Zoro could barely focus on his half-lidded gaze in the mirror, face flushed from arousal, drooling around the two fingers hooked into his mouth, body jolting with every thrust from behind. He clenched the sides of the sink with his hands, erection rubbing roughly against the cool porcelain front edge, trousers pooled around his boots from the weight of his katanas on his belt. Strong fingers dug into his hip, yanking him back onto the hard length piercing him, the slap of skin against skin echoing against the tile.
He hadn’t planned on getting laid in the single-occupancy staff bathroom. He’d been going from the Baratie’s restroom back to the bar when he found himself in a corridor he didn’t recognize, being eyed up by a waiter he did. Zoro had asked if the waiter was always that desperately smarmy. The waiter had asked if the pretty swordsman was jealous and said that if he wanted to fuck, he just had to say so.
Then they crashed into a kiss, messy and hot, tongues twining, mouths rough. The waiter got them into the bathroom off the corridor and turned the latch without breaking away. Zoro’s katanas knocked against the door, the trash receptacle, the wall, hunger overriding common sense. He ended up shoved against the sink, trousers yanked down to his knees, being tongued open filthily. His ragged breaths, cut-off gasps, and every dirty, wet hum filled the small room, and all he could do was lock his knees and try not to beg for more.
He didn’t need to beg, because the waiter was there, pressing into him with a saliva-slicked dick and curses about tight little holes and plans to wreck him. Zoro’s fingers locked around the edges of the sink, the right amount of stretch and burn causing his pupils to blow. His heavy-lidded gaze met his reflection as fingers hooked into his mouth and he was fucked and fucked and fucked.
He sucked greedily on the fingers, mind fuzzed, the tethers of his focus on the stiff length hammering into him and the possessive filth pouring from the waiter’s mouth. “Should keep you on my dick, keep this sweet, hot cunt wrapped around me, lock you up and fuck you raw and pump you so full you get fat from it.”
Zoro’s body tightened, heat licking through him, sweat beading at his temples and the lower curve of his back beneath his haramaki. His aching cock rubbed against the sink, desperate for touch. Saliva ran from his mouth down his chin and along his jawline. He moaned, low and long, breathing ragged, feverish with need.
“You like that, baby?” the waiter rasped by his ear, pressing his chest against Zoro’s back. “Want to be my cocksleeve? Want me to keep you filled up?”
Zoro made an unintelligible sound, and the fingers left his mouth to wrap wetly around his cock. “Fuck,” he wheezed, hips jerking forward at the desperately needed touch.
“Baby needs to answer Daddy.”
The waiter bit the edge of Zoro’s ear, hand working him over, hips still pounding against his ass. Zoro would be ashamed of the sound he made if he were coherent, but the bite filled his brain with bees and he tilted his ass higher, head dropping back against the waiter’s shoulder as breathy pleas fell from his damp, slack lips. “Please, yes…”
“That’s a love.” The waiter licked the rim of his ear. “You can come for me now.”
Zoro felt like he’d been hit with a hammer as orgasm slammed through him almost immediately. His entire body quaked as he spurted against the side of the sink and over the waiter’s fist. His vision whited out, and there was nothing for several glorious seconds as he shook through his release.
He came back to himself with the waiter’s hand curled possessively around his spent shaft, not pulling, just holding, as the waiter continued to fuck into him. Zoro’s head hung down, chest heaving for breath, nerve endings crackling in the aftermath. He let himself continue to be used like a fuck-puppet as the waiter took his fill, pleasantly lax and hazy in the aftermath.
The waiter stopped talking as he chased his release. The sounds of fucking still filled the air. Zoro glanced beneath his lashes at his reflection, body jolting, mouth soft, face flushed, hair damp around his temples. A bite on the nape of his neck signaled the end, the thrusts growing frantic until he was pushed up onto his toes as the waiter came hard. He could feel the pulse against his rim and the hard shudder against his back.
