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THEY'RE ON THE DAMN STAIRCASE! Zoro has one hand on Sanji’s ass as he grabs the silky burgundy material and pulls Sanji further up his thigh. Sure, the entire party is staring at them but Zoro has one hand firmly placed on the hilt of his blade, fingers cascading down to brush against the other two, yet his glare is poised on the guests below. Their sick twisted looks and pointing was enough to keep him very aware of his surroundings. The closest thing to him being that of the pretty little blond grinding a wet spot into the center of a brand new silk dress his cook insisted he wasn’t going to have any part of previously that day.
“C’mon let’s leave, stupid marimo!” Sanji whined with half a growl building under his breath with his face turned up against Zoro’s throat so he didn’t have to face the crowd. The hand on his ass tightened and Sanji let out a breathy pant as he was forced to grind down onto the thick tight muscle of Zoro’s strong thigh. His dress was slick with his precum and the slide of his length against the material was doing too much to his brain already.
“I think this way is a bit more fun. Don’t you?” Zoro’s voice was low and dangerous, barely able to be heard over the sound of glasses clinking and people chattering below them.
Sanji swallowed hard and wrapped one arm lazily around the marimo’s neck. As much as he wanted to run and hide from this little charade of falsehood, he had assured his lovely Nami-swan and Usopp that they’d cause a distraction, one big enough so that Nami could do what she does best. Steal important marine documents and treasure. And what better way than this, sex was sure to draw a crowd. His lips fell open on a well timed moan as the musicians below slowly fell into a soft lull meant for the party guests to mingle over the sound of the quartet playing some more eloquent chamber music. It was meant as time for the guests to be uproarious and mingle amongst themselves but instead eyes were being drawn up to the couple above them. There was still some hushed laughter and few quiet conversations, those who haven't yet noticed the main event.
Except Sanji wouldn’t allow that, he smirked at his new found attention from the crowd's and let out a loud exasperated gasp as they watched him. Obviously these noble assholes would feign ignorance when they looked at his pleasure. So, he threw his head back and moaned again, this time louder. “Oh?” He heard the smirk in Zoro's voice against his ear. “If you really want put on a show for them I’ll fuck you right against this banister without any mercy, cook”
Zoro’s voice was deep and he emphasized the last two words by moving his hand from his blade to readjust his hard cock. Sanji had to hide his face again because, fuck he wanted that. More than anything he wanted that. To be bent over this stupidly large marble railing and fucked stupid in some skin tight dress that he knew Zoro wouldn’t even take off of him. While all those fuckers below could do nothing but watch in depraved jealousy. His hips rolled against Zoro’s thick tight thigh to seak pleasure and he moaned again when he found it immediately, “stupid! Idiot! MARIMO!” He blushed trying to hide his true desire. “I’d never-“ Sanji’s breath cut off in his throat when Zoro’s hand on his ass squeezed tighter before Zoro used it to forcefully grind Sanji against his thigh again, making the blond cry out in ecstasy.
“Yes you would” Zoro corrected him and snagged one of Sanji’s hands before bringing it down to his own clothed erection. “And I don’t want to wait any longer” the way Sanji shivered was all Zoro needed.
Zoro eyed the crowd one last time before pressing Sanji against the banister and wasted little time with stripping the tiny thing that Sanji liked to call underwear down to his ankles. Unfortunately for them though, Zoro didn't think about lube and Sanji didn’t have pockets in this getup to store any, so he stood again and pressed firmly against Sanji’s back before he leaned over and pressed against Sanji’s ear. “I’m going to get you ready with my mouth, I need you to be the lookout. Don’t forget to give them a show, let me hear you” was all the warning Sanji had before Zoro was on his knees again, spreading Sanji open roughly with both hands only for a thick hot tongue to slowly slide up over his hole then back down in one languid motion.
The moan Sanji let out made the whole crowd grow silent, he was cursing under his breath as his legs shook. “Fuck! Stupid Mari-mOHH! AH!” His painted nails dug into the unwavering marble as he moaned loudly, unable to focus on the crowd below as Zoro’s tongue swirled around his rim. This was torture but some how so good. He’d die happily this night, either by pleasure or by one of these noble assholes down right shooting him because all he could focus on was the way that talented tongue swirled around his entrance. Despite being told to keep watch all Sanji was able to to was blearily look at the crowd, his hands gripping onto the unforgiving marble like it was a lifeline. Another loud moan ripped out of him without hesitation when the press of a wet finger was added alongside Zoro’s tongue. Sanji knew he was open enough just on Zoro’s tongue alone to take a single finger but having both the swordsman’s finger and his tongue working together inside him like this? He wasn’t sure he’d be able to restrain himself.
