The Straw Hat crew sailed off victorious from another routing of the local tyrant, with their bellies full, their treasure horde fuller, and a giant barrel of speciality mead. Franky had manhandled the barrel into the Aquarium Bar, where it sat, beckoning, until night had fallen and the Thousand Sunny was well out to sea.
The mead tasted like strawberries and apricot and seemed to contain its own aphrodisiac because the crew couldn’t get enough. The ten of them gathered in the Aquarium Bar for a tasting, only to drown themselves rather quickly. Even Zoro was loose-limbed after drinking half the barrel himself.
Chopper was the first to pass out and Jinbe volunteered to take him to bed. Jinbe stumbled off with Chopper in his arms and didn’t return. That left the remaining Straw Hats in the Aquarium Bar, dizzy with alcohol but not black-out drunk. Brook had put on a recording of his concerts and the music caused the fish tank to vibrate. The lights had been dimmed, creating a cozy atmosphere in which to drink.
The Aquarium Bar was on the aft main deck of the Sunny. A floor to ceiling aquarium stretched along three walls, with fanfare curtains hanging from it. Saltwater fish swam inside, some large, some small, some dinner, some not. Sand coated the bottom and pieces of coral and rock wove upward to provide decoration and places to hide. Beneath the aquarium, a plush sofa had been built, wide enough for a person to lie down comfortably. In the center of the room stood a service elevator that had a dumbwaiter to the kitchen. Around it was an attached table and chairs bolted to the floor. Nooks and cubbies were scattered beneath furniture and in the walls. Near the door to the main deck, stretching under and around the windows, stood a wine refrigerator and shelves of alcohol.
Most of the crew was sprawled out on the checker-patterned tile floor. The tapped barrel of mead was nearly empty. Fat steins used to scoop out the potent drink were clutched in unsteady hands or tipped onto the floor. Luffy hung upside-down from the couch, his bare feet resting against the aquarium glass. Usopp had his elbows on the couch beside him, grinning stupidly as he wove a silly story. Robin leaned against Franky, the two of them propped against the wine refrigerator. Nami was sprawled on her stomach, kicking her legs in the air. Brook lay on his back beside her, conducting and singing along to the music. Everyone was happily drunk, especially Sanji.
Sanji sat straddled on Zoro’s lap, devouring Zoro’s mouth with hungry, horny kisses. The mead made his mind spin and his balance unsteady. Zoro was sitting on the floor, his back to the sofa. He was shirtless and sans haramaki, his coat having been discarded hours ago. It rested over the back of a chair, with his swords propped against it. Sanji was fully dressed still, in shirttails and a tie. Sanji’s hands skimmed over Zoro’s bare chest as they kissed, squeezing the muscle, pinching a nipple. Zoro moaned into his mouth from enjoyment.
They’d been together long enough that Sanji felt comfortable molesting Zoro in front of everyone. Granted, he was drunk, but Zoro was willing and Sanji desperately needed to feel Zoro’s muscular chest. Sanji ground his hips down on the erection he felt running along Zoro’s thigh. His tongue tangled against Zoro’s, saliva stretching between their lips. Sanji could feel Zoro’s strong hands clenching and unclenching over Sanji’s hip bones.
Sanji bit down hard on Zoro’s lower lip, eliciting a sharp inhale and another deep, throaty groan. Sanji licked his tongue over the bite, tasting blood. Zoro was such a slut for pain. Sanji loved it. He dove back in for another kiss, possessing Zoro’s mouth like he possessed Zoro’s body – unrelentingly and unashamed. He ground again on Zoro’s lap, his own cock hard and digging into the zipper of his trousers. He was so horny it hurt. He was also drunk enough to do something about it, right now.
Zoro’s mouth was swollen and red from the kisses and biting when Sanji pulled away. Sanji licked up the side of his cheek. “I’m going to fuck this pretty mouth of yours,” he purred in Zoro’s ear.
“Fuck.” Zoro bucked his hips against Sanji’s ass.