The waiter exhaled heavily, a soft kiss placed over the bite, the hand on Zoro’s hip petting him gently. “Fucking perfect,” he murmured.
“Hn,” Zoro hummed, because he couldn’t really disagree. It wasn’t often he got so well fucked.
With a sigh, the waiter withdrew, but he held Zoro’s asscheek open with one hand and looked. Zoro could see smug satisfaction curl the waiter’s lips in the mirror. “Pretty.”
“You say that word a lot.”
“Only ’cause it’s true.” The waiter pressed his thumb against Zoro’s tender hole. “Should take you up to my room, lock you in there, make good on my promise.”
Zoro’s body tightened at the thought, even as he said, “What makes you think I’d be interested in more?”
The waiter laughed, a somewhat raspy sound that skittered along Zoro’s spine. “Trust me, love, I know when someone’s gagging for it.”
“Should gag you,” Zoro muttered, since he couldn’t deny it.
The waiter laughed again and squeezed Zoro’s spent cock lightly. “Sadly, duty calls. You’ll have to dream about all I could do to you.”
“More like a nightmare.”
“You tell yourself that.” A kiss was pressed against Zoro’s neck before the waiter stepped away and straightened his clothing. “Ta for the fuck.”
Then he unlatched the bathroom door and left.
Zoro stood at the sink, staring at his reflection, trousers still around his ankles, his ass sore in just the right way. It was a good thing he wouldn’t be seeing the waiter again, or he might take him up on his promise.
Zoro sat on a crate against the mast on the Merry, squinting against the sun as the waiter stepped onto the ship. Heat surged through Zoro, which wasn’t a good thing, considering his chest radiated pain and he could do little more than breathe. The waiter gave him a brief, blasé look as he passed, leaving him both confused and relieved.
“Why are we bringing the waiter?” he asked Usopp.
“Because we can’t boil water,” Usopp said. An exaggeration, but not by much.
Zoro closed his eyes again, resting his head against the crate. This was a complication he hadn’t foreseen. Thinking that he’d never see someone again didn’t carry much weight when that someone climbed aboard his ship the next day.
The Merry set sail, chasing after Nami, as Zoro dozed on deck. The click of fancy shoes on wood roused him, and he cracked open an eye. The sun had shifted lower in the sky. The sails flapped, buffeted by the wind. Waves splashed against the hull.
A hand descended in front of him, holding a plate of yaki onigiri. He glanced from it to the curve of the waiter’s lips as he bent forward, offering the meal. “I’ve been told that your favorite dish is rice balls.”
“Might be,” Zoro said, going to accept the plate. Only the waiter pulled it out of reach.
“Nuh-uh,” the waiter tsked. “How about a kiss first?”
Zoro stilled, a flutter catching irritably in his chest. He narrowed his eyes. “How about a sword through your gut?”
The waiter grinned with shameless cheekiness. “How about my sword up your ass again?”
Heat crept into Zoro’s ears and spread again through the rest of his traitorous body. “The sex wasn’t that good.”
“I beg to differ,” the waiter said with a laugh. “And you begged me so prettily.”
“I don’t beg,” Zoro said flatly.
“Hm, we’ll see about that.” The waiter leaned close, his breath hot against Zoro’s ear. “I promised to make you fat, after all.”
Zoro sucked in a sharp, unintentional breath, which pulled at his chest wound and made him curse.
The waiter’s smirk was knowing. He set the plate down beside Zoro. “Eat up, love. I’ll warm my dick inside you later.”
Then he sauntered off with his hands in his pockets, disappearing back into the galley.
Zoro stared at the space the waiter had occupied, then dropped his gaze to the plate beside him. His body still burned with heat. Annoyingly, the waiter had gotten exactly the reaction he wanted. Worse, Zoro wasn’t entirely sure he wanted it to stop. His gaze drifted back toward the galley before he caught himself.
Picking up an onigiri, he took a bite and chewed slowly, glaring at nothing in particular.
He’d need his strength for later.
End