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“Zoro,” He greets with a curt nod. To keep it formal, to treat this as a business meeting. Quick and clean is all he needs here. Arms crossed, shoulders raised, gaze averted.
“Sanji,” The mosshead grins, arms spread wide like he expects a hug. Total douchebag. Totally not his personality. Either he is faking it now, or he was faking it for the whole of their relationship. Sanji almost hopes it to be the latter. It sure would make this alot easier; call him an asshole to his stupid face and walk away victorious. “What? It’s just a hug.”
He rolls his eyes, pulls out a cigarette. Figures he’ll need it if he wants to make it through this without blood on his hands. The tension is already creeping up on him, the irritation returning from wherever he stored it, instantly remembering why he ended their relationship. “Quit messing around.”
“Damn, curls, you’re prissy,” Zoro chuckles. “Boyfriend not fucking you right?”
It clicks for Sanji then and there; how stupid he was to think this idiot would agree to a genuine conversation. Of course Zoro does not consider this anything more than an opportunity to hook up.
“Ace fucks me fine,” He hisses. Stupid, playing right into Zoro’s hands, letting hismelf get worked up over obvious taunts. Not even because he feels a need to protect his boyfriend, but moreso because he wants to prove that he can do fine without Zoro. He’s too easily provoked, he knows this, but he is so desperate to win these stupid arguments. “Better than you ever did.”
“We both know that’s not true,” The mosshead sucks his teeth to show how little he cares for the other’s opinion. Sanji does not bother with a response this time, even if he has to bite his tongue to hold back. “You tell him we’re meeting up today?”
“Yes,” Sanji lies.
“I can tell when you’re bullshitting, eyebrows,” As he scratches his chin. Like he’s bored, like he has better things to do, like he has not believed a single word Sanji has said so far.
“You don’t know me,” He wants to believe he has changed since their separation, that he is no longer the kind of guy to get worked up so easily. Ace has changed him for the better. His boyfriend is kind, supportive, encourages him rather than turning even the briefest conversation into a battle. He listens to what Sanji wants and tries his very ahrdest to provide exactly that. Yet still, even though he will never admit it out loud—especially not to Zoro—that it feels like something is missing.
Which means there must be something wrong with Sanji. No person in their right mind would complain about being treated with love and respect by their partner. Maybe he is too damaged to be healthy. Because, whenever Ace asks him if it feels good and whether it hurts, he finds himself wishing in the back of his head that his boyfriend would just care a little less and take a little more every now and then.
Zoro reaches for him, hand on his waist in a matter of seconds, pulling him close in a way that feels hauntingly familiar. He ignores how well their bodies fit together.
“Don’t touch me,” He grumbles, pushing at Zoro’s chest to work himself free from the embrace, maybe not with the amount of force he should use against a guy he supposedly hates. “What part of me having a boyfriend is lost on you?”
“The part where you’re looking at me like a guilty dog,” Zoro shrugs, gives the meat of Sanji’s waist a reaffirming squeeze before releasing him. Which should be good, but really isn’t, when it feels like he is being abandoned instead. Released back into the wild to fend for himself. “A good fuck should sort you right out, and I don’t have anybody to tell.”
And Sanji, horrible as he is, actually considers it.
It’s a vacant spot. A parking lot right by a forest, somewhere nobody would come at night if they had any sense of self preservation. Picked out in case they get rowdy, in case they need privacy, in case it results in a yelling match. Sanji picked this location. And maybe, in hindsight, that in itself means he was expecting something to happen. There is nobody around to hear or see whatever transpires, which sure are some pretty extreme measures to take if he was expecting no more than a potential argument.
“You look like you need it, Sanji,” His tone has shifted to be more serious, more like his usual behaviour. Always an excellent tool for manipulation. “I’m sure he’ll understand.”
Which is probably correct, and that’s the worst part. Ace is so sweet and forgiving that Sanji could break his trust and still be forgiven. Go behind his back and face no consequences. He wonders whether his boyfriend would even get angry, if he would be upset, or if he would feel a need to console Sanji for his own mistake.
“Get it out of your system, move on like normal,” Zoro pushes, senses how close he is to breaking through, that only one more little nudge is all it will take to land him exactly where he wants. “I know how pent up you can get, curls.”
