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Warm hands smoothed across every inch of Zoro they could reach as they stumbled away from the dying light of the fire and deeper into the woods around them. Fingertips dug into scarred flesh, whispering over taut skin. Luffy could never get enough of his swordsman but when they were like this, when the mood was nothing but desire, he really couldn’t get enough.
“Fuck, Luf,” Zoro grunted as Luffy wrapped his rubbery limbs around him, hanging onto his front like his namesake. “Can’t you wait a fucking minute?”
Luffy shook his head as he bit down on the chord of his swordsman’s neck, teeth worrying at sweaty skin. He felt as arms came up to support him, hands sliding the legs of his shorts up until they were pressed into the skin on his thighs. Luffy gave him a soft moan of encouragement before he dove back in for another taste, tongue tracing up the vein in the other’s neck. Every touch and sound was fueling him on, his body responding like it was made for this, made for Zoro and Zoro alone.
They only made it a few more steps before Zoro seemed to give up on trying to find their ship and instead pushed Luffy onto the ground, the two landing in a pile of leaves and grass. One hand slid away from Luffy’s thigh and caught his jaw, gently tugging it away from the ear it had been nibbling on. Warm lips pressed into his, the faintest trace of sake still able to be tasted as they devoured each other.
“How do you want it?” Zoro asked as he pulled away enough to speak. He still had one hand under Luffy’s shorts, fingers splaying over the muscled thigh beneath and digging into warm skin.
“Kissing,” Luffy pouted, both hands coming up to pull Zoro’s face back to his again.
Zoro indulged him for another minute. The hand on Luffy’s face pulled away, moving lower across his body to play with the waistband of his shorts and tease the sensitive skin there. “How do you want it?” Zoro repeated as they broke apart for air, already working on getting Luffy’s shorts undone. Luffy giggled softly, finding it amusing how for once it wasn’t him who was impatient.
“Hmm. I want Zoro in me,” Luffy decided resolutely, hands going down to help undo his pants. He was more than eager to get them off and lessen the pressure against his crotch, his hardness having been straining against the fabric. “And while kissing.”
Giving a grunt of acknowledgment, Zoro leaned back and quickly pulled his shirt off, tossing it onto the ground beside them. The rest of his clothes were quick to join the pile, Luffy’s eager hands helping the process along.
With unobstructed access Luffy wasted no time in kneading his hands into flesh, no longer having to slip them beneath a shirt. He only pulled his hands away long enough for Zoro to pull his shirt off and then they were returning, fingertips roughly tracing over the scar that cut through his chest and digging into the flesh around it.
“You’re beautiful,” Zoro murmured, lips trailing reverently across Luffy’s neck and down his chest. “So fucking beautiful.”
Luffy laughed softly, hands leaving Zoro’s chest to wrap loosely around the back of his head. Zoro wasted no time in pressing kisses to every place he could reach, teeth occasionally appearing to nibble at whatever was closest. A hot tongue paved its way down the planes of Luffy’s stomach, the warm appendage leaving behind a trail that made him shiver.
Zoro sat back up, a hand patting at his discarded clothes before returning with a familiar tiny vial. They had learned quickly to always keep some on them, especially with how impatient Luffy could be. He was happy anywhere. He didn’t even need a hammock or mattress beneath him.
Hands landed on Luffy’s thighs and pulled him closer to Zoro’s lap before spreading them. Slick fingers ran down Luffy’s thighs, teasing the skin there as his head lowered. The hot tongue returned, pulling the tip of his cock into an equally hot mouth. Luffy’s entire back arched at the touch, two fingers pressing into him as he did so. He could lose himself like this, the wet heat around his cock and the fingers working him open. It was like a slice of heaven had come down just for him.
Two fingers quickly became three as his entire shaft was engulfed, a moan reverberating around him as the head slid down a tight throat.
Luffy whined, hips trying to press himself in deeper while they also tried to rock back on the fingers inside of him, wanting them deeper inside him. It was so much and yet not enough at the same time. The fingers were only stretching—like he even needed it—and avoiding the spot inside of him that made him see stars while the mouth on him kept pulling away to only focus on the head of his cock. He needed more and he needed it now.
“More, Zoro, more!” Luffy whined, hands groping around until he had one buried in Zoro’s hair and the other catching his wrist. He forced Zoro’s head lower, the other going without complaint to swallow him to the root again. His other hand pushed the fingers inside him deeper, Zoro finally twisting them to where Luffy wanted them. A loud moan left Luffy, hips rocking back onto the fingers before thrusting up into the heat that encompassed him.
Zoro’s fingers were relentless now that they were where Luffy wanted them, pressing and stroking over the same spot without pause. His mouth was moving on its own accord, bobbing up and down Luffy’s shaft while his skilled tongue worked over his tip, swiping across the sensitive tip and teasing beneath the head.
It was just what Luffy needed, the pleasure that had been building in his gut snapping. Both of his hands grabbed at green hair, pushing lower until he was again fully engulfed. Cum spurted down Zoro’s throat, the other just letting Luffy use his mouth and throat as he wished as he fucked into it through his orgasm. He finally released his grip with soft pants, feeling as he was released and the fingers inside him disappeared.
“Feel good, captain?” Zoro asked, his voice rough from the abuse his throat took. He pressed kisses along Luffy’s hips as he came down, clearly not expecting an answer anyway.
