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His Pace, My Pace	By : Kosnkarnate Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 2754 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Zoro leaned in to grab one more kiss form Sanji, his tongue darting out to lick his husbands lips, searching for an opening. Sanji accepted that tongue, sucking on it gently, then pressed their mouths together as he sat up, dropping his arms low on Zoro's waist, who was now sitting on his lap.
Zoro closed his eyes as his hands tangled in the blonde's hair, pulling him in closer to deepen the kiss. Sanji let out a low moan and allowed himself to be pulled into the sensuality of their lips and tongues dancing and- he stopped. Pulled away abruptly. "Oi! Shitty moss-head. Shower. Now!"
Sighing, Sanji thought to himself, 'always getting pulled into his pace...'
Zoro reluctantly climbed off of Sanji, grumbling about not wanting to take a shower, throwing out a few explicatives here and there. Sanji couldn't help but stare in wide-eyed wonder at the Adonis that he got to claim as his own as he wandered off to find his bath towel- no doubt tossed carelessly somewhere within the room. Zoro's muscles rippled and glistened with sweat in the sunlight seeping through the curtains of their bedroom window. His bright green hair, disheveled from their play time and wild sleep, starkly contrasted with his tanned skin. HIs body was littered with scars from all of the rough and tumble activities he participated in once-upon-a-time. And Sanji found every bit of it, scars and all, stunning. He chewed on his lip as he thought about what he had in store for that gorgeous body.
Feeling invigorated by his short daydream, he all but leapt out of the bed and hurried to the bathroom to run a bath.
The bathroom was pretty large. Zoro had wanted one big enough to bathe and shower together so Sanji kept that in mind when he was searching for their place. He went through the first door and stopped to grab two washcloths from the shelf on the left side of the changing area. On the right were double sinks and a large vanity mirror. The couples toothbrushes and razors and other toiletries lined the counter around the sink, Zoro's side in disarray, Sanji's organized and clean. Sanji grabbed his toothbrush and briskly set about cleaning his teeth and rinsing his mouth. He then took another few steps to the glass double doors that flanked the entrance of the bathroom. Inside on the left, there was a tap and an oversized detachable shower head on the wall for washing up outside of the tub, and a large drain in the middle of the floor. A couple of small stools and wash basins were neatly stacked beneath the tap. In the back of the room there was a huge soaking tub with enough room for three people to comfortably fit inside that had water jets and LED lights built in. Sanji enjoyed nights when they got to soak for a while together in the dark with the LED lights lazily shifting from one color to the next while they listened to music filtering throughout their condo.
Nights like those were few and far between now that they ran their own businesses. 'Just makes it all the more worthwhile' he thought, smiling and humming to himself as he ran the water for their bath, testing the temperature with his elbow. There would be no mood lighting this time. No music. Only the two men with no outside distractions.
Zoro called out to Sanji from the entryway, "Ero-cook, you seen my towel anywhere? I can't find it." He scratched his head nervously, waiting for the tirade of insults to come about being a thoughtless slob. But they did not come. Sanji looked over and smiled at him, instead beckoning to him, "It's fine. There's a clean one here for you. I need to do laundry anyway. I'll find it later. Come brush your teeth and let's get cleaned up so we can take a bath."
"I thought we were taking a shower." Zoro cocked his head to the side as he watched Sanji stooped in front of the tub swirling the water idly.
"We are. But I want to relax afterward. Can't we?" Sanji smiled again, one curly eyebrow raised in question.
Zoro, hard-pressed to refuse the blonde's requests to spend more time together, nodded his agreement and brushed his teeth scratching at the scruff starting to show. He rarely had to shave, so it felt odd under his fingers. If Sanji noticed, he didn't mention it. Rinsing his face and mouth, he tossed the toothbrush on the sink counter and then padded over to the shower, un-stacking the stools and basins, setting them up side by side. He turned on the water and adjusted it to a steamy powerful stream. He un-hooked the shower head and, sitting down on one of the stools, asked Sanji if would be joining anytime soon.