Sanji looks around, trying to find a physical escape from the emotions rapidly building within him. His hands are trembling with how bad of an idea this is, how morally wrong and unfair this would be to the man back home who has been nothing but good to him. But he does need more. He does miss how rough and reckless Zoro always was with him. A thorough pounding would do wonders to soothe his everpresent anxiety, and he knows that if he closed his eyes to imagine it at any given time, the mosshead would be the one person to appear in his mind. Zoro may be a total asshole, but maybe that just means a terrible person such as himself makes for a perfect fit.
He inhales a deep breath, inspecting his fingers. “You promise not to tell?”
Zoro does not even bother to spare him a verbal answer. Just places his hand on the back of Sanji’s head, tangled into his curls, and pulls him into a kiss that borders on desperation more than anything. As if he has been waiting for this ever since they last saw each other, an addict relapsing on their favourite drug.
No matter how wrong, there is no way Sanji can ignore how right this feels. Grubby mitts grappling all over him; at his tense shoulders, down his toned back, before gathering two handfuls of ass in a firm squeeze. A part of Sanji he has always been obsessed with, that he has left bruised and bitten plenty of times, that perfectly fills out his palms.
Teeth biting at Sanji’s lip, tugging the plush skin until he opens up, thick hot large tongue shoved into his mouth to completely overpower him.
Yet this is still easier to go along with than Ace asking if he’s okay after every individual caress, he can handle this better than soft pecks of adoration pressed all over his body, this is a thousand times better than being treated like a porcelain doll. Zoro takes whatever he wants with no regard for whether Sanji can keep up with the demanding pace. Pulls and tosses him around and guarantees it’ll feel good even if he has no comprehension of anything being done to his body.
His jaw has gone slack, his eyelids heavy but not fully closed to hold Zoro’s gaze, his knees buckling under his weight as the instant satisfaction melts his brain into mush. His ex is licking into his mouth and groping his backside and he is already straining against the front of his stupidly tight jeans.
Sanji moans, cries out, as the other traces his teeth and tickles the roof of his mouth. As his pathetically stuck out tongue is sucked on right before Zoro draws back and spits into his open mouth, chasing after it when he presses their mouths together once more and gathers up his own saliva, pushing it to the back of Sanji’s (trained to be) loose throat. Muscle memory steering both of them down this rocky path at a thunderous pace that could land them in a horrible crash with the smallest obstacle. The risk of that only makes him all the more eager to keep going. The possibility that he will come out of this as an emotionally mangled mess.
Zoro hums into his mouth with approval, walking him back until Sanji is being laid down on the hood of his ex’s car. A preventive measure to keep him from collapsing to the floor once his legs inevitably give out.
“Idiot,” Sanji exhales, when they part for a second to catch their breath. His skin already feels clammy, his underwear is already soaked, he assumes he must already look like a mess at this point. Zoro smiles at him, and he swears by it that his heart did not skip a beat at the sight.
“You’re cute, curls,” To fill the silence brought on by a severe lack of kissing, observing him with an expression that almost reads as affectionate. A lost love that is ready to be rekindled with the smallest spark. Maybe, rather than this being about sex, Zoro came here in the hopes to resolve things between them. Though that would be giving him a lot of credit. “Such a cute little slut.” Yeah. No. Definitely still about sex.
He shoves at Zoro’s shoulder, all too playful and casual. Not nearly strong enough to fight him off, not offering proper resistance, not even able to pretend that he is against this happening. If anything, this is the closest to flirting they have been up until now. That forsaken familiar pattern of him scolding Zoro for being inappropriate, getting him back in line for the obscene remarks he makes despite the butterflies that flare up in his stomach. But that, too, is merely a thing from the past. Good parts carefully picked out from in between all the bad stuff.
The rugged man leans in much slower this time, stopping once there is a good inch or two remaining between them. Goading Sanji to dare and close the distance.
Which he does, because Zoro is all too familiar with his weak points, what it takes to make him give in and bend backwards. Their kiss is more tender now, their press of their lips barely present, brushing against each other with a touch as light as a feather.
He can feel Zoro’s breath on his skin, a warmth that fans over him and gives him goosebumps. Can feel how their mouths stick together every time they draw away to connect again and repeat the exact same motion over and over. A rhythm that is weaved so deep into his memory that he does not even need to think about it. These kind of slow kisses that made him feel as if Zoro really actually cared about him.