Anticipation tingled in Sanji’s gut. He turned his head, looking over at his nakama, who’d been half-ignoring Sanji’s make-out session with Zoro. Alcohol made him bold. He’d been toying with this fantasy off and on for months, and they were all drunk enough that he might get away with it. “I’m going to fuck Zoro’s face. Hope you don’t mind the show.”
Usopp stopped mid-sentence to stare at Sanji, agog. “In front of ush?!” he exclaimed, with a slur to his word.
Luffy cackled. “Awesome! I wanna watch.”
Nami put her fingers between her lips and whistled a catcall. Franky shouted, “You get ‘em, bro!” Robin giggled softly behind her hand, her eyes dark and swirling from drink. Brook turned onto his stomach, mimicking Nami’s posture, kicking his feet into the air.
The positive response sent Sanji into the stratosphere of lust. He rounded on Zoro, voice thick with want. “Better say Eirik now, or everyone’s going to watch me bang your beautiful face.”
Zoro’s eye went wide and his hands convulsed on Sanji’s hips. A flush of arousal spread across Zoro’s face. Sanji didn’t know if Zoro was drunk enough to do this, or still sober and wanted to do it anyway. He held his breath, his cock aching to be down Zoro’s throat. Then he heard the magic words. “Do it.”
“Fuck.” Sanji attacked Zoro’s mouth again with his own, drinking him down, claiming what was his. Then, he pushed up to his feet, his hands fumbling with his belt and zipper, drunkenness making him clumsy. He cut a glance at his nakama as he finally freed his erection and saw they were watching with greedy anticipation. Even Usopp stared. Sanji might come before he even got into Zoro’s mouth. Having them watch had been a kink Sanji wanted to fulfill for a long, long time.
Sanji dragged his gaze back to Zoro and saw that Zoro had tilted his head back onto the sofa cushion, mouth slightly parted, waiting for him. Sanji dashed his wrist beneath his nose, wiping the blood away, before stepping closer and dragging his leaking cockhead against Zoro’s lips. “Show me the proper reverence, you gorgeous fuck.”
Zoro kissed Sanji’s cockhead, then darted out his tongue to lick at the slit. Sanji exhaled heavily, desire slamming into him. His Zoro was such a good boy. Sanji didn’t hold back any longer, pressing his cock between Zoro’s lips, slowly penetrating the hot, wet heat of his mouth. Zoro’s eyelid fluttered shut as Sanji kept sinking into him, sliding down Zoro’s willing throat. Sanji slid his hand beneath Zoro’s neck, feeling the bulge of Sanji’s cock choking him.
Sanji stood with his hips flush against Zoro’s mouth and nose, watching as Zoro’s face began to redden from lack of air. He waited until Zoro began to struggle, then waited some more. He knew exactly how long it took before Zoro passed out. He’d gotten permission to fuck Zoro’s face after he’d passed out one night and it had caused one hell of an orgasm. He squeezed his hand against Zoro’s throat, choking him harder, until he saw the telltale rolling of Zoro’s eye. He drew his hips back quickly, pulling himself completely from Zoro’s mouth. Zoro gasped for breath, chest heaving, head rolling on the sofa cushion.
Sanji didn’t give him long. He plunged his erection back into Zoro’s mouth and down his throat. Sanji began fucking Zoro’s face in earnest, listening to Zoro struggle to breathe between the pumps of his hips. He felt the repeated bump of his cock driving down Zoro’s throat beneath his hand. Zoro clasped helplessly at Sanji’s legs. His reddened lips were stretched tight around Sanji’s cock, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth. His short, gasping breaths gusted hotly from his nose against the damp length of Sanji’s erection.
Sanji tangled his other hand in Zoro’s hair, plowing roughly, hips snapping, clothing hitting Zoro’s face. The tight, wet heat surrounding his erection was heaven. A soft sound tickled Sanji’s ears and he turned his head. His audience was eating it up. Luffy had flipped upright and was leaning forward with a hungry expression in his eyes. Usopp stared at them with slackened lips and lustful drool. Nami and Brook had both moved closer, sitting on their knees. Nami squirmed, her thighs clenched together.