Sanji turned the water running into the tub off, deciding it was sufficiently full after all and went to join Zoro. He sat down on the little round stool facing towards his husband. "Turn around."
The moss-haired man turned so that he was facing Sanji. The chef, exasperated, took the shower head from Zoro's hand and grabbed his shoulder to direct him. "Turn the other way." Zoro's jaw jutted out as he retorted, "You didn't say which way, stupid curly-brow!" Sanji ignored this and instead held the showerhead over Zoro, dowsing him in the heated water head first.
Zoro gasped and sputtered in surprise. "Don't make me repeat myself again," Sanji chided. Zoro slowly turned around as he grumbled out insults under his breath. Sanji leaned in close until his face was next to his husband's. "We're gonna continue. You need a safe word." His voice was unsteady and almost a whisper. Sanji hadn't ever tried anything like this with anyone before, but he'd read about it. A safe word definitely seemed like a good idea, so he wanted to establish it before hand. In fact, the book said it was a necessity.
"What? A safe word? Like a password for a safe?" The confused Zoro asked turning his head to escape the water falling on his face.
Chuckling Sanji replied, "Like that signal earlier... to stop. If... if you don't like something, or you want to stop... that word... I'll stop everything if you say it. So, pick something. It should be something you won't forget, and something you wouldn't normally say...while...while we..." Sanji felt his face reddening and turned his lovers face back away from him so that he wouldn't see. 'I need to be in control!' He took a few deep breaths as Zoro contemplated this information.
"Can't it just be 'stop'?" Zoro still perplexed at what his husband was asking for wondered out loud.
"If it's stop, what if you say stop, but you don't really want me to stop? Think of a good one, marimo. I don't want to go overboard."
'What the hell is he planning to do?' wondered Zoro. "Hmm, okay. What about Wado Ichimonji?" The name of his favorite sword, which was still mounted on the wall, along with several others he'd acquired over the years he'd trained and fought.
"You want to use the name of your sword?" Sanji questioned.
"I won't forget it. And Wado can cut through anything. Including whatever crazy ideas you have in that head of yours."
"Okay," Sanji conceded. "Then, if you just want to stop for a moment, just use Wado. If we're stopping completely, use the whole name. Is that alright?" Sanji tilted the former swordsman's head back to run water through his hair and to look at his face.
"Yeah. I like it." Zoro smiled up at Sanji as he poured shampoo on his hair and began lathering it up, placing the shower head on the lower holder.
"Then, from now on. Okay?" Sanji kissed Zoro's upside down face and scrubbed his hair with fervor until he was sure that all of the mess from last night and this morning were removed. Zoro hummed in contentment at the affection being lavished on him. Sanji rinsed the brilliant green hair, careful not to get any soap in his lover's eyes and then released his head.
Zoro sat up and then reached for the basin at his feet to start rinsing and washing his body, while Sanji was already mid-scrub. 'He seems in a rush... maybe I should hurry too' The thought crossed his mind as he watched Sanji quickly but meticulously clean every inch of his body.
When he finished washing everywhere else, Sanji placed the washcloth back in his basin and took some soap on his hand. Watching Zoro intently he began to clean his genitals. Sliding soapy palms over his penis and his testes, circling them slowly, carefully. He lifted his shaft to clean beneath it and massaged around the head of it to ensure that it too was pristine. Then he took his other hand and reached behind him, slipping his fingers up and down the divide of his ass cheeks, sinking deeper with each pass. Finally he rubbed his long digits over his asshole, dipping slightly inside and twisting. Sanji's eyes rolled back and he winced briefly at the sting of the soap on his freshly ravaged anus. When he opened his eyes and looked back over at Zoro, he smirked. Zoro was hard, and the soapy water dripping from his cock hung in long strands mixed with pre-cum. He rinsed himself off thoroughly and then eased himself into the tub of hot water.
Sighing with relaxation, Sanji turned on his stomach and leaned on the edge of the tub, continuing to follow Zoro's movements with his eyes. "Make sure to wash everything," the words coming out more a tease than a command. Zoro quickly dragged his soapy washcloth around his body and rinsed off, eager to join his lover and go back to their play time.
