On Dressrosa, there is a dress code. Kin’emeon shows them the illustration with the suits. Then he uses his Devil’s Fruit powers to give them suits. And Zoro looks fucking hot in his suit.
Sanji doesn’t even pause, latching onto Zoro’s wrist, calling over his shoulder “Zoro needs to use the restroom and I don’t want him to get lost.”
“I don’t have to–”
“You do. Shut up.”
Sanji gets him into the restroom and into a stall, and Zoro has to scramble to adjust his katanas because the stall is not meant for two people. Sanji doesn’t care, and he swipes a hand across his nostrils, then grabs Zoro in a kiss that is bloody, wet and filthy, and Zoro makes a tea kettle sound that Sanji adores and it turns him on even more.
He does his best to devour Zoro, hungrily feeding from his lips, breaths mingling, hearts thudding, fire licking along his spine. He grabs Zoro tight against him, pressing them crotch to crotch, showing Zoro exactly what he’s done to Sanji. He is desperate for this man in that suit and even if the building fell down around their heads he is not going to stop from getting what he wants.
With a few deft movements, Zoro’s trousers are around his ankles, katanas clattering on the floor, and Sanji is fumbling in his pocket for the oil. He has to break the kiss to open it, and Zoro blinks at him dazedly, panting and flushed. “You brought lube?”
“It’s not lube. It’s cooking oil.”
Zoro barks a sudden laugh and declares, “I love you,” like Sanji did something perfect, and Sanji can’t take it any more.
He turns Zoro around, bends him over, using his fingers to grease him up. Zoro pushes back into him, making breathy little noises, and it's all Sanji can do not to come in his pants. But he wants to fill Zoro up, mark him in a base way, so he’ll remember who his gorgeous fucking ass belongs to while he’s walking around in that suit.
Sanji punches into Zoro with several short thrusts of his slicked cock, earning a pleased whine from Zoro. That whine turns into grunts, curses, and moans as Sanji reams him hard, taking what he wants. The slapping sound of skin against skin is loud in the restroom. Sanji watches as red marks bloom on Zoro’s ass where his pelvis hits, finger marks appearing on his hips, and knows that he’ll bruise.
Want and possession and obsession drive Sanji further into frenzied desire. He fucks Zoro nearly off his feet, drinking in all the unrestrained sounds Zoro makes, and he thinks, this is mine, all mine, just mine as he pounds Zoro’s pretty ass. He is not going to give this up. He will never give this up. Zoro is his and his alone, and always will be his and his alone, his candy virgin ass shaped and molded by Sanji’s own hands to be everything he wants and needs and desires.
Zoro whines Sanji’s name with begging in his tone and Sanji grunts permission and Zoro immediately starts jacking himself as Sanji hammers into him. He can feel his orgasm building behind his balls, tightening his shoulders, and he slams home several more times before climax hits. His brain goes fuzzy, breath yanking from his chest, as he unloads deep inside Zoro with a hard shudder.
When he comes back to himself, he can hear Zoro’s hand working, feel the jerking movements, and he bends over Zoro’s back to suck a claiming kiss on the nape of his neck. He murmurs a command that Zoro follows immediately, ass spasming and clenching around Sanji’s length, milking him dry, as Zoro paints the toilet seat with white, ropey strands of cum.
Sanji waits, holding on, resting chest to back, as Zoro comes down from his own high. He presses a kiss to the mark on the nape of Zoro’s neck before letting go. He enjoys the sight of Zoro’s slicked, reddened hole as he pulls out, uses the toilet paper to clean up, and fixes his trousers. Zoro waits like he’s on display, bruises slowly blooming on his ass and hips, suit trousers around his ankles and shirt and jacket rucked up his lower back. Sanji decides Zoro looks even hotter wearing his suit like this and makes a note to buy a real one in town once they’re done with why they’d come to Dressrosa.
He gets Zoro straightened out but doesn’t clean him up, wanting to leave him dripping, and smirks at the dopey-satisfied look on Zoro’s face. He loves his man, fiercely and ferociously, and all the beautiful women in the world wouldn’t make him give this up. He is still a gentleman, ladies are still lucious, and Zoro doesn't care how much he flirts and swoons, because Zoro knows where Sanji’s heart lies.
Sanji leans in and brushes a soft kiss against Zoro’s ear, making his earrings chime. “Love you, too, precious,” he murmurs, and watches as pink blooms on Zoro’s cheeks. He smiles, grabs Zoro's wrist again, and leads them out of the restroom to join their friends.
End