“What a pitiful slut”
Sanji could hear one voice in the crowd say, it went directly to his cock and he moaned. He leaned his head down against the cool marble and whimpered as Zoro worked him open expertly. “Please..” his voice was barely above a whisper and he was heaving in breaths now, making the silk dress tighter around his chest, “Please Zoro.. I need it.” It wasn’t often that Sanji would beg quite like this, but the crowd below was getting antsy and Sanji could feel Zoro’s teeth nearly digging into his rim as now two fingers worked in tandem with the tongue that worked itself between them and up against Sanji’s sensitive walls.
The front of his dress was a total mess, a large wet spot was clear for anyone to see and Sanji’s blush was almost as dark as the dress itself. He was shaking harder now, almost unable to keep himself standing. He thinks, if it weren’t for the marble railing then maybe he would’ve fallen by now. Zoro hadn’t been this thorough eating him out in a while and Sanji had to almost break the marble to keep from losing it too soon.
“Not much of a show if you’re just going to be a whimpering little slut” Zoro finally said when he pulled away.
“I-“ Sanji panted and turned trying to explain himself but before he could get anymore words out Zoro grabbed the back of his hair in his clean hand and pulled him into a crushing kiss making the crowd below them go wild with gasps and astonished squeals. Sanji could taste himself on Zoro’s mouth and he whined against him but that only elicited a smirk from the stupid mosshead.
“I said.. Let. Me. Hear. You.” Zoro ripped the dress's slit open even higher and shoved his hand along Sanji’s thigh , hoisting it over his hip and setting Sanji's ass on the banister. “You bastard” Sanji grit out just before Zoro wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked slowly. The cook screamed his pleasure. Again the crowd grew silent but the swordsman only grew hungrier. “That’s it, just like that. More.” Zoro praised and gave another slow stroke that made Sanji nearly double over, his head resting on Zoro’s shoulder. There was enough precum to slick Zoro’s strokes but the moss brain wouldn’t move his hand fast enough for Sanji to get off.
“C’mon curly, they’re waiting.. they wanna hear you” Zoro purred into his ear as his thumb pressed teasingly at Sanji’s slit and at that Sanji keened loudly, eliciting a few loud gasps that sounded particularly feminine. His slit was always extra sensitive. “Hear that? Sounds like the ladies of the crowd have their eyes on you-“ Zoro began but was cut off by a sharp look given to him by Sanji.
Sanji growled and bucked his hips up into Zoro’s grip, “get this over with Marimo” his voice was threatening and Zoro knew Sanji well enough that his teasing wasn’t allowed to go on too much longer. That isn't to say he couldn’t still have some fun until Sanji truly kicked his ass.
“Mmm but you sound good like this, my slut” those last two words were whispered into Sanji’s ear as Zoro's hand swiveled and jerked Sanji harder making the cook moan louder than he had previously. The hand on his cock wasn’t stopping and neither were the moans coming from his mouth. The mixture of Sanji’s moans and the crowd’s mumbled disgusted voices seemed to bleed together. His orgasm was close. So close. He was going to come soon if Zoro didn’t stop. He tightened his leg around Zoro and gasped loudly begging silently for his release. It almost sounded like the crowd was cheering now except he knew all their words were in disgust. The tightness in his stomach coiled and he scrunched his eyes shut clutching onto Zoro’s shoulder gasping for a breath just as that tight wet hand pulled off of him and Sanji nearly shouted. “WAIT! Z-“ he was met with a rough kiss to hide the fact that Sanji was about to scream his name.
Zoro kissed him hard, biting his lip and shoving his tongue in against Sanji’s mouth. It wasn’t a plea for forgiveness, rather a ploy to ask Sanji to TAKE this for now and allow Zoro to beg for forgiveness later. “I wanna to fuck you” Zoro panted when the kiss finally broke. Sanji was looking at him wild eyed, tears daring to form against the mascar he had delicately put on. “Cook please.. the others still need time and-“
The others. The distraction. Right.
