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When Zoro makes it back to his dorm, the one he had the unfortunate pleasure of having to share with that damn love cook, he expects to be greeted by an insult along with some baseless complaint about something Zoro forgot to do before leaving or not setting his shoes aside properly when he steps inside.
Instead, the shared space is completely dark, save for whatever sunlight manages to seep in through the curtains, and no nagging idiot anywhere in sight or earshot.
Getting the dorm to himself isn’t all that rare, considering he usually gets to spend the weekend catching up on lectures he slept through that Luffy generously records and saves for him on his laptop while the rest of their friend group goes out and does whatever the hell they decide to do. Zoro doesn’t mind missing out as long as they bring him back loads of beer to make up for it, whether they party or stay in with movies.
When he steps inside, he drops his school bag by the door, slumps into his chair, and slides Luffy’s laptop onto the surface of his desk.
Logging into Luffy's laptop is merely muscle memory by now, typing in the simple password without even glancing at the keyboard. This is far from Zoro’s first time in this situation so he’s well versed in getting to this point. The problem always begins when he opens the folder to the video files because Luffy never deletes any of the older ones or even bothers to organize them at all.
Zoro groans as he scrolls through the seemingly endless archive of lecture recordings. “At least label them something useful, Luffy.” He murmurs to no one in the otherwise empty room.
He sorts them by date and clicks on the first one from earlier in the week. It’s not like he sleeps in every class, mostly the ones he has in common with Luffy, but he’ll still have to skim through the lectures until he finds one he missed.
The particular video he clicks on starts with Luffy's goofy-ass face focusing on the screen. Not an uncommon occurrence as Luffy tends to struggle to figure out which way he needs to point a camera sometimes, but it soon becomes apparent he’s in someone’s house and not a classroom.
Zoro's brows furrow, mimicking Luffy on the screen who tilts his head side to side like he’s confused about something.
“I can’t tell if it’s on, Torao.”
Luffy's familiar voice comes through the speakers loud and grainy, so Zoro turns it down a bit. Seconds later, as Luffy closely scrutinizes the camera and grumbles like he’s on his last nerve, Luffy’s boyfriend Law struts up behind him and slings one heavily tattooed arm around his shoulders, leaning over him. He steadies the camera and glances around before saying, “yeah, it’s on,” and pointing somewhere off-screen with the hand hanging down Luffy's chest. “Now, prop it up where I told you and make sure we can see all of you, okay?” Law's voice is low and barely audible, unlike Luffy’s which carries far and wide anytime he opens his loud mouth.
Zoro and Law are barely acquaintances but it seems he's not much different when it’s just him and Luffy. He’s came around a few times when Luffy insists on dragging him along to whatever trouble Luffy gets them all into, and from what Zoro could tell, he’s generally an unsociable person, even though he’ll make it abundantly clear when someone is pissing him off. It’s usually Luffy, and he’s raised his voice to Luffy a considerable number of times in short succession but they’re nothing but empty threats that usually leads to him rubbing his temples as Luffy continues to do whatever Law yells at him not to.
Anyway, it’s clear by now that this video is not meant for Zoro to see when Law nuzzles into Luffy’s hair, pressing tiny kisses by his ear and drawing soft giggles from Luffy who nudges Law away.
“That tickles, Torao!”
The video image gets blurry as Luffy shuffles to place the camera wherever Law wanted it and Zoro figures he’s invaded their private life for longer than he should have anyway, so he leans up to close the video until he gets an eyeful of Luffy backing up from the camera. Zoro freezes, the tips of his fingers only centimeters from the mouse. There Luffy is, in the center of the screen with nothing but a form-fitting t-shirt on, and of course, the ever-present Straw hat hanging around his neck.
It’s beginning to become even more clear to Zoro just what type of video this is, and he needs to close it right this instant and get back on track. It’s not as if he’s never seen Luffy’s naked body before. He has plenty of times, but that’s mostly because Luffy has no shame parading around with little to no clothing on. Not that he makes a hobby of being a nudist, but Luffy has proven time and time again what sorts of strange situations he can find himself in.
This shouldn’t be any different. It’s just a video Zoro opened by mistake which involves a half-naked Luffy sitting idly on screen, so this is the perfect time to close and forget about it before it gets too explicit.
Still, he hesitates, because he knows even if he tries to study he won’t be able to focus if his mind decides to wander back to the content of his careless best friend’s unlabeled sex tape.
Luffy, now on his hands and knees, looks over his shoulder at Law moving around off-screen. “How’s this, Torao?”
When Law comes back into view, he kneels behind Luffy, with his bare, tattooed chest on full display and loose sweat pants riding low on his hips. He leans over Luffy, chest on his back as he peers into the camera, probably making sure it’s at an angle he likes. The motion bumps Luffy forward just a bit and the sigh barely caught by the camera tells Zoro everything he needs to know.
It’s no secret among their friend group that Luffy and Law fool around together. Every single one of them got to hear all the messy details of Luffy's venture into adulthood when he happily told them all about losing his virginity to Law, no matter how many complaints and begs for mercy were thrown around in helpless attempts to get him to shut up.
That aside, knowing about it and actually witnessing it are two completely different things, and Zoro is mentally struggling between respecting Law and Luffy's privacy and learning more than he should about what the two get up to in bed.
Seemingly satisfied with the camera's angle, Law straightens back up, on his knees behind Luffy. He’s only in view from the chest down, whereas Luffy is front and center.
Law begins by running his hands from Luffy’s shoulders down to his hips and pulling Luffy into a teasing thrust.
Zoro doesn’t know where to look, between Luffy's cute face, growing red from Law's touch, or the way the muscles in Law's arms flex as he moves Luffy's body on his lap. Regardless, Zoro's cock is stirring in his pants and it’s at this moment Zoro thinks he might be digging his own grave.
