Mossy Stones & Shitty Cooks
WHO: Sanji & Zoro WHERE: Oni Giri (Residence) WHEN: Week 2. Sunday Morning, before the Auction House events. WHY: Zoro explains to Sanji about Kenzi/Eterna. Then lots of smut happens. WARNING: Talk of slavery/punishment, lots of sex (anal & oral), mildly rough.
Zoro was frowning at the glowing screen of the device in his hand, considering when to schedule the dinner date he wasn't certain he wanted to have at all. The journal was similar to the one he'd given Sanji when they'd moved here, though that was one of the Slave journaling units. But they'd found that those intended for Masters had a far greater range of uses and accessibility when they'd compared the two side by side. He was frowning about the string of messages from Countess Eterna Westenra, though, not the thing itself.
He growled a little to himself, looking up from his place on one of their couches in their living room area to see what the blonde was up to. "Oi. You've heard of this Vamp woman, haven't you?"
Sanji glanced up from where he was reading next to the window. Took a moment to process the question, but then he rolled his eyes. "You're probably going to have to be a little more specific than that, idiot," he replied. He shut his book and slid his reading glasses up onto his head.
"Well I shouldn't have to be, Ahō Raburi," the swordsman grumbled right back. His scowl softened a bit - tch, those glasses - but he just sat up straighter in his seat for a better look at the other man. "Try paying attention to something other than your restaurant. This Eterna Westenra woman, she's the only female Vamp worth mentioning in Crescent Hills. Supposed to be a terror."
Zoro sighed and tossed his device at Sanji, to let him read the three messages there so far. "I met one of her girls at that club the other night. I hardly touched her, but she's so inexperienced, that's all it took. Apparently it made an impression."
It would be self centred of Sanji to read these messages and not immediately see how this could turn into a game of 'your slave upset me, so I expect you to return the favour.' Or 'Your slave needs experience with a woman, and since you helped my slave out, I'd be willing to help yours out.' It would be self centred, so that was why Sanji took a moment to sort out his thoughts before responding. He did get a few shades paler as he read though, and sat up straighter on the window seat.
Still, the cook couldn't bring himself to voice his personal concerns when there was the innocence of a lady on the line. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and lifted his glasses up into his hair again. "Does she actually have anything she might think needs apologising for, or is this just Kenzie's way of coming up with an excuse to see you again?" He pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Like it says. I don't think there's anything to apologize over. She probably got in trouble for getting off with another Master without permission. She was upset for a minute - she shouldn't have been left alone on her first night out - but I thought I'd taken care of it." Zoro watched Sanji for a moment, thinking. "I know the girl wants to go again. What I don't know is what to make of the woman holding her leash, and if it's a good idea to get involved with either of them." For very different reasons.
Sanji set the journal down, and then crossed the room to join Zoro where he sat. Knee on either side of Zoro's lap, he made himself comfortable facing the swordsman. "Baka Marimo... Just can't help yourself but to be irresistible, can you." There was a low chuckle in his throat, but he sobered fast. "It would destabilize your politics to turn her down." His lips pursed in a simulation of a frown. "And it would probably hurt this Kenzie girl's feelings..." The frown deepened and he sighed again, placing his hands on either side of Zoro's neck, just touching him. "What do you want to do, though?"
Tension eased out of Zoro's shoulders that he hadn't realized had been held there, with a lapful of Sanji, those familiar hands on his neck. He sank back into the couch a bit more, looking up into Sanji's face and amusing himself with looking at the first unruly curls turning up at the edges of those blonde eyebrows. Time for another trim. Not that he'd care if Sanji let them grow out.
His eye shifted to meet Sanji's deep blue ones. "Enh, it's not even me. Kenzie is just a mixed-up new girl who doesn't know any better." Zoro huffed a chuckle. "She asked if she could meet you. I'm thinking about having her over here for dinner."
"She... uht... Wait, why does she want to meet me?" Sanji's eyebrows were arched high. "What exactly happened at that club, Marimo?"
"Nothing," Zoro snapped in an outburst of protest, starting to shift out from under Sanji to sit forward again. Well, clearly not nothing - but it wasn't supposed to become a headache, either. "We talked a little. She just wants to get to know other Slaves, to see if they live how she lives, that's not so strange! But a spoiled rotten prince type is probably a bad influence anyway."
