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Teach Me	By : PassiveFish Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 3724 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: These are not my own characters and I do not own One Piece. I write for enjoyment, and not profit.

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Sanji’s mind went blank. He opened his mouth with the intention of saying something except nothing came out. He was sat there with Zoro stood jammed between his thighs, his shirt disregarded and a very uncomfortable tightness in his pants. The heat was rising in his face as Zoro was looking at him expectantly. What did he want him to say? He was the one with experience for crying out loud!
Zoro raised his eyebrows at him in anticipation.
‘Well?’
‘I...I...’
Well. This was embarrassing. Was the stupid Marimo serious, or was he trying to humiliate him like the arrogant prick that he was? Well, Sanji wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.
‘Strip,’ said Sanji, suddenly. His face flushed.
Zoro gave him an impressed look before stepping back a few feet so that he had the freedom to obey. He started by untying his bandanna from around his arm and then held it up in front of him, letting it fall to the ground. Sanji watched the dark fabric hit the floor before his eyes darted back to Zoro. He couldn’t believe this was happening. The blood was rushing to his erection faster than it had ever done before. This was so fucking hot, and he hadn’t even taken off anything substantial yet. Sanji shifted in his seat again.
Zoro then reached down, crossing his arms, and took hold of the bottom of his haramaki. In one shift movement he pulled it up and over his head. As he did so, it pulled the white shirt up slightly, showing Sanji his strong muscular chest with the scar that ran the whole length of it. Again, he let it drop to the floor.
He then slowly started to peel the white shirt up, eyes on Sanji the whole time to watch that gorgeously bewildered gaze rake over his chest and torso. He pulled the shirt over his head, causing his arm muscles to ripple under the surface of his skin, and then abandoned it with his haramaki and bandanna.
He kicked off his boots and flung them to a darkened area of the room before reaching for the button on his pants. To his amusement he saw Sanji swallow.
Zoro slid the dark trousers down his muscular legs, letting them pool at his feet. Sanji’s eyes had immediately gone to the black boxers he was wearing, an evident erection causing them to tent impressively.
Sanji realised that his lips and mouth had gone dry as he tried to swallow again, with difficulty. He bit his lip subconsciously trying to add moisture, which caused a low growl to emerge from the swordsman’s throat. Zoro chose not to remove the last item of clothing he was wearing, instead walking forward to stand within the cook’s reach again. Sanji sat up straight leaning back away from the man who had just invaded his personal space yet again, his hands tightening on the bench below him. Zoro reached down and took hold of the cook’s hands, prying them off of the bench’s edge. The cook’s hands were trembling slightly. The blond was so God damn cute!
‘Touch me, cook,’ the green haired man instructed, bringing the hands up to his chest. Sanji grazed one hand gently over the scar on the swordsman’s chest, feeling how the scar tissue dipped and raised, whilst the other one ran itself down the man’s side, coming to rest just above the waistband of his boxers. Zoro reached up again and took hold of the hand on his chest, moving it to mirror the hand on his other side.
‘I think I may need your help in removing the last bit of clothing,’ Zoro grinned.
Sanji’s mouth was parted and his face had a pink tint to it. The blond looked completely malleable at this moment in time. It had been a while since Zoro had had a lover who needed prompting, and he liked the dominance it gave him. It had also been a while since he had actually taken the time to get to know someone’s body. Sure, he’d had relationships but in the early days he’d been the one who was told what to do. He remembered experiencing the same sort of thoughts and feelings that he was sure were running through the cook right now. And now it was his turn to do the tutoring.
‘They’re not going to take themselves off, cook.’
Sanji’s eyes flicked to the swordsman’s, his eyebrow twitching in slight annoyance; Zoro thought he’d snapped the blond out of whatever trance he had fallen into, but then Sanji’s eyes dropped back to the boxers and his fingers found their way into the waistband. Zoro closed his eyes and drew in a breath as the fingers tickled his stomach slightly, sending a jolt downwards. He felt the fabric slide down over his hips and then felt his erection spring free from its confinement, the sudden cool air causing it to harden even more.
Sanji bit his lip as his eyes focused on the hard flesh in front of him. Zoro was very well endowed and there was something so captivating about the way his cock stood up in a soft and tidy bed of green hair. The skin was perfectly smooth from base to tip, where a little bead of precum was visible. Sanji took a deep breath, surprised at how sweet and alluring the swordsman smelt. God, he was so fucking perfect. Of course he’d never actually tell him that.
Zoro knelt down in front of Sanji, taking the cook by surprise, but the swordsman only had the intent of taking the cooks shoes off. Sanji let him, holding each foot out in turn to make it easier for the man. Sanji was watching him curiously, admiring the look of concentration as Zoro fumbled with the laces. For some reason the moss-head seemed more human tonight. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what was so insanely different.
