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It was getting late, Luffy already snoring on the couch they /both/ were supposed to be sleeping on, but of course, the black haired man overdid it again. It should have been a relaxed meeting but the Marimo pulled out the tequila when the beer went out. And because they were already too drunk to go out and buy more, he and Luffy had agreed to it, even so /he/ should have known better. But it was too late now, the black haired flummy was already dead asleep and snoring like a lumberjack.
So, the question was, /where/ would Sanji sleep tonight? The only other furniture that was in the least made for a relative comfortable night rest was the bed, but it was already occupied by its owner. The blonde chief stood a little lost in the room, the bedroom and living room divided by a large wardrobe and from his position, he could see both sleeping men.
He /could/ squeeze himself onto the couch, but Luffy was an active sleeper and that almost always resulted in a few bruises for every person who dared to sleep next to him in such a close space. The couch could be turned into a bed, when it wasn't already used as one from his drunken friend. Sanji sighed, it was the bed then. He turned towards the big wardrobe and opened quietly one of the slide doors, to search for a shirt for the night, because he wouldn't sleep in his new button up and for sure not half naked right beside the green haired idiot he sometimes called a friend.
The blonde was sure that he wouldn't get the end of it from him and he was a little self-cautious around the other man. It wasn't like there was something between them, but like tonight, he could feel heated gazes on his back that send a shiver down his spine. The lingering gazes concentrated tonight on his neck and collarbones which were visible under his collar and not completely buttoned up shirt. Sanji was fairly proud of his smooth skin and fine bone structure and couldn't resist the urge to show off a little in front of Zoro.
Maybe, he overdid it tonight, just like Luffy, but that was the thrill, right? He found a shirt to his liking, a simple black one, and shuffled inside the bathroom to change into it. It went well over his thighs and hid his lithe figure. He was muscled, don't get him wrong, but not in the same way as Zoro, who was pretty ripped, Sanji acknowledged through gritted teeth and never in front of that idiot. He himself was more slender and he would always get underestimated, until he kicked someone in the ass, like literally. He almost never used his hands in a fight because they secured his living, he instead used his legs and those pretty well, if he was honest.
He gazed into the mirror, it was clean just like the rest of the apartment much to his dislike. Nothing to mock here, nothing he could rub under Zoro's nose and that was something Sanji would call a hobby of his. They were always bickering and fighting, and Luffy just sat there and laughed, cheering them on. Without him, Sanji was sure, the green haired idiot and him would have never crossed paths. If that was for the worse or better, who knew? His own blue, but red rimmed eyes were looking back at him and fell onto his exposed shoulder and collarbone. The shirt was definitely to big for him, but he liked it in some strange kind of way. He felt secured.
He sighed and shook his head, he must have been even more drunk than Luffy if he had those thoughts. He went back into the shared room and opened the window to get rid of the smell of his own cigarettes and the booze before he slipped into the bed, on the far side from the already sleeping man. He lay on his back and stared at the ceiling, still not relaxed enough to just fall asleep. The itching and tingling he had felt the whole evening was now more prominent under his skin and he thought back to his arrival.
He was a little late because of work and he maybe, just maybe, took a little longer than normally to decide for an outfit, and ended up good thirty minutes too late for the „gathering“. Zoro and Luffy had already started without him, of course, and he was pushed down on the couch and a bottle of cool beer was pushed into his hand. The black haired was already talking a mile per minute, still laughing at something he had told earlier, Zoro just stood there, his hip leaned onto the open kitchen counter.
His gaze was burning and Sanji did his best to ignore it, but every time he looked up, their eyes met. He was the one who looked away first and he could feel heat creeping up under his skin, but chose to ignore it. It was a surprisingly nice evening and he drank a little more then he expected and that was the reason he was now sharing a bed with /him/. Was there something behind those dark eyes or was it just his own imagination? Was he really so pent up that he considered a fling with that idiot? That couldn't be, right? Right?
He sighed again and rolled onto his side, his knee bent for a more comfortable position and the friction the movement caused on his crotch send a bolt of lust over his spine, pooling in his guts. He grunted in disbelief and stayed still, not wanting to repeat the action. He was lying next to Zoro by all means! But the tingling and itching under his skin got even more prominent and his body felt restless. He turned around despite the possibility of another arousing spike, and regretted it immediately. He could just so suppress a small moan and clutched his on hand over his mouth. He was just too drunk and hadn't a good lay in month, that was all.