“Fuck me,” Luffy whined as soon as he could speak, desire already rising within him once again. As much as he loved his swordsman sinful mouth and skilled tongue, what he really wanted—no needed—was his cock inside him, stretching him open more than his fingers had and rocking him into the ground.
“Insatiable,” Zoro whispered, his voice a lustful growl, as he grabbed again at the vial and poured more liquid out.
Luffy watched with heated eyes as his hand spread the lube across his so far untouched cock, the pulsing organ more than ready to go. Just watching him was enough to stir his own cock back up with interest, his need to be filled pooling along his gut.
Rough and slick hands grabbed at his thighs, pulling them apart further as they repositioned Luffy’s hips. One hand slid up to his waist, fingers digging into the skin in a tight hold as the other guided Zoro’s cock to his prepared entrance. With only a seconds pause, Zoro was pushing in, his cock head stretching Luffy open even more and pushing at him just the way he wanted.
A loud moan left Luffy, covering up the deep grunt Zoro let out. Their lips crashed back together, teeth bared against each other and tongues sliding from mouth to mouth.
Zoro barely waited before he was pulling back out and thrusting in, one hand on Luffy’s hip and the other curled around his shoulders, keeping him in place. Each thrust in and out pulled and stretched at his insides, molding them into the shape of Zoro’s need. Making him Zoro’s and only Zoro’s.
“Harder, Zoro,” Luffy whined against his lips, teeth nipping at the bottom one hard enough to draw blood. “Fasterfasterfasterfaster!”
There was no hesitation as Zoro rushed to fulfill his command, hips snapping harder and faster. The wet slap of skin against skin rang out in the quiet night, joining the chorus of their pleasured groans and needy moans.
Luffy dug his fingers into every inch of Zoro he could, nails raking across his shoulders and pressing bruises along his back. And when Zoro changed his position, folding Luffy in on himself a bit more to strike repeatedly at his prostate, Luffy bit down onto the arm around his shoulders hard.
The iron tang of blood filled his mouth as pleasure charged through his body. White hot lust curled through his stomach, driven higher and higher with every snap of Zoro’s hips and every drag his cock made against that one spot. This was what he wanted, the feeling of their bodies moving together, driving pleasure between the two of them higher and higher until they were taut with it.
Hot breath fanned over Luffy’s face as Zoro pulled back just a bit to press their foreheads together. His expression was blurry from the closeness but Luffy could see the way his eyes clenched shut and his teeth gritted together. He was close, so close, but he was holding back. He always made sure Luffy came first, no matter how many times he’d already came.
“Captain,” Zoro gasped out, voice nearly begging. The hand on Luffy’s hip rose to his cock and wrapped around it, roughly pumping up and down. “Fuck, Luffy!”
“Wh-what is it, ‘ro?” Luffy asked around a moan, body pressing up into Zoro’s. Fuck he was close again but he wanted to hear Zoro say it first, to have that selfish bit of knowledge that this strong man was putty in his hands, begging to follow his orders. He wasn’t sure if it was love or lust that drove him, but he wanted to hear it.
A needy groan left Zoro from deep within his throat. “Come for me, captain.”
Luffy didn’t need to be told twice. His entire body shook from the onslaught of pleasure, the pressure in his gut snapping. Cum spurted from the tip of his cock, dripping down Zoro’s hand and splashing onto his abdomen. It was barely a thrust later that Luffy felt the way the cock deep inside him twitched before hot liquid was filling him.
Zoro fucked him through their respective highs, the rocking of his hips slowing and losing their power as they came down. By the end of it his whole body was trembling above Luffy, his breath wafting against Luffy’s lips. He could feel the way the movement of Zoro’s hips let some of his release spill out of him, his cum dripping down his ass. It made Luffy shiver in near delight, almost enough to make him want another round.
But Zoro looked exhausted, his harsh pants sounding softly in the night air and his fingers twitching around Luffy’s spent cock. Maybe after a good night’s rest they could go again, but for now, Zoro took priority.
Wrapping his arms more securely around his spent swordsman, Luffy tugged him down hard, making his limbs give out until he fell directly onto Luffy, covering him completely with his larger body. A surprised and questioning sound left Zoro, head lifting up enough to squint into Luffy’s eyes.
“Zoro needs to sleep now,” Luffy said softly, one hand combing through sweaty locks of green hair. “He’s had a long day.”
“Need to clean up and get dressed,” Zoro grunted back. Not that he was making any attempt to get up, his body seeming boneless in Luffy’s grasp.
“Nope, rest.”
“Luf....”
“Rest. Zoro took care of the crew and now I’m taking care of Zoro.”
Silver eyes squinted a bit more at him before they conceded, head lowering to rest in the crook of Luffy’s neck. “Gotta wake up before the crew does,” Zoro murmured, voice already heavy with sleep. “Need to clean and dress.”
Luffy just kept on combing his fingers through his hair, feeling as Zoro slipped into sleep. He pressed a kiss to the crown of his head before rewrapping his arms around his swordsman’s broad body, holding him closer to his own. Sleep was already tugging heavily at his own mind and he surrendered to it, letting it wash over him in a gentle wave.
And maybe they didn’t wake up before the rest of the crew did, sleeping well past dawn and slumbering through the sunrise. But they didn’t know that, the crew happy to leave them to the delusion that no one knew what they got up to. It wasn’t like they were very quiet after all.