Seven Deadly Kisses
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+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,597
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2
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I do not own One Piece, and make no money from writing this story.
Lustful Kiss
Seven Deadly Kisses
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, yaoi, smut, fluff, lots of lovely BL kisses~
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece, and I never will.
Kiss rating: NC-17
Each kiss will be for the 7snogs prompt table, and will feature one of the seven deadly sins as its theme. This one is for theme four: lust.
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Lustful Kiss
It was strange, but the only time they did not kiss was during sex.
Other than that, they kissed everywhere; on the deck, in the galley, in the crow’s nest, occasionally even in the middle of a battle field. Most of the time it was like they couldn’t keep their lips off each other, though it was far more likely that they just didn’t want to. The pair never thought about where they were or what was going on; sometimes just doing it in the middle of a conversation then carrying on as if nothing had happened at all. So the fact that they didn’t kiss during their romps was odd, to say the least. As foreplay it was a necessity, but during the act itself their lips never touched.
The lack of kisses was a thing they both noticed but never brought up; not wanting to throw off the pace they had already built with their hips. It just seemed stupid to make everything awkward when they were already worked up, and afterwards they found little point in mentioning it as it was already over. They kissed when they had calmed down anyway; sloppily at times but a kiss was a kiss. Neither of them was exactly going to complain when they were guilty of it too.
But of course, it was something that got on Zoro’s nerves. He was a man who didn’t do things by half-measures, and the idea that he half-assed anything made him pissed off. For someone who threw himself fully into his decisions like him, it was nearly unbearable, and every time he dragged the cook away from the women long enough to get him naked it was in the back of his mind. And every time Sanji was redressing to go bother the ladies again Zoro would scowl and rub his hand down his face in annoyance.
He didn’t know why it never happened; the opportunity presented itself quite often but he found his lips falling to Sanji’s neck or collarbone instead. There was so much of the blonde he wanted to touch and taste after all. Yet the neglect of Sanji’s lips was just plain irritating; and he vowed to right that wrong as quickly as possible, no matter what.
With that in mind, the next time he saw Sanji he dragged him halfway across the ship and locked them in the galley. As the cook rolled his eyes and started to undo his tie, the swordsman strode over and pushed him onto the kitchen table; kissing him hard on the mouth. He felt a groan against his lips as he stripped them both with impeccable timing and then let his hands roam freely over Sanji’s hips and thighs hungrily. A breathy chuckle met his ears and Sanji’s hands started to move too; one tracing its way down his scar as the other wrapped around his cock.
Letting out a snarl at the unexpected contact, Zoro reached up to fist a hand in Sanji’s blonde hair, yanking his face close to kiss him again. The kiss was heated and rough as Zoro felt himself get more excited, pulling Sanji’s hand away to lace their fingers together. Strangely the grip in Sanji’s hair grew more gentle as Zoro ravished his mouth, and the cook groaned softly at the treatment before pulling back to pant.
As he murmured something about lube, Zoro leaned down to kiss over his chest slowly, growing more and more lustful the lower down he went. He kept the grip on Sanji’s hand even as he moved both his own to spread the blonde’s legs wider, flicking his tongue out over the other man’s most sensitive areas. When his tongue trailed lower and dipped into the cook’s heat, he cheekily thought that this too was like a kiss, and would have voiced it out loud if he could, just to piss Sanji off. Good thing he couldn’t speak.
He didn’t stop until the other man buried a hand in his hair and forcefully yanked him away; Zoro grinning as he saw the flush on Sanji’s skin. The pale skin turned such a rosy pink was an undeniable turn on – not that he needed to be more turned on right now. Getting to his feet again, he grabbed Sanji by the hips and guided himself inside, biting his bottom lip at how hot the blonde felt around him. Trust a cook to be so fucking warm inside.
After a few experimental thrusts, they were rocking together in tandem; Zoro’s hands touching every part of the cook they could reach while Sanji grabbed at his shoulders and pushed his hips up against him. It was frantic, needy, but with a strange sense that there was more to it than just release. Though they moved against one another like they were trying to break the other’s hips, their clasped hands told another story entirely. Anyone who saw them would have noticed it in a heartbeat, but it was another one of those things that neither Zoro nor Sanji decided to mention. They liked things as they were.
Climax hit them both hard at nearly the same time; causing them to cry out almost in unison. They shook at the stimulation and took ragged breaths to calm the beating of their hearts even as they crushed their bodies together; the heat almost unbearable but neither willing to let go. Sweat clung to their hair and caused it to stick uncomfortably to their foreheads and though Zoro wanted to brush it away from Sanji’s face he knew better. The last time he’d tried that he had ended up with a foot in his face.
As the swordsman came down from his orgasm, he realised in annoyance that he hadn’t managed to kiss Sanji yet again, despite the fact that it had been the whole purpose of the sudden romp. Watching as the cook caught his breath he sighed and leaned against his chest, knowing the peaceful silence would soon be broken by Sanji bitching that they’d dirtied up the table. He’d end up being thrown a cloth and have the blonde breathing down his neck until it was spotless in a few minutes, so for now he was more than willing to bask in the calm a little longer.
The next time they fucked, the cook surprised him by leaning down and kissing him hard on the mouth. As Sanji pulled back with a smirk the swordsman went pink, looking away as the blonde laughed at him.
