Zoro was four fingers deep in his ass, sitting on the flat edge of the tub, when the bathroom door opened. He hadn't locked it. No one ever came in this late. He waited to bathe just before his watch at midnight for that reason. His arousal required two hands and a shower afterward.
The Sunny’s bathing room was warm from the bath, the curved walls holding the steam inside. Pale tile stretched around the large rectangular tub, damp beneath Zoro’s feet, while the wooden rim gave him a broad enough place to sit. Beyond the partition, the smaller washroom sat empty, its oval mirror and green basin visible through the open framework. Yellow lamplight softened the room, supplemented by the faint light slipping through the curtained windows on either side.
Sanji walked in, arms full of folded towels, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He stopped just inside the room, eyebrows lifting as he took in exactly what Zoro was doing.
Zoro's heart pounded anxiously in his chest. A blend of shame and embarrassment washed over him. His sexuality was just a small fact, but one he kept to himself. He waited for the insults, the scoffing, or even avoidance with a few awkward words that would humiliate them both.
Instead, Sanji set the towels on the shelf near the wash area and nudged the door closed behind him with his heel. The latch clicked into place. Sliding his hands into his pockets, he sauntered closer instead of leaving. Zoro sat frozen, naked and compromised, as Sanji stopped beside the tub. Smoke clouded his features as he exhaled, drifting toward the high, curved ceiling, and in a low voice, he said, “Don’t stop on my account.”
A frisson of molten heat slid down Zoro’s spine and his hand twitched unintentionally, drawing a sound from the back of his throat. He started to pull his fingers out of himself when the haze of smoke cleared and he saw Sanji staring at his stretched hole with hunger darkening his gaze.
Zoro hesitated, watching for disgust or mockery. Neither came. Sanji only kept staring. Zoro swallowed thickly, arousal ratcheting high. Sanji was into this. Into seeing him – a man – splayed open on his own fingers. He moved his hand, pushing all four fingers back into him as deep as he could reach.
He watched as Sanji’s throat bobbed, the cherry on his cigarette glowing as he inhaled. Zoro drew his fingers to his rim and slid them back in. His slickened fingers penetrated him easily, the lubricant sitting beside him on the tub.
The bathwater shifted when he moved his legs, sending another small ripple against the wooden surround. The room smelled faintly of soap beneath the smoke from Sanji’s cigarette, and moisture beading along the tile nearest the bath.
Pulse racing for a different reason now, Zoro toyed with the head of his hard cock, rubbing his thumb over the weeping slit, tracing along the edge of the mushroom tip. His other hand began moving faster, pushing in and out. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. The realization should’ve made him stop. Instead, he spread his legs wider. Being watched did something to him, made him want to please, and a soft moan fell from his lips.
Sanji spoke again, tone rough. “Shift over here.”
The command burned just right. Zoro was moving before he thought about it, sliding from the side of the tub to the front, balancing on the wide, flat edge, using his right hand to support himself as he propped his heels up. Sanji was right there, inches away, watching as Zoro plunged his other fingers back inside his puffy, reddened hole.
The lubricant made lewd, wet sounds as he worked himself under Sanji’s heated gaze. His stub of a cock stood upright from his groin, flushed dark and aching, deep green curls furring the base. His breath came heavier now, pleasure and arousal coiling through him. Never in a million years would he imagine this happening, that he’d be doing this in front of Sanji, and Sanji was into it. He felt in a daze as his four fingers pressed in and out, stretching and stuffing him full the way he liked.
Another exhalation of smoke clouded Sanji’s features, and he murmured, “Going to fuck you now.”
A high, needy sound escaped from Zoro’s throat as his hips bucked, and his feet nearly slipped from the edge. His heel scraped against the damp wooden rim before he caught himself. He watched with a dry mouth as Sanji unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers, and hooked them and his boxers beneath his balls. His shaft speared from his groin, thick and flushed angry red, the darker veins standing out. He used the lubricant to slick himself, and then he was tugging Zoro’s hand out of the way.
Zoro’s eyelid fell shut when he felt the tip of Sanji’s cock press into him. A shudder shook through his body. Sanji’s strong fingers captured his bare hips, holding him in place, as he pierced deep. A breathy noise fell from Zoro’s lips when Sanji bottomed out. Sanji was inside him.
Zoro’s mind spun, dizzy from this unexpected twist of fate. Desire mixed with disbelief that this was really happening. That he was having sex with Sanji. He’d never thought of Sanji as a partner like this, that either of them would want this. But Sanji’s cock filling him said otherwise.