Zoro stopped, quieting as he considered it. "There's no reason she has to come here," he added more slowly, trying to feel out Sanji's mood. "Or any of the rest of them."
Sanji had an insult ready on the tip of his tongue, but when Zoro softened, the bastard actually made him feel loved. Damn Marimo saying all of the right things when Sanji tried to get mad at him.
Impulsively, the cook pulled the swordsman closer again and kissed him quickly. After, he shifted to lean against him, but still give Zoro freedom to get up if he wanted. With a sigh, he said, "She comes off like one of those creepy masters... The kind that believes the hype about how much better they are than the rest of humanity." 'Rest of humanity' because when it came down to it vampires were just humans with a disease. "I don't think we should piss her off by turning her down... Invite them both for dinner, and we can feel them out together?"
The blonde still surprised Zoro, once in a while. Not the kiss, but the words. He wasn't sure Sanji would want another Slave in their home. Zoro had never really thought he'd actually volunteer to play host to the Mistress. It was probably for the best, though. "Hn. Eterna didn't make it sound like she wanted to supervise, but I'll make the offer. We can have them in the restaurant if you want." Besides, he imagined she was expecting him to ride Kenzie hard and put her away wet, not serve her a home-cooked meal. It didn't matter if the girl was cute or not, Zoro wanted to make it was clear that he'd decide what to do with a Slave when that was his right, not any other Master.
Zoro slid hands to grab either of Sanji's steel thighs, hauling him in closer for a moment as he settled back in on the couch. "You're the only one I'm interested in feeling out right now," he reminded, nipping along Sanji's jaw. "Fetch me my journal first so I can get this done with, Slave boy," his tone turned wry. "Then I'll 'punish' you. Repeatedly. Especially if you're going to keep wearing those glasses."
"Mmhm," Sanji replied distractedly with his head tipped back so Zoro could have better access. "Me and my sexy farsightedness..." he added with the same distraction, and just a touch of sarcasm. His body stayed as still as possible while his fingers searched for the discarded journal. He apparently had forgotten he left it across the room.
There was a joke in there somewhere about the farsighted leading the half-blind, but it was too much trouble to go to when Sanji was sitting there doing his own amount of distracting. "By your book, stupid." Zoro reached up to thumb those starting curls at the edge of Sanji's eyebrow. "Go on. And do something about those pants while you're at it. They're getting in the way of my punishment."
Sanji tipped his head back and nipped at the pads of Zoro's fingers. "Idiot, I'm supposed to have done something wrong for you to punish me." He slid back off Zoro's lap and crossed to the window seat. He shimmied out of his dress pants, folded them, and set them on the seat. After retrieving the journal, he loosened his tie, and sauntered back to Zoro in his boxer briefs.
"That's not the impression I get from some of these other Masters." Zoro took the device back, rattling off a reply to Eterna before taking in the improved view of Sanji. He reached to give Sanji's ass a warm squeeze hello through his underwear. "Besides, you weren't very quick about it. And mouthy."
"Cht. Pervert." Sanji stood with his legs shoulder width apart, and his hands on his hips. "I don't know if you know this, Zoro-sama, but you are not the same as other masters."
Zoro shoved the journal aside, so he had one hand for each sculpted cheek of Sanji's ass. His fingers kneaded Sanji eagerly, and he leaned in to scrape his teeth lightly against Sanji's slender, toned belly beneath the drape of the blonde's shirt. "Of course I am. I've got the papers and everything," he told Sanji's navel before a long lap of his tongue.
Sanji's responding grunt was on the low end of masculine. It was so delicate, it was nearly girly. Only the lower tones of the sound as it rolled out past his adam's apple revealed the truth of his gender. With a deep breath, he followed the sound with, "Hai, Zoro-sama."
Zoro growled his own sound of pleasure against the damp at Sanji's skin for the words. He looked up the length of Sanji's body, until he could see Sanji's face. "Don't just stand there. Finish undressing for me." More than just an arbitrary order, Zoro obviously intended to watch and watch closely.
The buttons on the dress shirt needed to be the first thing he did, lest Zoro get impatient and he ended up needing to sew them all back on. Sanji started at the top and worked his way down. Once they were all undone, he pulled the collar out from under his necktie, dropped his arms back, and let the shirt fall back to his hands. He turned then, and with a fast drop fold, placed the shirt on the ottoman. Still standing backwards to Zoro, he slipped his long fingers into his boxer briefs, and began to work them over his hips. Slowly. And apparently to the beat of a song that was entirely in his mind.