He looked the other direction. Franky and Robin had moved as well, to get a better view. Robin was sitting on Franky’s lap and Franky’s hands were caressing her breasts over her shirt. They both watched Sanji fuck Zoro’s face with unhidden depravedness. The potent alcohol hummed in Sanji’s veins, and that of his nakama, turning the Aquarium Bar into a den of iniquity. The scent of arousal permeated the air.
Sanji’s orgasm, when it came, rocked him back on his heels. He pumped his hips in a jagged rhythm until he spilled down Zoro’s throat. He felt Zoro trying to swallow around him, inadvertently milking him, and it pulled a ragged moan from his throat. When the sensitivity became too much, he pulled free from Zoro’s lips, staggering back a step. Orgasm and alcohol caused the world to spin.
Sanji caught his breath and opened his eyes. Zoro looked desecrated, panting heavily, mouth bright red, his chin damp from drool. “You’re fucking gorgeous after you’re used.”
Zoro watched him through a heavy-lidded eye as Sanji tucked himself away. Sanji continued looking at Zoro as he said, “Who wants a turn with his face?”
“Me!” Nami drunkenly shouted with eagerness. She clammored to her feet and nearly fell over. Brook caught her before she crashed back onto the floor.
Sanji waited for Zoro to say the safe word. The only thing Zoro did was lick his lips. Sanji nearly passed out on the spot. Zoro was fucking into it, like he’d been into everything Sanji had done to him. “You’re fucking perfect, marimo,” Sanji told him before kissing him soundly, tasting his own cum on Zoro’s tongue.
He drew back, shifted his weight, and purposely stepped on Zoro’s erection. He heard Zoro’s gasp of pained desire. Sanji ground his heel down on Zoro’s length. “Make it good for them, shit swordsman.”
“I will,” Zoro promised roughly as Sanji crushed down more on his cock.
Sanji’s lips curved with wicked delight. He stepped away from Zoro and folded himself onto the floor. He glanced over at Nami, who was shimmying out of her panties. She wore a flared skirt and tank top, with no shoes. She flung her panties at Brook’s face. Brook caught them and swooned. “Nami-san’s panties!”
Nami wobbled when she stepped over Zoro’s legs. Zoro’s head was still tilted back on the sofa and she eagerly straddled his face. The length of the skirt hid Zoro’s head from view, preventing anyone from seeing. Nami’s greedy, drunken grin turned into a wanton moan that echoed in the bar. Sanji wished he could see, but if he did, he’d likely pass out from blood loss. Instead, he watched with gleeful depravity as Nami circled her hips, her head falling back, her hands clutching at the head through her skirt.
Movement caught Sanji’s attention. Luffy’s shorts went winging across the room. He was standing in a crouch on the sofa, erection hanging between his legs. He grabbed it with a fist and began tugging as he watched Nami getting off. Usopp, beside Luffy, alternated between staring at Nami and staring at what Luffy was doing. Brook had shimmed out of his own trousers and was pulling Nami’s panties up his skeleton legs.
Fucking hell, Sanji had crated a drunken bacchanalia. It was awesome. He was going to send a thank you basket to the island for providing them with the mead.
Nami was making tiny mewing noises, grinding down on Zoro’s face. Sanji checked Robin and Franky. Robin’s brown button-down shirt was now open and Franky’s fingers were tugging and rolling her nipples beneath the cover of the material. She had her head back on his shoulder, breathing heavily, watching Nami with heady eyes.
Sanji drew his attention back to Zoro, who had his hands on the back of Nami’s thighs, urging her to fuck his face. Nami’s hips rocked wildly now, her expression twisted into ecstasy. Sanji plugged his nose when he saw her climax, her upper body folding over Zoro’s head with a high-pitched whimper. Sanji reached between his own legs and pinched his cock, which had grown hard again beneath his trousers.