He clenched his eyes shut and tried to think about disgusting things, like the waste dumpster in the back alley of the restaurant he worked for. That was really on another level of disgusting! The smell, especially in the heat of summer... gross! Or the one coworker, he had found with his finger up his nose before he turned around to cut the raw chicken... Urgh! He had immediately stopped him and brought him to the manager who had fired him. He felt now a little more at ease, but the tingling was still running through his limps, concentrated in his lower stomach. He was used to get to bed horny so he made himself comfortable once more and finally closed his eyes to get at least a few hours of sleep.
The next time he woke up, he was clinging to something sturdy yet warm and was rubbing his privates against it. He needed a moment to realize what he was doing, but when his still drunken brain understood, he jumped back from the broad back he was hugging just a second ago. He groaned quietly and rubbed his face with both hands, maybe trying to get his senses back, who knew. The cook rolled over and noticed with horror that he was sporting a boner, a fully grown out erection. What was wrong with him?
A shuffle behind him and the dipping of the mattress brought him back to the presence and he froze in his place, not even daring to breathe. He could feel the heat first, radiating from a much bigger body behind him, before he was wrapped up in two muscled arms and a nose buried in the crock of his neck. A soft hum send a puff of air over his sensitive skin and he shivered, the arousal rising up once more. His breath hitched when the nose caressed over the spot right behind his ear and he pressed his own hand over his mouth to prevent any noises from spilling out.
Something hard was pocking him in the lower back and he needed a moment to realize that Zoro was hard, too. „You're needy tonight,“ the green haired man rasped with his deep voice, still half asleep. „I like that,“ he mumbled into the skin of Sanji and the blonde pressed his hand down harder, refusing to let the moan out that was clawing its way out of his throat. He wouldn't give in, he wold never- „Aahh,“ the moan finally broke free when his earlobe got nibbled on and a whole body shiver wrecked him to the core. A big hand was sprawled out on his stomach, pressing him even closer to the broad chest behind him, and definitely closer to the erection, which was now sitting nicely between his ass cheeks.
„O ho, responsive tonight,“ Zoro whispered into his ear and Sanji's breath hitched again, his whole body was now tingling with lust, almost painfully graving the touch and body heat from the other person. „Wha- ngh- what do you mean?,“ he whispered back, but the tongue on his skin, on his pulse and shoulder let him forget for a moment what exactly he was asking. His body was so touch-deprived and wanted to get everything it could out of it. And his mind agreed to one hundred percent. They, /he/, needed more of those gentle hands on his body, the wet heat on his skin, more, more, more.
So his body relaxed into the firm chest and his head lulled to the side, deeper into the pillow to grand the other man more access to his neck, throat and shoulder. He moaned quietly, his own hand still covering his mouth, but not as forcefully as before. Zoro trailed open mouthed kisses over the exposed skin, the hand on his stomach moved further down, reaching for the hem of the too long shirt and found it. His callused hand was roaming over Sanji's naked thigh and inched closer and closer to his crotch that was just covered with a thin sport boxer, which let his ass look amazing. He didn't knew why he chose them to wear tonight, but- „Fuck,“ the blonde hissed at the soft contact on his dick, just a light brush of fingertips, but it felt good, too good.
Zoro's chuckle fanned hot air over his damp skin and another moan escaped him, louder this time. His hand, which was formerly covering his mouth, had wandered down in the fruitless effort to try to cover his erection, so the sound came out unfiltered. „Hush or do you want to wake him up?,“ the green haired man whispered into his ear and Sanji down right whimpered while he shook his head no. „Can you keep quiet then, mh?,“ he was asked and he was about to nod when another brush of a feather light fingertips let his dick jump. Before he could moan again another, bigger hand was covering his mouth and caught the sound in its palm.
His hips bucked back into the body behind him and his eyes rolled back at the sensation of the big dick rubbing against his hole. It was still rather sensitive from his shower earlier that day and it felt amazing. He had craved another body for so long now, it was almost unbearable not to down right jump onto the cock that was promising a good time, right here, right now. So he just rolled his hips against Zoro, urging him to do more then just nibbling and those damn light touches. „Mh,“ the bigger man purred, „Needy. I like that.“ He pushed back into the roll and Sanji moaned into the palm that was firmly covering his slightly open mouth.