If Sanji didn't know better, he might think that Zoro's interest had strayed, for how quiet he'd gotten during the little show. If not for the weight of the one-eyed gaze, riding down the length of Sanji's spine since he'd turned, admiring the cleft of Sanji's ass, the shift and sway where the underwear slid lower along those magnificently shaped curves.
Zoro's breath had grown still in his chest, heavy, as he'd done some undressing of his own. He'd opened the front of his pants silently, sliding his bare cock free to firm between his fingers, stroking as slowly as the blonde exposed himself. "Fucking tease," he finally made out, in words that had resolved themselves not to be a moan.
"Ch," Sanji spat back, before turning around. He both was and wasn't surprised to see Zoro had pulled himself out of his pants. "I would never tease you, Zoro-sama. Especially not when I'm waiting for my punishment."
"Is that what you're waiting for." If Sanji was in the mood to be used, he could have it. But there were greater punishments than beatings that Zoro could think of, and more well-deserved. "...Fine. On your knees, Sanji." The tone of his voice changed immediately, going from something speculative to a hard bark of demand that suggested he was already impatient. "Right here between my legs on the floor. You're going to put your hands on your thighs and keep them there. You hear me?"
Sanji's fingers dropped from his tie where he'd been about to remove it, and he dropped to his knees. Immediately, he laid his palms on his thighs, and looked up at Zoro with a simple, "Hai, Zoro-sama." The cook had come a long way since their first time. He was feeling nostalgic, remembering when Zoro had said he liked to be in charge of his sexual partners and how hot it was that second time, in the shower, when he had fully submitted to Zoro.
For as much as he and Sanji spoke in their own language of bickering, it never failed to make Zoro's blood pound harder for how openly Sanji was willing to submit himself. Waiting between his thighs, just like that. No matter what shitty names they called each other, or what happened in the annoying dramas with other Masters, other Slaves - it didn't matter. They both knew exactly where they wanted to be, and how to take care of each other.
Zoro's heavy hand ran a few strokes through Sanji's dirty blonde hair, enjoying the sensual softness of it beneath his fingers briefly before gripping a handful tightly, making sure Sanji felt the power in it. "You act too coy," he told Sanji. "Like you don't know how much I want you. Like I could forget about you for someone else's slip of a girl and the bloodsucker that owns her."
The corner of Sanji's lip quirked. In any other situation, Sanji would have called him an idiot and continued his insults from there. But not this one. Turning his eyes down to the floor, he said, "Zoro-Sama is a master. An alpha amongst alphas. He can do what he wishes with his time."
Zoro snorted at that. "When I need you to lick my balls for me and tell me how good they taste, I'll say it." He leaned forward, to put his lips beside Sanji's ear. "The rest is a distraction. I want you."
Sanji shivered. "Hai, Zoro-sama. I was wrong to doubt you... It won't happen again." He shifted as his cock twitched between his thighs.
The Alpha tipped his face to kiss his mark on the side of Sanji's neck, lingering there a moment before sitting upright again. Then the hand in Sanji's hair tugged him forward, until Zoro could set the tip of his half-hard cock against Sanji's cheek, stroking himself harder.
Sanji was used to keeping his hands steady while the rest of his body was otherwise engaged, but this was taxing even for him. His fingers pressed down into the skin of his thighs, and he nuzzled his cheek against the soft tip of Zoro's cock. "Zoro-sama," he whispered, closing his eyes and trying to get his lips closer to Zoro, only to be held in place by the hand in his hair.
Zoro knew exactly what Sanji was after, but the hand in that blonde hair just twisted tighter as his dick got harder, hotter, tip soon leaking where he ground himself against Sanji's soft cheek. "This is what it's like, Sanji. Having you so close all the time, and needing to keep up with appearances so no one looks at us too hard. When I have to restrain myself so I don't hurt you. When you act like you don't care what I do, or who with, or that I don't think about how what I do impacts you. It's this frustrating."
Sanji grunted sharply as his eyes flew open. "Zoro... I care about everything you do, asshole..." God, the dampness on his cheek made him quiver, and the hand in his hair made him weak in the legs. "Dammit, Zoro..."
The fat tip of Zoro's cock shifted under Zoro's hand, so that he could frisk it roughly against Sanji's lips - and keep himself just far enough away from Sanji's mouth that the blonde couldn't have any more of him than a vague press of musky heat bruising the edges of his lips, as his precum clear-trickled in a couple of slippery beads down Sanji's chin. "I told you," Zoro groaned. "You're getting punished."