Before he could get a foot in the tub though, Sanji stopped him. "Hmm. I think I need to inspect you before you get in and dirty up my water."
Zoro shot Sanji a look, ready to retort, when the blonde quickly suddenly stood up in the tub, causing some water to slosh out on to the floor. The water rolled off his skin, which was pink tinged from the heat of it, steam curling off in wispy tendrils. He ran a hand through his thick golden hair, pulling it back away from his face as he stepped out of the tub directly in from of his beloved, and for the next few hours, his play thing.
Zoro's eyes flitted over the thin man standing in front of him. Took in his smooth, unmarred skin. His sinewy muscles and his picturesque facial features. He felt those piercing brown eyes cutting through him like so many blades and his face began to flush. 'What's curly-cook up to now?'
Sanji placed the fingers of one hand lightly on Zoro's chest and swept them down to his rippling abs. They both shivered. "This seems fine..." Sanji stated as he continued dragging his fingers slowly across the tanned damp skin. He trailed over to his wrist and encircled it, then lifted Zoro's arm above his head. "But what about here? Sanji slowly brought his face closer to the hair nestled in Zoro's armpit.
Zoro snatched his arm down, careful to avoid Sanji's head. "O-ooi~! What do you think you're doing curly brows?" Sanji lunged his body against Zoro's then, sending him stumbling backwards. He wrapped an arm around his lover's thick waist and guided his flailing body, slamming him into the tiled wall, snatched his arm back into the air and buried his nose in the hollow space covered by wavy course green hairs. "Did you not clean yourself properly?" he asked, not pulling away.
"I-I did! I washed like always!" Zoro tried to sound indignant, but his voice came out like a scolded child's. "Then it's okay if I do this, right?" Sanji dipped his face so his mouth was a few inches below the pit and began licking upward. "Hey! Hey, stop!" Sanji did not stop, continuing his slow trek up, reveling in the anxiety Zoro was putting out.
"Okay! Just- just let me wash again, to be sure." Sanji paused, his tongue just below the hairs that marked the beginning of his arm pit. "Mm. I don't know. You said you washed well before, but now you aren't sure. Maybe I'd better do it, since you aren't very thorough." Zoro's already flushed face turned beet red at the idea. They'd washed each other's hair before, but never each other's bodies. It always seemed to him too intimate... too invasive.
"I can handle it shitty cook." There was no conviction in Zoro's voice. He wasn't even looking at Sanji as the words slipped out. "Oh? So, you just missed a spot? Is that it? Then..." he slid his free hand between Zoro's thighs and extended his fingers past his balls, and pressed on his perineum. "This? Is it clean, marimo?" he cooed, sliding his fingers further back, teasing the nerve endings in the sensitive area. Zoro's breath hitched and his muscles tensed at the unfamiliar feeling. Sanji never really touched him there, and he certainly didn't do it himself. He had contemplated it before, since his husband looked like he enjoyed it so much, but...now?
Receiving no response, Sanji released Zoro's arm and withdrew his hand from between Zoro's legs. He looked at his face, covered in embarrassment, until they locked eyes and smiled. "I'll take that as a no. I'm going to clean you up proper now, so just wait here." Zoro felt helpless to do otherwise.
Sanji grabbed Zoro's washcloth and covered it in soap and lathered it up. He went back to Zoro, who'd stayed put like a cornered mouse, and began washing at his neck. "You can't forget behind your ears either," he said softly as he cleaned behind his ears and rubbed his earlobes gently, careful around his earrings. Instead of turning him around to scrub his back, Sanji wrapped his arms around him, pressing their bodies close as he washed in circles, first one side, then the other. He went over his entire body in this way, until he got to the last parts, Zoro's face aflame the entire time.
"Now, you should wash your arm pits, your cock, and your ass last. In that order. I'll do it this time, so you understand how it feels to be truly clean."