Nami practically collapsed when she slid from Zoro’s face. She staggered around him and flopped onto the couch, above Robin and Franky. She fanned herself. “Zoro-kun has an excellent mouth.”
Sanji saw Zoro’s lower face covered in Nami’s juices. He started to move, to lick Zoro clean, to taste Nami secondhand. But Luffy shouted, “My turn!” and pounced on Zoro’s face. Luffy pressed his feet onto Zoro’s shoulders, standing in a crouch, and shoved his erection into Zoro’s mouth. He began fucking Zoro’s face wildly, rutting with grunting noises. Sanji saw Zoro’s hands flail slightly and he knew Zoro’s throat was getting reamed.
Luffy didn’t last long and he came with a ragged shout. Sanji saw that Robin was already getting up and shimmying out of her shorts. Her white panties came next, which she tossed to Brook as well. Brook inhaled them and sang, “Robin-san’s panties!” The gap in Robin’s open shirt exposed her womanhood to Sanji’s view. His eyes widened, his nose exploded with blood, his head spun dizzily, and he passed out.
When Sanji regained consciousness, Robin was straddling Zoro’s face, the tails of her shirt hiding the view. Luffy was passed out on the floor, his limp dick hanging over his thigh, snoring loudly. Wearing both sets of panties, Brook had moved to stretch out on the couch, his head near Zoro’s, getting a close up view. Usopp had lowered his targeting goggles and was watching from the couch, as well. Franky’s speedos had disappeared and he was pumping his hand around an erection that came close to matching Zoro’s thick log. Sanji briefly wondered if it was modified, but then Robin made a throaty sound and Sanji was scrambling past Franky to be able to see.
Nami rolled bonelessly out of the way, creating room for Sanji on the couch. Sanji used his tie to plug his nostrils before lowering his eyes to what Zoro was doing. He came close to passing out again. Robin had raised her hips high enough to give the boys a show. Sanji could see Zoro’s tongue flicking at her clit, sucking it into his mouth, working her over. His lower face was shiny with saliva and Robin’s juices. Robin panted prettily, keeping still, making Zoro do all the work. Sanji wanted to die. He’d imagined this, but to see it with his own eyes made his perverse, kinky heart swell. He was going to have to reward Zoro many times over for not saying the safe word.
Robin’s thighs started to quiver, her head falling back, and she suddenly pressed down onto Zoro’s face and bucked against him. The sofa spun intoxicatingly under Sanji as he giddily watched her climax. The scent of sex was now heavy in the air. Sanji wanted to fuck Zoro’s face again, cover his hard cock in Nami and Robin’s combined juices. He pressed the heel of his palm against his erection through his trousers, rubbing hard. He had to wait his turn. Not everyone had gone, yet.
Robin petted Zoro’s hair before moving off his face. “Nami-san was right, you are very good at this, Zoro-san, for being gay.”
Robin didn’t know that Sanji had dragged Zoro off to a brothel several times and made him eat out the sex workers while Sanji watched. Then, Sanji would fuck the sex workers while sucking on Zoro’s massive cock. Zoro was such an obedient, willing plaything. Sanji couldn’t get enough of him.
“Ready for a super face-fucking, bro?” Franky said as he got to his feet. He slid his hand across Robin’s body as she passed him. Robin went over to the sofa and curled up next to Nami. She and Nami began drunkenly comparing notes and giggling behind their hands.
Zoro licked his lips and opened his mouth wide in anticipation. A sex-flush coated his cheeks. His entire lower face was drenched. Sanji was a fucking genius.
Franky straddled Zoro and wasted no time in feeding his cock into Zoro’s waiting mouth. Zoro’s lips stretched lewdly, his jaw open wide. Franky’s erection was thick and long and he knew how to wield it. He wasn’t as aggressive as Luffy, but he didn’t hesitate to force the big length down Zoro’s gullet. Sanji watched greedily as Franky fucked Zoro’s face with sharp, steady thrusts. Franky’s balls, which looked surprisingly normal, smacked against Zoro’s chin. Watching Zoro eat out a woman was titillating, but Sanji adored Zoro sucking off another man. He desperately wanted to find a sex club, had for months, so he could share Zoro around like this. He was such a pretty slut, eager for cum. Sanji wanted to watch him be filled over and over again.