Zoro then reached up to unbutton the cook’s pants before sliding them down to reveal a pair of black boxers adorned with pink hearts causing Zoro to raise an eyebrow at him. Sanji’s face flushed. Fuck, he forgot he was wearing those. He mumbled something about forgetting to change them, but Zoro didn’t seem to be interested. Instead he gripped the waistband at the sides and began to drag the offending article over the blonde’s hips, down his legs and off at his feet, along with the trousers.
Zoro took a moment to admire the man in front of him, before wrapping his arms around the slender man and pulling him so that he was sat right on the edge of the bench with Zoro between his knees. Sanji nervously rested his hands on Zoro's shoulders for lack of a better place to put them, causing Zoro's heart to flutter. The cook was so damn cute!
The swordsman hastily pulled the blond into a long kiss, his tongue invading the depths of the cook's mouth which caused a moan to pass between their locked lips. A rough hand made its way back from around the slender frame and down towards the man's neglected cock. The cook tensed at the sudden friction, gripping hard onto the shoulders he was holding, as Zoro began to slowly move his fingers. Sanji pulled out of the kiss in order to throw his head back and pant in some much needed oxygen. His heart was racing, and he let out a small cry just as Zoro ran his fingers over the tip that was now wet with precum.
The blond was so sexy right now. He was probably one of the most sensitive and responsive lovers that Zoro had ever had. Not that he minded one small bit. He thought about how he was the only one to have seen the cook like this, and the thrill of it made him swell with pride.
'Now, I do believe that you have a favour to repay,' growled the swordsman getting to his feet, now hot with lust at just how fucking turned on the blond was. He really wanted to see the cook on his knees right now.
Sanji swallowed. He knew this was coming, and to be completely honest with himself, after seeing the man's gorgeous body, he couldn't wait to give it a go. The cook slid off the bench slowly, dropping to a kneeling position in front of the green-haired man.
He eyed Zoro's cock, hungrily, wondering if he's actually be able to fit the whole thing in his mouth. He doubted it. He leaned in, that sweet musky smell invading his nose, and gently licked the tip experimentally, creating a sharp intake of breath from Zoro, causing Sanji to grin to himself. The taste of the precum was... interesting, but nowhere near as bad as he had expected. He licked the tip again, making the whole thing bob up and down.
'Use a hand to hold it steady,' instructed Zoro, gently. Great. He'd not even started doing anything and he'd already done it wrong. He reached up and hesitantly wrapped his fingers around it, moving them up and down the shaft a couple of times to get a feel for the swordsman's cock. It felt so good, so smooth and so hard. Despite the compromising position Sanji was in he couldn't help but feel pleased with himself that he was the one to be giving the pleasure this time. Sure, he'd never felt anything like it when Zoro had gone down on him, but he did feel a bit embarrassed at the humiliating noises he must have made. Now it was Zoro's turn.
Sanji leant in and wrapped his mouth around Zoro, using his tongue to lick at the tip again. He glanced up to see that Zoro had his eyes closed and was biting on his lip gently. The cook started to move his mouth down the shaft, his tongue lapping at the underside. He wondered how much he could fit and so let the cock slide in further until it was nearly touching the back of his throat. The unfamiliar feeling caused his throat to contract at the intrusion, and he felt his eyes prickle; he quickly moved his mouth back so that he could breathe again. Okay. Won't be trying that again in a hurry.
Zoro reached out and gently ran his fingers through the blond hair, concentrating on the feelings the cook was giving him. He felt sure that Sanji had just triggered his gag reflex as he felt the cook's mouth contract around him. And it felt so damn good. He couldn't help but feel a tiny jolt of concern as he was sure that Sanji hadn't meant to do it, but the cook continued like nothing had happened.
As Sanji continued to move his mouth around, teasing the best he could with his tongue he couldn't help but feel slightly disheartened at the fact that Zoro wasn't really that vocal. Was he doing it right? If this were him he would no doubt have finished by now, but then again he was new to it and Zoro obviously wasn't.
Zoro wanted to comment on how good it felt, but felt that it probably wasn't the best idea as it may sound patronising, especially considering where the cook was, and he didn't want to say anything that would anger the man.
Zoro pushed slightly on Sanji's forehead to indicate for him to stop. Sanji's eyes met the swordsman's and a look of slight confusion fell on his features. Was he really that bad?
Zoro sensed the slight disappointment and smiled reassuringly at the man, putting a finger under his chin and forcing him to rise to his feet. He moved the two of them over to where he's laid out the futon and manoeuvred the cook down so that he was lying on his back with Zoro over him. He moved himself down the cook's body, raking his nails down the muscular torso, and without warning completely enveloped the cook's cock with his mouth. Sanji groaned with both surprise and pleasure, arching his back as a wave of sensation ran through him. Zoro reached over to his pants that he'd discarded purposefully within reach of the futon and fumbled in the pocket, releasing the cook from his mouth.