Sanji licked his lower lip to taste the other man. Then he growled a little. The taste just made him want more. He tugged his head forward, pulling on the hand in his hair, a little bit because he was frustrated, and a little because he wanted to egg Zoro into getting rough with him.
Usually, Zoro could pace himself. Here, now, like this, fast and sloppy for his pleasure, was not the time to hold off. He wrenched back Sanji's hair with a backward yank he knew would have to hurt. Sanji could play rough, if he chose - and could take being roughed, his Master knew.
Zoro suddenly shoved himself up off of the couch, pants sliding from his thighs. He forced Sanji to struggle more upright with him in to act, so he could thrust the length of his shaft fully against Sanji's hungry, empty lips, refusing to ram Sanji's mouth full. He groaned into a whine of a sound he hadn't quite been able to make back when he was human, his piston hand finally jerking down his length to his base so that his come burst all over Sanji's face, thick, warm, viscous and dripping in a complete mess.
Sanji stumbled on his knees, but his agility was enough to save him from rug burns. When the small of his back hit the ottoman, he fell back onto his elbows, and had just enough time to gasp before his face was covered in Zoro's cum. It spurted over him in small hot and sticky waves, and Sanji loved the feeling. That combined with the sounds Zoro was making and the hand in his hair, and Sanji was suddenly full at attention. "Idiot Marimo," he breathed, body straining where he was leaning at such an odd angle.
Zoro panted, twitching in his own grip, releasing his clutch of Sanji's hair. He moved to lean and grope up Sanji's boxer briefs from the floor. Zoro wiped off his own hands and dick, but he left Sanji as he was for the moment. He was still catching his breath as he licked some of himself off of Sanji's cheekbone. "You look so good used, Purinsu," he rumbled, tipping his face to suck more of the white wet from Sanji's chin, completely ignoring Sanji's straining erection.
Sanji shuddered under him. He wanted to push up and knock Zoro back on the sofa. He wanted to climb up on his lap, jack off, and cum all over his beautiful chest. Anything for relief and for more Zoro. But instead he held his ground, and tipped his head where Zoro led him. It was starting to cool a little, getting stickier as it did, and making Sanji start to feel as dirty as he looked.
But then there was Zoro's tongue rolling over him, tasting them both mixed together. Sanji always wondered about that; when a werewolf licked themselves off him, was it because they were trying to clean him, taste him, or own him? The end result for Sanji was usually the latter, as it was one of his favourite feelings in the world.
"Kishi..." Sanji breathed back. Knight. If Sanji was a prince, Zoro would be his bloody knight in a lack of armour.
Zoro dropped the underwear back to the floor, abandoning his plan to wipe up his mess still thickly splashed across Sanji's features with it when he felt how Sanji was reacting beneath him. He took both sides of Sanji's face in his firms hands, holding him. He set to work lapping, sucking, skimming the slightly lupine edges of his teeth against Sanji's skin, cleaning him, washing him, claiming him instinctively, until he was clean but for the sheen of Zoro's saliva. Then he licked his lips clear. Then he licked Sanji's lips.
If it were possible for him to melt, Sanji would have done so right then. "Fuck I love you," he breathed without really noticing he'd said it. It was something that they just didn't bother saying on most ocassions, because it was so easy to show instead of saying.
There was a soft grunt of recognition. "You don't have to say obvious things," Zoro murmured, just before he kissed Sanji deeply.
Sanji grunted his annoyance, but then Zoro's mouth was covering his in a warm and deep kiss, and all of the tension flowed away from him. His arms came up from where they were braced on the ottoman, and wrapped around the back of Zoro's neck.
Zoro let Sanji hold onto him, taking a kind of strength from the total acceptance of Sanji's arms and giving mouth. He'd never asked for Sanji to hold him, and it wasn't as if he was needy for it, but it was the only embrace that really mattered. Something about the way Sanji did it... It was another kind of submission, and open trust. It also kept Sanji's hands occupied.
Zoro reached between them, still sucking on the kiss, soft but deliberate, as his hand enclosed around Sanji's hard-on, beginning to work him in earnest.
