[ he claimed, rather boldly, that he was the same, but fuck if everything doesn't feel different — heightened to a ridiculous degree, so that the pinch of his nipple sends a searing ache straight to his pelvis like a goddamn arrow. normally, he'd fight being forcibly manhandled by zoro like this, but he's paralyzed by pleasure, rolling onto his back with zoro's substantial weight bearing down upon him, his legs spread wide, his cunt glistening and pink and throbbing for attention. he wants to be filled like a chocolate éclair, claimed with zoro’s come in the inherent way he belongs to nami, and that’s how he knows he’s lost whatever was left of his mind after changing and changing and changing, and the thought alarms him into squirming. his fingers clutch his chest, circling his wet nipple, and shit, he could come just like this, from the friction of his own fingertips and the suggestion of zoro's cock, because he can't actually —

he can't. this can't. sanji's heart leaps abruptly into his mouth at the sudden press of hardness at his cunt, stark realization washing over him, that he's — they — they’re about to — ]

Fuck.

[ his fingers dig into zoro's arms as he sinks inside of him in one fluid motion. he's so much bigger than the fingers sanji has stuffed inside himself, reaching so much deeper that he suddenly feels full to bursting. zoro gives him no time at all to adjust, snapping his hips into him as sanji writhes helplessly, only vaguely aware that he's dripping milk from his tits and slick from his cunt, because now zoro's lips are more important than anything, teasing him with their proximity. sanji cranes his neck and captures them in a bruising kiss, his legs hooking around zoro's waist to trap him. ]

Fuck. [ softer now, his cheeks flaring with color, hips rising off the bed to meet zoro’s relentless movements. it’s so different from having sex with a woman, so different from anything, because zoro isn’t like anyone he’s ever met. his feelings for zoro aren’t like anything he understands. he has no comparison. he doesn’t even want to think about them. ] Fuck me. I need you. I need you all the time. I hate it, I hate you —

[ the words spill out of him from a place he can’t control, his breath coming fast, his pleasure so hot and agonizing that tears prickle the corners of his eyes. he slides a hand between them to stroke at his swollen clit, and all it takes is a few nudges before he’s clenching around zoro’s cock, shivering as an orgasm ripples through him. his breaths turn into desperate moans as his cunt abruptly grows ten times more sensitive, zoro’s thrusts arching his back off the bed as tears spill from his eyes. ]

You shitty little shit — [ he breaks off into a string of violent curses that end in whimpering gasps, another orgasm building fast, this one racing through him like fire. his eyes squeeze shut, his thighs clamping around zoro’s hips as he shudders. ] I love — I love you —