“As pretty as the day you left me,” Zoro murmurs. Some salt rubbed right into the wound, whispered under his breath just clear enough for Sanji to pick up on it. He refuses to believe it, even if it feels impossible, even if the mosshead’s pleading tone has always tugged at his heartstrings all too effectively. But there is a part of him that wants it to be true, wants to dissect every spoken word until he figures out which parts are genuine. A part that longs to be special. “I miss you so damn much, curls.”
Sanji’s throat feels tight, his eyes sting with the threat of tears. It’s so wrong, so stupid, such a clear tell that he should back out right now before it really goes too far. But it’s already happened. He has already been disloyal, the guilt already sits within him, the point of no return is already far behind them.
Their kiss pauses under Zoro’s control, pulling back to closely observe his face. “Do you miss me?”
Chewing on the inside of his cheek in thought, hesitant to make such a damning statement, his breath wavering as he works up the courage to admit it out loud. Even if he does not have to say it directly, even if he only needs to confirm what Zoro has laid out for him. He throws an arm over his face so that he does not have to look at the other’s reaction. Whether that’ll be smug or empathetic or a secret third option, he does not want to know how his betrayal is perceived. “Yes,” He whispers, then flinches like it physically hurts. “I do, fuck.”
Zoro rewards him with a kiss, smiling big enough that it can be felt in the exchange despite his vision being covered. All whilst Sanji’s world is effectively falling apart.
“Leave him,” Kiss on his cheek, kiss on his chin. “Get back with me.” Kiss on his jaw, kiss on his neck.
“You know I can’t do that,” Sanji can hear the tremble in his own voice and resists the urge to recoil because of it. He has no right to be upset when he’s the villain in this story, but that does not stop him from being swallowed up by an emptiness in his gut. “I’ll- We’ll only get hurt, both of us.”
“I can handle the pain,” Zoro is persistent, lips tracing over his collarbone, followed by the nipping of sharp teeth. “For both of us, so don’t worry about it.”
Sanji scoffs in a miserable effort to mask a sad laugh. “You’re always the cause of it, moss.”
Which is not entirely true, he definitely used to have his own knack of stirring up trouble in the past, but he does not want to remember such a shameful part of himself. He is supposed to be a better person now, someone above nasty words and low blows, even if he has lost all confidence on the matter. Still as short fused and ready to fight as ever, and all it took for him to realise that was a single conversation with Zoro.
“Then I’ll just have to change your mind,” Because it would not be Zoro if he did not approach it as a challenge. “Fuck you so good you start being honest with me,” He threatens, promises. “Like I used to.”
Relying on old feelings is mean and nasty and yet shamefully effective against Sanji's resolve, effecient for stepping on his toes. Most importantly because it was always so good when Zoro would fuck him senseless, when he was worrying himself sick over tiny details and the only thing that could still his racing mind would be to have a thick cock crammed inside him, when he got pounded with enough vigour to make him drool all over himself and have his eyes rolling back in his head. He's not wrong. Unfortunately.
He chews his cheek with a painful lack of any comeback. Nail right on the head.
"C'mon, baby," Zoro coaxes, with a loving nip at his earlobe, hand giving a soothing squeeze to the soft flesh of Sanji's waist. Right where it belongs. Belonged. Past tense. Because they are no longer supposed to be this close both physically and emotionally, this amount of contact should be reserved for his boyfriend alone. "Remember how nice and light you feel after?"
And his lips part, ready to respond based on first instinct, ready to agree like it's all he knows. Holding himself back at the last second, hesitation to give an answer even as it rests on the tip of his tongue. Submission served up on a pretty little platter. Sanji may as well give in, when his subconscious is so clearly already there.
"What if…I stay with him, and we keep doing this?" Sanji is the lowest of low. Greedy and disrespectful and almost asking to be hated. Because being hated is so much easier.
Zoro grins something foul. "Oh you are starving for it."
Sanji has been weakened enough that he actually whimpers at the mocking, proving just how desperate he is without saying as much as a single word. It's not a rejection. He does not have an answer yet, whether they can keep having these secret meetings.
