[ it doesn't help that he'd been half hard from the moment he stepped back onto this ship, made only worse with sanji's sudden promises in his messages that by the time he stepped into the room to follow through, zoro's cock had been plenty stiff and heavy even without the aid of his own hands to get him there. add the overwhelming heat of sanji's hungry mouth to the mix, and it's inevitable that he'd end up coming as quickly as he does.
it spills easily and for a flash of a second, he wonders if he should've warned sanji a bit better to give him more of an opportunity to pull himself off. but the orgasm rides even higher when that tight wrap remains, easing out a low moan just from the realization that sanji is swallowing his come, hips twitching with a helpless jolt as he spurts every drop that leaves him directly into a warm throat.
his breath falls heavy when there's nothing left, drained of all he has, save for desire to still keep sanji close somehow, immediately frustrated with him that a blowjob doesn't satisfy the craving want for the man still kneeling before him. because sanji's still there, still applying the support of a pressed tongue, still holding him like he matters, despite zoro not filling in any of the qualifications of what he's presumed sanji actually wants.
somehow, he could still stand despite the quiver in his thighs, maintaining some semblance of steadiness when that sweet mouth inevitably withdraws from him.
he doesn't respond to the advice. instead, he just casts down his glance as sanji looks away, wishing so badly to see into the blue of those eyes right now, desperate to figure out what's on his mind through all of this. what he can see is that sanji hasn't been immune to any of it, and his own softening cock still manages to throb from ache in catching the evidence of arousal bulging there in his trousers.
sanji's hands move. zoro doesn't. for a lasting moment, he just stares, hating that he's being made to think. it's not typically what he does in situations like these. he doesn't even in situations not like this.
so he isn't thinking when he redirects his fingers forward, sliding a trailing light touch along sanji's cheek until his palm cradles lightly beneath his chin. his thumb strokes along tender pink lips, feeling the smear of come and spit, that wet sensation making him shudder, before he gives a gentle nudge to coax sanji to peer back up to him. ]
Lay back. [ he finally mutters, though it doesn't carry the typical bite of a demand, his voice still deep but quieter like he's simply relaying a request, his eyes still dark but lacking its usual danger. ]
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it spills easily and for a flash of a second, he wonders if he should've warned sanji a bit better to give him more of an opportunity to pull himself off. but the orgasm rides even higher when that tight wrap remains, easing out a low moan just from the realization that sanji is swallowing his come, hips twitching with a helpless jolt as he spurts every drop that leaves him directly into a warm throat.
his breath falls heavy when there's nothing left, drained of all he has, save for desire to still keep sanji close somehow, immediately frustrated with him that a blowjob doesn't satisfy the craving want for the man still kneeling before him. because sanji's still there, still applying the support of a pressed tongue, still holding him like he matters, despite zoro not filling in any of the qualifications of what he's presumed sanji actually wants.
somehow, he could still stand despite the quiver in his thighs, maintaining some semblance of steadiness when that sweet mouth inevitably withdraws from him.
he doesn't respond to the advice. instead, he just casts down his glance as sanji looks away, wishing so badly to see into the blue of those eyes right now, desperate to figure out what's on his mind through all of this. what he can see is that sanji hasn't been immune to any of it, and his own softening cock still manages to throb from ache in catching the evidence of arousal bulging there in his trousers.
sanji's hands move. zoro doesn't. for a lasting moment, he just stares, hating that he's being made to think. it's not typically what he does in situations like these. he doesn't even in situations not like this.
so he isn't thinking when he redirects his fingers forward, sliding a trailing light touch along sanji's cheek until his palm cradles lightly beneath his chin. his thumb strokes along tender pink lips, feeling the smear of come and spit, that wet sensation making him shudder, before he gives a gentle nudge to coax sanji to peer back up to him. ]
Lay back. [ he finally mutters, though it doesn't carry the typical bite of a demand, his voice still deep but quieter like he's simply relaying a request, his eyes still dark but lacking its usual danger. ]