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Zoro takes another sip of his chilled whiskey and relaxes into the worn leather seat of his booth. The low light of the bar is hazed with smoke, neon lights filling the air with colors.
The drink burns down his throat as he sips. The low quality provides a balanced flavor profile of oak, cinnamon, and gasoline. Meanwhile, a luxurious, shimmering cocktail sits lonesome next to him. A skewer of fresh fruit highlighting the pink monstrosity.
The swordsman lets his glass swing between his fingertips, his steel gaze following a single form across the bar.
A glint of spun gold twirls under the lights, a bright smile, a roguish goatee.
Sanji dances with the same elegance he fights with. His body curves to match the swell of the music as he gracefully glides around the dancefloor. His feet effortlessly find their placement among a throng of bodies, despite his loose movements.
Despite how many fancy drinks Zoro knows he’s already had tonight.
Zoro takes another generous sip, allowing himself the curve of a smile as he watches the blond. Sanji tilts his head back to laugh at whatever a petite brunette says to him and he reaches to offer her a delicate twirl. Even at a moderate distance, Zoro can just make out the red flush of the blond’s cheeks.
Fuck, he looks so happy.
Zoro recalls what Nami had pestered him with earlier in the evening. Her brow knitted in a frown as she’d asked.
“Doesn’t it bother you?”
“Does what bother me?”
“His flirting.”
“Why would it bother me?”
Sanji twists, keeping hands with his partner and pulling her back flush with his chest for a beat. Zoro watches as her lip trembles in excitement.
He spins her back out and into the arms of another partner, eye crinkled in mirth as he moves on once more.
Next, Sanji tips into a coy, tilting bow as he offers his hand to a younger man. The kid was likely no older than eighteen or nineteen, with closely cropped dark hair. The man gushes, openly smitten as the handsome blond leads him into a playful waltz.
He watches as Sanji leads the man in a half turn, his tall form easily keeping his features visible as Zoro makes eye contact with the Cook.
His lover grins and playfully points at his dance partner's cropped hair and mimes to his height. His shoulders squish in excitement as he mouths, “reminds me of you.”
Zoro flips Sanji his middle finger. The blond tilts his head in laughter and his long blond hair spills over his shoulder like silk. Fuck, he’s so pretty.
The Cook leads his young partner around the dancefloor, sweetly making the man’s night with chaste touches. Sanji’s lips curl in a sly smile and whatever he tells his dance partner makes the man tense in awe.
Sooner than the young man would have liked, Sanji spins him off to another partner and moves to find another. His features free and vibrant as he dances however he pleases.
Zoro is taking another deep sip off his glass when his Observation Haki spikes. He freezes, his eye immediately latching on to a man near the cook. The aura of lustful malice clings thick to his body.
Sanji spins in a perfect arc to the music.
The swordsman narrows his gaze, his Conqueror's Haki pinning the man like a lighting strike as an outstretched hand drops limp. The man lists to the side and topples to the floor like a bag of potatoes; his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
Sanji finishes his twirl with a flourish, looking to the swordsman as he steps over the slumped form and blowing his lover a kiss.
Zoro smirks and tilts his glass. The other dancers have little concern for the man that had collapsed, most laughing as a few drag him off to a chair, teasing of booze.
The blond dances back over to their table, foregoing his own seat in order to squeeze into the same booth as Zoro. Sanji is warm and flush, his cheeks ruddy while his eyes are vibrant and bright. He twists into Zoro’s space until he’s straddling a thick thigh, his taut body tucked in close.
Zoro gives him a crooked smile, "Having fun, Curls?"
Sanji hums in content, nosing into the swordsman's neck happily.
Zoro helpfully drags the left behind cocktail to their side of the table and the blond shakes his head, “I shouldn’t have any more…” He trails off with a frown.
“Kay,” the swordsman shrugs, picking up the glass and pausing long enough for Sanji to stop him if he changes his mind. He doesn’t, so Zoro shots the sickly sweet cocktail with a grimace.
“Mhm,” Sanji groans, “thank you.”
Fuck, Zoro sucks in a breath as the blond presses down against his thigh. Sanji’s cock is half-hard.
“Shoulda had you finish it if you can still do that,” he teases, dropping his hands to a trim waist.
The Cook meets his eye with a heady gaze and offers, “I can finish other things.”
That, he fucking could.
“Why would it bother me?”
Zoro reaches up to cup his lover's jaw in his hand. The blond instantly melts into his hold, lax against his touch. His lips are soft and pliant against Zoro's thumb.
"I’m the only one he's going home with."
Sanji sighs against his digit, eyelid sinking lower as his pretty blue iris floods with affection.