"Just ask," He whispers, lips ghosting over Sanji's with the illusion of a kiss. Not quite giving it to him, but teasing what he could have so easily. Right within reach, already within the palm of Sanji's hand, until all that is left to do is actually grasp onto it. "It's that easy, baby."
His breath wavers, resisting the intense urge to pucker his lips and make the contact he yearns for. He has to give a proper response first, and then he can have a kiss as his reward. Even that thought in itself already makes it obvious what his answer will be. As if there was ever any other option to begin with. No matter how much he wants to believe the opposite, no matter how much he tries to ignore it, he is still coiled as tight around Zoro's finger as ever.
"Fuck me."
"If you insist," Zoro smiles, fingers crawling up his chest until they tug at the buttons of Sanji's blouse, wedging in between the gaps on either side until
"Don't-" Sanji tries to warn, but there is already a rip and a tear and a tiny little button flying to somewhere on the parking lot floor before he can get it out. Which means he will have to come up with some reason as to why his clothes are now ruined. The excuse of a fight should hold up, but he did really like this shirt, so he mourns the loss. "You're an asshole."
Although he is nowhere near as upset as he should be. Especially not when Zoro's mouth latches onto his chest, around his neglected nipple, like an attention seeknig missile. In a rush to reach every place on Sanji's body that he remembers to be sensitive. As if he's checking up on them, seeing if Ace keeps up with their maintenance of regularly playing with them, of making Sanji cum solely by messing with the buds until the skin gets red and raw. If the immediate arch in the cheater's back is any indication, this 'current boyfriend' is shit at providing the pleasure a thoroughbred whore like Sanji requires.
By that logic, since Ace fails to care for this gorgeous chest the way it deserves, Zoro will make sure to leave his mark and stake his claim over it. Sucking a hickey right on the squishy peck, then another, and another, until he starts coming up with a nice mess of blotchy spots scattered amongst the perfect canvas.
"Stop, stop, he'll find out," Sanji cries out, and many other protests along those lines, yet the nails digging into his scalp remain firm all the same. There would be no escape even if he wanted.
"Let him," Bite. "He should take care of his bitch," Bite. "Or someone more capable will do it for him." Bite.
It has been ages since Sanji has felt quite this wanted. Since he has been ravaged with no regard for how he's doing, since all his needs have been met without checking up in between even once, since he has felt like a prey caught and helpless under a starving hunter.
His legs have lost all strength, hanging limp by the sides of Zoro's body, crotch pulsing with need as the tent he's pitching persistently pushes up against the other in a silent demand for friction. Eager to be touched in his most private places where it feels best, to have calloused hands rubbing rough against him, deliciously overstimulating wherever they reach. All firm grip and thick fingers with no room for manners and niceties.
"You're so pretty," Zoro reels himself in from getting completely animalistic, back to kissing and sucking at flushed skin, balming the teeth marks with his tongue. "I should never have let you go, curls," He grunts. "I won't let you get away again."
Zoro is far from giving up on the idea of winning him back. Confident that there is still a chance, confident that his rate of success increases more with every passing second.
Though there is no effort from Sanji to shoot him down. Never shuts the idea down completely, never shows that he does not consider the idea. Between all the sweet pleas and cocky remarks, there is never any actual rejection among the varied mixture of interactions. Sanji is capable of protesting in much more genuine ways than a few measly whines and whimpers. And he would never hesitate to kick Zoro if given the chance, meaning the resistance is an empty husk.
"Hurry," Sanji urges, worried that Ace will get suspicious if he stays gone too long. Definitely not because he is impatient and about to paint the inside of his pants any second, ready to explode with every brush of skin and strained breath. He has confidence—alhough it's more like hope—that he will last longer now than he did in high school. When their relationship was filled with excitement and hormones.
For once in his life, Zoro listens. Fingers making quick work of the closing on Sanji's pants, working them over his hips and down his long legs with impressive speed and grace involved.
And then the mosshead laughs at him, short nail scratching lightly at his tip through the soaked material of his underwear. The frilly panties, that he swears he only wears for his boyfriend and happens to have on right now, ruined by arousal with no place to hide. Almost as if he is displaying on purpose how wet he's become.
"You wear these for me?" Zoro smiles, and he knows the question is rhetorical.