After a few moments he pulled out a small black strap, and a small bottle of some sort. He disregarded the bottle for a moment, standing it up so he could get it easier when he needed it, but looked at Sanji with the strap in hand. Sanji eyed the object with a frown. He had no idea what on earth it was.
'This,' said Zoro, holding it up, 'is going to increase your stamina.'
Sanji was about to ask how but the swordsman beat him to the answer as he reached down and securely fastened it around the base of the cook's cock. Sanji's eyes widened.
'Wh...?'
Zoro then swiftly took the cook in his mouth again, moving slowly and causing Sanji to moan, closing his eyes and reaching up to lose his fingers in the swordsman's soft hair.
He felt himself peaking, but for some reason, probably that stupid strap, he didn’t go over the edge. He let out a small cry in frustration as Zoro released him again. He ran his hands up Sanji's body, rubbing over his hardened nipples.
‘What if I told you that I love seeing you this way?’
Sanji blushed.
‘I’d say you were one perverted bastard.’
'Suits me just fine,' Zoro replied, grinning. He reached for the bottle and squeezed a little of the clear liquid onto his fingers, rubbing them against one another to make sure they were coated, before putting the bottle back. With his dry hand he raised Sanji's leg, the other one following suit, so that they were resting on the swordsman's shoulders. Sanji looked at him questioningly. Zoro's heart sank slightly as he realised that Sanji had no idea what he was about to do, which meant there would be a big chance that the cook would kick the shit out of him if he didn't explain first. And a small chance if he did.
'How much do you know about men being together?' he asked hesitantly.
'What do you mean?’ asked Sanji. Zoro's slicked hand went to Sanji's cock, rubbing it gently. The man closed his eyes and groaned. Zoro then moved his hand lower, nervously.
'You know about here, right?'
Sanji's eyes snapped open, looking at Zoro with a tiny bit of panic in his eyes; yes, he was aware of how men had sex, he wasn't an idiot. What shocked him was the idea that Zoro actually wanted to do that with him, and he had only just clicked that that's why he had the bottle of stuff. Zoro evidently had planned that this would happen. Sanji felt himself blush. He had expected to repay the favour and then that would be it. The swordsman actually wanted to sleep with him!
The underlying panic, however, came from the cook's pride. He had fantasies of him and Zoro having hot sex, but could he really let himself be taken by Zoro? He looked into the concerned eyes of the swordsman in front of him. Who was he kidding? If he was like this every time it came to it then he'd be a virgin forever! His eyes calmed as he made up his mind.
'Stop talking and get on with it, Marimo,' he said in a husky voice, his cheeks tinting pink.
Zoro was slightly taken aback at how sure the man had become all of a sudden. He grinned.
'Well, you sound like you know what you want.'
Zoro's hand travelled down with more purpose now, feeling out the tight ring of muscle and making sure it was covered thoroughly in a layer of cool liquid. Sanji's voice hitched, his head resting on the futon and his eyes closed. The act at the moment felt so dirty. He could feel Zoro's fingers clearly, but had never actually been touched where he was being touched right now, not even with his own hand.
Zoro dipped his middle finger so that it gently probed Sanji's hole in a rhythmic fashion, before sinking it into the cook, only by a centimetre or so. The cook gasped at the sensation, the muscle contracting against the sudden intruder. Zoro stopped moving until he felt the cook relax, and then pushed in further. Sanji was so warm and so tight! The cook was squirming in front of him with an expression of concentration on his face. Zoro decided that it would probably be more comfortable for the man if he had something to take his mind off of it, and so reached around Sanji's cock with his free hand. Sanji bit his lip, his eyes still tightly closed as his brain was going crazy trying to focus on more than one thing at once.
Zoro pulled out and then pushed two fingers into the cook, feeling him stretch out slowly around him. Sanji was now gripping the covers, his head moving from one side to another as he tried to find the most comfortable position.
'Tell me what you want, cook,' growled Zoro, eyeing up the definition of perfection in front of him.
'Please, please...' gasped Sanji incoherently.
'Please? Please what?' asked the swordsman, as he stretched the two fingers apart inside the cook. Sanji gasped. Zoro reached his fingers towards the front wall of the blond, looking for a certain area of nerves he knew were there. Suddenly the cook cried out, his back arching and his knuckles turning white. Bingo. He suddenly stopped, giving Sanji a moment to recover from the sudden and completely new sensation.
'Please, let me co...' Sanji gasped.
'Let you come? But I'm not finished yet, cook, so you'll have to wait.'
Zoro let go of the cook's cock and at the same time removed his fingers, causing a groan of protest. He reached for the bottle one more time and covered his cock, before lining it up with the blonde’s entrance. Slowly, he pushed inside. Sanji's hands let go of the futon and wrapped themselves around Zoro's neck as he gasped at the sensation. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt, but that wasn't to say that it wasn't uncomfortable to begin with.
Very slowly Zoro began to move; Sanji was gripping onto him tight, his mouth slightly open and panting heavily. The cook was so tight and so hot, Zoro didn't think he would be able to last too long. He'd slept with plenty of women and this was his second time being with a man, and men were so much tighter, plus the fact that Sanji was probably one of the hottest partners he'd had: he didn't stand a chance.

