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The weird situation from the hot baths still haunted Zoro‘s every thought. After Perona had literally abandoned him, he had truly thought that the old man would put his lecherous words and sinuous looks into action. But after a last teasing grin, a last flirtatious come-on, he had simply... left.
Zoro had been so relieved.
But why was it still haunting him, then? He was back in his room - thankfully alone. With a last frustrated huff, he finished towelling off his hair and slipped on one of those heavy burgundy robes with the intricate patterns Mihawk had bought.
Then he looked around his room.
Nothing here would take his traitorous mind off this bloody scene and all its implications...
Heat spread over his cheeks and nose all the way to his ears. Damn it!
*
Mihawk would have sighed at the rather under-reported article if he were prone to such outbursts of emotion. Living on an extraordinarily secluded island in the middle of nowhere did have its indisputable advantages. Not knowing what was going on in the civilised world was definitely not one of them. Especially if his charge‘s life potentially depended on it. His life. His own life. He had meant his own life. He did not overly care about his charge, no. Not at all.
This time he did sigh, dramatically. Whom was he trying to fool here?
Almost two years had passed and as much as he would have preferred otherwise, he did have come to care for the young man. How unfortunate.
He was displeased with himself. Shanks would have a blast. He would be laughing his silly hat off. Thankfully his old friend was probably half-way around the world and unaware of Mihawk‘s... emotional development.
To distract himself from the imaginary laughter of his friend, he reached for his wineglass and took a sip of his cherished dark red wine. That made him notice the figure leaning against the frame of the door to his room.
„Zoro“, he said, „How may I help you?“
Zoro took his sweet time responding. He was still testing the waters, gauging his own courage and the potential catastrophic failure of this enterprise. He wasn‘t even fully sure what this enterprise entailed exactly. Mihawk looked fully at ease - as always. There was nothing that could faze him or provoke him. And Zoro had tried. Chances were that he would airily dismiss his enquiry and go on as if nothing had ever happened.
But so far Zoro wasn‘t even certain how to properly word his enquiry... What did he want to enquire to begin with? Argh, he was driving himself insane. There was no way out but straight through. Steeling himself internally, he inhaled.
„That moment in the hot baths“, he started and mentally congratulated himself on sounding appropriately blasé, „did you mean it?“
Mihawk maintained a perfectly unimpressed facial expression but pointedly turned a page of his newspaper: „You will have to specify that, I‘m afraid.“
Zoro had expected to be baited and thus kept himself collected: „The suggestion to suck you off. And also the following invitation of proper sexual intercourse.“ The man‘s eyes wandered toward him, unblinking and blazing - betraying nothing whatsoever. „Never mind Perona ditching me and running for the hills in terror, I would like to know whether you were joking or being serious.“
Mihawk shut the newspaper, folded it and put it down onto the table before him, all without taking his eyes off Zoro: „I noticed her ‚running for the hills‘. I also noticed that you were more embarrassed than horrified.“
Zoro squinted his eyes at him: „You are not answering.“
The master-swordsman leaned back into his chair, majestically: „I meant to tease the both of you but it was also not a joke.“
„You scared the living daylights out of Perona.“
„I noticed. And to be perfectly candid, she would not have been my preferred choice“, Mihawk admitted with a meaningful stare.
Zoro‘s lungs sucked air without his express permission and his face grew hot again.
„I also noticed that you didn‘t run.“
„I am not a coward.“
„And you are here.“
„What prompted that suggestion?“, redirected Zoro.
Mihawk angled his head slightly, almost imperceptible: „I would like to think that any healthy man would be tempted upon the sight of two young and attractive people cuddling up to him naked in a bath.“
Zoro very nearly laughed at that. Unbidden memories of Sanji‘s rants came up. The pervert cook would have probably agreed. But Zoro was a different kind of man.