Usopp still watched with his targeting goggles down, mouth lax, drool having formed a large puddle in his lap. Brook hummed a raunchy tune. Luffy’s snore wheezed in time with the music. Nami and Robin were still giggling, talking about the size of Franky’s cock and the various gadgets he had in his hands. Sanji twisted his balls, trying to stave off coming in his pants from watching his Zoro being used.
Franky’s thrusts got faster, but less smooth. He gripped Zoro’s head tightly between his hands. He climaxed with a shout, “Fucking super!” Sanji saw Zoro choking and grinned with delicious depravity. Now he knew how Sanji felt when Zoro reamed Sanji’s throat with his own massive cock.
Franky’s spent length slipped from Zoro’s mouth, saliva and cum trailing behind. Zoro coughed and Sanji saw Franky’s cum fall from his lips. Zoro’s breathing came in harsh gasps. Sanji wished he’d had Franky wait longer, to really choke Zoro out.
Franky pointed at Usopp. “Your turn, Usopp. We got him all ready for you.”
Usopp moved without coordination, limbs flailing, unhooking the buttons of his overalls. He got to his feet and the overalls fell to his ankles, revealing that he wore nothing underneath. Usopp’s cock was average sized, but hard and ready to abuse Zoro’s mouth. He scrambled over to Zoro and fell onto him with the clothing stuck around his feet.
Zoro grabbed him by the hips, hoisted him up, and fed himself Usopp’s cock. Sanji thought it was the hottest fucking thing. Usopp gurgled, writhed, and came immediately. Then, he passed out.
Zoro’s deep rumble of a laugh sounded around Usopp’s cock in his mouth. He lifted Usopp free and carefully laid him onto the floor beside a sleeping Luffy. He craned around to look at Brook with a questioning lift of his brow. Brook laughed. “Yo-ho-ho, I am more of a watcher than a participator. And watching you has filled my loins with joy. If I had loins, that is. But I don’t, because I’m a skeleton! Yo-ho-ho.”
Zoro turned the other direction, in order to see Sanji clearly. He gave Sanji a lascivious smile. “Want another go?” he rasped, Franky’s cock having torn his voice.
“Fuck, yes.” Sanji scrambled to his feet, unzipping his trousers. He pulled his aching cock free. In no time, he was driving himself into Zoro’s mouth, smacking his pelvis against Zoro’s face. He put power into it, wanting to bruise Zoro’s nose and chin, to punish his already well-used throat. He felt Zoro’s hands on his ass, urging him on. Seeing everyone get a chance to fuck his lover’s face made his own second orgasm come quickly, adding to the cum in Zoro’s stomach.
Sanji kept his hips flush against Zoro’s face, feeling Zoro swallowing around him, milking him. Sanji didn’t move even when it became more sensitive. He hadn't given Zoro the chance to object to being choked out, so he reluctantly drew back his hips when he knew Zoro was on the cusp of blackout. Zoro’s loud, ragged gasp for air accompanied Brook’s applause. “Bravo, my nymphomous friends.”
Sanji tucked himself away again, the mead buzzing in his veins and in his head. He wasn’t done with Zoro yet. But it appeared that his nakama were. Franky collected Usopp and Luffy from the floor, wearing his speedos again. “It’s been super. We’ll have to all get drunk again sometime!”
Franky left, and Robin and Nami followed after him, still giggly and staggering. Brook sighed with melancholy. “That is my cue to depart. A musician knows when to remove himself from the stage.” Brook stood, collected his clothing, and left the Aquarium Bar wearing Nami and Robin’s underwear around his hips.
Sanji and Zoro were alone.
