[ he's already had the thought that he's well and truly fucked several times since walking into this room, but the moment zoro's tongue touches his skin, that thought becomes a reality. the sensation is unbearably soft, tantalizing in a way sanji has only ever fantasized about, addicting. he never imagined anything about zoro to be soft. never thought that anything about him could feel tender.
it's a testament to his own fortitude that he doesn't pull back when zoro eases in, his lips wet and inviting, his words a simple rumble. this isn't what he'd come here for. the stupid swordsman has struck the truth with monstrous ease, flaying away years of armor in the brief flick of his tongue. that sanji just wants to be wanted. that he's still earnest and kindhearted beneath the ornery facade. that the facade is only there because his father hated everything about him so much that now sanji hates it too.
kissing zoro is the sort of sweetness that he aches to have and is immediately ashamed to want as badly as he does. it feels like something a ghost from his nightmares would punish him for. his breath quivers, his eyes wide. bridging that distance is abruptly impossible.
he goes to his knees, a fluid escape while his heart batters his aching chest. ]
I'm getting to it. [ he hooks his fingers into zoro's waistband and drags his pants down, his cock springing into his face while sanji struggles to maintain the controlled air he'd brought into the room with him. now isn't the time to give up the game, though he already feels like he's taken a loss. ] Want to go ahead and beg for my mouth?
[ he smears zoro's precome over his cock, his hand once again twisting along his shaft while he steadies his breath. terror and molten desire make for an unstable combination, but he's determined to see this through, the bare minimum of what he's promised.
he slides zoro's cock past his lips, careful to keep track of all the moving parts of this endeavor — keeping his teeth out of the way, trying to figure out where the best place is for his tongue, wondering how much he should take in at once — and god, the taste makes him shudder, something so heady and arousing about it, nothing like his tongue in a sweet, perfect cunt —
he flinches, his throat closing, wetness springing to his eyes. with a ragged gasp he pulls off, drawing in a sudden breath, his lips glistening with spit, a flush of red coloring his cheeks. the last thing he wants is to seem like he's never done this before. doggedly, he grips zoro's hip and takes him in again, his brows furrowed.
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it's a testament to his own fortitude that he doesn't pull back when zoro eases in, his lips wet and inviting, his words a simple rumble. this isn't what he'd come here for. the stupid swordsman has struck the truth with monstrous ease, flaying away years of armor in the brief flick of his tongue. that sanji just wants to be wanted. that he's still earnest and kindhearted beneath the ornery facade. that the facade is only there because his father hated everything about him so much that now sanji hates it too.
kissing zoro is the sort of sweetness that he aches to have and is immediately ashamed to want as badly as he does. it feels like something a ghost from his nightmares would punish him for. his breath quivers, his eyes wide. bridging that distance is abruptly impossible.
he goes to his knees, a fluid escape while his heart batters his aching chest. ]
I'm getting to it. [ he hooks his fingers into zoro's waistband and drags his pants down, his cock springing into his face while sanji struggles to maintain the controlled air he'd brought into the room with him. now isn't the time to give up the game, though he already feels like he's taken a loss. ] Want to go ahead and beg for my mouth?
[ he smears zoro's precome over his cock, his hand once again twisting along his shaft while he steadies his breath. terror and molten desire make for an unstable combination, but he's determined to see this through, the bare minimum of what he's promised.
he slides zoro's cock past his lips, careful to keep track of all the moving parts of this endeavor — keeping his teeth out of the way, trying to figure out where the best place is for his tongue, wondering how much he should take in at once — and god, the taste makes him shudder, something so heady and arousing about it, nothing like his tongue in a sweet, perfect cunt —
he flinches, his throat closing, wetness springing to his eyes. with a ragged gasp he pulls off, drawing in a sudden breath, his lips glistening with spit, a flush of red coloring his cheeks. the last thing he wants is to seem like he's never done this before. doggedly, he grips zoro's hip and takes him in again, his brows furrowed.
easy. ]