He panted into it, his own hand now on the bigger one, guiding it higher until it brushed against the waistband of his underwear. Another chuckle, another moan as an answer and, finally, callused fingers on his bare cock. He was already leaking precum like crazy and that earned him another approving hum and lick to his earlobe. He rolled his hips into the touch and back against the erection, speeding up without noticing until he was suddenly pressed into the mattress, the hand on his cock replaced by the sturdy surface and a not so unpleasant weight on top of him. The hand on his mouth was still there and moved his head gently to the side so that he still could breathe.
The other hand, formerly on his dick and well missed, was planted on the other side of his head, to take some of the weight from him, he could feel the dip in the pillow. Zoro's head was close to his own, his lips brushing lightly over his ear when he whispered into it and Sanji pressed his lower body harder into the mattress, seeking friction on his erection. „You really want this? I could just rub one out for you.“ Those words were gentle and sounded genuine, but Sanji wanted more, needed more. Even if, or maybe, just maybe, /because/ Zoro was the one offering it to him. The blonde was too drunk, too tired, too needy to think clearly. He just knew with every fiber of his being that he wanted Zoro to take him. Now.
So Sanji nodded while pushing his apple booty back into the body above him, rubbing it against the big dick still placed between his cheeks, and whined at the spark of heat in his lower stomach. The soft groan from Zoro added to the sensation and he could feel his dick leaking with precum and his hole twitching around nothing. The weight on him intensified for a moment when Zoro lay completely on him, covering his own body with his muscled one, and Sanji could hear the deep sigh, even though so the other's head was buried in his shoulder. „Finally,“ Zoro muttered into the fabric of the too big shirt before he raised up once more.
The blonde wasn't sure if he heard it for real or what it meant even when he did, but every thought got drowned out when the hand over his mouth got removed and suddenly two hands were roaming over his body. His own hands were buried into the pillow to prevent them from touching himself. He wouldn't last under these circumstances. Those big and strong hands were brushing lightly over his sides, dipping into the hollows between his ribs before moving towards his waist, almost completely closing around it. That was hot! Sanji had a thin waist, sure, but not so thin that just everyone could pull that stunt.
It just showed how much bigger the other man's hand were than those of his former lovers and something ached inside him. It was more surprising than painful, but it was lost the instant those hands were once more on the waistband of his boxers. „Lift your hips a little, Chief.“ The last word was spoken with so much affection, that Sanji's heart throbbed and he lifted his hips to help remove the clothing. Something did change in the last few minutes, but he couldn't quite grasp it, he just felt even more relaxed and safe now.
„Good boy,“ the other man whispered softly and kissed his ankle after he had pulled the underwear over it. The blonde pressed his face into the pillow to choke the moan that ripped its way out of his throat, but he keened under the praise. Zoro's hands moved from his feet to his thighs in one swift motion and stopped just so under his ass, as if he asked a second time for allowance. Sanji had never thought the other to be so considerate, but in hindsight, the man never did anything to anyone when it wasn't expressively allowed or desired. He had always stopped when someone said so, or even when he sensed that the other was uncomfortable. It shouldn't be such a surprise for Sanji, but... .
As an answer, he pushed his ass down and into the waiting hands, sighing at the contact. The soft touch changed into something more firm, more longing, and he moaned into the pillow under the rougher treatment. He liked it rough, but almost every man, and even woman, he had slept with, didn't believe him. They always wanted to „make love”. That was nice, too, sometimes, but right now, he wanted to have /sex/. And it seemed, he would get what he wished for. His cheeks got spread apart and something wet was circling around his sensitive hole. He gasped and buried his head further into the pillow. He wouldn't keep his mouth shut when Zoro was doing what Sanji thought he-
„Aaahh! Fuck!,“ he moaned into the fabric while his ass bucked up into the wet heat that pushed inside his hole. The firm muscle licked his rim and pushed occasionally inside, changing between broad and soft licks and sharper thrusts. A little rustling at his side and after a moment, a slicked up finger was pushed inside, next to the tongue, and it felt heavenly! The pace got quicker and harder and Sanji fucked himself on those thick fingers, now two, inside him. They brushed just so against his prostate and it was driving him crazy!