"Maybe," Sanji answers, if only to make it a little more exciting. To sow some doubt that, perhaps, he did dress up a certain type of way with the intention to seduce Zoro. Even if only to spur the other on, to earn himself even more passionately rough treatment. "Never thought you were into pretty fabrics and all," He adds. "Not like you ever kept my clothes on long enough to appreciate it."
"I'm into you," Without missing a beat, as if he could already see the question coming from miles away. "But it's cute when you make an effort."
Sanji rolls his eyes at that, because the whole response is painfully cheesy, but that does not mean he hates it. The exchange feels familiar in that same old comforting manner. Back when he would make certain moves and he could already predict each and every reaction Zoro would give him, solely because of how close they were. There was no need to dress up, because his ex would still be all over him even on days where his hair looked horrible or his acne flared up. He likes making himself look good, but there was something so easy about being wanted at his worst, a simplicity in being with a person who does not need a non verbal invitation in order to get intimate.
"Bet you missed my cock, too," Zoro gloats. "It'll be a touching reunion."
"Yeah, yeah, very funny," Sanji grumbles, breath hitching as his sensitive tip is brushed over again, a caress so intense it is more torturous than it is pleasurable. "Idiot, a little consideration wouldn't hurt."
"Save it for someone who cares," Which is so mean, so sleazy, yet manages to be exactly what Sanji needs to hear. Put in his place. "You love it when I take what I want."
Zoro abruptly decides he's had enough of the inarguably adorable underwear getting in his path, sparing them from meeting an unfortunate demise and instead deciding to slip them off like a civilised individual. Maybe he'll take them home after they're done; a little souvenir to remember the events of tonight by.
Not like he can focus on the discarded piece of fabric when Sanji's small cock is stiff and pink and throbbing right in front of his very eyes, surrounded by shiny little wet curls that do the already pathetic size no favour. But it sure is a sight to admire, one that Zoro still has some pictures of, stored in a secret folder on his phone in case he needs a visual aid to unwind.
"Thank fuck you haven't shaved," Zoro exhales a sigh of relief, carding his fingers through the bushy pubes before giving them a short tug. It's the world's worst kept secret that he's a fan of the dark fuzz scattered all over Sanji's body, bordering on worship, as he always finds—or found, rather—an excuse to have the texture under his fingertips at any given time. Even during the most innocent hangouts, his hand would still work its way under Sanji's shirt or into his pants with the sole purpose of messing with them. It's how their whole relationship turned from friendship into something more. Because who in their right mind would feel up a platonic buddy like that.
"As if," Though there is no denying that his heart skips a beat, enamored with the idea of Zoro caring so much for his body hair.
"I love you," Zoro mumbles, kneeling between his legs, on the cold concrete parking lot floor. Nuzzling his nose into those unruly curls, inhaling the scent in an instinct that borders on primal. "And I love this body of yours."
With his new eye level, he spots a subtle glint between Sanji's round cheeks. So he pushes at the inside of the man's thighs, gently spreading them a little wider, getting his hands underneath to lift them at an angle. Until, finally, he can get a better look at whatever treasure is glimmering in such an obscene hiding spot.
Despite the coy display Sanji has been trying so hard to put on, this feels like the final piece of evidence to hammer the case shut. No matter what reason Sanji gives for doing so; he came here with a plug up his butt. Either he was expecting this to happen, or he was planning to go home and get fucked right after this encounter. The latter of those two concepts, in itself, already says a lot about his unresolved feelings towards Zoro.
Sanji has gone suspiciously quiet out of nowhere, caught with his hand stuck in the cookie jar.
"You knew this would happen," Zoro sounds equal parts impressed as he does offended that he wasn't informed of the object until now. That he was completely fooled by Sanji's act. "This was your goal all along, huh?"
"Not exactly," Sanji attempts to explain himself without looking completely flustered. "Just figured… It wouldn't hurt to be prepared for the worst, and all."
"Having sex with me is the worst?" With a healthy amount of sarcasm to back it up. "Losing the strength in your legs is the worst?" He adds, crowding in closer. "Soaking through your underwear is the worst?" His body pressing down on Sanji, the weight keeping him pinned in place. "Knowing you'll get fucked exactly how you've been aching for. That's the worst?"
Vulnerable, with his legs spread wide open and pushed ever farther by his ex leaning down in between. His hole already looser than it should be, his belly hot with need, his cock squished between their torsos. Sanji sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, just barely reeling himself back in from the edge of an orgasm.
