[ panic claws at him, hooks deep in his flesh, but it just makes him hold on like he's braving a storm on the merry. zoro is solid and calm and sweet, kissing deep into his mouth as if he's trying to reach the heart of him. it pulls the breath out of sanji, makes his fingers curl tightly around zoro's bicep, and he has the sudden flash of kissing nami, of her tangerine-sweet lips, and then it melts back into zoro's full, plush heat, like he's surrounded on all sides by devotion and warmth and want.
he can't say anything to zoro's words as they brand something deep inside of him, something hurt and fragile and unwanted. maybe he survived every wretched moment just for this, just to feel zoro's strong arms and scorching mouth and the cascade of his breath sending shivers across his skin. sanji arches into his hand, drawn to him like salt in the ocean, his body already painfully alive at the mere thought of zoro's touch. the real thing has him flushed and panting, still wrapping his mind around the new, unfamiliar kind of arousal that overtakes him.
zoro's fingers breach him, and it's so much better than all the ways he's stuffed his own into his cunt, and maybe nami is onto something with him, or more likely she's taught him a thing or two about pleasure. sanji kicks his pants off and clenches down against him, his hips rolling into zoro's hand. ]
It's not different now?
[ he doesn't usually talk this much — or at all — when he's getting his carnal obsession with zoro out of his system, but he suddenly has to know. what if he wakes up tomorrow and something else has changed? already there's the idea of a presence inside of him, something he doesn't want to name or think about, but it isn't lost on him how possessive and instinctual zoro has been acting, like he just knows sanji is going to have — ]
Didn't you want me because I — [ he shudders, closing his eyes as he fists zoro's collar and shoves, swinging himself up to straddle his hips. he almost loses the fullness of zoro's fingers, so he catches his wrist in a hard grip, urging him to stay wedged inside of him. what would it feel like if it were zoro's cock? the thought threatens to drive him to madness. ] Because I'm a man?
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he can't say anything to zoro's words as they brand something deep inside of him, something hurt and fragile and unwanted. maybe he survived every wretched moment just for this, just to feel zoro's strong arms and scorching mouth and the cascade of his breath sending shivers across his skin. sanji arches into his hand, drawn to him like salt in the ocean, his body already painfully alive at the mere thought of zoro's touch. the real thing has him flushed and panting, still wrapping his mind around the new, unfamiliar kind of arousal that overtakes him.
zoro's fingers breach him, and it's so much better than all the ways he's stuffed his own into his cunt, and maybe nami is onto something with him, or more likely she's taught him a thing or two about pleasure. sanji kicks his pants off and clenches down against him, his hips rolling into zoro's hand. ]
It's not different now?
[ he doesn't usually talk this much — or at all — when he's getting his carnal obsession with zoro out of his system, but he suddenly has to know. what if he wakes up tomorrow and something else has changed? already there's the idea of a presence inside of him, something he doesn't want to name or think about, but it isn't lost on him how possessive and instinctual zoro has been acting, like he just knows sanji is going to have — ]
Didn't you want me because I — [ he shudders, closing his eyes as he fists zoro's collar and shoves, swinging himself up to straddle his hips. he almost loses the fullness of zoro's fingers, so he catches his wrist in a hard grip, urging him to stay wedged inside of him. what would it feel like if it were zoro's cock? the thought threatens to drive him to madness. ] Because I'm a man?