Sanji dropped into Zoro’s lap again and began kissing him messily. He tried to lick up the cum and women’s juices that covered Zoro’s chin. Zoro’s hands came up behind Sanji’s back, holding him closer, inviting him in. Their tongues tangled, breaths mingling, mouths parting and meeting again. Sanji bit Zoro’s upper lip this time, once again breaking the skin. Zoro whimpered into his mouth. Sanji lapped at the blood before drawing back. He looked at Zoro with still hungry, libidinous eyes. “That was so hot.”
Zoro made a sound of agreement in his wrecked throat. “Another kink fulfilled.”
“My pretty pervy pet.” Sanji tangled his hands in Zoro’s hair and yanked his head back. Sanji dropped his mouth to suck sharp bruises along Zoro’s throat. His teeth brushed against Zoro’s skin as he spoke. “I love it when you’re so willing to do anything I want.”
Zoro sighed, a happy little noise. “M’yours, aren’t I?”
“Yes.” Sanji sucked a large, claiming bite below Zoro’s ear. Zoro’s earrings tickled Sanji’s nose. “Every single massive inch of you.” Sanji ground his hips down on Zoro’s massive inches, still hard and untouched beneath his trousers. “My baby want me to play with his cock?”
“Fuck, yes,” Zoro said with a begging note to his hoarse voice. “Please.”
Sanji gave him a quick kiss and stood. He had to catch his balance quickly as the world swayed. Shit, was he going to remember this? He was quite drunk. But he hadn’t slurred any words and hadn’t had any more to drink. He really hoped he remembered. He wanted to be able to masturbate to the memories of his nakama fucking Zoro’s face.
“Strip,” Sanji told Zoro, as Sanji went over to the hidey hole where he kept their toys. He found a fat dildo that had a curve to it and sent out electric pulses. Sanji had Franky modify it to a stronger setting. He didn’t want to go Enel on Zoro, but he still wanted to watch his pretty boy writhe in pained bliss.
When he turned, Zoro was standing nakedly in front of the couch. His tripod of a cock hung heavily between his legs, almost to his knees, the gold hoop Prince Albert piercing gleaming in the low light. Sanji licked his lips. How did he get so lucky that that hunk of meat was all his, to be used how he saw fit?
“On the couch, ass at the edge, and pull your knees back.” Sanji watched with hungry eyes as Zoro complied. He went over to Zoro, pushed Zoro’s dangling cock out of the way, and rubbed the dildo along the exposed crack of Zoro’s ass. Zoro’s hands held his legs up and open, his back slumped against the rear of the couch. Bruises had formed on his temples from Franky’s fingers gripping his head. “I’m going to make my pretty playtoy feel so good.”
“Please fuck me,” Zoro begged softly. “I’m so fucking hard I could cry.”
Sanji smiled salaciously. “Oh, you’re definitely going to cry.” He pushed the dildo into Zoro’s ass slowly, watching Zoro’s hole bloom around the toy. He heard Zoro’s hiss of pain at the dry entry. Sanji maneuvered the dildo to the right depth and checked that it was pressed against Zoro’s prostate by giving it a wiggle. Zoro’s body jerked and he cursed with ragged lust.
Sanji didn’t make Zoro wait any longer. He pressed the switch at the end of the dildo. Zoro shouted as pulses of electricity shocked his prostate over and over, going off and on, they voltage high enough to hurt Zoro just right. Sanji shifted the dildo a hair and Zoro squealed as he climaxed, cum spurting from his cock to land on the floor.
Sanji watched with perverse delight as Zoro writhed, like he’d hoped, as Sanji kept the dildo operating within him. Zoro’s body flushed dark red, his mouth hung open wide, his breaths coming in sharp, short pants. His eye was squeezed tightly shut. He looked beautiful.
Sanji drove Zoro to a second orgasm with the pulsating dildo, never touching Zoro’s cock. Zoro was sobbing now, tears of pain-induced ecstasy streaming down his cheeks. Sanji got horny again. He wanted to push his cock into Zoro’s hole alongside the dildo, to feel the electric shocks as he fucked Zoro. Zoro’s ass would be stretched wide from the double penetration. Sanji salivated at the thought.
