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They finished together. Bathed in sweat, bodies shaking with pleasure, pressing their mouths together to muffle the sounds. When it ended, Usopp and Zoro laid there for a moment, panting as they came down from the high. Finally, Zoro pulled out, and with a satisfied grunt, flopped onto his back.
Usopp laid beside him, feeling warm and loose as he basked in the afterglow. He loved nights like this. Nights when the two of them could get away and have this time together. He and Zoro had fallen into a kind of routine, having sex as often as they could on a small, crowded ship. They snuck up to the front gun deck on the nights neither of them had watch, worked each other up, and went at it, with Zoro fucking Usopp into the little bed of blankets they brought. Zoro would roll over and pass out as soon as they were done, and after a few hours they’d gather themselves up and head back to the men’s quarters, satisfied until the next opportunity.
Well. Almost satisfied.
As the last waves of the orgasm faded, Usopp could still feel it. The heat in his lower belly, the pulse between his legs. His body was ready for more.
Zoro was already snoring.
That was fine. For Usopp, this was just another part of the routine. Usopp reached down, trailing a hand over his sweat slicked body. Over his chest, down his stomach, slipping between his thighs. He circled his clit, pressing the pads of his fingers to the nub and shuddering; he was still sensitive enough to flinch, barely a full minute out from his orgasm. Passing it, he reached lower to rub the soft folds of his entrance gently, tingling with the phantom feel of Zoro’s cock inside him.
The low heat began to build. His gentle ministrations grew firmer, faster. He slipped a finger inside himself, pressing the heel of his other hand against his clit. He rubbed against his palm, dragging his clit against it as he curled his finger, searching for that one spot that always made him see stars. He inhaled sharply through his nose when he found it, his hips jerking.
Zoro sat up.
“What are you doing?”
Usopp barely held in a shriek. He flinched, hands flying away from his nether regions. He thought Zoro was asleep!
“What am I doing? What are you doing!” Usopp hissed. This wasn’t how the script went!
Zoro scowled, a dark expression made all the scarier by the shadows cast by the lantern. To an outsider, Zoro’s expression might be mistaken for angry, but Usopp had learned early on in their friendship to find the minute differences that separated Zoro’s angry faces from his worried ones. This expression was definitely concerned.
“Did you not finish?” Zoro asked.
“I did!” The words came out way too loud. He and Zoro both froze, listening in case Usopp’s raised voice woke someone. Merry was a small ship. Even hidden as they were on the front gun deck, as far away from the night watch and light sleepers of the crew as they could get, they knew to keep quiet. Noise could carry.
When the sounds of the waves went on undisturbed, Usopp spoke again, more quietly. “I did. I just wanted another.” Another two or three, usually, depending on how he was feeling.
“Another orgasm?” Zoro said.
He was really going to make Usopp say it, wasn’t he? Talking usually came easy to Usopp. He could talk for hours without pause, telling stories or explaining an invention. But talking about sex always made him gum up and feel awkward and embarrassed.
“Yes,” Usopp said. “Another orgasm. Just one isn’t usually enough to keep me satisfied, so I like to go for several.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
Usopp sputtered. “It, it’s not like you did anything wrong! You got me off, you got yourself off, and that’s fair. I’m not gonna ask you to do anything extra, and plus you always pass out immediately after, so I just… take care of it myself,” he trailed off with a shrug, unable to hold Zoro’s unblinking stare.
Usopp had plenty of reasons, even if he’d never admit them to Zoro. Usopp could try to explain, but he knew from past experience that the knots his mind wove itself into would not make sense to Zoro; he was too practical, too blunt.
He wouldn’t understand that Usopp didn’t want to be too needy. Usopp loved what he and Zoro did together. Zoro was strong, and intense, and after a few false starts they had gotten to know each other’s bodies very well. Sure, Zoro usually only got him through one orgasm, and Usopp had to take care of the rest later, but they were still good. More than good. Zoro knew how to blow his mind and leave him trembling with aftershocks. Asking for more felt greedy, somehow.