“I’m the only one he looks at like that.”
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Sanji wasn’t known for holding his liquor well.
It didn’t take much before the Cook was simpering, twirling, chatty, and loud . How he would wield each action would depend on the evening. Sometimes he was a mouthy brat, sometimes he was a confident slut, and sometimes he was a blabbering romantic.
Sometimes he was all of those in the same evening.
His physical faculties were rarely affected by alcohol. Sanji would sway but never stumble.
The swordsman had barely gotten his lover into their cabin on the Sunny before Sanji was on him. Hips pressed close as the blond rutted his hard cock into Zoro’s thigh.
Whiskey dick was also not something Sanji often encountered.
“How the fuck do you never flag, Cook,” the swordsman rasps, “you’re drunk as hell.”
“It’s my passion,” Sanji offers breathlessly, fingers tangling in Zoro’s collar.
“Yeah right,” he grins, thrusting his hips back to rock their cocks together, “your dick is just goddamn ruthless .”
The cook gasps, “I’m a gentleman .”
“Well right now- ” Zoro grunts, reaching a hand up and cupping it around the nape of Sanji’s neck. He tugs, bringing his lover close. “-can you be less of a gentleman?”
“Fuck,” Sanji mumbles, his hands dragging lower until they’re flush against Zoro’s tits. He looks as if he’s just discovered them “oh fuck, Zoro. I know before we left I said I wanted you to wreck me tonight, but…”
The blond lets out a slow breath. It’s sinful, the way he looks at him.
The desperate way he pleads. “ Please Baby , let me have you tonight.”
“Fuck, Curls,” Zoro groans. Because goddamn Sanji did not need to beg but it was always appreciated.
The swordsman was well aware that whoever topped usually depended on the partners Sanji had danced with during the evening. Zoro was always up for either, but Sanji often had some kinky vibe he would be angling towards by the end of an evening of fun.
If he swooned over a bunch of pretty ladies Zoro would find himself pampered and romanced. The subject of sweet and lethargic love making; Sanji whispering soft praises as he worshiped Zoro’s physique.
If a burly, handsome fellow chased Sanji’s tail the blond would peer over broad shoulders with dark eyes and dare Zoro to take him home and remind him who does it best. And Zoro would . He’d manhandle his lover into positions strangers could never imagine and gladly remind Sanji why there was only one cock he’d come from for the rest of his goddamn life.
The second scenario was far more common than the first.
Sanji noses against Zoro’s cheek and whines, rutting shyly against a thick thigh as he offers soft pleas into tan skin.
The nearly timid way the blond was handling him was fresh, unusual after a night out. The swordsman pictures the young man Sanji had danced with, the wide eyed wonder reminiscent of years past.
“It was the kid, wasn’t it?” Zoro asks, teasing as he nibbles his way down the column of his lover’s throat.
Sanji croons into his touch, blunt fingernails digging into the meat of his pecs, “maybe,” he breathes.
“Tell me, Curls.”
The blond pouts and Zoro set his hands to work on their clothes.
“Tell me, ” The swordsman persists, the callous pads of his fingers slipping beneath a wrinkled dress shirt and stretching across the soft expanse of Sanji’s abdomen.
“Reminds me of when we started this shit,” Sanji whines.
“This shit, ” Zoro parrots with a laugh, lapping at the blond’s now exposed collarbones.
“Yeah, asshole,” the cook pouts, hands trailing upwards until he’s digging his blunt fingernails into Zoro’s scalp, “reminds me of when I didn’t know fuck all about how to love a man.”
“Mm,” the swordsman replies. He mouths at his lover's chest with a hum, coarse hair dragging at his tongue. “How so? Remind me, Baby.”
Sanji whimpers and Zoro takes pity, letting up enough to let himself be pushed across the room and into the mattress. The blond breath hitches as he straddles the swordsman and dives back down to gnaw at his pecs. Between bites, he sighs, “Reminds me of how I felt when I first learned how to explore your body. Before I was brave enough to take your cock for myself.”
Zoro groans, palms roughly tracing across the blonds lithe form as sharp pinpricks of arousal follow Sanji’s work at his skin. “Yeah? Fuck.”
Their clothes end up either on the floor or kicked to the end of the bed as the lovers slide flush together.
Sanji’s cock trails hot along Zoro’s own as he lays flush above his lover. The swordsman snatching another wet, open mouthed kiss before the blond slides down his body. Sanji’s tongue laves at his abdominals as his right hand reaches to the side.
The familiar pop of a cork sets Zoro’s nerves alight.
The back of his knee finds a familiar position over Sanji’s shoulder.