Sanji again lifted the strong arms of his husband, one at a time, washing thoroughly the crevices and rinsing the cloth between each one. When he was done there, he dropped the cloth into the basin, and the same as he'd done with himself earlier, he took some soap in hand and lathered it up before taking Zoro's hard, dripping cock into his hands. He dropped down to a crouch so that he was eye level with it and started talking again. "Since you're uncut, you have to be even more meticulous and take your time as you clean this part." He brought his face in close, too close, but not close enough to touch the crown of Zoro's dick and slid his hand down his shaft in a loose grip, retracting the skin the rest of the way. He eased his fingers around the head, rubbing gently. His husband twitched under his methodical fingers and he stifled a smile as he looked up to meet Zoro's eyes, hazy and lust-filled. Making sure not to break their gaze, he added his other hand to the base and began twisting them both in opposing directions as he slid them up and down his shaft.
Zoro could hardly take it anymore, the slow agonizing way that his husband was touching him. And when he started working his cock like that, he all but lost self control. His hips started thrusting into Sanji's slippery grip of their own accord. His eyes screwed shut and mouth opened in a pant. Everything below was drawing up tight, preparing for release. He pressed his upper back into the wall for support and fisted his hands on either side of his chest as his lover expertly brought him closer to orgasm.
Then Sanji's hands stilled as his voice rang out, "mm, now now. That's not what we're here for. You're supposed to be getting clean, but you're just making more of a mess!" His hand were covered in frothy soap lather and another slippery substance, and when he waggled his fingers to demonstrate, showing off the shimmery strands that stretched between them, Zoro turned his face away in embarrassment. "I-isn't...isn't it you m-making a mess? I only did what's natural!"
At that Sanji swiftly stood and spun the larger man around, pressing his chest and face against the wall with his forearm leaned into his back. Sanji's face flushed and he fought to keep control of himself, wanting to give in to the adorably flustered Zoro right there. He had no idea that his husband could be categorized as 'cute' before just then. Sexy, breathtaking, handsome, rugged, gorgeous maybe, but cute? Sanji pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand, trying to hold back the nosebleed that threatened to spout forth.
Regaining his composure, the chef took the hand from his face and traced it down Zoro's well defined back, fingers spread bumping and sliding over the bulges of muscle, down to the top of his ass, which spasmed briefly at his touch. "Ahh, Ero-cook... what... what are you doing?" Zoro stammered as Sanji's hand turned and dipped low before sliding up again, dividing his backside in two with the whole of his hand, gliding between the peaks of his ass, index and middle fingers slightly curved, massaging...probing.
"Give yourself over to me, Zoro. Stop fighting, for once. You trust me, right?" The words were whispered against his ear and he shuddered. "Yeah, of course I do. 'S just new is all... and I'm not sure what you want," the larger man stated, honestly.
Sanji's chest filled with warmth and he wanted to take the ex-swordsman by the head and hug him close in blubbering affection. But that could wait, because what he wanted even more that, at that moment, was right beneath his fingertips. "All of you," Sanji replied. He pressed the tip of his middle finger gently against the tight ring of muscle and released the pressure after a few seconds. Zoro gasped in surprise but made no move to stop him. Sanji's cock twitched this time, the sexiness of his husbands vulnerability to him alone sending tingles coursing through his body. A cocktail of hormones that made him feel good, excited and happy, and aroused all at the same time.
He pressed again, just a bit further in this time, and Zoro's body trembled as he tried to bite back a moan. 'Oh fuck that's sexy!' Sanji thought as he sunk in to the first knuckle and twisted his finger. He wasn't looking to enter him completely, not yet, but he had to fight the sudden urge to push all the way into him and see Zoro a writhing, whimpering mess at his mercy.
He slid his finger back out and rubbed soothingly over the area, biting his lip as he felt Zoro push back against his wandering fingers. Sucking in a slow breath between clenched teeth, he sought his voice and said, "time to rinse." His husband held himself against the wall for a few more seconds after Sanji released him, lost in the feelings of submitting in a way he never had before. He didn't have the words for it then, but he felt it. The way his mind began to melt under the direction of Sanji and how good everything felt when he only had himself and his orders to think about.