Zoro angled himself so that he grazed Sanji's prostate and the effect was evident: Sanji cried out, his nails digging into Zoro's shoulder blades and his body tensing, trying to climax but to no avail.

'Ta...take it... off...' he pleaded as Zoro began to speed up, his own impending climax building slowly.

'Wait... just a...' Zoro answered, his breathing starting to come out in pants. Their bodies began to glisten in sweat, their moans increasing in volume.

'Take it off!' demanded Sanji, his nails digging into the swordsman harder.

Zoro didn't answer this time, increasing his speed and thrusting as hard as he could into the cook, who was constricting painfully. Sanji's cries were starting to sound more like sobs now, but Zoro was finally there. He reached for and unsnapped the cock ring, and the moment he did Sanji pushed over the edge. Sanji's nails ripped into Zoro's skin as his entire body became rigid and he came hard between their bodies, screaming out. At almost the same time Zoro's climax hit, helped by the way Sanji's insides were contracting rhythmically around him.

Both men collapsed in a heap, their lungs struggling for breath. After a few moments Sanji became aware of the fact that Zoro was laid on top of him, and gave him a hard shove so that he rolled onto his back, lying at Sanji's side.

'You know, cook, I could get used to that,' Zoro panted, staring up at the aquarium ceiling, dazed. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sanji sit up and reach for his clothes. He tipped his head to look at the cook, who looked like the cat that got the cream.

‘You’re not bad, Marimo,’ he grinned.

Zoro snorted.
‘Glad you approve. Just so you know, lesson three is scheduled for tomorrow.’
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