[ 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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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.