The solid hood of the car offers him no support for grabbing onto, not like the sheets he likes to twist between his fingers, so he opts for latching onto Zoro instead. Clinging to his ex wherever he can reach, pulling at mossy tufts and just barely scratching at defined muscles. He's not sure where to put his hands, happy to receive some physical direction when both of his wrists are swiftly gathered into Zoro's grip. Held above his head to restrict his movement even more, his strength siphoned to the degree he can't even wriggle himself free from the submissive pose, although the futile attempts he makes clearly lacks the actual intent to escape.
A performance, the closing act. The last scene of a prey that has waited all its life for this exact moment; where it is finally torn to shreds by its natural predator.
Zoro presses their foreheads together, looking right into his eyes with that signature glare, as if trying to say he has Sanji cornered without using a single word. His vision filled with mosshead so that there is no room left for other thoughts. "Admit it, curls."
He cranes his neck up, trying to chase after a kiss, trying to get back into the action rather than all the talking. It doesn't seem like Zoro will let him have it so easily, though, because that's not his way of doing things. Rushes into it, drags it out as long as possible once things are set in motion, and then eventually closes it out just as intense whenever he feels like it. With no predetermined duration. A marathon, a test of endurance, pushing his partner to their very limits and maybe even past that.
"Say it," In a much more serious tone, one that borders on threatening. "Be honest with me now."
"I-" Sanji hesitates, his mouth agape and unmoving for a moment as he reconsiders. "I wanted this," He confesses, stating the obvious. "I want you."
"That's my boy," Zoro grunts, growls, reaching between their bodies so he can trace the edge of the plug's flared base with a single finger. It's enough to make the blonde tremble, the occassional scrape of a blunt nail against his skin, the knowledge that he is so close to getting what he has been missing ever since they broke up. "How do you want me?"
A lone tear escapes his eye, shame and relief at a constant battle. "Inside," He whispers. "Please."
"In here?" He presses down on the plug, adding pressure that makes Sanji gasp for air. Drawing it out, trying to get an answer that has already been given, solely because he wants to hear it again. But the other's lips stay pressed in a tight line this time, too busy biting back any sound that attempts to escape to take note of Zoro's antics. Though the glare he gets in exchange suggests otherwise. "Alright, alright, good boy."
Just like that; he gets a good grip around the jewel at the end, gives it a light tug, and positively shudders at the soft slick noise Sanji's hole makes as the toy comes out.
"Oh, baby," Zoro's voice has gone low in both tone and volume, as he pockets the plug for now and focuses his gaze on the sloppy sight in front of him, Sanji's rim clenching around nothing as it begs to be filled. "Your poor little pussy must be aching for me, hm?"
He hooks his thumb inside, hand resting on a plump cheek, before he gently pulls to test exactly how loose Sanji has already become. How much looser he'll need to get if he wants even the slightest chance of fitting Zoro in there. But he has done it before plenty of times, and he will no doubt do it again today, because the way he goes limp legged and slack jawed as soon as he gets split open by Zoro's cock is something undefeated. Something sacred. Something he refuses to give up on even when another is desperately trying (and failing) to stake their claim over Sanji.
After all, Zoro got to him first. Before anyone else.
"It's fine," Sanji gasps, between shallow inhales of air. "Make it hurt," As a lone tear escapes his eye. "So I can feel it after."
Zoro obliges him without a word. Spits on his hand, spreads it over his cock, lining up his hips in a fit that is all too easy and familiar. He slaps the head on Sanji's rim as a habit he has yet to outgrow, taking his lower lip between his teeth to brace himself as he pushes, only to break out into a grin at the resistance he is met with.
Once he breaches, it all slides into place. Physically, mentally, finally returning to the completion they have longed for in the privacy of their darkest nights. Sanji does not know whether to cry or laugh as he realises how pathetic he truly has become.
Somewhere along the way, Sanji's phone ended up on the hood of the car, happily buzzing against the metal as it receives a horrifically timed call. He knows who it is before he even looks.