Another finger was added and they got spread inside, scissoring him open, the slight burn of the stretch was delicious. The blonde writhed underneath the bigger man, wanting more and trying to get away from too much stimulation at the same time. It was so long since someone spoiled him so much in bed and he didn't know how much longer he could bear it without coming. Zoro seemed to sense his inner conflict, his fingers slowed down and left his hole completely, leaving it empty and clenching around nothing.
He came up and Sanji could feel his now naked erection brushing over his slick skin, shuddering with arousal at the hot contact from skin on skin. „You okay?“ The question was asked right into his ear, nothing more then a soft whisper, while one hand was soothing his side with soft strokes. The cook turned his head and took a big gulp of air, he hadn't noticed how long he had pressed his head inside the pillow. He glanced up and into those dark eyes that was so soft and yet so heated and filled with hunger. His heart throbbed again at that sight and he turned a little further to connect their lips in one swift movement.
He could hear the surprised grunt from Zoro, but the other man immediately kissed him back with such a passion, it stole Sanji's breath right out of his lungs. Their tongues intervened as if they were meant to be and it felt amazing. There wasn't an ounce of battling for dominance, it was more a dance of two equal partners. When Sanji took the lead, Zoro followed it and when he retreated, the other took the lead. Sanji never wanted to stop kissing this idiot ever again and he wasn't even affronted of his own thought.
He pushed his ass back and ground against the erection that was still just lying there and Zoro moaned for the first time this night, right into Sanji's mouth. And if that wasn't the hottest thing he had ever witnessed, he didn't know what could it be. The green haired man moved a little to make their position a little more comfortable and slowly pushed inside, never losing the connection to Sanji's lips. He was even bigger then the blonde had thought and the stretch of the blunt tip against his ring of muscles was a little surprising, but not unpleasant. He pushed back and Zoro sunk deeper inside with another moan that almost sounded shaky. 'Cute', was all Sanji could think about it.
With one arm, Zoro lifted his weight a little from him and the other was wrapped under Sanji's armpit and over his shoulder, holding him in a firm grip while he pushed deeper and deeper inside, until he was fully seated. Both broke the kiss to shudder a moan at the feeling of being filled and surrounded by a tight heat. Sanji's walls clenched around the intrusion and they both gasped at the feeling. The blonde pressed his forehead against the pillow and tried to calm his thundering heart and breath, while Zoro lay his head between his shoulder blades, kissing every inch of still covered skin he could reach.
„Shirt. Off.“ The blonde needed a moment to register the meaning behind those words, but nodded in agreement, it was getting too hot and he wanted to feel skin on skin. He propped himself up on the elbows and Zoro pushed the shirt up and over his head, still buried deep inside him. The itching under Sanji's skin got more prominent once more and he slumped down again while pushing his ass back. The shirt got thrown to the side and those big hands were back on his body, while those soft lips were kissing him everywhere.
When Zoro finally pulled out a bit, the blonde bit his finger to prevent any louder noise than a hard breath to come out. The bigger man kept a steady pace, corrected their position a few times until he could thrust in smooth and deep, thrust in and out. Sanji's head was spinning, he felt so good from just this and he could tell that Zoro hasn't really started yet. He could feel the weight of the other man once more on him before another whisper tickled him at his sensitive ear. „You okay?“ Gosh, how could someone so big and scary looking be so soft and gentle in bed?
Sanji nodded and whispered a „yes“ back before he added, „you can go faster now.“ A hum and soft kiss to his ear and the weight got lifted from him. Instead, his hips got gripped with those big hands and lifted, so that he now knelt on all four, Zoro's dick still inside him. The change in position let the dick slip even deeper inside and the blonde moaned into the pillow. The pace got faster and harder and the bed started to creak a little under the force, but it was high quality and beside those soft noises, it stayed silent.
After a few more of the rougher thrusts, Sanji started to pant and moan without a pause, he was already so close! Just when he wanted to put a hand on his own dick, he got lifted up, his back pressed once more against the broad, but now naked, chest of Zoro. They kissed again and his own hand was hanging limply in the air, the task completely forgotten. „You're close,“ not a question, but the blonde nodded nevertheless. „You can come whenever you want, but no touching your own cock. That's all mine, now!“ Those whispered words, filled with longing and something deeper, sent shivers down his spine and he threw his head back against one broad shoulder, letting it rest there while Zoro started the rough pace again.