Sanji rinsed Zoro's body carefully, ensuring he didn't miss a spot, using his hand to trace over Zoro's skin wherever the water fell. When he was finished, he placed the showerhead back in its holder and grabbed one of Zoro's hands, interlaced their fingers and led him into the tub. Sanji and Zoro usually sat side by side or with Sanji between Zoro's legs. But today it was Zoro who sat between Sanji's legs, his upper back against the blondes chest. He sighed with content as his lover scooped up the still quite warm water and poured it over his hair, his shoulder, his chest. Sanji leaned over his shoulder and trailed kisses over his cheek, down his jaw, and over to his mouth. Zoro angled his face into the kiss as their lips slanted together, and he felt Sanji's arousal brush against his back underwater.
Sanji kissed his husband intensely as his love for the man surged through him, and when his kiss was returned in kind, he felt himself rise up. He opened on eye and let it wander over to glimpse at Zoro's hardness. He snaked his arm around the muscular body to land in Zoro's lap, where he took hold of his length and stroked it slowly a couple of times as they devoured each other's mouths. Zoro's moan echoed in the bathroom and vibrated in Sanji's mouth. He took in a sharp breath through his nose and grabbed Zoro's hand that had wandered into his hair, pressing him into their kiss. He eased that hand down to Zoro's cock and whispered against his lips, "Stroke it. I want to watch. But don't cum."
Zoro could feel his face heating up under the watchful gaze of his beloved. He closed his grip on his erection and slid his fist forward then thrust his hips into it as it slid back down. Slow and hard, he continued pleasing himself as Sanji's lips crushed his own, feeling him rutting against his back in time with his strokes.
Sanji made an animalistic grunting sound as he grinded into Zoro's back. He wrapped both arms around the barreling chest of his husband, one hand finding purchase with one of his large nipple rings and tugging gently, the other sliding up his throat. Sanji's hand wasn't large enough to wrap around that thick neck, but he placed it over his trachea and pressed the heel of his thumb against it with small amount of pressure, and dug the nails of his fingers into the skin on the other side.
Zoro's eyes shot wide at the sudden restriction of his airflow, but not because he was afraid, but because a moment later he was fighting the urge to cum. He snatched his lips away, breaking the kiss. "Cook..." Zoro whimpered hoarsely.
"You will use my name when addressing me," Sanji growled into his ear. Zoro stopped stroking himself and squeezed the base of his cock to keep from shooting at the guttural sound of his husband's voice. "Ahh...fuck...S-Sanji-i-i..."
Sanji's erection throbbed and his breath caught in his throat. He hadn't thought Zoro would actually say it. He felt manic and wanted to consume his lover's entire being in that moment. He removed his hand from Zoro's throat and placed it on his shoulder. "Get out," he commanded. His initial intentions lost to his need, he wanted nothing more than to have Zoro underneath him now. Wanted to hear his name spilled from those pillow soft lips in his husbands gravelly voice.
Zoro was in a daze and didn't register Sanji's command initially, so when Sanji's hand pushed him forward as he prepared to stand, Zoro rocked forward onto his hands and knees, heart pounding. He could no longer formulate complete thoughts, but in the brief instances of clarity, various insights passed though. 'This is so hot!' 'I've never seen Ero...Sanji so demanding.' 'What's he gonna do next?' The thoughts came in spurts.
Sanji watched Zoro as he tumbled forward onto all fours and then stayed in place expectantly. Sanji bit his lip and his eyebrows furrowed as he took in the sight of Zoro pliant and blissed out, and they hadn't really done anything yet. He watched the water roll off of his skin, etched the hard curves and edges of his muscular form into his mind, took in the swell of his ass arched into the air, hovering just above the water's surface. Was there ever a more perfect being to walk the earth? But, right. He was in the middle of something.
