[ all at once sanji is ferociously jealous of the way zoro thinks, because he wants this too, he wants to want zoro the same way it's easy to want nami, without all the mistrust and fear and anger, and he wants — to not give a shit. how does zoro do it? he's never asked. never asked who taught him about men and women and the proper way to treat each one. but maybe that's just it — maybe no one taught it to him the way it was beaten into sanji's very dna, and no amount of sweating or bleeding or crying will make it come out.
his jaw tightens around a curse, his breath whisking out hard between his teeth as zoro's fingers move almost cruelly, stroking against all the new things inside of him that make him clench and shudder. if zoro didn't want this — want him — then he wouldn't be here. his fingers wouldn't be jammed inside his cunt, keeping him on the brink of orgasm. this wouldn't be happening at all.
sanji bends at the waist, dipping down close enough to feel the heat of zoro's breath skimming across his skin. his shirt hangs open, his nipples rosy and pert and aching, and he takes zoro’s hand and presses it to his chest, his cunt flooding with fresh heat the moment zoro’s fingers pinch him just so. he crushes his mouth against zoro’s sinfully soft lips, a tenderly frustrated groan tipping past the part of his lips. ]
I want it. [ his fingers curl into zoro’s hair, scratching at the soft, sensitive base of his twitching ears. ] The way you would’ve — before.
[ he sinks his sharp teeth into zoro’s bottom lip, then licks at his bruised flesh, his hips moving rhythmically on zoro’s fingers, not a single movement errant or wasted. sanji already knows how to treat nami when it comes to this — queenly, tenderly, so romantically that sometimes she can’t even meet his eyes. if he finds out zoro isn’t treating nami with the same servile attitude, he’ll hang the shitty swordsman from the fucking roof. but he isn’t nami. his cunt doesn’t need the same… tender, loving affection.
he breaks the kiss, fisting a hand in zoro’s collar and lifting him several inches from the bed, nose to nose with him as his eyes flash with the promise of violence. ]
If you don’t give a shit, then don’t treat me any differently. [ he shoves zoro back onto the mattress, towering over him again as he swats zoro’s hand away so he can grind his wet cunt down onto the front of zoro’s bulging erection. ] Fuck me the way you wanted to before. Don’t be a coward.
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his jaw tightens around a curse, his breath whisking out hard between his teeth as zoro's fingers move almost cruelly, stroking against all the new things inside of him that make him clench and shudder. if zoro didn't want this — want him — then he wouldn't be here. his fingers wouldn't be jammed inside his cunt, keeping him on the brink of orgasm. this wouldn't be happening at all.
sanji bends at the waist, dipping down close enough to feel the heat of zoro's breath skimming across his skin. his shirt hangs open, his nipples rosy and pert and aching, and he takes zoro’s hand and presses it to his chest, his cunt flooding with fresh heat the moment zoro’s fingers pinch him just so. he crushes his mouth against zoro’s sinfully soft lips, a tenderly frustrated groan tipping past the part of his lips. ]
I want it. [ his fingers curl into zoro’s hair, scratching at the soft, sensitive base of his twitching ears. ] The way you would’ve — before.
[ he sinks his sharp teeth into zoro’s bottom lip, then licks at his bruised flesh, his hips moving rhythmically on zoro’s fingers, not a single movement errant or wasted. sanji already knows how to treat nami when it comes to this — queenly, tenderly, so romantically that sometimes she can’t even meet his eyes. if he finds out zoro isn’t treating nami with the same servile attitude, he’ll hang the shitty swordsman from the fucking roof. but he isn’t nami. his cunt doesn’t need the same… tender, loving affection.
he breaks the kiss, fisting a hand in zoro’s collar and lifting him several inches from the bed, nose to nose with him as his eyes flash with the promise of violence. ]
If you don’t give a shit, then don’t treat me any differently. [ he shoves zoro back onto the mattress, towering over him again as he swats zoro’s hand away so he can grind his wet cunt down onto the front of zoro’s bulging erection. ] Fuck me the way you wanted to before. Don’t be a coward.