„I‘ve been scooped up on this deserted island for almost two years. With no one around but the two of you. And a lot of ghosts.“
„So, availability?“
„Did you want to hear something else?“, asked Mihawk pointedly and Zoro understood the warning that he might not wished to hear the answer - and in a surprisingly different way that he first guessed. „What does it matter? You are both very attractive. And while Perona is much too... noisy for my preferences, you fit those very same preferences much better.“
His face was probably beet red. Zoro squirmed were he stood.
„And what prompted your reconsideration of my suggestion?“, Mihawk counter-attacked.
Zoro rolled his eyes: „Curiosity?“ He could do evasive and aloof just as well as Mihawk. „What does it matter? I am here and I am interested.“
Mihawk acquitted and with an imperious gesture invited Zoro to sit in the chair opposite him, the table between them. Zoro closed and locked the door before taking his seat. He felt very high-strung.
„You are tense“, noted the master-swordsman.
„Yeah, I am not as used to this as Sanji“, confessed Zoro who believed that honesty would not steer him wrong. At least not with Mihawk.
„Ah, that cook-person in your crew.“
„That one.“
„Then let me inform you that for all his bravado and aggression on the hunt for female companions, I dare say that he has, to this day, been entirely unsuccessful in wooing even a single one of those.“
Zoro‘s eyes grew wide and he blinked in astonishment: „You think?“
„I am all but certain“, Mihawk assured and begun setting up his chessboard.
„Interesting“, murmured Zoro and then cursed the stupid cook for ever making fun of him. Then he frowned at the chessboard: „What is the meaning of this?“
„You are tense“, repeated the other, „This will help get your mind off this nervousness.“
„But isn‘t it counter-productive to distract me? Shouldn‘t I.... well...“
„You should. But you can leave that to me.“ The sheer arrogance should have annoyed Zoro and it did, a little, but the utter confidence also made something in him suddenly flutter. Damn it. „And to make this a little more... on point, I say that with every piece lost, the owner will have to relieve himself of a piece of clothing.“
Zoro pondered this suggestion for a moment.
„Sound good to you?“, probed Mihawk.
„Yeah, ok.“
„Then you may start.“
He looked at the white army before him.
They had played a lot of chess lately. He knew that Mihawk was trying to teach him to focus and to think ahead. Back at the dojo the senseis had practically beaten it into him to only live in the moment and for so long Zoro had heeded that lesson. But Mihawk had told him that it was idiotic to never consider the past and future.
Zoro had begun to understand that not all wisdoms are meant to be taken literally.
When after almost six minutes he had not yet moved a single piece, Mihawk spoke up again: „I approve of you taking this seriously but you are taking an unusual amount of time.“
Zoro raised his eyes to pin the other with a meaningful stare: „Seeing as I am only wearing this robe I have a lot to lose.“
Hook, line and sinker. Mihawk‘s face suddenly changed. When before there had been this subtle twinkle in his eyes and that hint at a grin, now his expression veritably shut down. It was his poker-face, the one he donned when things got serious.
Zoro kept eye-contact, watching as Mihawk‘s loose posture changed. The man fully turned to face him, elbows resting on his knees, lower face hidden behind his interlaced fingers. „Then I have a lot to win. Start.“
As it turned out, Mihawk might have been holding back in their prior matches. It felt humbling to see him taking apart Zoro‘s game in nine moves. And humiliating. Thus, in annoyance, Zoro looked up only to have the sentiment falter upon the intensity of the man‘s stare.
„I‘ll have you in four moves.“
The double-entendre was not lost on Zoro. His face reddened once more and he squirmed a little on his chair. After a moment of fully ignoring the chess-game, he murmured: „Then it wouldn‘t be wrong to surrender at this point?“
„Accepting defeat is a strength in itself“, said Mihawk sagely.
Zoro sighed and averted his eyes. He tipped over his king. Before he could vocally admit his defeat, though, Mihawk had already bridged the distance between them. He was leaning over the table, suddenly very close, his fingers touching Zoro‘s earrings.