Sanji blinked a few times but nodded before unwrapping himself from Zoro's hip and bending over the railing once more, spreading his legs wide and feeling his still slick ass twitch with anticipation “Like this?” He asked.
“Close but… I have a better idea” the look on Zoro’s eyes was something Sanji knew all too well. It was a feral look. It was reserved for when Zoro was about to either murder someone or when Zoro was about absolutely destroy Sanji in bed. He knew which time this was about to be. Zoro took the two sides of the dress and flung them over his own arms, twisting them so he could pull Sanji back towards himSelf and against his now exposed cock. The crowd below them gasped in shock upon seeing both men naked and exposed above them. Sanji bent over the marble banister with his legs spread and Zoro proudly behind him holding onto the maroon silk of his now destroyed dress.
“TAKE A GOOD LOOK YOU FUCKIN’ BASTARDS! HE'S ALL MINE!” Zoro shouted down to them and Sanji jolted, turning even redder, nearly ready to leave a heel print in Zoro's face and leave. Except for the fact that he could feel the head of Zoro's cock pressing just at his entrance and Sanji whimpered. He wanted his. God fucking damn it he wanted this. He’d wanted this all night. He was still slick and loose from Zoro eating him out and it would be so easy to just-
“Tell them who you belong to” Zoro’s voice was in his ear and suddenly that thick length was sliding into him slowly, stretching him better than any fingers ever could. Zoro’s cock was thick and long and god did it feel “so FUCKING GOOD” Sanji screamed for the crowd. Their disgusted sounds turning into cheers and applauds in his fucked out mind. “You’re mine cook” Zoro echoed in his ear as another thrust had him rolling his cock in deeper. Sanji was drunk on the feeling. “Yours” he said with a smile as he looked over the crowd, though the statement was barely loud enough for the swordsman’s liking.
“Louder. Who do you belong to” Zoro’s voice had no hint of hostility but still was low and dark as he thrust harder into Sanji picking a pace that was brutal like he knew his ero cook liked it.
“YOU! YOU! I'M YOURS!” Sanji cried out looking out over the crowd feeling nothing besides bliss. His whole body was alright with sensation and the silk dress he still had on was starting to rip at his chest but he didn’t seem to care. Zoro was pulling the length of it and using it fuck into him harder. Sanji wasn’t sure he could last any longer but the crowd was cheering his name and they adored him. He had to make them happy. He had to make Zoro happy.
“That’s it, now tell them-“ a few more hard thrusts into Sanji’s ass made Sanji’s tears spill over the brim, “tell them what you want me to do.” Zoro’s lips were on his neck with the silk dress pulled as tight as he could get it.
There was a beat of silence and Sanji swallowed “inside” he whispered.
“Louder” Zoro prompted with another hard thrust.
“I want you to come inside me!” Sanji moaned unashamed, his tears spilling over and his dress ripping at it’s side seams.
The crowd went wild. Sanji could barely hold his arms up on the banister but that’s okay because Zoro was close already. “Good boy, as you wish” Zoro hummed and with that he kissed Sanji’s neck and thrust roughly into his cook a few more times before spilling deep inside him with a low possessive “mine” whispered into Sanji’s ear. Sanji came as soon as he felt the hot splashes of come entering him, after that all he could remember was the loud sound of people screaming and a pair of large arms around him.
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Some time later Sanji was woken up to the sound of metal against metal and men grunting. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Where-“ he groaned and turned to look around only to find himself being carried by the idiot swordsman who was actively mid battle with some Marine bastard. “WHAT THE HELL!” He yelled and slammed his hands against Zoro's chest.
“Oh! Good morning princess” Zoro said around the blade in his mouth before slicing the Marine down. “Think you can run?”
“RUN?” Sanji spat back and looked around to see a larger group of marines in the distance heading towards them. Then climbed down from Zoro's arms and realized exactly how ruined his dress truly was. At least Zoro put his coat over him. “Well-“ he sighed and straightened his hair “it looks like we have no choice. Did Nami or Usopp call yet?” Sanji asked and broke off the bottoms of his heels as Zoro sheathed his blades.
“Yeah, they said we just need to meet back at the ship,” Zoro said, looking warily at the approaching mob of angry marines. “But I don’t know how easy that will be since we kinda ruined their party.”
“Their party wasn’t the only thing ruined” Sanji mumbled and looked at his torn and stained dress. “Alright, let’s get moving Mosshead!”