He left the dildo in Zoro, with Zoro gibbering incoherently. Sanji dug out the lube and brought it back over to the couch. He undid his trousers, letting them fall around his ankles. He’d stopped bothering with boxers whenever alcohol was involved.
Sanji coated his turgid cock liberally with the lube. He pulled the dildo briefly out of Zoro, coated it and pushed it back inside. He dribbled the lube over Zoro’s toy-stretched hole. Licking his lips, Sanji pulled the dildo out again, lined it up with the top of his cock, and worked both tips into Zoro’s grasping hole.
The curve of the dildo allowed Sanji to almost pry Zoro open further as he pushed down at the other end. The sharp sting of electricity slithered through Sanji’s cock. He was so glad he could feel it, with his modifications. The electric current ran through the tip of the curved head of the dildo, so Sanji didn’t receive the full force. He continued to steadily press his cock and the toy forward until Zoro’s body accepted it all.
Sanji loved the way Zoro’s hole looked stretched thin and wide. Zoro started sobbing again as the electric pulses shocked his prostate. His cock had firmed into another erection. Sanji began fucking Zoro, keeping the dildo in place, being careful not to pull too far back so as not to slip out. The feel of the hard toy rubbing against the top of his cock abraded deliciously. The shocks added to the glorious sensation of double penetrating Zoro.
Zoro continued to make nonsense sounds, his face streaked with snot and tears, his head rolling back and forth on the back of the couch. Sanji set up a solid rhythm, finding his own pleasure for the third time. He adored Zoro’s ass. So hot and grasping. He loved to fuck it with his cock, with his fist, with anything he could find. Zoro’s gorgeous hole ate it all up.
Sanji felt the slow build of orgasm behind his balls. He watched as Zoro fell apart in front of him, coming for the third time without being touched. Zoro’s body spasmed around Sanji, making him move faster. The slide of the toy added perverse pleasure to Sanji’s thrusts. He picked up the pace, pounding into Zoro now, hips smacking against the base of the toy, causing it to jostle repeatedly against Zoro’s prostate. Zoro babbled and writhed and was a complete wreck, and Sanji climaxed with a bone-wrenching shudder.
He pulled out of Zoro’s ass as the shock of the toy became too much. He looked at Zoro splayed in front of him, well-used and sexually destroyed. He rubbed Zoro’s lower belly. “My good marimo. Crying prettily for me.”
Sanji flipped off the switch on the dildo before removing it from Zoro. He tossed it on the couch beside the lube, to be washed. He slid his not-quite-soft cock back into Zoro’s split hole. He could feel his own cum soaking the tip of his cock. He pressed over Zoro, moving Zoro’s ankles to Sanji’s shoulders, seating himself firmly inside Zoro’s ass. Zoro’s spent cock was trapped between their bodies, smashed into the seam of his leg. Sanji licked at the tears on Zoro’s cheeks before kissing Zoro’s lax lips.
Zoro opened his eye, reddened from crying. Sanji gave him another kiss. “Who do you belong to?” Sanji asked, wanting to hear it.
“You,” Zoro croaked, his voice gone. “Only you.”
“Yes.” Sanji kissed him on the tip of his nose. “No matter who you fuck or rides this pretty face, you’re still mine.”
“Always.”
Sanji smiled, content. He snuffled his nose into Zoro’s neck and rested his full weight atop Zoro. He braced his heels against the floor, his knees on the edge of the couch. His cock felt warm and snuggly inside Zoro’s body. He yawned. “I’m gonna stay like this until I fall asleep.”
“If you don’t remember tomorrow, I’ll let you do it all again,” Zoro murmured with a cracked whisper.
“Hn.” Sanji hummed sleepily against Zoro’s neck. Exhaustion from too much alcohol and three orgasms weighed heavily on his eyes. Zoro’s ankles dug into his shoulders, but he didn’t care. “My big, handsome marimo.”
Sanji felt a kiss brush against his temple. He thought he heard the words “Love you” but sleep claimed him with beckoning arms and he slipped contentedly into dreams.
End