Besides, Usopp was used to fending for himself. If no one would give him what he needed, then he had to make it himself, and that was the way it had always been for him. He did it when he learned to fish and find food for himself as a kid. He made his own weapons, using trial and error as a teacher when his mother’s old chemistry textbooks weren’t enough. He stepped up to repair Going Merry whenever she broke something and no one else made a move to fix it. Taking care of himself translated all too easily to sex.
“You can come twice in a row?” Zoro asked.
“Huh?” That’s what he was hung up on? “Yeah? More than twice.”
“I thought everyone needed time between orgasms,” Zoro said.
That explained a lot about Zoro’s brand of foreplay. He’d spend long stretches of time working Usopp up with his mouth or fingers, only to pull away right as Usopp was about to tip over the edge. He’d do it two or three times, until Usopp was sopping wet and begging Zoro to quit teasing and fuck him. And here Usopp thought Zoro was just a sadist. No wonder he dragged it out, if he thought Usopp could only come once a session. With this cleared up, hopefully Zoro would leave that frustrating process behind.
“You should have told me,” Zoro said. Cutting through to the heart of the matter just like Usopp knew he would.
“Well, I didn’t know if you would,” Usopp sputtered, only to trail off as Zoro crawled toward him. He fell back on his elbows as Zoro got closer, gulping as he loomed over him. He felt like a cornered rabbit with a predator bearing down.
“You should have told me,” Zoro repeated, large hands running up Usopp’s legs and settling on his knees, “so I could do it right.”
Zoro pulled Usopp’s knees apart and settled himself between his legs. His broad shoulders pressed against the underside of Usopp’s thighs. Usopp shuddered at the feeling of Zoro’s breath against his pussy. His arousal had cooled with the interruption and subsequent awkward conversation, but now it came rushing back.
Zoro nosed at his folds, inhaling deep. Then he dove in. Zoro dragged his tongue up the length of Usopp’s pussy. He did that twice more, then lapped at the folds, working his way up until he was licking that special nub that sent waves of pleasure surging through Usopp.
Usopp grabbed at his head, fingers scrambling for purchase in that short green hair as he desperately tried to hold him there.
Zoro dragged his tongue over his clit again and again, before suddenly wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard. Usopp’s thighs squeezed around his head, and he clamped a hand over his mouth to muffle a squeal.
Zoro grabbed his hips, using them to pull Usopp to his face and press his pussy down hard. Zoro’s powerful tongue was incessant, lapping furiously. Usopp shuddered in his hold, mindlessly trying to buck into his mouth, get further, harder, but Zoro’s grip was unyielding, holding him in place. Usopp felt like he was being devoured; Zoro’s single minded intensity was overwhelming, the vigorous movements of his tongue inescapable. Another strong swipe over his clit sent Usopp tumbling over the edge. Usopp shook, his thighs locking around Zoro’s head as he came.
Zoro slowed, continuing to lick gently but steadily until Usopp whimpered. Then he went still, face pressed to Usopp’s pelvis until the shockwaves of pleasure ended and Usopp’s thighs finally unclenched.
“That was…” Usopp stared at the ceiling, body still trembling. Speed wise, this had to be a new record for them. “Amazing,” he sighed.
“We’re not done yet,” Zoro said, and Usopp jumped when his tongue ran over the sensitive lips of his cunt. Zoro’s hands held him still, keeping him from squirming away. His ministrations sent frissons of pleasure through Usopp’s body, and even as sensitive as he was, Usopp couldn’t fight the desire growing again as it continued.
Zoro’s pace changed, his tongue going from stroking to prodding. Usopp gasped when he found what he was looking for. His tongue slipped into Usopp, sliding easily into his soaked entrance. Usopp rocked against his face, encouraging him to move, to go deeper. Zoro obliged, and Usopp was soon reduced to a panting, writhing mess on his tongue.
“So good,” he mumbled. He barely noticed when one hand let go of his hips. A thumb dug into his clit, rubbing hard in tandem with Zoro’s flicking tongue until Usopp shuddered and came again.
This time Zoro didn’t wait for him to recover. He pulled out, only to immediately replace his tongue with one thick finger.
“Ah!” Usopp’s hips jerked helplessly as the finger pushed in, his pussy spasming around the intrusion as he continued to shudder through the orgasm. Zoro worked him through it, finger stroking and curling inside him.