Sanji started to move, scattering Zoro’s thoughts to the wind. His grip was strong and sure, keeping Zoro pinned in place on the edge of the tub, as he drew his hips back and plunged forward again. The air soon filled with the slapping sounds of sex, Sanji’s pelvis smacking against Zoro’s bare ass, the lubricant’s slick adding to the mix. The sounds bounced off the tiled walls and curved ceiling, startlingly loud in the otherwise empty bathroom. Zoro’s hands dug into the flat rim of the tub, keeping himself from falling backward into the water, as his body jolted with every thrust.
He cracked open his eye to see the tip of the cigarette glow briefly as Sanji inhaled. Sanji was fully dressed in a button-down, vest, and slacks, and the casualness of him still smoking as he fucked caused Zoro’s bare toes to curl. Behind him, the bathwater shimmered beneath the overhead light, close enough that one bad shift would send him into it. Zoro’s cock throbbed with need for touch, but he couldn’t move his hands. He was at Sanji’s mercy, and that thought caused him to moan loudly enough to echo against the tile.
“Didn’t realize you’d be this perfect.” Sanji’s low, jagged tone came from behind another exhale of smoke. “You’re made for my cock, aren’t you?”
Zoro may have made a sound of agreement, or he may have just made noise as his body tightened around Sanji in response. His fingers gripped at the tub as a fresh rush of want tore through him. He wanted more of that tone, more of Sanji sounding pleased with him. The approval made something in him go loose and needy, as Sanji pounded into him, fingers bruising his hipbones, taking him rough and dirty on the side of the tub.
“Can’t wait to get my mouth on that little nub of yours,” Sanji said with a rough punch of his hips. “Big all over except there, like a special little treat just for me.”
The words made Zoro clench around Sanji again reflexively, and Sanji inhaled sharply. His face had a flush to it, sweat beading at his temple, the cigarette still dangling from the corner of his mouth. Zoro’s pulse pounded in his ears, his entire body felt like a live wire. Every part of him wanted this, wanted Sanji. He didn’t want it to end.
Sanji fucked him long and hard, hips pistoning, driving deep with every thrust. The heat in the bathing room rose, coating them both in a sheen of sweat, as Sanji took his fill. The steam had thickened against the curved walls, leaving the tile slick with condensation. Neither of them was quiet anymore. Sanji’s low grunts punctuated Zoro’s increasingly broken moans. Zoro balanced on the sword’s edge of climax for an eternity, a gibbering mess of need, until he begged raggedly, “Please, please.”
Sanji swore sharply, pulled out of Zoro, and fisted his length. “Lean forward. I want to come on your face.”
The sound that fell from Zoro’s lips would’ve been embarrassing, if he weren’t too far gone to care. His feet dropped to the floor and he bent forward. Sanji grabbed the back of Zoro’s hair, yanking him closer, holding him still, and he shot his release across Zoro’s face.
Zoro wrapped his fingers around himself, and a few short pulls were all it took before he was coming over his fist. His thighs shook, the last, intense pulses of pleasure leaving him weak and unsteady. His body slumped, held upright by the hand still gripping his hair, as he fought for breath.
Sanji’s fingers loosened, and he lightly petted the back of Zoro’s head before his fingers curved around to his jaw. He tilted Zoro’s face up, the long ash from his cigarette barely hanging on. “You look good like this,” he murmured, swiping at the spend on Zoro’s cheek with a thumb. “I plan to see it again.”
Zoro swallowed thickly, desire pooling low again even though he was spent.
For a few seconds, the bathroom settled around them – bathwater lapping softly behind Zoro, steam clinging to the tile, the lamp casting its warm light over the room.
Sanji took the cigarette from between his lips, reached over, and stubbed it out in one of the trays kept on the edge of the tub. Then he used the washcloth Zoro had nearby to wipe himself clean before tucking himself back into his trousers.
Zoro sat on the rim of the tub, feet on the floor, his lower lip caught between his teeth, semen spattered across his cheeks and nose. The cool tile beneath his soles felt more noticeable now that his pulse had begun to settle. Awkwardness began to tighten his shoulders. Even if they were friends beneath their cantankerous relationship, this changed things and Zoro didn’t know what it meant.
Sanji slid a hand back into his pocket, turned on his heel, and sauntered for the door. “I expect you to volunteer for dish duty after breakfast tomorrow,” he said over his shoulder. “I still want my little treat.”
Zoro made a punched-out sound as Sanji left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Apparently, it meant Zoro was getting a blowjob in the morning.
Zoro looked down at himself, then toward the closed door. A grin pulled at his lips.
He could live with that.
End