( zoro doesn't know how to stop himself now that he's flung them into uncharted waters with no navigator to guide them — he can't tell if he's sinking or swimming as he thrusts into sanji like it's the only thing he knows to do. he can't tell if it's his own deeply human desires, or —
whether his changeling instincts are kicking in, making him even more desperate than he already was, fingers curling tightly into the pillow next to sanji's head, nails piercing through the fabric, palming over one of his leaking tits, groaning as he fucks so hard into him that the sound of skin against skin keeps making his ears twitch on top of his head. the word breed flashes through his mind, making zoro gasp, overwhelmed by the softness of his belly, the fullness of his tits, how easily his cunt is taking him again and again and thinking about filling him with his cum until he has nothing left ...
sanji's mouth brings him back to reality, kisses deep and languid and messy, zoro missing his lips entirely sometimes and not really giving a shit. his taste, his gasped curses, the way his hips roll to meet zoro's — they're all things that have flickered in the back of his mind even back in arlong park or coco village or on the merry if it meant getting the shitty cook to shut the hell up — and he knows that it's not just because of what's happened to both of them here, how they've changed.
it feels so fucking good, with thighs wrapped around his waist, basically begging to keep zoro inside of him as he fucks deeper, those hot, slick walls tightening around him as sanji's orgasm rapidly approaches, each whimpered curse, plea, gasped insistence that he hates him spurning him on even further. it makes him flush, maybe from anger or from pure fucking desire — because this shithead doesn't hate him, sanji needs him, and zoro needs sanji just as badly. the sudden clench of his cunt around him, hips shuddering as he comes, has zoro moaning, hips speeding up as he chases his own orgasm, so close, so close —
i love you.
zoro's mouth hangs open uselessly as he pants, a few more insistent thrusts through sanji's second orgasm before he's coming hard inside of him, filling him up for so long he thinks that maybe he's passed out, maybe he's imagined the whole thing, every single word — but when he blinks his eyes open slowly and the ringing in his ears starts to fade, all he sees is the cook, blonde hair mussed, tear tracks down his cheeks, looking debauched and exhausted and fucking beautiful.
he loves him? )
Don't go, ( comes zoro's abrupt plea, eyes widening, suddenly seized by the thought of being told to go fuck himself, that he didn't mean it, that he didn't mean any of this, to stay the fuck away from him. his heart pounds in his chest, hyperaware of the fact that he's still inside of him even as his cock's softening, like his hips can't fathom the thought of letting even a drop of his cum out. desperately, a hand reaches out to cup his cheek, pad of his thumb ghosting over his lower lip before he leans in to kiss him, a slow, lingering thing before he murmurs so quietly against his mouth that it borders on a whisper: ) I — Sanji, please. Please stay. You know that I — you have to know.
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whether his changeling instincts are kicking in, making him even more desperate than he already was, fingers curling tightly into the pillow next to sanji's head, nails piercing through the fabric, palming over one of his leaking tits, groaning as he fucks so hard into him that the sound of skin against skin keeps making his ears twitch on top of his head. the word breed flashes through his mind, making zoro gasp, overwhelmed by the softness of his belly, the fullness of his tits, how easily his cunt is taking him again and again and thinking about filling him with his cum until he has nothing left ...
sanji's mouth brings him back to reality, kisses deep and languid and messy, zoro missing his lips entirely sometimes and not really giving a shit. his taste, his gasped curses, the way his hips roll to meet zoro's — they're all things that have flickered in the back of his mind even back in arlong park or coco village or on the merry if it meant getting the shitty cook to shut the hell up — and he knows that it's not just because of what's happened to both of them here, how they've changed.
it feels so fucking good, with thighs wrapped around his waist, basically begging to keep zoro inside of him as he fucks deeper, those hot, slick walls tightening around him as sanji's orgasm rapidly approaches, each whimpered curse, plea, gasped insistence that he hates him spurning him on even further. it makes him flush, maybe from anger or from pure fucking desire — because this shithead doesn't hate him, sanji needs him, and zoro needs sanji just as badly. the sudden clench of his cunt around him, hips shuddering as he comes, has zoro moaning, hips speeding up as he chases his own orgasm, so close, so close —
i love you.
zoro's mouth hangs open uselessly as he pants, a few more insistent thrusts through sanji's second orgasm before he's coming hard inside of him, filling him up for so long he thinks that maybe he's passed out, maybe he's imagined the whole thing, every single word — but when he blinks his eyes open slowly and the ringing in his ears starts to fade, all he sees is the cook, blonde hair mussed, tear tracks down his cheeks, looking debauched and exhausted and fucking beautiful.
he loves him? )
Don't go, ( comes zoro's abrupt plea, eyes widening, suddenly seized by the thought of being told to go fuck himself, that he didn't mean it, that he didn't mean any of this, to stay the fuck away from him. his heart pounds in his chest, hyperaware of the fact that he's still inside of him even as his cock's softening, like his hips can't fathom the thought of letting even a drop of his cum out. desperately, a hand reaches out to cup his cheek, pad of his thumb ghosting over his lower lip before he leans in to kiss him, a slow, lingering thing before he murmurs so quietly against his mouth that it borders on a whisper: ) I — Sanji, please. Please stay. You know that I — you have to know.