„Let me“, he said and his voice, usually already very deep, had sunk even deeper - causing goosebumps to spread over Zoro‘s arms and up his back.
He could not help but nod.
Mihawk pulled him to his feet and the both of them from the table so that there was no longer any barrier between them. Standing so close in front of each other suddenly emphasised their difference in height. Zoro had to angle his head up almost sheerly.
With his fingers still toying with the earrings, Mihawk bent down and gently kissed Zoro.
It felt very... romantic which Zoro guessed neither of them would ever admit to. Still, his eyes fell shut and he gave himself to the sensation. It was entirely new to him and he, frankly, had absolutely no idea how to kiss. But Mihawk was a good teacher - in more than just fencing.
„Kissing is not a combat“, he rumbled against Zoro‘s lips, „You are not fighting against me. It is like dancing, but, I guess you have no idea how to dance either... You are doing it with me, alongside me. Like the movement exercises we do in the mornings.“ Then he kissed him again.
It was actually very easy once he understood the idea. Zoro even pushed himself further into their embrace, seeking the other‘s touch and Mihawk was more than willing to provide it. Hands came to his side, wandering around him to stroke his back and hold him close.
The kisses traversed from his lips to his cheek, jaw and the side of this throat.
Zoro could not contain a moan.
He then felt fingers disentangling the knot of his belt, making his robe fall open. Mihawk‘s hands slipped beneath it, running gentle fingers over every part of Zoro‘s skin he could reach. In turn, Zoro began opening the buttons on the master-swordsman‘s shirt. Once beneath, he too carded his fingers over all the skin he could reach.
„Next lesson“, Mihawk spoke into Zoro‘s ear, „Sex is not supposed to hurt. You tell me it hurts and I‘ll correct.“
And before he could think better, Zoro‘s mouth had already responded: „I can take a little pain.“
He received a stern jolt from the hands suddenly clamping down on his hips: „That is not the point. It is not supposed to hurt. This is not a fight. It is not a duel. You are supposed to enjoy it. It is supposed to make you feel good.“ After a short moment of reflection Mihawk drawled superiorly: „Like a fine wine.“
Just to be a little shit Zoro retorted: „I don‘t drink wine.“
„Sake, then“, Mihawk glared and jolted the other again - suspecting that Zoro was beginning to enjoy that. „Whatever, you‘ll understand in due time.“
„You‘re pretty sure of yourself.“ Zoro could not help put provoke the man further.
And Mihawk did grin then, humourless and nearly evil: „Yes, I am.“
It went to prove that Zoro was probably not a well man because he shuddered in arousal at the display. Wordlessly he accepted the coming kiss. He moaned unashamedly when Mihawk‘s hands groped his buttocks, squeezed, pulled and kneaded. His cock had risen to indicate its fervent interest by then, poking the other man‘s thigh.
Feeling bold, Zoro rubbed his palm over the prominent outline of Mihawk‘s cock in his trousers. It earned him a rumbling groan that vibrated into their kiss. So he began opening the man‘s fly.
Mihawk took a moment to pull off his shirt, leaving his chest wonderfully bare. Zoro bit his lower lip at the sight. Despite his deceptively lean appearance, Mihawk was very fit. His height alone only made him look as slender as he wasn‘t.
Zoro dared to place a kiss on his shoulder.
In return, Mihawk wrapped one arm around his ribs, pulling him nearly off his toes - to better kiss his neck and not-quite-surreptitiously slide a finger in-between Zoro‘s buttocks. Zoro gasped in surprise and also clasped the other‘s arms to hold his balance.
Then, not being one to accept being out-done, he impatiently jerked open the master-swordsman‘s trousers. When he spoke, to hide his trembling voice, he faked annoyance: „I think you better sit down otherwise you‘re not getting out of these boots.“
The man chuckled under his breath but with a last kiss he began walking backwards, to his bed, pulling Zoro along with him. He sat on the edge and his eyebrow did that telling thing that conveyed so much more words than his voice ever would.
Zoro steeled himself and then knelt.