“Nn, Zoro!”
“Hush,” Zoro said. Usopp couldn’t see his face, laying on his back as he was, but Zoro sounded pleased.
He added another finger, and slowly picked up the pace until he was thrusting them in and out. Usopp was so sensitive it was almost painful, bucking on Zoro’s fingers until every stroke over that one wonderful spot inside him drowned out the rest of the room. Soon Usopp was in bliss, between Zoro’s pistoning fingers and his mouth, which moved over his pussy, pelvis, and thighs, alternating between kisses and bites. Usopp quivered when Zoro’s fingers hit a particularly sensitive area inside him at the same time his teeth dug into his inner thigh. Zoro slowly worked a trail of marks into the skin around Usopp’s thighs and pelvis, biting and sucking as he went. He added a third finger, the extra digit sliding easily into Usopp’s well stretched pussy.
Usopp trembled through the surges of pleasure. He held one hand over his mouth to keep the noises he made quiet, unable to help the little squeaks and moans he was letting out as Zoro fucked him on his fingers. On and on it went. He drew out two more orgasms that way, sliding his fingers in and out of Usopp and occasionally leaning in to suck his clit.
Usopp groaned when those wonderful fingers suddenly disappeared. Before he could complain, Zoro was crawling up his body, settling on top of him. Their lips met, and Usopp tasted himself on Zoro’s tongue.
Something nudged his entrance. It didn’t feel like Zoro’s fingers. Usopp pulled away from the kiss and looked down the line of his body.
It was Zoro’s cock.
Heavy and erect, clearly recovered from their previous bout. The head glistened with precum. Zoro was lining up, about to push in.
Wait, Usopp tried to say. Hold on. His words came out garbled, his mind too addled by so many orgasms in quick succession to be articulate.
Panicked, Usopp grabbed his dick.
Zoro hissed, Usopp’s grip too tight and sudden. Usopp immediately snatched his hand back, finally pulling himself together enough to get the words out.
“Sorry, sorry,” Usopp said as Zoro knelt back. “Just, uh, you have a condom?”
“No,” Zoro said. “Do we need one?”
“YES. How is that even a question?” Usopp knew Zoro was just eager, but sometimes (frequently, especially when Zoro was about to rush into yet another unnecessary fight) Usopp wanted to hit him over the head with a bat labeled ‘common sense’. “Don’t ever put it in without one,” Usopp warned, poking him in the chest.
“Alright,” Zoro said, “I won’t.” He looked around the room, disgruntled. “We already used the one I brought.”
“I’ve got a few spare.” With shaky legs, Usopp clumsily crawled over to his bag. It lay on the ground next to their discarded clothes, a few feet from the pile of blankets that made up their makeshift mattress. He rifled through the bag blindly, and made a triumphant noise when he dug into the right pocket. He returned to Zoro’s side and dropped the packet in Zoro’s hand.
Zoro looked at the condom dubiously. “You keep those in the bag with all your explosives?”
“Yep!” Usopp said. “Right next to the pocket with itching powder.” He laughed at Zoro’s expression, and nudged his shoulder. “I’m just messing with you.”
Zoro glared. Usopp laughed again.
“What, scared I’ll accidentally blow your dick up?”
“No,” Zoro said. Usopp had said the magic words, however, because Zoro, never one to be called frightened of anything, opened the packet and slid the condom on.
Then he was leaning over Usopp, pressing him back into their little nest of blankets. Usopp’s thighs spread wide to accommodate Zoro’s bulk. His heavy cock dragged over the mound of Usopp’s sex as he leaned forward to kiss him.
Usopp wrapped an arm around Zoro’s neck, losing himself in the kiss as Zoro licked his way into his mouth. They broke apart, panting.
Zoro’s cock nudged at his entrance, the thick head catching at the lips of his cunt. Zoro reached down to adjust himself, and slowly pressed in.
Usopp squirmed as Zoro filled him. No matter how many times he took this cock, it always seemed to surprise him with how big it was. He clenched as it moved deeper, the thick cock stretching him and scraping over every sensitive nerve as it went. By the Blues, it felt so good.