Sanji moaned in the kiss. He wanted to tell Zoro that he could wait for this, and that he could get Zoro hard again, and that Zoro could fuck him proper, but he just couldn't force the words past the feel of Zoro's rough palm on his cock. The cooks fingers hooked, and he dug his nails into Zoro's skin a little, hips jerking with every stroke, until he was whimpering. Mother fucking... Zoro.
The hand on Sanji's cock massaged him relentlessly. Zoro broke the kiss roughly, to see how sweetly Sanji moaned, lips still reddened. "You still smell like me, Sanji," Zoro told him tautly. "All over your pretty face."
"Good," Sanji replied. He hoped the smell lingered for a while, and that Zoro kept picturing what they'd just done for the rest of the night. He moaned again, and arched closer, trying to rub his cock on Zoro's despite the odd angle. "Should always smell like you..." He bit his lower lip, and then thought to ask, "Do I need to ask permission before coming?" He was breathless as he posed the question, and if Zoro kept that up, it wasn't going to take him long to reach that point.
Zoro didn't help Sanji, letting him stretch and want without getting. "You took your hands off of your thighs, idiot. Against orders." His hand wasn't stopping, where it squeezed Sanji gently, pulling him along. "Why do you think you get to come?"
Sanji whined. He hated delayed gratification punishments almost as much as he loved them. The endings were always spectacular, but he could be so impatient for a guy who was constantly telling those to wait for him to cook to be patient. "Because I'll make it worth your while?" he ventured, knowing it was the wrong answer, but deciding to push Zoro into actual punishment mode instead of just play pretend. He had a sudden yearning for wrestle sex. To punctuate his deliberate defiance, he brought one hand down between them, and sought out Zoro's fingers to join them with his own.
"You know that's a shitty answer." Zoro's hand caught Sanji's, and they were suddenly shifting, quick and hard. Zoro twisted to pin Sanji's arm behind his back, applying just enough pressure to the wrist at the end of it at just the right angle to make any resistance from Sanji below painful. His weight was heavy on top of the blonde, crushing over those solid thighs and that sculpted ass, grinding Sanji's erection into the fibers of the carpet. "You want to come, when you can't even follow one simple little order?"
"Cht. Screw your shitty orders," Sanji breathed as he struggled with his other hand to get free. Anyone else, and Sanji would be concerned about his position, but he trusted Zoro not to do actual damage to his wrist. "'Because you say so' isn't a good enough reason for me not to use my hands..."
"You agreed to it. Your own fault if you don't know what the fuck you're saying once you get half hard." Seeing how Sanji was working his other elbow free, Zoro caught it, shoving it into the small of his back and leaning his bulk over it, since the wrist at its vulnerable angle really required very little pressure to maintain.
Sanji shifted, trying to avoid pressing into the rug and getting a burn. "I'm allowed to change my mind, aren't I?" He was still trying to find a way to squirm out when Zoro grabbed up his other hand and cause him to grunt a soft noise of frustration.
"As an excuse to tell me I give shitty orders? No, tako," Zoro held him fast.
"Well, it was a pretty shitty order, baka," Sanji replied. Then he pressed up with his legs. The muscles in his thighs tightened and he strained to lift them both off the floor using nothing but their power.
Sanji could get them up off of the floor, sure. But he still wasn't getting his hands back. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy it!"
Could, and did get them off the floor. He didn't have the balance to maintain the position, however, and ended up falling foward onto the ottoman again. He pressed to roll them over so that Zoro would be back down on top of his folded clothing. Once Zoro was on his back, Sanji could break free, but the blonde simply didn't have the leverage as long as Zoro was holding him by the wrists like that. "Didn't say that asshole," Sanji grunted, "Just said it was a shitty rule..."
"You aren't even making sense anymore. Your dick must be up again." Realistically, Zoro could have stopped Sanji at any moment - you didn't just tumble and flop around with your wrist in a hold that could send intensely sharp pain up the whole arm with a slight shift. But Sanji wanted to roll around and bitch about how Zoro wasn't handling him well enough, so fine. Zoro let him go before he hurt himself, giving a shake of his head. "You take care of it then, since I've done such a shitty job."
Sanji rolled quickly and hooked his leg around Zoro to draw him back. He was sulking, and his tone changed. "You didn't do a shitty job, asshole... I just felt like playing rough." He frowned, weirded out by the feeling that he may have hurt Zoro's feelings. "Come back, and I promise not to use my hands at all..."