Although he is determined to ignore it, he soon notices that the ringtone is moving. When he cracks open his eyes to peek through his stinging tears, he can already see Zoro's fingers dragging the icon to answer across the screen, clasping a hand over his own mouth when he is too short on time to do anything other than try to swallow down the disgusting sounds escaping his mouth. Slipping through the cracks of his fingers as Zoro's hips press flush against him
The worst part is knowing that Zoro can feel his walls clench at the thrill of it.
"Hey, Jiji, just checki- Oh! Hey, dude," Ace greets brightly. Though no words have been said so far, yet he has realised it's not his boyfriend. So it must be a video call. Him and his stupid desire to always look at each other even through a screen. "Wow, you are sweaty." He laughs, no reason to be suspicious about it.
"Jiji is busy," Zoro mocks, with a slow drag of his hips. "You got a problem with him goin' out?" As if he's not the exact same, as if he wasn't so much worse, as if this isn't the most hypocritical he has even been. "Guess I get it, he's a pretty little thing."
"Well, it- it's just been a while," Ace sputters. Fragile, gentle, not one for confrontation. He tries, though. "I'd like to see him." As confident as he can pose himself to be.
"Ah, but of course," A demon awakened, a dangerous glint in his eye as he turns his gaze to Sanji. "Hold this a sec, doll," He instructs. And Sanji, for whatever possible reason, like a man posessed, gently curls his fingers around the phone. The camera pointed in his direction, his flushed face and bare chest sure to be in full view. "Keep it steady, will you?"
"Uhm, uh, hi, babe," Sanji is unsure why he is still pretending that all of this is normal, a facade thinner than a tissue that is quickly burning up. Confused as to why he is still attempting to come up with an excuse when the situation is already so obvious. Because as sweet and forgiving as Ace is, anyone as normal as that would run as far and fast as they could when presented with a scenario like this. "What's goi- ah- going on?"
"Hey, uh, are you…?" He does not sound as angry as he should. It must be the shock.
"C'mon, curls, be honest with the poor guy," Zoro demands, as he starts thrusting at a tortorously slow pace. "Let him know he has a total slut on his hands," He gropes Sanji's chest, even if only because he knows it's in view of the camera. "That you need a real man to keep you in line."
Sanji cries, because he has the nerve to be upset about the guilt weighing in his stomach, looking at Ace on his screen through his wet lashes. His cock spurts pre over his abdomen as the conflicting emotions and sensations overwhelm him until a trail of drool escapes from the corner of his mouth. He's already falling apart after so little time wiith Zoro's dick splitting him open. A weight, a pull at his rim that is so delicious and he has missed so dearly.
"Say it, baby, c'mon," He encourages, thumb caressing Sanji's jaw before finding his chin, his lips, pushing into his mouth to press down on his tongue. "Speak up about your needs."
"You- You're too gentle with me," Sanji confesses. "Too nice, and I need it rough," His speech is warbled as Zoro pushes out his cheek from inside. "And your… Your dick isn't big enough for me, especially when you spend so long stretching me." His complaints are unfair, and he knows it, but that does not make it less true.
Though he does not get a chance to see how Ace reacts, because the phone is taken from his hold.
"Oh, gross," Zoro laughs, holding the object up high above his head so the camera can capture as much as possible. "You like this shit?" As he speeds up his pace. "Have fun with your sad little dick, I'm taking your bitch." Before he hangs up, putting the phone back where it once was.
He is robbed of any chance to protest as Zoro pulls him closer by his thighs and starts pounding into him, his cries echoing through the open space of the woods, soft cock flopping around as the rough thrusts shake his whole body. Dazed, no longer so confident that this is real, no longer sure if his head is even still secured to his body. If it is, then it's not screwed on right.
Their lips connect in a feverish kiss, with teeth digging into his lip almost like their intent is to draw blood, tugging at the soft flesh to maul him alive.
Sanji shakes as an orgasm catches him off guard, gasping and wailing as Zoro's tongue disruptively pushes into his mouth. All consuming and seeking for his deepest secrets. Becuase it's impossible for Sanji to hide anything from this man. Bound together by an invisible force, destined to keep clashing, the sides of a magnet that are forever pulling toward each other. A natural disaster neither of them will ever get away from.
There's nothing all that special about it. There is no specific technique, it doesn't last long, there are barely any words exchanged. Sloppy and painful and actually quite bad from a purely objective point of view. But it's good, it's all he could ever ask for, because it's Zoro.
