[ sanji hates him more than ever, watching him from the other side of the deck where he burns up a huge part of his cigarette from the deep inhale at watching that stretch, eyes locked upon the wide frame of zoro's bare chest. everyone else is roaming around on the grassy deck of the sunny, but only sanji seems to actually be giving zoro any direct attention. ]
[ if he touches him around other eyes, it's through a fight, gripping hard at fabric like a threat, foreheads bracing hard together. anything even possibly affection or intimate stays a secret. ]
[ sanji scoffs out loud, because for one thing, it'll always annoy him when zoro reads into him so well and calls him out, but also because vocalizing the things he wants isn't something sanji ever does. he's not supposed to want for anything, even with zoro. even with something like this.
he doesn't immediately answer, taking a minute to just smoke his cigarette. ]
i want to go inside let me press my dick between them
( zoro's got to push him, otherwise they won't get anywhere. it can seem like sanji wants everything that's happening behind closed doors, but sometimes zoro just really needs to hear it so he doesn't feel so damn alone in his wants. it's exhausting, sometimes, but he thinks — for some stupid fucking reason — that sanji's worth all this extra effort.
[ it probably shouldn't be so complicated but with sanji's history, it still feels weird sometimes to be asked at all about his wants, and it's especially strange when it comes from zoro. not because zoro seems like he wouldn't care, but because a part of him always knows that the other man would give it to him, if asked. some days, he doesn't know what to do with that. at least with sex, it gives him the practice of getting accustomed to it. ]
( getting right down to it, zoro's really just a simple man. everything is black or white with no shades of grey in between. once he makes a decision, he sticks with it and really can't be swayed in any other direction, no matter how much he may physically stray from a beaten path. that's, at least, one of the reasons why it's easy for him to give sanji what he wants — even if he can't voice it yet or even consciously know he wants it. it's just something so simple and easy.
plus, he enjoys it. there's something he gets from sanji he wouldn't get anywhere else. no reason to deny himself something good. )
[ ok. it really is that simple. it's funny how a conversation like this can go so easily when the two of them can argue endlessly about everything else. not like sanji helps too much with that, with how much he bucks against zoro through nearly every interaction. ]
( yeah, it's that easy. it's probably always going to be that easy, and maybe one of these days sanji will get it. zoro's not really holding out for that to happen, so he'll take what he can get when he can get it.
as per his usual, zoro doesn't bother responding and after reading that and waiting a minute or two, he rolls up to his feet and, yeah, saunters across the deck toward their rendezvous point. doesn't seem out of the ordinary because that's typically where zoro spends his time, anyway.
when he gets up there, he stands there for a moment trying to figure out the logistics of this, but... well, this kind of thing isn't his strong suit. so, he opts for sitting on the floor for now, relaxed, as he waits for sanji to join him. )
[ sanji enjoys another cigarette in the meanwhile, watching as zoro stands up, choosing to stay right where he is so it isn't so obvious that he intends to follow after him. hard to say if the others have already caught on to their little affair; robin's probably pieced it together, at least, since there isn't much that tends to escape her eyes or ears (sometimes literally with her ability), but if anyone else knows, no one's said a thing.
it doesn't have to be a secret, but sanji keeps guarding this thing like keeping it from being known keeps it from being real, and the more real it gets, the less he's sure in whether or not he could break it.
he takes his time in finishing his cigarette before he tosses out the remaining stub, finally slipping away from the deck, climbing up a ladder he's used time and time again for sneaking meetings like this. ]
Oi. [ he mutters quietly once he's up there, saying nothing else as he lowers himself onto zoro's lap, palms bracing against either side of his neck as he presses their mouths together for an impatient kiss. ]
( sanji takes his sweet time coming up here and zoro's beginning to wonder if he got cold feet about it. wouldn't be the first time, probably. it's annoying, sure, because any time sanji mentions anything sexual, zoro's switch is flipped pretty quickly so he's ready to go. being made to wait is annoying, especially because most of the time sanji doesn't even do it to be a shithead, he does it because he's a fucking wuss.