Usopp groaned softly when Zoro bottomed out. He pressed sloppy kisses to the corner of Zoro’s mouth, hips rocking slightly in response to the pressure inside him. Zoro gave him a moment to adjust, turning his head to kiss him properly.
He didn’t wait long. Zoro began to move, sliding in and out of Usopp. He gained speed, rocking Usopp’s body with the force of his thrusts. Usopp, exhausted from his previous orgasms, let him set the pace. Already a new wave of heat was building, Zoro’s every movement setting his nerve endings aflame.
Zoro seemed to be looking for something. He moved slightly with every thrust, lifting and lowering himself to change angles. He grabbed Usopp’s hips to adjust him. Usopp realized what he was searching for when he hit that spot that sent heat flooding through his body.
Usopp threw his head back with a cry. Too far gone to stifle it.
Zoro grinned darkly. He settled into a steady rhythm, angled to strike that spot with every thrust. He pried Usopp’s arm from around his neck, and used the grip on his wrists to pin his hands to either side of Usopp’s head. He used his new maneuverability to put more force behind his thrusts.
Usopp came hard, back arching as he saw stars. Waves of pleasure pulsed through him. He writhed and shuddered, clenching desperately on the hard cock inside him. The orgasm felt like it lasted hours, though it only could have been a minute or so. When he came to, Zoro was still inside him, pressed as deep as he could go.
He held Usopp still, wrists pinned and legs wrapped around his waist, weight crushing him into their nest. Impaled on his cock, unable to escape. Sweat dripped down Zoro’s face. His jaw was clenched, the cords of his neck tight, clearly fighting off his own orgasm.
“S’okay,” Usopp slurred. He felt warm all over, his veins like molten lava. “You can come.”
“One more,” Zoro grunted. He leaned down and bit at the tops of Usopp’s breasts, making Usopp squeak and squirm. Zoro groaned with the movement, lowering more of his weight to keep him still.
They held that pose for nearly a minute. They panted, Usopp coming down from his high and Zoro fighting to get himself under control. Usopp had thought he was done after that last orgasm, but it lit something up in him, seeing the normally strong and disciplined swordsman struggling for self control. Arm feeling like jelly, Usopp freed one hand from Zoro’s grip, and reached up to gently wipe the sweat from Zoro’s brow. Zoro leaned into his hand, turning his head just enough to press a kiss to his palm.
Usopp smiled. This was what kept him coming back, without concern for fulfilling his physical needs to the fullest extent. Even in the middle of fucking his brains out, Zoro could be sweet, considerate.
Usopp let his hand drop, and it was quickly claimed in Zoro’s iron grip. Slowly, Zoro began to move again. Bit by bit Zoro picked up speed. Going harder and harder until he was slamming into his body. It was all Usopp could do to hold on as Zoro pounded into him.
Zoro was all he could see, the sounds of their bodies all he could hear. Usopp was oversensitized, and Zoro was relentless. Usopp’s hole fluttered around him. His body tightened, the heat at his core growing taut.
They came almost simultaneously. Usopp first, thrashing, vision whiting out and muscles seizing as Zoro rutted into him. The powerful thrusts turned haphazard and desperate as Zoro followed right after, burying his cock as deep as it could go. He could feel Zoro twitching inside him, every movement setting off sparks behind his eyes. His clenching walls seemed to have the same effect; Zoro let out a deep groan, shuddering every time they squeezed his dick.
They collapsed into each other, the pleasure working through their bodies.
Usopp winced as Zoro pulled out. His nerves were fried, overloaded. Even that simple movement almost hurt. He watched Zoro pull off the condom and toss it, and didn’t have the energy to scold him for not tying it off first. Zoro could clean it up tomorrow. Drawing on what little energy remained, Usopp opened his arms. Zoro went into them willingly, wrapping his own around Usopp’s waist and rolling them over so Usopp lay on his chest, the two of them sprawled in their messy nest.
“Can we do that every time?” Usopp whispered as he snuggled into Zoro’s chest. The world felt fuzzy, moving in and out of focus. His body was pleasantly worn out, every nerve singing. His limbs felt heavy, and sleep dragged at his eyelids.
Zoro held him tight. He stroked his back, his eyes already closed.
“You only have to ask.”