His worries had been for naught, though, because there would never ever be anything sexy about pulling off Mihawk‘s stupid leather boots. The man appeared very amused about Zoro‘s struggle. Eventually, with the second boot finally off, Zoro stood and let his robe fall to the floor.
It had the hoped-for effect of Mihawk‘s eyes nearly glazing over with what could only be lust. Zoro wasn‘t yet very familiar with recognising that emotion.
Never mind.
Keeping to his plan of simply forcing through, he stretched one leg over Mihawk‘s lap and sat down, straddling him. Fully on his own the master-swordsman leaned back onto his hands, watching with his hawk-eyes as Zoro made himself comfortable.
Beneath himself, Zoro could feel Mihawk‘s cock trying to break free from its leathery confines. He was fully hard and hot and, as he should have expected, rather big. Following his instincts, Zoro circled his hips and immediately moaned at the exquisite pleasure the friction brought him. Naturally, he repeated the motion - a little more surely this time.
Mihawk flopped back onto his back and his groan mingled with Zoro‘s moan.
Faster than Zoro could react, the man suddenly lunged upward once more, reaching past Zoro to pull off his trousers. He succeeded without dislodging his rider and then grabbed Zoro‘s hips, guiding him in controlled circles. With their cocks now both naked the contact and friction was exponentially more intense.
Zoro‘s head fell back into his neck: „F~uck....“
„Yes“, responded Mihawk although to Zoro it was unclear what he was responding to. „Ready to proceed?“
Zoro let himself drop forward onto his hands, bending down to kiss his master: „Yeah, I think so.“
„Good“, rumbled Mihawk and then languidly flipped them, „Very good.“
They kissed again - long and rather steamy - and Zoro found that he did enjoy the activity. Very much. He also shivered in pleasure from each and every touch from the master-swordsman‘s hands. His touch was sure and warm and so strangely gentle that every now and then Zoro wondered whether he had been missing out.
Mihawk‘s body was almost fully resting on him now. The man‘s hips were doing small thrusting motions, simulating what was to come. Zoro‘s thighs had fallen open wide, without him even realising. They were bracketing Mihawk‘s hips. At some point his fingers had begun to card through the master‘s hair, dishevelling its pristine style.
The scalp massage made Mihawk nearly purr into his mouth.
The kisses soon began wandering once more. When they reached his chest, Zoro‘s whole body shuddered. „F~uck...“, he sighed and trembled more when Mihawk licked over his nipple.
„I hoped you‘d like that“, confessed the master against his skin, „I‘ve been wanting to do that for quite a while now.“ He hungrily but without haste licked a path from Zoro‘s one nipple to the other, sucking hard enough on it to make the young man issue an aborted cry.
Then Mihawk‘s mouth travelled lower. And lower. And lower.
Zoro was certain that he was about to have a heart-attack. Of course he had guessed where the master-swordsman had been heading but when his cock actually came into contact with the man‘s chin and shortly after his lips, he might have whined. „Shi~t...“ He rubbed his hands over his own face - possibly to simply have something to do for them, probably to hide his flushed face.
Moist heat enveloped him suddenly and tried to suck his soul properly out of him.
„Ah! Ahng~! F~uck! Nnngh~... Mihawk...“
He had no idea why he had called out his master‘s name but it only seemed appropriate. It also provoked the man to moan around his cock sending vibrations through him.
„Ah! Fuck! Oh~!“
Zoro‘s body jerked - or tried to. Mihawk‘s hands kept a firm, unyielding hold on him. But his reaction brought an abrupt stop to this glorious blow-job. Mihawk pushed himself up onto his hands, seemingly admiring the effect he had caused on his self-proclaimed successor.
„Did that feel good?“, he asked with a knowing grin.