"If you want to play rough, then play rough. Don't nitpick me to death with things that aren't even true." Zoro reached for one of Sanji's iron legs, hauling it in against him where he sat fast enough that it might give Sanji rug burn, and moving to climb over the other man.
"Cht," Sanji hissed as he was dragged across the floor. "Just trying to rile you up, Shitty Marimo." Shitty Marimo, Shitty old man. Shitty boat. Shitty restaurant. Sanji expressed caring about people and places in a shitty way. "Didn't meant to press the wrong buttons..." He shifted, and tipped his head to look at Zoro. "Fuck me?" he added bluntly, figuring that it was better than playing games at that point. He could go the begging route instead of the arguing route.
"I'm riled," Zoro congratulated him, lifting the captured leg up over his hip and slapping Sanji's ass as hard as he could at this angle. "You want to get fucked after all of your shitty behavior, you're going to have to convince me." The lips on Sanji's cheek were soft in contrast, his way of letting Sanji know that he wasn't really offended. But he did expect Sanji to start telling him what he really wanted, instead of making him guess or being indecisive and playing it off like it was Zoro's fault. If he wanted something, he was going to have to ask for it in earnest.
Sanji felt abashed. It was a little uncomfortable. Not because of what Zoro said, or the smack that still left his ass stinging, but he felt bad about his own behaviour. He leaned into the gentle kiss and said softly, "Tell me how to make it up to you. How can I convince you?"
Zoro leaned his forehead down against Sanji's with an affectionate little shove of a challenge. He wasn't upset, but he did want to give Sanji something to do. Zoro shifted aside just enough to grab a bottle of lube from a drawer that slid out of the coffee table. "Show me you want it, Ahō Raburi. Get your fingers slick and open yourself up for me, get your nipples taut, and your cock hard."
"Hai hai, Kokuhō." Sanji's tone was passive, but heart was beating a little faster. The blonde pushed up with his arms and then adjusted so that he was kneeling upright on either side of Zoro's legs. One hand held the offered lube, while the other brushed over one of his nipples. It played, brushing back and forth. Then the blond lifted two fingers up and licked them before flicking back over his nipple to make it wet. That done, he blew on the nub, and it immediately became pert at attention. "Hai, tako kensh. Chōdo kono yōna...
Zoro didn't say anything in reply to Sanji's rambling dirty talk. Not because it wasn't entertaining, just as spiced with insults as all of their conversation was. He would just rather look at Sanji than chat with him, when he was rubbing and readying himself like that.
Sanji had no sooner let his risen nipple alone then Zoro reached to catch it between two of his large, rough fingers, rolling the saliva-damp nub firmly between his knuckles, fingertips digging against the blonde's chest, to see how the slightest tug could play along the entire length of Sanji's lean, toned body. Chōdo kono yōna.
"Munh..." Sanji obviously liked that. He parted his legs wider and leaned up higher on his knees, like a teenager eager for the feeling. He was quick to flick the top off the lube and squirt it onto his fingers. He wiggled them around so they were good and slick before reaching behind him and searching for his opening. With his other hand, he mirrored Zoro's actions to the best of his abilities, though the swordsman was hard to keep up with. "Unh... Marimo..." He blinked open his eyes to look down at the swordsman's face. Fuck, but he was dangerously beautiful.
Zoro's one dark eye watched Sanji's body flush and spread intently, looking up into those drowning blue eyes at the name. Zoro leaned forward, using his teeth to lightly nip and draw Sanji's lower lip before releasing it again. "Are you good and slick for me yet, sukebe kokku?" He didn't look down, where his hand reached to collect Sanji's prick. "Are you good and hard for me yet?" He still fixed Sanji's eyes with his, giving Sanji a slow, firm squeeze.
Sanji whimpered and replaced Zoro's teeth on his lower lip with his own, and the whimper turned into a low groan. "Fuck... Yes..." If he were another person, he'd beg. But Sanji was above begging. So instead he said, "Asshole..."
Zoro's hand on Sanji's cock gave it another good pump, to be sure, then slid free, to stroke the renewed erection between his own thighs. "Then you'd better turn around and get down on all fours so I can fuck you."
Sanji was fast to respond, belying just how much he wanted to be fucked by the other man. He turned onto his knees, pressed his hands against the rug, and then looked back over his shoulder at Zoro. "I want to think about you every time I sit for the next week and a half."