“Remember how you had to teach me how to finger you?” Sanji mumbles, his pupils blown wide as he circles Zoro’s rim with a slicked finger, “I was so nervous I’d hurt you.”
“Practically had to ride ‘em myself,” Zoro teases, licking his lips as the blonde’s finger presses in, soft and warm, “ c’mon baby.”
“Shit,” Sanji curses, “fuck, you always take me so well.”
The swordsman groans as he’s worked open, one finger eagerly turning to two. He smirks, “I remember you bleeding on my abs.”
“Nights not over, Darling,” Sanji admits with pursed lips, his face flushed a ruddy crimson. Zoro laughs.
A third finger sneaks its way in and the swordsman’s laugh morphes into another deep groan.
“Relax, Mossy.” Sanji reminds him, his free hand drawing up to grope at the swordsman’s pecs. His movement clumsy and desperate; tangible reminders of the excess drink in his veins.
“M’ready,” Zoro replies, eyelid hooded as he lets a heavy knee relax into Sanji’s muscled thigh, “how you ya want me, Curls?”
“On your back,” the blond replies quickly, his chest heaves as he swallows heavily, “I wanna see your face.”
Zoro nods, his heart simmering in affection for his Cook. Sanji could be many, many things in the bedroom; but Zoro hadn’t seen him look so apprehensive in years. Tonight, his lover looked every bit the anxious young adult he’d been a decade ago when their relationship had begun.
Fuck, he’d forgotten how cute he was; all jittery hands and wide eyes.
The swordsman snags a pillow and lifts his hips to shove it beneath his lower back.
Zoro was many, many things in the bedroom.
Pliant wasn’t really one of them.
Sanji helps him adjust it as he shuffles closer, his ruddy cheeks bright in the dim cabin. The hot pressure of his cockhead presses in and Zoro sighs in relief, his head falling back into the sheets.
“Shit,” the blond groans, sliding in until he’s seated flush.
There’s a wet ping and Sanji’s breath stutters. Zoro peers down to find Sanji’s nose dripping blood, the metallic scent sharp and fresh. A drop lands on the swordsman’s pecs and it feels surprisingly cold.
He wants to tease but he’d be a hypocrite.
It’s fucking hot as hell that they’re a decade in and the Cook still can’t curb his lust for Zoro’s body.
“ Fuck, you’re so good for me, Mossy. So good mon Chou (My Darling) .” The blond groans, his hips starting an irregular rhythm. His nose is still dripping and the flush of his skin just makes his blue eyes brighter. He lifts one of Zoro’s muscled legs higher his shoulder and noses into the curve of his shin; kisses the aged scars puckering the skin in between whispered praises. “mon Chou (My Darling) . How I love you mon Amour (my Love) .”
Zoro lets go of the moans curled hot in the back of his throat as he’s fucked, deep and deliberate.
His cock bounces with each thrust, his breath catching at the firm drag of the hard length against his prostate. Zoro latches onto his lover’s muscled thighs, grounding himself.
Sanji’s gaze locks onto the swordsman’s chest as he thrusts, his tongue peeks out to lick at the blood drying on his upper lip. His sea-blue eyes are wide, brimming with lust and affection and… something else.
Something desperate.
“You forget what my tits look like, too?” The swordsman asks, arcing his shoulders back to put them on display.
The blond groans, snapping his hips once to plunge himself deep before rocking sedately , “ Mon Dieu (My God) how they fucking bounce . It’s so good. So good , Baby. Why don’t I fuck you more often?”
“Yeah well, you figured out what a cockslut you are and never went back,” Zoro teases, his tongue dipping out to draw along his teeth. His eyelid relaxes and drops low as Sanji’s firm thrusts make him feel full and sated.
“I mean, I- fuck. You want me to fuck you more often?” The blond drawls, “ Nom de Dieu (Goddammit) . I’m so sorry, Baby. I’ll fuck you, anytime Baby. Shit you’re so hot.”
Zoro can’t help the wide grin that spreads across his face. It really does remind him of when they were young and inexperienced. His sweet Cook just as overwhelmed with his physique as he had been years ago.
“I love seeing you come apart like this,” the blond whines, dropping his upper body to catch the swordsman in a chaste kiss. His thrusts slow to a searing, languid drag of heat. “I’d almost forgotten that I’d lived part of my life without knowing how good you feel.” His voice strains, something tight and tense, “and how good we are together.”
“We were stubborn bastards, Curls.” Zoro soothes, drawing his hands upward until he can palm the back of Sanji’s neck with one and grasp at his trim waist with the other, “but we got the rest of our lives now, Baby.”
“Mhm,” Sanji whines back, a tone of affirmation.