Zoro, still mostly hiding behind his hands, had no problem admitting that it had felt spectacular - even if he had to make it sound angry: „Are you surprised!“ He practically growled at the responding chuckle. „Don‘t be so fuckin‘ smug.“
„But why not?“, teased the master-swordsman, „Did I not promise to take care of you?“
„You did not phrase it like that“, huffed Zoro and let his head fall back onto the mattress. He closed his eyes, feeling his pulse hammering in his veins. He was breathing so hard it was as if he had run twice around the island.
„Do you wish to continue?“
Zoro took a stubborn moment to delay his answer. Then he had to begrudgingly concede: „Yeah...“
„Good“, rumbled the master with kiss to Zoro‘s thigh. With a little wordless manoeuvring he relocated Zoro higher up the bed, now cushioned on soft pillows. „Stay here and make yourself comfortable. I‘ll go and fetch some oil.“ After a last kiss, Mihawk separated himself from Zoro and pushed off the bed, disappearing into the bath off his bedroom.
With the presence of the master-swordsman gone, Zoro felt both relieved and bereft. It helped to clear his head at least somewhat. He wished, irrationally, that he knew more about sex - if only to be able to make the justifiably smug mother-fucker shut up.
He felt restless.
His cock was stiff and aching. Closing his eyes he wrapped one hand around it, stroking himself slowly. It brought a minor amount of relief - nothing even remotely comparing to Mihawk‘s mouth.
It felt simultaneously like only seconds and painful hours until the man in question stepped back into the room. He did not falter in his step when he found Zoro pleasuring himself. Instead, it brought a twinkle to his hawk-eyes. „What a nice view“, he teased while climbing back onto the bed.
Zoro barely cracked an eye open to level him with a dry glare and instead focused harder on languidly stroking himself but he cooperated when Mihawk nudged his legs apart to settle between them once more. In his hand he held a small bottle. That he opened and poured a small amount of the liquid inside into the palm of his hand.
„Keep pleasuring yourself“, Mihawk ordered while his slicked-up fingers found their way between Zoro‘s buttocks.
His first instinct was to physically tense but Zoro‘s control over his body was nothing if not exemplary. He could do nothing against the onslaught of conflicting emotions, though, a few of them embarrassed shame and inexplicable hunger for more. His face was only a few more steps away from bursting into flames. Once more he lamented not knowing more about both the basic and also the more extravagant ways of physical pleasure.
In the past he had barely ever succumbed to even simple masturbatory hand-jobs.
This was an entirely different league. And he would damn well make sure he saw it through. It wasn‘t as if the feelings were unpleasant, on the contrary, they were rather spectacular. Even with only two fingertips touching him in places nothing had ever touched him before.
Vaguely, he suspected where this was going and the thought mortified him a little - yet not even closely enough to make him consider a full stop.
No way.
He would see this through. He wanted to see this through. The unwelcome feelings would surely fade away, he hoped, fade away with experience.
A single finger easily slid into him. There was no pain which surprised him a little.
„Keep stroking“, reminded Mihawk and he did.
The finger mimicked less a thrusting than a sliding motion and the intrusion became very easy very fast. The velvet rubbing felt intriguingly interesting, good even. Or anticlimactic. He wanted more.
And Mihawk seemed to guess at his thoughts because it was then that he added a second finger on his next in-stroke. Zoro inhaled sharply, moaning on the exhale.
The intrusion was more prominent but still without pain. The stretch, he found, was much more pleasing and to his surprise his hips had started to shallowly ride the fingers. It made the stupid master-swordsman grin smugly. Zoro wished he had enough cerebral capacity left to issue some snarky comment. But he hadn‘t.
Mihawk put more strength into his thrusts, reaching deeper, making Zoro shudder and moan and arch his back. He had mostly forgotten to keep stroking his own cock. When he heard another smug chuckle fall from the other man‘s lips, he managed to return to sanity at least somewhat.
With one hand he resumed his self-pleasuring, with the other he reached for Mihawk‘s cock. When his fingers wrapped around it he felt the man shudder. His guttural groan was all the vindication he needed. With a breathy grin of his own he set up a lazy rhythm for the both of them.