It's over so quick that Sanji almost mourns that he did not enjoy it more. Even as a dopey smile forces itself upon his face when he feels Zoro spill deep inside him, heat spreading through his stomach as he spurts another few sad drops of cum over his own body. Spent, satiated and with no strength left in his limbs.
"What did I do?" He whispers, as he starts coming to his senses.
Zoro pulls out and pushes the plug back in before any of his cum can escape, rewarding Sanji with a souvenir for the ultimate betrayal of his boyfriend's trust.
"I'll take you home," Zoro offers, with no room for arguments, as he assists Sanji in getting dressed and places an all too gentle peck on his lips. It's the last thing he deserves right now, but Zoro has always had a funny habit of doing things the exact opposite direction of what is normal.
And the drive is mostly silent, with the ocassional sad sniffles from Sanji as the feeling slowly returns to his legs, staring out the window and feeling his chest tighten as the surroundings become more familiar. Though he initially thought he could avoid Ace a little longer by staying over at his ex's place, he quickly realises that this is very much the route to his own apartment instead. Meaning he will have to instantly face the consequences of his own actions. And he actually finds comfort in the knowledge that Zoro will be there, that there is someone that can catch him when he inevitably falls through and becomes the worst version of himself again.
His legs feel weak for a completely different reason as they walk up to the door, his heart in his throat over the fact Zoro is walking him to the very door, holding his breath as the ring of the doorbell fades out.
There is stumbling on the other side, before the door cracks open to a burning-bright-red Ace.
Sanji does not get a chance to get a single word out before he is sweeped into a dip and kiss by Zoro, tongue cramming into his mouth the exact same way as before, scraping out the guttural moan that escapes his throat. Hands clawing and groping at his ass, pulling at the plump cheeks to add some pressure on the replaced plug.
He beats against Zoro's chest once, twice, before he melts into the exchange and has to rely on the other man to keep him from sinking to the floor.
When they part, an obscene string of saliva drags between them for several seconds before it finally snaps. The door still open, Ace stood within the frame, his jaw slack and eyes wide, a singular drip of blood seeping from his nose ever so slowly like a mockery of Sanji's own habit.
"Look at this loser," Zoro scoffs, prodding his fingers into the seam of Sanji's pants. "He wants my sloppy seconds."
Ace swallows thickly, laboured enough that it can be heard.
"Even left you a treat, ain't that nice of me?" He teases, as his hand roams over Sanji's hip, pinching the flesh of his belly as he briefly dips below his shirt.. "You can taste the cum of a man that knows how to fuck, right from my slut's loose little hole." With a laugh, before he turns to Sanji properly again. "Pick you up tomorrow, curls, we got a lotta dates and fucks to catch up on."
Sanji flushes, agreeing with a short nod. Testing his luck even further, he closes the distance and presses a lingering kiss to Zoro's mouth on his own accord, his tongue shyly prodding between the man's lips until they can lick against each other once more. The idea of doing this right in front of the man he currently calls his boyfriend is still making his fatigued cock twitch. He could keep doing this for hours, as the betrayal keeps feeling more like the right thing to do.
With a few more kisses, Sanji finally convinces himself to pull away, all but skipping into the apartment as Zoro gives him another smack on the ass for good measure. It feels even better when Ace only dares to place a nervous kiss against his cheek and touches him no further.
Somehow, within the next hour, Sanji ends up looking through his old photos with Zoro and exchanging excited texts with his ex as Ace licks his hole clean with an enthusiasm his tongue has never shown before, possibly rutting his cock against the mattress whilst he does (although that is none of Sanji's concern).
It becomes a regular thing, soon enough.
Zoro picks him up, all but fucks him in front of Ace. Takes him out for several hours on a fun date that ends in Sanji getting bent over some surface, fills up his hole with plenty of cum. Brings him home, makes sure to really hammer it in that Ace is only there for decoration with another sloppy makeout that leaves Sanji dazed and heart eyed in front of the door, and Ace gets to clean up at the end of the day as thanks to Zoro for helping his boyfriend cheat.
Naturally, it's only a matter of time before Ace gets to watch, with his useless dick locked in a cage that Zoro holds the key to, just to make sure he doesn't get any funny ideas about using Sanji's ass for himself. It's not like he even needs to touch himself to cum anymore, after all.