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[It's getting to be late in the evening when Sanji opens his journal, and for a moment there's only silence. When he speaks, his voice is low, almost like he's talking to himself more than anything.]

Seems like the shitty end is in sight... Feels like it, anyway. Like it won't be much longer.

[He falls quiet again for a beat or two, and then there's a soft exhale before his tone shifts a bit and he becomes more direct.]

We're heading to Isla Empieza. As soon as Meep has a path for us to take, we're going in.

Guess we'll see the rest of you idiots there?

[Action option: He's in the galley, chair tipped back as he sits at the table and stares up at the ceiling with nothing but an overflowing ashtray in front of him and a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.]

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[Oh, he can feel it all right, and if he didn't have his hands full of tight, powerful cook ass, he'd do something about that belt himself. Zoro growls contentedly at the hands in his hair and pauses just to breathe hotly over the wet lips against his, tipping his head to follow the pawing and cracking his good eye just enough to get a good look at Sanji. He does tend to peek now and then while they're making out, he likes to see those sensual lips so close to his gaze, those long eyelashes fluttering against the cook's cheek and the swirl of his eyebrow. He indulges for a brief moment before diving back in with his lips and tongue.

It's not too long before he makes his next move, because that hardness against him is calling to him, and he wants to get Sanji's pants out of the way before they're too far along and can't stop themselves for something so important as pants. He has to pull his hands away from groping, but it's worth it. They slide around his waist and sneak between their bodies in one quick movement, fumbling to find the buckle of his belt and work it open. There is the issue of being seated on the table preventing him from ripping those pants right off, but that's easily rectified with a little manhandling. Zoro's only warning is a low, dangerous laugh against Sanji's mouth before he hooks an arm around his waist and picks him up off the table just enough to try to yank his clothing off with his free hand.

Emphasis on try. But all the fun is in the trying!]

[Sometimes he can tell when Zoro's eye is on him, and this is one of those times. He cracks his own open, peering up and meeting Zoro's gaze for a moment as he pants against his mouth. His heart squeezes in his chest as he grins a little, then Zoro's hands are moving and Sanji fights to keeps his body from arching into the other man's so that Zoro can get his belt undone.

Once it is, though, Zoro takes care of any rolling against him Sanji might want to do by lifting him right up. He lets out a vague protesting sound, because as much as he actually enjoys being manhandled by this guy, there's still always that underlying need for pretense. But he certainly doesn't try to stop him from wrestling his pants off, instead craning forward to kiss that laughing mouth again and even bringing his own hand down to help out as much as possible.

As soon as they manage to get them down over his hips, it's easy enough to squirm and wriggle until they slide further down his thighs. He might even be able to kick them off if Zoro wasn't standing between his legs. But since he is, Sanji still might need some help there.]

[Now that's the kind of help he's happy to provide. Zoro still sneaks a few kisses in, peppering Sanji's lips as he goes, but he tears himself away to drop to his knees, dragging his mouth down the cook's chest and abs while his hands claw down his thighs and drag the pants down with him. And everything else, really, this is a one-shot sort of move to get him naked. He remains poised there for a moment, gently licking down the center line of Sanji's body, until he can fumble to tug his pants completely off - blindly, going by feel alone. Once that's done, he's in the perfect spot to lavish Sanji with all sorts of attention.

Leaning back in, Zoro drapes both arms around Sanji's waist and lazily nibbles at his abs for a moment before dropping down further and nuzzling at him. He uses his lips and tongue to tease him to full hardness, playing around as if trying not to use his hands. His hands are busy, anyway, curled around behind Sanji and clutching at his hips.]

[Sanji lets out a low, content moan as Zoro's teeth scrape against his stomach, his abs tightening under the attention as a shudder runs through him every so often. He hikes a leg up, curling it around Zoro and encouraging him to keep doing exactly what he's doing. His hands thread into Zoro's hair, combing through it continuously, and his hips push up into the other man.]

Fuck, marimo...

[Zoro drops lower and Sanji sucks in a breath, only barely able to keep from thrusting straight up into his mouth. That tongue very quickly has him squirming, though, writhing on the table as his head falls back with a thunk. Shit, shit, it's fucking criminal how good Zoro is with his mouth.

Reasons why sometimes watching Zoro fight is unbearably arousing these days.]

[Hearing that makes Zoro grin in spite of himself and hum along the length beneath his lips. Anytime he can make the cook go weak like that is such a boost to his ego, and the snarls and swearing just means he's doing everything right. He stretches to rake his hands up along Sanji's abs all the way to his ribs and then chest, and leaves one there to prowl while the other slides back down to assist with the fondling. A squeeze, a stroke or two, and then he curls his hand around the base to keep it in a hot grasp while his mouth sinks down over the head. Slowly, not rushing at all. Everything Zoro does is a form of worship of the long, lean body beneath him, and he wants to drag it out as long as he can stand it before he has to just take Sanji completely.]