turns out meditation is pretty good for forcing away a boner in a pinch.
so, he's in the process of contemplating if he wants to go ahead and do that or just take a nap when he hears the click of sanji's fancy little shoes on the rungs of the ladder coming up. there's a self-satisfied smirk on his lips when he cracks an eye open to look at him as he crests through the door. he's full and ready to snap something, but before he can really even do that, sanji's in his lap ( ??? ) right away and kissing him.
well, that's a surprise. a welcome one, though.
zoro's hands slide up sanji's thighs and don't stop until they mould around the curve of his ass. he squeezes, tugs him impossibly closer, and tips his head up to return that kiss — a little more patient, but no less hungry. he rumbles a pleased noise in the back of his throat as his fingers move in a knead, almost coaxing sanji to grind against him. )
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ur just being more of a pain in the ass than usual
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then he thinks he's figured it out. )
cant stop looking can you love cook
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shut up
you're distracting
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u pent up or something that u cant stop looking
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just annoyed
[ so yes. ]
keep them out like that and i'm gonna grab them and squeeze like hell
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then i'll chomp hard with my teeth so you feel it
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i'll fuck them
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sure u will
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i know what you're doing
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whats ur point
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ur the one who started bitching for no reason
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[ that's. yeah, that was his reason. ]
you're the asshole looking like that
out here where i can't touch you
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( he looks over at sanji, boring a hole into his head from across the ship. )
ask me
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[ if he touches him around other eyes, it's through a fight, gripping hard at fabric like a threat, foreheads bracing hard together. anything even possibly affection or intimate stays a secret. ]
ask you what
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dont play coy
i hate that shit when u do it
just ask me what u want
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he doesn't immediately answer, taking a minute to just smoke his cigarette. ]
i want to go inside
let me press my dick between them
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that's annoying as shit.
that's why he pushes a little bit more. )
between what
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between your tits
i want to come all over them
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plus, he enjoys it. there's something he gets from sanji he wouldn't get anywhere else. no reason to deny himself something good. )
ok
now?
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yeah now
training room
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as per his usual, zoro doesn't bother responding and after reading that and waiting a minute or two, he rolls up to his feet and, yeah, saunters across the deck toward their rendezvous point. doesn't seem out of the ordinary because that's typically where zoro spends his time, anyway.
when he gets up there, he stands there for a moment trying to figure out the logistics of this, but... well, this kind of thing isn't his strong suit. so, he opts for sitting on the floor for now, relaxed, as he waits for sanji to join him. )
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it doesn't have to be a secret, but sanji keeps guarding this thing like keeping it from being known keeps it from being real, and the more real it gets, the less he's sure in whether or not he could break it.
he takes his time in finishing his cigarette before he tosses out the remaining stub, finally slipping away from the deck, climbing up a ladder he's used time and time again for sneaking meetings like this. ]
Oi. [ he mutters quietly once he's up there, saying nothing else as he lowers himself onto zoro's lap, palms bracing against either side of his neck as he presses their mouths together for an impatient kiss. ]
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turns out meditation is pretty good for forcing away a boner in a pinch.
so, he's in the process of contemplating if he wants to go ahead and do that or just take a nap when he hears the click of sanji's fancy little shoes on the rungs of the ladder coming up. there's a self-satisfied smirk on his lips when he cracks an eye open to look at him as he crests through the door. he's full and ready to snap something, but before he can really even do that, sanji's in his lap ( ??? ) right away and kissing him.
well, that's a surprise. a welcome one, though.
zoro's hands slide up sanji's thighs and don't stop until they mould around the curve of his ass. he squeezes, tugs him impossibly closer, and tips his head up to return that kiss — a little more patient, but no less hungry. he rumbles a pleased noise in the back of his throat as his fingers move in a knead, almost coaxing sanji to grind against him. )