One of his big hands was sprawled out over his chest, rubbing then and now over his sensitive nipples and pushing the blonde closer and closer to the edge while the other roamed over his lower stomach in circles, but didn't quit touching him where he wanted to be touched. The breathing behind him got more and more erratic and the thrusts started to lack a little of the rhythm, but it was pure bliss for the blonde cook. Finally, the big hand got wrapped around his own leaking erection and moved in the same rhythm as the body behind him. Sanji pushed back into the cock inside him and back into the hand that twisted around his own.
„I- I'm clo-se, ah ha,“ he moaned, not even bothering anymore to keep quiet. „Me, too,“ Zoro whispered back before biting into the soft, pale skin of Sanji's shoulder. It wasn't really that hard, but it surprised Sanji in a pleasant way and he doubled forwards, or at least would have if not for the strong arm around his chest. The hand that was formerly playing with his nipples moved higher up and was now covering his mouth once more, to prevent the loudest noises from spilling out. The blonde came hard, vision white and a ringing in his ears, but oh so sweet. He could feel his insides clamping down on the cock that was still pressing into his prostate and he whined at the overstimulation, but his hips never stopped pushing back.
A sharp intake of air and the grip around him tightened even more and all movements stopped. Just the dick inside him was throbbing and twitching while it filled him with hot cum, so much, it squelched out beside the shaft buried deep inside him. He could feel it drip down his thighs and another shiver of pure lust wracked his body. Zoro started to breathe again and kissed the sore spot at his shoulder where he had bitten him. When their breaths finally had calmed down, the blonde got lowered back into the mattress, with such a gentleness, it was almost too much for him.
Zoro slowly pulled out and they both hissed at the friction on their sensitive bodies. „Stay, I'll clean you up in a second, Chief.“ A soft kiss to his sweaty forehead and the bigger man stood up, letting the fresh night air cool Sanji's heated skin down. The blonde drifted almost immediately into a soft slumber, exhausted and satisfied, and startled awake when something warm and wet was rubbed against his inner thigh. „Sshh, is okay. It's just me. I'll clean you up now. Go back to sleep, princess.“
Normally, the pet name would cause Sanji to lash out, but this time, it got said with so much sincerity, it felt more like a praise then an insult. So he just nodded and hummed in agreement and nuzzled back into the pillow. The mattress dipped beside him and a warm body was right back at his side. He moved closer to the comforting warmth and cuddled into the soft presence right next to him. He felt safe and really comfortable, he couldn't even remember the last time he felt so good with someone at his side.
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Luffy, who woke up before the others, stretched his sore muscles and yawned heartily. The sun was rising and cast the sky into a lovely orange. He opened the window completely to clear the air inside the small apartment, it smelled like sex and passion. He grinned, his lips stretched almost from one ear to the other. Finally, his plan had succeeded. He wasn't the least drunk yesterday, but his plan required him to act as if. It was a long time thing, he came up with it two years ago. He was never so drunk or asleep as his friends believed he was. No, to the contrary.
He knew right from the start that those two idiots had the flings for each other, their constant fighting and bickering and such just showed their affection towards each other, but they were both too stubborn to act on it. So, as their best friend, Luffy had taken it on himself to play Armor. A lot of party nights, lots of booze, lots of uncomfortable nights on couches that weren't meant to sleep on. But finally, it had played out. When he heard them starting, he had plugged his headphones in and turned the volume to the max to drown out the noises.
Maybe, he could now finally go home after such nights to sleep in his own bed, he wouldn't always be so young and agile and his back would take revenge if this would be going on for a little longer. And he had someone waiting for him, too. But that was something those two didn't need to know yet. He stretched once more his sore muscles and walked carefully to the bathroom. After a short clean up, he put on his shoes and searched for the key of the apartment, before he slipped out to get them all an equally unhealthy but satisfying breakfast from one of the fast food restaurants around here. His friends would surely appreciate his gesture and the time to wake up alone, without him grinning like an idiot because they had finally made out.
He was just happy for them, but he knew that they would need more time to sort out their own feelings. Sanji maybe a little longer then Zoro, it seemed. Luffy yawned and smiled again while he strutted down the hallway, the ring with keys dancing around his finger.