[ zoro's mouth moves with ease, something only partially attributed to the fact that he has the experience of past encounters to fall back on, because what ultimately maintains a steady motivation is his intentions in making sanji come so intensely that it'll be entirely unforgettable from the cook's mind. and maybe, just maybe, he's trying to memorize every bit of this too, mostly convinced that it's something never meant to happen again after all of this, that this is the only time he'll ever get to press his lips to sanji's body.
he can taste heat and sweat and precome, the pleasant burn of skin beneath his lips, where he drags up parted kisses along the base of a firm cock, paired with filthy licks of his tongue to collect every hint of his taste. his fingers never stop moving, never intent on teasing this out; maybe another time, he thinks, before remembering the exclusivity of this experience, instead deciding it'll be something to pair with a dream or a lone encounter where the only thing he'll jerk himself off to ever again is this memory of sanji's cock pressed beneath his lips — that along with the one of having his own stuffed full inside sanji's perfect mouth.
his strokes twist and squeeze, rubbing his palm over a slick-coated tip to urge more of that leaking substance, though his touch nearly staggers when sanji applies one of his own, surprising zoro with the presence of fingers through his hair. it makes his breath hitch when he hears the gentle clink of touched earrings, the metal sounding softly, his own heart throbbing hot in his chest to earn that unexpected touch in turn.
fuck, don't do that, he thinks, not because he doesn't want it, but because he does, and it only makes the ache for him burn hotter and hotter, ache for something that won't be his after tonight.
his mouth returns low, lips parted to catch the taut skin of his balls, sucking wet and tight, as he feels the shift of moving hips, hinting what's to come. his tongue laps, encouraging the chase of that climax, sensing the way that sanji might need it more than he realize just by the state of his urgent moans, nothing but that sound of the heaviness of breath reaching his ears — nothing until the soft gasp of his own name melts his body to nothing.
come spills all over his fingers in hot ribbons, urging him to pump even faster, for his mouth to grip tighter, squeezing, sucking, come, come, come. zoro doesn't let him go until the thighs pressed around him signal him to ease off, prying away his lips as his fingers slow to lazier strokes. catching his breath, he lifts his head, just enough to be able to see the stretched length of sanji's body, face hidden away by his arm.
regret? shame? the uncertainty of it leaves zoro uncomfortable, not fitted to say the first word after this, not usually caught up in the aftermath of being with someone who isn't just picked up as temporary relief. so he doesn't say anything at all, ducking his head again where he sighs warm breath over soft skin, closing his eyes and tucking his nose softly against an inner thigh, at least until he's made to leave. ]
huffs, this thread is so much, sobs i love it
he can taste heat and sweat and precome, the pleasant burn of skin beneath his lips, where he drags up parted kisses along the base of a firm cock, paired with filthy licks of his tongue to collect every hint of his taste. his fingers never stop moving, never intent on teasing this out; maybe another time, he thinks, before remembering the exclusivity of this experience, instead deciding it'll be something to pair with a dream or a lone encounter where the only thing he'll jerk himself off to ever again is this memory of sanji's cock pressed beneath his lips — that along with the one of having his own stuffed full inside sanji's perfect mouth.
his strokes twist and squeeze, rubbing his palm over a slick-coated tip to urge more of that leaking substance, though his touch nearly staggers when sanji applies one of his own, surprising zoro with the presence of fingers through his hair. it makes his breath hitch when he hears the gentle clink of touched earrings, the metal sounding softly, his own heart throbbing hot in his chest to earn that unexpected touch in turn.
fuck, don't do that, he thinks, not because he doesn't want it, but because he does, and it only makes the ache for him burn hotter and hotter, ache for something that won't be his after tonight.
his mouth returns low, lips parted to catch the taut skin of his balls, sucking wet and tight, as he feels the shift of moving hips, hinting what's to come. his tongue laps, encouraging the chase of that climax, sensing the way that sanji might need it more than he realize just by the state of his urgent moans, nothing but that sound of the heaviness of breath reaching his ears — nothing until the soft gasp of his own name melts his body to nothing.
come spills all over his fingers in hot ribbons, urging him to pump even faster, for his mouth to grip tighter, squeezing, sucking, come, come, come. zoro doesn't let him go until the thighs pressed around him signal him to ease off, prying away his lips as his fingers slow to lazier strokes. catching his breath, he lifts his head, just enough to be able to see the stretched length of sanji's body, face hidden away by his arm.
regret? shame? the uncertainty of it leaves zoro uncomfortable, not fitted to say the first word after this, not usually caught up in the aftermath of being with someone who isn't just picked up as temporary relief. so he doesn't say anything at all, ducking his head again where he sighs warm breath over soft skin, closing his eyes and tucking his nose softly against an inner thigh, at least until he's made to leave. ]