[If he keeps going like that, it's certainly not going to take Sanji long at all to come completely undone. A few deep, shuddering breaths help to keep himself somewhat under control, though -- if Zoro's gonna drag it out, Sanji wants to last the entire ride. His hands absently knead Zoro's hair, tightening every time Zoro takes him in deep or does something particularly toe-curling with his tongue and massaging his scalp more gently in between.

He lifts his head after a bit, one hand sliding away from Zoro so that he can brace his elbow against the table instead and push himself up enough to watch. Though fuck if admiring the way Zoro looks as he bobs up and down over his lap doesn't push him right to the goddamn edge again in record time. Sanji clenches his teeth, growling a little, fingers gripping green strands and trying to tug him up.]

Keep that up and this'll be over too fuckin' quick. Get up here, asshole.

[Come kiss him, you jerk. 8|]

[good because this is harder on his knees than he thought it would be.

Zoro lifts his head enough to give Sanji a completely shameless, randy grin, so proud of himself.]

So demanding.

[and that's just the way he likes it. He follows the tugging and pushes himself up to lunge up and kiss him quickly, a short but hard and sloppy kiss. His hands come to rest on the table on either side of Sanji's hips]

Thought I'd get you off to a good start.

[It's those kind of grins that make Sanji's heart start doing backflips in his chest. He leans up into the kiss, arm hooking behind Zoro's neck to keep him in close and eagerly getting sloppy right back as he sweeps his tongue into the man's mouth. He kind of got a full body rub there when Zoro came lunging up, so a strained groan gets worked into the mix and he exhales noisily when they finally break apart.]

Yeah, well you definitely managed that.

[He shifts a little, arm slipping off Zoro's shoulder as he brings his hand down to tug lightly on Zoro's earrings.]

So damn smug...

[The words are murmured, and Sanji's sporting a grin of his own as he says them. Then he moves back in for another kiss, though this one is a little softer and more lingering. Just enjoying the moment for a beat or two.]

[It doesn't matter how intent he is on getting down to the good stuff, Zoro is always distracted by those kisses. Sanji is really, stupidly good with his hands and his mouth, which shouldn't be a surprise but it still takes him aback now and then. Zoro makes sure not to oppress him with his weight, but just stretches out over the top of him to indulge him for as long as he wants.

But damn, he can feel the way their bodies rub together and there's no way he can hold himself back forever. So after a bit of making out...]

...oil's still where you always keep it?

Mm-hmm.

[Letting go is haaaard but Sanji eventually does. He drops back to lie on the table again, lifting his arms above his head and stretching to distract himself from reaching for Zoro again. When Zoro goes to get the oil, Sanji links his fingers together behind his head and cranes his neck a bit so he can watch.

What, it's a nice view.]

[He steps out of his pants has he goes, completely aware of the eyes on him as he fetches the oil from the cabinet and prowls back. Hell yeah. Zoro grins all over again as he comes back, though he slows halfway there and makes a bit of a show of it. Not much, since what does he know about sexy posing, but he tries.

Oh, hey, look, the cook still has his tie around his neck. Zoro sets the oil down and grabs for that instead, hooking a finger in the knot and pulling it loose. Now he has a tie and oh boy, all the ideas for what to do with it...]

Wanna get crazy?

[...You know, he wants to laugh at Zoro's swaggering over there, but it's actually. Well.

Kinda hot.

Fuck.

Sanji snickers a bit anyway, turning his head slightly to do a shoddy job of hiding his mouth against his arm. God, what a dumbass. He's such an idiot and Sanji is completely and helplessly in love with him.

He doesn't think anything of Zoro removing his tie until that question is asked, and even then it takes him a second. But then he blinks, eyebrows arching as he looks from Zoro's face to the tie and back again.]

...What, seriously?

[Well shit.

Sanji gives a slow grin, cheeks flushing a little darker as probably the same IDEAS suddenly flood his mind. Oh ho ho.]

Heh... Alright. Let's see what ya got.

[Well, that one time tying him up was pretty awesome, but there's not much to tie him to in here. Blindfold? Hmm yes, interesting option. Gag? Nah, he wants to hear the cook yell and curse and ramble. Ooh, but what if he tied it...

Zoro snickers and brushes the end of the tie along Sanji's thighs to tease him, and then loops it gently around him, letting it rest against the base.]

...would you get pissed if it got dirty?

[because if he goes with this idea, it is most certainly not going to stay clean]

[Just kinda watching, trying to figure out where this is going exactly, though it becomes pretty obvious quickly enough. He shivers as the tie brushes sensitive skin and has to hold back a groan once it's looped around him. Ahhh shit, yeah, this is going to get really damn interesting. And awesome.

He almost doesn't even hear the question, too focused on watching Zoro's hands. But after a moment he looks up, noting the expectant expression, and has to rewind the conversation back.]

Oh -- nah. [Smirks.] Bought the shitty thing when I was with you anyway, I think, so I guess I'll only kick your ass a little for messing it up. Unless...