There’s relief in the way Sanji lets go after that, his hips pistoning as he chases pleasure and his blue eyes tempered in passion. Zoro lets himself float into the bliss, clenching around his lover's cock and relishing the way it makes Sanji’s features twist in lewd agony.
“Curls,” Zoro grunts, chest heaving, “m’close.”
“So good, Moss,” the blond breathes out, his grip on the swordsman’s legs tightening, “ tout va bien mon Chou (So good my Darling) . ”
Zoro gasps as Sanji drops his shoulders, tilting the angle of his thrusts and bringing white hot pleasure with him as he ruts directly against his prostate.
“Come with me,” the blond purrs.
“Like you’re giving me a fucking choice,” Zoro grins, flush with carnal satisfaction as he fucked hard into the mattress. “Goddamn Baby.”
Sanji comes with a harsh thrust, rocking his hips flush as he pumps his release. And if the slamming pressure wasn’t enough to bring Zoro with him, the wrecked gasp the blond lets out would have finished him off alone.
Zoro climaxes in a cottony spike of heat. His muscles pulled taut, the hot length in his ass throbbing.
So fucking satisfying .
“Shit,” Sanji groans, unceremoniously dropping to land on top of his lover. Zoro’s spend is warm and tacky between their torsos but the blonde ignores it in order to mouth affectionately at his lover's neck in the afterglow.
The swordsman relaxes his thighs and holds him close, carding through long blond locks and humming nothing in particular.
Sanji’s cock is soft and spent but he hasn’t pulled out yet; he touches gently and tucks close. His heart is still racing against Zoro’s chest; still thrumming with some pent up, affectionate energy.
“Zoro,” Sanji whimpers against his skin, “I don’t want to love anyone but you.”
Ah , Zoro thaws. Understanding clears and his heart clenches at where his lover had found his thoughts.
He recognizes now, the desperate look Sanji has, the one he couldn’t place.
It hadn’t been around in so long.
While swimming in the sweet echoes of fresh love, Sanji had accidentally sunk himself into the uncertainty that came with it.
Does he love me as much as I love him?
What do I need to do to keep this?
The fear, the nervous desire and rushed excitement of newness .
Things they had long since molded into comfortable affection and simmering passion.
“You’ve got me, Curls,” Zoro reminds him softly, calloused hands petting down his sides and squeezing at his hips.
Sanji sighs into his touch, “I kind of forgot about how afraid I used to be about this.”
“Bout what?”
The blond drops a few chaste kisses along his collarbone before he continues, not meeting his lover’s gaze, “I used to be afraid you would leave me for how I act when we go out. That you’d get mad at my flirting. Or think me unfaithful.”
Zoro snarls, “fuck off with that shit.”
“I know, I know,” Sanji lifts his head finally so Zoro could take in his smile, soft and fond, “But I’d stop if you asked me to.”
“You know I’d never ask that,” Zoro replies, “Besides; I don’t think of it like flirting. I think of it like fighting.”
“Wha-” Sanji blinks, then purses his lips, “I am not surprised by your explanation.. But what the fuck does that mean?”
Zoro scrunches his nose as he considers how to explain it. Thankfully, Sanji lets him take the time to gather his words. The blond brings his hands in to rest under his chin, comfortable and secure in his lover’s arms.
It’s really cute but it’s not helping Zoro think.
“Look its-,” He huffs, hands still warm on Sanji’s hips, “you’re not flirting with them because you want to fuck them . You flirt with people because you want them to feel loved.” Zoro licks his lips gathering confidence as the words flow,
“So like- how in a fight you have to adjust your moves to win. You cater your words and actions to each person you approach to make sure you succeed.” He smirks, letting the pride for the skill of his lover seep to the surface. “It’s pretty incredible to watch, and you rarely ever lose. Curls, by the end of the night more than half the bar is teeming with confidence from your attention.”
Zoro finishes and finds Sanji staring back at him with wide, watery eyes. The blond sucks in a tight breath and simpers out a soft, affectionate, “Oh, fuck .” He chuckles, voice a bit watery, “Zoro how the hell do you do that? You always make me feel so seen ?”
“Because I’m doing the same thing you are, Curls,” Zoro grins, teasing playfully, “cept it’s only for you and I’ve got years of experience.”
“I love you,” Sanji pouts, chin still on his hands and his cheeks still flushed red from the alcohol.
“Love you, too.” Zoro whispers back.
They’ll still need to clean up at some point, but Zoro’s content to lay together for as long as Sanji wants; sticky and messy and comfortable.
After all;
Sanji might be the flirtiest son of a bitch on the Grand Line.
But Zoro knew, with unshakable faith-
Sanji would only ever choose his Husband.