Smack! His open hand landed squarely on one side of Zoro's ass, bringing an immediate rush of blood to the surface of his skin, tinting it a deep shade of pink. "Ahh...nngh..." Zoro groaned and arched his back at the delicious sting of the strike. Sanji tossed his head back and opened his mouth to breath as if he couldn't get enough air before looking back down and giving him a matching blow on the other side. Zoro let out a whine and Sanji caressed the reddened skin gently as he repeated his order, "now, I said get out. Or were you hoping for this punishment?" Sanji's voice was a stark contrast to his touch, and it turned Zoro on so much.
Zoro lifted himself from the water and stepped out of the tub, waiting for Sanji to follow and give his next command. Sanji was just behind him and prodded him forward towards the door. "Bed." Something primal lie behind those Sanji's eyes and it sent chills down Zoro's spine as he exited the bathroom. Sanji grabbed a towel on the way out and quickly caught up to his boy toy and thrust it into his hands. "Put it on the bed," he stated gruffly and then stood by as Zoro obediently smoothed the fresh towel out over their bed. 'To keep water off the bed? We could just dry off...'
As soon as the towel was in place Sanji was on Zoro, licking and biting the back of his neck and shoulders as he pounced from behind. He pushed Zoro face down over the edge of the bed and then tapped the back of his left thigh then pushed it until Zoro lifted his leg up and Sanji guided it onto the bed. He did the same with the other side, leaving the mighty ex-swordsman face down, ass up and then slide his thighs further apart with his knee and pulled each of his arms down toward himself until his hands hung off of the bed. "Hold on to your ankles." At the statement, Zoro adjusted his arms just enough to grip his ankles as he thought, 'Is this really happening? This is really happening!' and his heart began to pound.
Sanji admired his handy work, took in the sight of Zoro spread wide for him- for his eyes only- for just a few seconds before he was burying his face in those glorious buns. He palmed a globe in each hand and was bent down with his tongue out laving over the freshly cleaned opening when Zoro let out a loud moan, "o-oh-o-oh FUUUCK!" muffled only slightly by the mattress his face was currently shoved into. Spurred on by his partners cries Sanji plunged his tongue in deep humming at the feel of his husbands entrance contracting and pulsing from his mouth. He took one hand and reached between Zoro's legs to fondle his arousal, slipping a finger over the wet slit and sliding it down to the frenulum, massaging the bunch of nerves there before pulling his hand back and replacing it on his ass.
Zoro was swallowed whole in subjugation, unable or unwilling to move from his position, to fix his mouth in defiance, barely able to form coherent thought. He did trust Sanji, with his very soul. And he wanted to give himself to Sanji completely. In a way that he'd never done for anyone before. Every whisper, every command, every touch lit his insides on fire. And when he got rough with him? He had to constantly fight back his erections during the days when they used to spar with each other, and even now being on the receiving end of Sanji's assaults got him leaking pre-cum, ready to erupt on command. He never mentioned this to his lover, of course. It was embarrassing. But none of that mattered right now. His only concern was to follow his husbands commands and breathe.
Sanji moved his other hand to search the bed for the small bottle of lube he'd used earlier. After a few moments of fumbling around he reluctantly separated his mouth from his husband's entrance so he could actually look for the bottle. Zoro whined and his hips rocked slightly in protest of the loss.
As he found the bottle and proceeded to lubricate the fingers of both hands and Zoro's anus, he teased, "aww what's what wrong? Does my little slut want to be filled up already? Even though it's his first time? Heh, and they call me the pervert." Zoro wasn't sure why, but his raging boner got even harder after that statement.
Sanji slicked his digits over his lovers asshole, spreading the lube around more than necessary. He slid his hand down further smearing the lube across his taint and balls and then gripped his hard-on with those slippery fingers and started stroking him. Zoro started trying to arch into the movement. "Be still! Or I'll stop right here." Sanji's words sounded like a threat, but really he didn't want his marimo-head doing anything crazy during his first time that would put him off forever. Zoro's hips stilled instantly, his voice still letting out little whines of frustration.