Apparently he’d been staring at Sanji’s lips the entire time.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, yaoi, smut, fluff, lots of lovely BL kisses~
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece, and I never will.
Kiss rating: NC-17
Each kiss will be for the 7snogs prompt table, and will feature one of the seven deadly sins as its theme. This one is for theme four: lust.
--
Lustful Kiss
It was strange, but the only time they did not kiss was during sex.
Other than that, they kissed everywhere; on the deck, in the galley, in the crow’s nest, occasionally even in the middle of a battle field. Most of the time it was like they couldn’t keep their lips off each other, though it was far more likely that they just didn’t want to. The pair never thought about where they were or what was going on; sometimes just doing it in the middle of a conversation then carrying on as if nothing had happened at all. So the fact that they didn’t kiss during their romps was odd, to say the least. As foreplay it was a necessity, but during the act itself their lips never touched.
The lack of kisses was a thing they both noticed but never brought up; not wanting to throw off the pace they had already built with their hips. It just seemed stupid to make everything awkward when they were already worked up, and afterwards they found little point in mentioning it as it was already over. They kissed when they had calmed down anyway; sloppily at times but a kiss was a kiss. Neither of them was exactly going to complain when they were guilty of it too.
But of course, it was something that got on Zoro’s nerves. He was a man who didn’t do things by half-measures, and the idea that he half-assed anything made him pissed off. For someone who threw himself fully into his decisions like him, it was nearly unbearable, and every time he dragged the cook away from the women long enough to get him naked it was in the back of his mind. And every time Sanji was redressing to go bother the ladies again Zoro would scowl and rub his hand down his face in annoyance.
He didn’t know why it never happened; the opportunity presented itself quite often but he found his lips falling to Sanji’s neck or collarbone instead. There was so much of the blonde he wanted to touch and taste after all. Yet the neglect of Sanji’s lips was just plain irritating; and he vowed to right that wrong as quickly as possible, no matter what.
With that in mind, the next time he saw Sanji he dragged him halfway across the ship and locked them in the galley. As the cook rolled his eyes and started to undo his tie, the swordsman strode over and pushed him onto the kitchen table; kissing him hard on the mouth. He felt a groan against his lips as he stripped them both with impeccable timing and then let his hands roam freely over Sanji’s hips and thighs hungrily. A breathy chuckle met his ears and Sanji’s hands started to move too; one tracing its way down his scar as the other wrapped around his cock.
Letting out a snarl at the unexpected contact, Zoro reached up to fist a hand in Sanji’s blonde hair, yanking his face close to kiss him again. The kiss was heated and rough as Zoro felt himself get more excited, pulling Sanji’s hand away to lace their fingers together. Strangely the grip in Sanji’s hair grew more gentle as Zoro ravished his mouth, and the cook groaned softly at the treatment before pulling back to pant.
As he murmured something about lube, Zoro leaned down to kiss over his chest slowly, growing more and more lustful the lower down he went. He kept the grip on Sanji’s hand even as he moved both his own to spread the blonde’s legs wider, flicking his tongue out over the other man’s most sensitive areas. When his tongue trailed lower and dipped into the cook’s heat, he cheekily thought that this too was like a kiss, and would have voiced it out loud if he could, just to piss Sanji off. Good thing he couldn’t speak.
He didn’t stop until the other man buried a hand in his hair and forcefully yanked him away; Zoro grinning as he saw the flush on Sanji’s skin. The pale skin turned such a rosy pink was an undeniable turn on – not that he needed to be more turned on right now. Getting to his feet again, he grabbed Sanji by the hips and guided himself inside, biting his bottom lip at how hot the blonde felt around him. Trust a cook to be so fucking warm inside.
After a few experimental thrusts, they were rocking together in tandem; Zoro’s hands touching every part of the cook they could reach while Sanji grabbed at his shoulders and pushed his hips up against him. It was frantic, needy, but with a strange sense that there was more to it than just release. Though they moved against one another like they were trying to break the other’s hips, their clasped hands told another story entirely. Anyone who saw them would have noticed it in a heartbeat, but it was another one of those things that neither Zoro nor Sanji decided to mention. They liked things as they were.
Climax hit them both hard at nearly the same time; causing them to cry out almost in unison. They shook at the stimulation and took ragged breaths to calm the beating of their hearts even as they crushed their bodies together; the heat almost unbearable but neither willing to let go. Sweat clung to their hair and caused it to stick uncomfortably to their foreheads and though Zoro wanted to brush it away from Sanji’s face he knew better. The last time he’d tried that he had ended up with a foot in his face.
As the swordsman came down from his orgasm, he realised in annoyance that he hadn’t managed to kiss Sanji yet again, despite the fact that it had been the whole purpose of the sudden romp. Watching as the cook caught his breath he sighed and leaned against his chest, knowing the peaceful silence would soon be broken by Sanji bitching that they’d dirtied up the table. He’d end up being thrown a cloth and have the blonde breathing down his neck until it was spotless in a few minutes, so for now he was more than willing to bask in the calm a little longer.
The next time they fucked, the cook surprised him by leaning down and kissing him hard on the mouth. As Sanji pulled back with a smirk the swordsman went pink, looking away as the blonde laughed at him.
Apparently he’d been staring at Sanji’s lips the entire time.