Cook and Swordsman
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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
45
Views:
2,917
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own One Piece, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Hell for Leather (Gay bar part 2)
Title: Hell for Leather (Gay bar part 2)
Topic: boyfriend
posted:4/30/08
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Nami had split the difference and Zoro was glad he was only stuck playing dress up from the waist up. His black leather vest was pretty comfortable and showed his muscles off nicely. Not that he would care about that sort of thing normally. His eyes drifted to the chef in front of him. His boyfriend. For tonight anyway.
Sanji had to wear the leather from the waist down and these black leather pants were leaving nothing to the imagination. Every movement seemed to conspire to bring attention to areas Zoro wasn’t entirely comfortable thinking about in such detail.
Zoro nearly choked as the blonds hand reached back and seemingly rubbed his own tight ass. And again, stroking. This time slower. And then again even slower.
Was the damn cook trying to get him worked up?!
Sanji groaned in frustration as his other hand joined in the effort searching out his ass.
“Hey- shithead…do you have any room in your pants?” Sanji held up his pack of cigs and lighter in question. “No pockets.”
“Not anymore.” Thought Zoro, But took the box and lighter anyway.
Topic: boyfriend
posted:4/30/08
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Nami had split the difference and Zoro was glad he was only stuck playing dress up from the waist up. His black leather vest was pretty comfortable and showed his muscles off nicely. Not that he would care about that sort of thing normally. His eyes drifted to the chef in front of him. His boyfriend. For tonight anyway.
Sanji had to wear the leather from the waist down and these black leather pants were leaving nothing to the imagination. Every movement seemed to conspire to bring attention to areas Zoro wasn’t entirely comfortable thinking about in such detail.
Zoro nearly choked as the blonds hand reached back and seemingly rubbed his own tight ass. And again, stroking. This time slower. And then again even slower.
Was the damn cook trying to get him worked up?!
Sanji groaned in frustration as his other hand joined in the effort searching out his ass.
“Hey- shithead…do you have any room in your pants?” Sanji held up his pack of cigs and lighter in question. “No pockets.”
“Not anymore.” Thought Zoro, But took the box and lighter anyway.