Sanji settled his long fingers in the crevice of the other mans ass, sliding them up and down the divide, creeping closer to the tight pucker each time. He continued lightly stroking Zoro's cock as he dipped the tip of his middle finger on the other hand into the tiny entrance. He wiggled it a bit, testing the give there and when it relaxed a bit he slid forward more, breaching the second sphincter for the first time, as he increased the speed of his movement and the tightness of his grip on his husband's member.
Zoro because more vocal the deeper Sanji went until he was panting and moaning almost non-stop. Concerned, Sanji paused for a moment to ask Zoro if he was okay, or if he forgot his safe-word. Not wanting that feeling to stop Zoro responded as he tried to grind onto Sanji's finger. "M' fine. S-safe... ahh... safe word's... nnghh...oh fuck...safe word is Wado Ichimonji but please! Please, please, please...don't stop!"
Sanji could feel his dick swell in anticipation then. Zoro had relaxed around his finger, and so he added a second one. Sliding his middle finger almost all the way out, he lined up his index finger beneath it as pressed them together and slowly worked his way back in. Zoro arched into the invasion, spreading his thighs and hips wider.
Zoro felt himself stretching more and more around Sanji's fingers and conjured up the image of Sanji taking in that huge glass anal plug earlier, seeing his pink insides, and listening to him practically scream as the third globe was pressed into him. Somewhere inside, he wanted to try that too. It looked like the best kind of pain. The sort that would make him feel he was being slowly ripped apart even as Sanji held him together. He let out another moan and rocked back slowly onto Sanji's fingers, forgetting his command to stay still. He wanted to be filled up, wanted to feel Sanji pulsing inside him as he thrust and oh shit... wanted to feel his husband seed spill inside him. He thrust himself back at the thought, impaling himself fully onto those long fingers.
Sanji bit down on his tongue and swallowed hard as Zoro began thrusting himself back on his scissoring fingers, moaning incoherently, anxious to feel more of his lover inside. There was one string of words he could understand though. "Ri-rip me...rip me apart!" His voice was desperate, full of lust and desire.
Unable to resist any longer, his own hardness weeping for attention, he pulled his fingers free and watched as the hole closed up again, twitching needily as Zoro keened at the loss of stimulation. He grabbed the lube and applied a copious amount to his penis and Zoro's asshole, hoping that would alleviate the friction enough to let him enter without actually injuring his husband.
Sanji took his right and placed it on Zoro's left hip and snatched him to the side, flipping him over onto his side, as he used his left to stroke himself. Sanji wasn't as large as Zoro in girth, but he still had an appreciable size and Zoro stared at it hungrily with new eyes. Eyes that envisioned the coming assault on his rectum. He repositioned himself between Sanji's legs on the bed and began stroking himself rhythmically.
Sanji climbed onto the bed and yanked Zoro's leg to turn him length-wise, situating his head toward the top of the bed, and ensured that the towel was still beneath them. "This will probably hurt. Are you okay?" Zoro nodded and spread his legs wide, ready for Sanji to take him.
Sanji crept over his body until they were face to face. He kissed his husband tenderly, snaking his tongue deep into his mouth as he pinched, tugged, and rubbed his nipples. They were hard and pert over the thick metal rings that pierced through them and he moved back down to take one into his mouth. He nibbled on the stiff bit of flesh, grinding his teeth gently against it. Zoro arched into the warm cavern, pressing up to the sensation. Sanji gave a final flick of his tongue and sucked the nipple into his mouth briefly, letting the ring catch between his teeth as he let it go. He released the ring too and then sat up on his knees, ready.
He grasped himself, lined up with Zoro's entrance, and slicked his cock back and forth over it a few times, teasingly. Zoro's head tossed his head to the side and his legs trembled with excitement. His chest heaved and his hands fisted the sheets of the bed on either side of him. Sanji pressed slowly, his crown sinking in smoothly at first and then he met with resistance as Zoro tensed up. Sanji's own limbs shuddered as he fought to control his arousal. Just a bit more and he'd be inside, laying claim that which had not been claimed before. He met his husband's eyes seeking assurance that he was still okay. Zoro wrapped his legs around Sanji's hips in response and pulled him in the rest of the way.