[He shimmies his hips a bit and then spreads his legs more, letting them fall open.]

You distract me enough that I don't give a fuck by the time we're done.

Ohhh...

[CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. Zoro gives another small "heh" and decides to go for it. He's not the smoothest criminal in the world but he will do his damnedest.

To get started, and maybe work up the ability not to be shy about it, he slides the soft fabric along the base of his erection until the narrow part of the tie is resting right against the base, and then loops it around and gives it a quick, simple knot. Not too tight, just enough to be secure and put the tiniest bit of pressure against that spot. Now they don't have to worry about things being over too quick.

Super proud of himself all over again, Zoro moves to give Sanji a few good strokes to make sure everything works, and then stretches out a hand to find where he put that bottle of oil]

[Everything works, alright. Sanji grunts, letting his head tip backwards for a moment as Zoro's hand works over him. It doesn't take much at all to get him worked up again, so that tie being in place is definitely useful. If also...different, though not in a bad way.

He puffs out a breath after a moment, muscles clenching and unclenching with every stroke from Zoro as he swells in his grip. His hands come back around, resting against his thighs as Zoro shifts to grab the bottle, and Sanji just watches him with a hungry, hooded gaze.]

[So far so good! Normally, Zoro gets the preparation over quickly and without much fuss, it's an important step but it's in the way of the real fun so the quicker, the better. Not so much, this time. He twists his wrist so his palm presses against hot, velvet-soft flesh while he works, watching for a moment and then leaning forward to stretch over Sanji and nibble across his abs. A little bit of everything, to get and keep him so worked up that he lets out all those curses and noises Zoro loves so much.]

Edited 2015-11-03 18:46 (UTC)

[Yeah, no problem there. He's sort of just expecting things to progress as they normally do, so the sudden extra attention is a bit unexpected and once he recognizes it for what it is, Sanji can't help feeling somewhat flustered on top of everything else. His skin goes pink all the way down to his chest, and it takes a whole shit-ton of effort not to squirm against Zoro's hand. Not that their usual routine is lacking or anything, this is just -- more. The extra heat from Zoro's palm, how every stroke and twist of Zoro's fingers inside of him makes his breath hitch, has tingles shooting up his spine.

And then throw in Zoro's mouth against him, those teasing teeth making his stomach shudder, and it's doesn't take long at all for Sanji to become a panting mess. His hands find Zoro's hair, as they always do, and he doesn't even try to stop the breathless laugh that bubbles up in his throat.]

Fuuuck, god. [Can't even get a full curse out without his voice catching in the middle of it. He tugs on Zoro's hair a little, lifting his head to look down at him.] Shitty bastard, since when...nnngh, since when do you take your goddamn time, huh?

[At the hair-pull, he slowly drags his face up to smirk at Sanji, raking his teeth the whole way across his stomach]

I did say I wanted to enjoy it while we got it. [or something to that effect. Zoro stills his hand for a moment and stretches all the way up as far as he can, managing to kiss and then bite under Sanji's jaw] When else am I gonna get the chance?

[sure, the potential last time is when he decides to really be an attentive lover. Life sucks, doesn't it? But he just can't get enough of the cook, he's got to make it last as long as he can. Whether Zoro lasts that long is all on him, though. He slides his way back down, leaving a wet trail as he goes, and then really gives Sanji a few good, deep strokes.]

You're not complaining, are you?

Mmph— Fuck no, definitely not.

[Lets his head drop to the side, giving Zoro more room to bite at his jawline until he shifts back down Sanji's body again.]

Just a...ahhh...pleasant surprise. I guess.

[Entering that WORDS ARE HARD stage, especially when Zoro starts jacking him again. He makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat, back arching off the table briefly before he settles back down and just lets his hips jerk up into Zoro's grasp. With the attention both in front and behind, Sanji can feel the tension steadily building in his gut already, but it doesn't go beyond that. Just kinda...keeps building, and shit, he can tell this is going to be intense once they really get going.

One of his hands slips free, falling to rest on his chest, and he absently slides it over his own skin and brushes a thumb across his nipple without even seeming to realize he's doing it.]

[His eye follows that small movement, and a low groan slips out in reaction. If he had a third hand he'd assist (and also santoryuu would be so much easier) but it's just as incredible watching Sanji touch himself. Zoro can't help but lick his lips in anticipation. God, where to even start?

Well, preparation should be mostly, er, prepared, so maybe there. He pulls one hand back, but leaves his fingers plunged deep for another moment, crooking them and stroking inside, as he gropes and fumbles for the oil again to get himself ready. He really gets the saying about aching with need, because he literally is, he's so hard it hurts and it's like his body knows that the only way to ease the pain is to be inside Sanji, to fill him up all the way. It's a good thing Zoro is mostly ambidextrous or that oil would be all over the floor, his thighs, the table's edge, Sanji...etc. As it is, he dribbles a little across his skin as he finds himself and covers himself just enough.]

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