"Tch. Is that all?" Picking up the lube, Zoro squeezed some into his own palm, slathering his hard-on. Then he gripped either of Sanji's hips, dragging him between his thighs, his cock twitching where it arched against the part of Sanji's ass. He positioned himself carefully, then pulled Sanji back further, seating the other man entirely over his rigid cock in a single motion with an extended groan.
Sanji grit his teeth together and let out a loud moan-growl. He was low on his knees after Zoro had dragged him, and the position made him feel even more full. "Mother fucker," he hissed, fingers clenching in the rug. It wasn't a complaint; this was exactly what he'd asked for, and he loved it. "Zo-ro..." he whined, pressing his forehead into the carpet. Any smart ass response to 'is that all' died before it was fully formed with the way Zoro had taken him so completely so suddenly.
Sanji had no idea, how easy it would be to just let go, to lose control and use him too roughly. Fuck, he just felt so good, tight and slick where Sanji's perfect ass was gripping his dick, whining and wanting, his beautiful he-bitch in heat. It had become more difficult for Zoro to get drunk as a Were, but the smell of Sanji fully aroused and leaking with want did things to him, got into his head like full-blown intoxication, and it took a certain measure of Alpha control to make sure he didn't split the blonde right in two.
"Fuck, Sanji," Zoro panted like a canine already, not for exertion, but for sheer lust. "Fuck you, but you're perfect," he groaned openly, jolting with his pelvis and yanking Sanji's hips roughly against him in the same motion.
Sanji grunted out from that mix of pleasure pain Zoro was delivering to him. He made an effort to reach back and grab Zoro. He wanted to scratch his nails down the were's skin and make him bleed just a little, but Zoro was simply out of reach. By the time the next thrust came, he ended up falling face forward onto the rug, landing cheek first. He would have said something back--something clever and witty, or maybe even sweet--but just then he was simply too busy moaning to form words.
Zoro leaned low over Sanji's smooth back, driving harder than maybe he should, with Sanji having lost his balance. But the combination of the sweet, full moans and the picture of Sanji sprawled and half helpless under him, face grinding into the carpet as Zoro shoved through his body and back again with every demanding pump - he fisted his hand in the back of Sanji's blonde hair, shoving to pin that pretty face firmly against the floor, and he trusted Sanji to tell him if it was too much.
Another time, he could be gentle. Another time, he'd lay Sanji out on finest silk sheets like a prince and make him come with nothing more than kisses.
This time, Sanji wanted it rough, and Zoro was going to make every inch of him ache, and chafe, and burn until he burst out of his skin.
"Zoro... I want to come..." A tear leaked out of the corner of one eye from the sensations pounding through him. "Zoro... Please... please..." Zoro was owning him. Completely, entirely owning him. He wished everyone had a master that knew how to make them feel the same way Zoro could make him feel. "Fucking... National treasure."
Zoro slid a hand beneath them, smirking some at the pet name that wouldn't make sense to anyone else. He collected Sanji's cock, caressing him with light, fast strokes to finish him. "I want you to come for me, Sanji," he rumbled low, leaning to nuzzle Sanji's shoulder. "Let go."
Sanji kind of loved it when Zoro said his name. It made a chill go up his spine every time. "Zo-ro..." he moaned, eyes clenched tightly shut, and body tensing. His cock shuddered and his balls quivered, and the wetness at his tip started to get warmer. He felt like that was all he could take, but Zoro kept coming, working him front and back until he thought he was losing his mind. "Hai!" he yelled out before his pride could chase the noise away, and came hard and heavy into Zoro's palm. "Hai! Ah!!"
The way Sanji stretched and constricted around him was incredible, to say nothing of the way Sanji cried his name while he shot his load into Zoro's hand. Zoro groaned through his teeth, his own cock jerking to pulse with his seed, filling Sanji up as the pleasure crashed through them together.
Zoro's strong arm around his waist was the only thing that kept the blond from collapsing completely. "Fuck... Fuck Zoro..." He was getting his breath back in slow doses, and reveling in that blissful dark aftershock period. "Fuck..."
Zoro cradled Sanji's wet cock and the mess in his hand, pulling Sanji closer in his encircling arm and tugging to lay them out on their sides in a spooned sprawl on the carpet. He rubbed his face into the side of Sanji's neck, breathing him in deeply, sensing both of their heartbeats thundering through the meat of their spent bodies. Juts holding him, feeling him, swimming in his scent and sound and touch for as long as possible before they began to cool.