( this isn't an unusual affair, luffy running off as soon as they dock and zoro having to run after him to corral him into some kind of order, but it hasn't happened in a while. luffy takes off like a shot and like an old habit rearing its ugly head, zoro takes off without a second thought. somehow it's easier to do now, knowing that if he disappears, sanji will be there to pick up the slack.
of course, he doesn't know that sanji's the one left behind on the ship while the others disembark to see whatever else the island has to offer.
eventually, he does catch up to luffy and the two of them wander together before suddenly luffy is lost and zoro's left standing alone in the middle of a copse of lemon trees. it's fragrant in a way he hadn't really expected and somehow when he looks at the branches with the yellow citrus hanging heavy among the green leaves, it makes him think of the stupid cook. zoro's lips push up into a small scowl that he's so easily swayed by a stupid color.
before he even realizes what he's doing, he's reaching up to pluck the fruit from the trees until he's laden with them. having to carry all these back is going to be annoying, so he takes his shirt off to tie them up into it, hangs it off the handle of one of his swords as he makes his way back to the ship.
which, of course, takes a bit longer than anyone else might take to get back. but, that's not his fault. it's never his fault.
anyway.
he boards the ship, curious at how quiet it is. instantly, his hackles are raised; someone always watches the ship and now no one's to be found. he doesn't like the implication of it. he searches the ship, checking everywhere and only winds up in the bunks last. what he sees actually stops him in his tracks. so, the idiot love cook is the one who got left behind to watch and he's in here being filthy in zoro's bed, with zoro's jacket, thinking about zoro.
nice.
for a few moments he just stands there watching him, feeling his own cock fill with interest as it tends to whenever sanji does anything remotely alluring. considering this is downright obscene, he's on a quicker path to arousal. quietly he sets the makeshift sack of lemons down, removes his swords, heads over toward the bed, )
[ everything else vanishes. the gentle rocking of the ship against light waves, the squawking of birds taking off from the island's trees, the loneliness of being on his own in the cabin. because in his mind, zoro is here with him, urging his legs to spread further β which he does, toes curling to lift himself higher off of them, like he can somehow offer a better angle to be fucked β and then thrusting in deep inside of him. his hole might be empty now but it takes little to recall the sensation of zoro stretching him open, the thrilling rub of where he likes it most.
he moans again, eyes still screwed tight with heavier pants from his lips, fingers twisting into a tighter fist to stroke harder.
and then he hears his voice, so clearly that he's surprised by how clear his fantasy can be, before it jolts him into opening his eyes, the surprise dropping him into the mattress as his feet give out from lifting himself. ]
Fuck, what are youβ!? [ lifting himself on an elbow, he gives a squeeze to his cock on impulse, like he could somehow calm it down that way instead of making it worse. his instinct is to try to cover up what he'd been doing, just because that would be the most sensible thing to do, but β including the boner's that poking out from under the jacket that's definitely not his, and whatever obscene noises he'd been making just seconds ago, there's honestly little worth bothering to hide.
but sanji and stubbornness are old friends, so he hisses between his teeth, even as he still breathes hard, his face a complete fluster. ]
( by the time sanji's done spluttering all over himself, zoro's beside the bed. his gaze rakes over sanji beneath his jacket and he can see where he's hard beneath it — as if he hadn't when he'd been standing near the door — and he wets his lips. it's rare when he doesn't feel a low, simmering banked heat for sanji just regularly, but it's grown into an inferno as he's watching him and it's a little obvious just how turned on it's made him.
his fingers flex at his side; this is a test of his willpower, his patience. he just wants to jump on sanji right now and fuck him into the mattress. how could he not? this is one of the more overt ways sanji's shown he's actually into him; zoro rarely — if ever — gets that kind of thing from him. of course he wants to jump on it.
but, he refrains from touching him. for the moment.
he doesn't even bother answering sanji's questions. no point in it. and sanji probably knows already that he's not going to entertain them. )
Keep going. ( his voice is low, there's an edge of demanding in his tone. he wants to see more. feels like he needs it. ) Show me what you'd be doing if I wasn't here.
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of course, he doesn't know that sanji's the one left behind on the ship while the others disembark to see whatever else the island has to offer.
eventually, he does catch up to luffy and the two of them wander together before suddenly luffy is lost and zoro's left standing alone in the middle of a copse of lemon trees. it's fragrant in a way he hadn't really expected and somehow when he looks at the branches with the yellow citrus hanging heavy among the green leaves, it makes him think of the stupid cook. zoro's lips push up into a small scowl that he's so easily swayed by a stupid color.
before he even realizes what he's doing, he's reaching up to pluck the fruit from the trees until he's laden with them. having to carry all these back is going to be annoying, so he takes his shirt off to tie them up into it, hangs it off the handle of one of his swords as he makes his way back to the ship.
which, of course, takes a bit longer than anyone else might take to get back. but, that's not his fault. it's never his fault.
anyway.
he boards the ship, curious at how quiet it is. instantly, his hackles are raised; someone always watches the ship and now no one's to be found. he doesn't like the implication of it. he searches the ship, checking everywhere and only winds up in the bunks last. what he sees actually stops him in his tracks. so, the idiot love cook is the one who got left behind to watch and he's in here being filthy in zoro's bed, with zoro's jacket, thinking about zoro.
nice.
for a few moments he just stands there watching him, feeling his own cock fill with interest as it tends to whenever sanji does anything remotely alluring. considering this is downright obscene, he's on a quicker path to arousal. quietly he sets the makeshift sack of lemons down, removes his swords, heads over toward the bed, )
What are you cursing me for, Cook?
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he moans again, eyes still screwed tight with heavier pants from his lips, fingers twisting into a tighter fist to stroke harder.
and then he hears his voice, so clearly that he's surprised by how clear his fantasy can be, before it jolts him into opening his eyes, the surprise dropping him into the mattress as his feet give out from lifting himself. ]
Fuck, what are youβ!? [ lifting himself on an elbow, he gives a squeeze to his cock on impulse, like he could somehow calm it down that way instead of making it worse. his instinct is to try to cover up what he'd been doing, just because that would be the most sensible thing to do, but β including the boner's that poking out from under the jacket that's definitely not his, and whatever obscene noises he'd been making just seconds ago, there's honestly little worth bothering to hide.
but sanji and stubbornness are old friends, so he hisses between his teeth, even as he still breathes hard, his face a complete fluster. ]
Whenβ when the hell did you get back?
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his fingers flex at his side; this is a test of his willpower, his patience. he just wants to jump on sanji right now and fuck him into the mattress. how could he not? this is one of the more overt ways sanji's shown he's actually into him; zoro rarely — if ever — gets that kind of thing from him. of course he wants to jump on it.
but, he refrains from touching him. for the moment.
he doesn't even bother answering sanji's questions. no point in it. and sanji probably knows already that he's not going to entertain them. )
Keep going. ( his voice is low, there's an edge of demanding in his tone. he wants to see more. feels like he needs it. ) Show me what you'd be doing if I wasn't here.