fact that he was doing this to him.
"You're so cute cook." Zoro whispered out before a loud snap was heard. The metal handcuffs now laid flat on the cushion as Zoro sat up, grabbing the blondes hips in record speed. "Sorry, but I can't handle being tied up like that. Maybe next time?" They both knew there was not going to be a next time after this. Zoro lifted up Sanji slightly before slamming him back down onto his still hard cock. The new harsh motion caused Sanji to let out an unadulterated yelp, his eyes widening impossibly as his hands immediately rushed to clutch onto the broad shoulders of the other man. His body trembling as Zoro decided to take the lead, leaving Sanji's previous plan overridden. The loud slapping of skin on skin was kept quiet by the faint classical radio provided by the library, Zoro's hips thrusting deeply into Sanji with unmatched fervor. A small bulge appearing in Sanji's stomach with each and every movement. "Hey cook, don't tell me you're already close?" Zoro muttered softly, a boisterous smirk appearing on his face as he looked at blonde. Sanji batting his eyes, small droplets of tears coming down his cheeks as he looked down at Zoro.
"F-fuck you-u." His words came out slightly broken due to his labored breathing, his chest rising up and down with a steady motion as he looked at the green haired man. Zoro keen on staring placed a soft kiss upon the blondes collarbone, the bone popping out due to Sanji's smaller frame. Just as abruptly he started this small break, Zoro ended it with a murderous flick of his hips. Sanji came undone with a moan slipping from his lips, loud enough to be heard over the soft classical music and the tiny mutters of hushed voices. Spilling droplets of his release all over the both of their clothed stomachs as he gains his breath. Zoro deciding to stop, once again with his staring problem decides to stare at the new mess on his shirt. "I think we should go before we get caught even more." Sanji states through small gasps, his eyes darting to the librarian passing through the rows of shelves searching for the culprit. Zoro gives him a quick approving nod before their both getting dressed and grabbing their things in record speed. The studying for their test long gone as they dash out of the library, silently agreeing to each other that they'd continue it in their shared dorm later.