His face twisted beautifully as he let out an audible gasp and then moaned at the fullness. 'He's inside of me! He's inside of me! oooh fuck... inside...' Zoro's mind was scrambled as he muttered the words in a stupor. Sanji took in the sight and thought he could stare at him all day, wrecked beneath him, squirming and pleading. His dick throbbed inside, causing Zoro to thrust his hips. It was as though his body couldn't make sense of the new pleasures it was experiencing. "Do you want me to move now?" Sanji cooed. Zoro nodded vigorously.
A laugh spilled forth then, dark and full of mischief. "Beg me for it." Zoro tried thrusting his hips again to get some friction going, some relief, but Sanji placed his hands on his hips, pinning them down. "Beg!" he demanded.
"P-please... move your hips." Zoro said in a low voice.
"Oh you can do better than that, can't you my precious marimo?" Sanji teased, grinding a bit and then waiting for a response.
"Please. Please...fuck me. I want you to take me. Mess me up. Wreck me, please. Sanji."
At the sound of his own name coming from Zoro's lips, Sanji lost it. Forgot to be gentle. Forgot that this was his lover's first time. All that remained was the instinct to drive into him over and over as Zoro screamed. "My name, say it again," he commanded as he plowed into him.
"Sanji!" Slam!
"Oo, you slut... Again!" Slam!
"Sa-aahhh-Sanji!"
"Louder!" Sanji was pounding into Zoro with enough force to scoot the bed across the floor, but he couldn't think, couldn't stop.
Zoro screamed Sanji's name over and over, as the pain ravaged his body. He knew it should hurt, that he should ask him to stop or slow down. 'Use the safe word.' But he didn't want to. Not when it felt so good. His fist flew over his cock as he felt himself nearing completion.
Sanji pulled Zoro's hips up so they were on his thighs. He angled his pelvis and held him tighter as he thrust at this new angle. A few strokes in, Zoro's body tensed up and Sanji knew he'd found his sweet spot. "Don't you dare cum before me." Sanji growled as he felt the tell-tale contractions begin. He knew it was too late.
Zoro's ejaculate shot out like canon fire, covering his chest and abs. The pulsing of his walls pulled Sanji over the edge too, and he spilled his hot cum with a guttural moan into his husband, still thrusting as it oozed out around him, until he was spent. He pulled immediately afterward, pushed Zoro's knees toward his chest, and watched as his seed spilled out of the still gaping hole onto the towel below. He looked for any signs of injury after a moment, suddenly realizing how rough he'd been. He found none and let out a sigh of relief.
"This sight is kind of amazing. You should see it," he chuckled. Zoro, somewhat back to his senses, blushed and struggled to put his legs back down. Sanji laughed and said, "what's the big deal, shitty moss-head? You did it to me!" Zoro set his jaw and murmured, "I didn't watch you like that..." His face burned with embarrassment. Sanji decided not to remind him of earlier with the anal plug, instead letting Zoro's legs fall to the bed as he crawled up to kiss him.
Zoro reached for him and kissed him hungrily, pulling Sanji down into his arms. Sanji ran his fingers through Zoro's soft, still damp, green hair. "You're really okay?" Concern laced his voice. "I'm better than okay, shitty ero-cook. If I'd known you were having all the fun, we would've done this long ago." They smiled against each other's lips and kissed again, chaste gentle kisses that spelled out their love without words.
"We should probably take another shower." Zoro groaned at the idea of standing up right then. "Can it wait?"
"It can wait." Sanji didn't mind switching gears back to Zoro's pace for a while. It was nice too. They spent the morning in bed cuddling, with Sanji telling Zoro how sexy he was, how there was no one else like him on the planet, how much he enjoyed the gift of his presence and body. They drifted in and out of sleep, tucked in each other's arms until Sanji's phone rang, waking them up.
It was the restaurant. They didn't call him for anything short of an emergency on Sundays. Shit.
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