„Mmmm~, well played...“, hummed Mihawk, his breath fanning over Zoro‘s face. They kissed again.
Mihawk used the moment to bring a third finger into the game.
The new stretch was more than prominent. It felt... lewd. And it finally made Zoro realise what all this foreplay was announcing. Those three fingers much more closely mirrored the girth of Mihawk‘s cock in his hand. And astoundingly enough, three fingers were still far from any echo of pain - a mild discomfort that faded quickly, but no pain.
Zoro circled his hips. The thrusting motion, the stretch and the feeling and knowledge of Mihawk above him clouded his mind with lust. He lifted his head in demand for another kiss, which Mihawk graciously provided.
With lips pressed softly against lips, the master queried: „Ready to proceed to the next step?“
Zoro growled in annoyance: „Yes.“
The fingers left him and he might have whined a little over that. Mihawk sat back, arranging Zoro‘s legs around his hips. A pillow was stuffed beneath Zoro‘s lower back. Then the master-swordsman shuffled closer, his cock in one hand, the other picking up one of Zoro‘s thighs, spreading it up and to the side.
Zoro went fully lax, lying back, closing his eyes - waiting for Mihawk to do his thing. He felt him coming closer and eventually also felt the blunt pressure of the other‘s cock against himself. The head pushed between his cheeks, sliding in the slick crevice.
He writhed his hips to increase friction and maybe also to make it catch against rim. When he succeeded they both moaned loudly.
Slowly Mihawk added pressure - careful but relentless.
Suddenly Zoro‘s muscles gave, shocking him into expecting pain. Reflexively his one hand shot forward to grab Mihawk‘s arm but nothing happened. There came no pain. The was a short moment of discomfort when his body tried to fight the intrusion but it passed and the cock‘s head slipped inside of him.
„Aaaanngh~...“
The stretch felt already enormous although, so far, only the tip of Mihawk‘s dick had slid into him. But, at the same time, it felt better than the fingers. Zoro undulated his hips, shallowly, carefully riding the intrusion.
Mihawk groaned deeply above him. Zoro hardly cared because at the moment he was fully focused on the feeling of a cock inside of him. Bit by bit his circulating movements drove it deeper and deeper. To himself it felt like he was making quick process but a hesitant reach with his hand told him that he had barely managed to take half of the length.
„Slowly, my friend“, rumbled Mihawk, bending forward to place kisses over Zoro‘s chest. „We have time.“
„Mmmpf...“ Frustrated by nothing but is own impatience Zoro flopped back down onto his back, arms stretched out above his head. He would leave things to the other for the moment.
Mihawk moved with the languid, powerful control of a large cat. His hips thrust slowly but with unstoppable strength and a smooth, wonderful rhythm. Zoro felt his body becoming almost liquid at the sensation. His voice had developed a life of its own, escaping him in long and loud moans, gasps and sighs.
Finally he felt Mihawk‘s hips touching his buttocks. There. He had done it. The master was fully embedded inside of him.
His moment of pride was interrupted when he heard Mihawk‘s wrecked moan. The man appeared similarly afflicted by pleasure as he was. Which was boosting Zoro‘s confidence. He leaned up and caught the other man‘s lips in a heated kiss. He kept him close by a hand on his neck - not that Mihawk wanted to break free.
He set up a deep as of yet slow rhythm.
„Aannnh~“, gasped Zoro into their kiss.
The velvety friction was heavenly. The pressure inside of him felt like the relief to an itch he never knew he had had. Goosebumps tingled up his back and arms. And every now and then sparks of pure ecstasy exploded through his every fibre - every time Mihawk‘s cock hit that specific spot inside of him.
„Do you feel it?“, panted the master against Zoro‘s skin - out of breath himself.
„F~uck... yeah...“, gasped Zoro in response.
„Good.“
Mihawk picked up the pace then, making his protégé frantically grab the sheets and utter a litany of curses. The bed had begun squeaking under their combined shifting weight, although neither of them cared, too lost in this coveted pleasure.
They changed positions only minimally through their tryst -reluctant to leave kissing distance. Mihawk pushed closer and closer, eventually lying almost flush on top of the other man. His thrusts became harder, even deeper, his forehead pressed against Zoro‘s collarbone.
In return Zoro‘s arms came around his shoulders in an effort to anchor himself to the master. His fingers left angry red marks on the skin beneath them. The feelings inside of him where growing more and more intense, concentrating on his lower abdomen. His muscles nearly cramped from the skyrocketing ecstasy.
„Miha... fuck... Mihawk... I-!“
The waves inside of him lapped higher and higher. Each thrust of Mihawk‘s cock into his body shoved him further toward an unknown precipice.
„Fuck! Miha- ah~!“
„Yes“, moaned the master-swordsman and increased his onslaught, thrusting even harder, „Come for me, mi amor...“
Zoro was not a very scholarly man. He had not received a particularly lavish education. But. He had travelled a lot. He had seen many countries and met many people. He spoke several languages. One of them his mentor‘s mother-tongue.
So he fully understood what the man had said.
That aside, he had no room in his head for any further analysis of that pet-name.
He shuddered, full body, and tensed when the ecstasy inside of him crested. Pleasure exploded through him. He very nearly choked. „Aaahngh! Ha! Fuck!“ He clung to Mihawk for dear life, riding the high of his orgasm while the man mercilessly pounded him through it.
At some point during his climax Mihawk reached his own - groaning huskily and burying himself as deeply as he could reach.
Zoro suspected that he might have blacked out for a moment. When he came too once more, Mihawk was lounging next to him, on his side, head supported by his hand - watching him with those creepy hawk-eyes.
Zoro was too out of breath, too out of mind to care. Still panting from the previous exertion he closed his eyes - dead set on ignoring his master. His body felt wonderfully relaxed. And tired. Maybe a little hungry.
He felt gentle fingers running over his skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Eventually he gave in and turned his head toward the other: „What?“ He had meant to sound biting, confrontational, but he was too fucked-out and content.
To his surprise Mihawk leaned forward and over him, kissing him deeply.
Zoro raised one hand to cover one of the other man‘s. Mihawk was making it more and more difficult to not get involved too much, fearing that the master-swordsman might leave him heartbroken in the future. He was trying hard to keep his feelings at bay. But Mihawk was pouring oil into his fire...
Fingers toyed with his earrings.
His stupid feelings were making Zoro irritable. They annoyed him.
„You are unhappy“, Mihawk pointed out mercilessly.
Zoro grunted and averted his face: „I‘m fine, it‘s... not your problem.“ Those piercing hawk-eyes never left him, Zoro could practically feel their gaze as a virtual touch on his skin. Was he blushing again? Damn it.
„Listen, Zoro“, Mihawk drawled, suddenly once more inescapably intense - forcing Zoro to look at him by voice alone, „The fates brought us together as emperor and successor. None of what has occurred tonight has to mean anything. We can go back to how it was before. But, our opposing statues also don‘t have to mean anything. We can be whatever you wish. For as long as you wish. Do you understand me? I will be yours as long as you have me and I will also be the person to surpass. It can be both. The decision is up to you.“
Motherfucker.
Zoro stared at him with wide, unblinking eyes. Too shocked for words.
He was silent for so long that for once Mihawk thought he might have truly not grasped his words this time.
„Are you still with me?“, the man asked - not without mockery.
Zoro himself wasn‘t particularly good with words. Had never been. Probably another downside of never having gone to school... So he simply surged forward, flinging his arms around his mentor‘s shoulders and claiming his mouth in a hungry if somewhat clumsy kiss. His fingers curled into the man‘s hair, holding his tight.
„I‘m glad you‘re not opposed to my suggestion“, Mihawk purred into the kiss.
„Shut up!“, Zoro growled before proceeding to do just that by more hungry kisses.
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