“Eyes on the camera, Luffy-ya.”
Law’s smooth voice comes through the speakers and Zoro's cock twitches when Luffy obediently listens. His mouth is open around shallow breaths and Zoro's own gets caught in his throat when Luffy stares at him through the screen.
He’s not looking into the lens, so Luffy's gaze doesn’t quite reach Zoro's, but it’s close enough for Zoro's cock to react, growing harder and harder as he watches the two prepare to fuck.
Once satisfied, Law reaches into the pocket of his sweats and pulls out a small bottle of lube. Zoro doesn’t fail to notice it’s basically empty and briefly wonders just how often the two tango in the sheets. As Law covers his fingers, Zoro recalls all the innocent, bright smiles Luffy has given him, a stark contrast to the Luffy on-screen, spreading his legs for cock and looking pretty for the camera.
It’s almost hard to believe, but here he is, watching it happen.
Luffy suddenly tenses up and breathes a soft little moan, “c-cold, Torao,” he huffs just before his red face screws up, teeth clenching and fingers digging into the floor as his throat works around strained groans.
From where the camera is sitting, all Zoro can see is Luffy from the front, but based on Luffy's reactions, it’s obvious Law is already knuckles deep in Luffy.
Zoro's legs spread when he sinks further in his chair and he glances at his swelling cock tenting the front of his pants before looking back to the screen. By then, Luffy’s body rocks back and forth in short little motions, huffing shaky moans every so often.
Luffy must have a perfect arch in his back if the tilt in his hips is anything to go by, and his neck curves enticingly as he lets his head roll back.
“Good boy, Luffy-ya, already taking my fingers so well.”
Even Zoro's body gets hot from the silky purr of Law's voice, so it’s no wonder Luffy spreads his knees wider on the floor and tries to fuck himself harder on Law's skillful fingers, whiny sounds growing desperate the longer he’s worked open.
“Y-your cock…Torao, please…fuck…I-I need it…”
Zoro's hand is on his cock now, squeezing himself through his pants from Luffy talking like that. He’s so breathless, and while Luffy certainly doesn’t have the cleanest mouth, hearing him curse and beg for cock like a cheap whore is downright jarring. Except, despite that, his cock is still throbbing in his grasp and he wants to hear more, wants Luffy to keep talking like that until Zoro can’t look at his bright, mischievous smiles anymore without imagining that mouth moaning and begging to be fucked brainless by his boyfriend’s cock.
Law's soft laugh pulls Zoro out of his thoughts and back to the video. “You need it, huh?” Law places his free hand just above Luffy's ass and slides it up the curved line of his spine, dragging his shirt with him about midway before it slips from his touch. Luffy's gasps grow more shallow and Zoro can’t tell if it’s from Law's fingers in him or on him, but shortly after, Law presses between Luffy's shoulders, hidden under his straw hat, until he follows, leaning all the way down so his chest touches the floor.
And fuck what a picture Luffy makes like this. If Zoro were actually touching himself he’d probably come just from this sight alone.
Luffy's body has always been able to bend in impossible ways, but Zoro has never considered what that inhuman flexibility could mean in bed. His back is bowed in such a sharp arc, anyone else would be aching by now, but Luffy helplessly wiggles his cute, tiny ass on Law's fingers as his fists ball up on the floor and drool begins to drip from his open mouth.
“Ask nicely for the camera, Luffy-ya.”
Since starting the video, Zoro has grown accustomed to Law's deep, silky voice, and it seems Law knows what his voice can do to someone because the way Luffy's name rolls off his tongue should be absolutely illegal. Zoro doesn’t know how Luffy can keep it together hearing his name in that sexy, deep rumble, but when Luffy's unfocused, fucked-out gaze flicks toward the camera, it’s clear to Zoro that he’s not completely unaffected.
“T-Torao…” he’s looking at Zoro but calling Law's name. Zoro finally decides to slip his hand into his pants. “Gimme… your cock…I want it…” Zoro pulls his cock out and sighs from the relief of freedom.
“Oh, you’re demanding it now?” Zoro glances at Law at the alluring purr of his voice and notices one hand flat on Luffy's lower back, holding him steady as his other arm works, hidden from view, presumably slicking himself up. “And you were being so good earlier, too.” Zoro squeezes the head of his cock, maybe a bit too hard, and glares at the screen. No man should be able to have so much power over him with his voice alone. He’s not even the focus of the video, but here Zoro is, getting hot and bothered over his best friend's boyfriend just for speaking.
“Hurry up, Torao!” Luffy demands through a raspy whine. Zoro assumes since Law is no longer fucking him silly on his fingers, he’s getting his usual bratty attitude back and making sure Law knows it too.
When Law groans, Zoro can tell it's genuine, but he doesn’t let it deter him for long, probably well accustomed to Luffy's attitude by now. “Fine, but don’t start crying if it’s too much for you.” Zoro can’t help but smirk a little at Law breaking his cool and suave character because even during sex, Luffy still manages to crawl under his skin like an annoying itch he can’t quite reach, but his haughtiness is short-lived when Law begins to push in.
Luffy's throat closes on a strained sound, which is all Zoro has to go by to know Law is finally sliding in. He huffs all sorts of pretty noises and he can’t decide if he should clench his fists or dig his fingers into the floor, but when Law bottoms out, he rolls Luffy's hips against his lap, and Zoro witnesses the moment Luffy loses it. His whole body visibly tenses, every muscle pulled taut while his jaw falls slack. His eyes roll so far back they’re nearly completely white, and when his breathing grows shaky, Zoro can see his body wracking with shivers.
“F-Fuck, Luffy-ya, you’re too tight,” Law groans before following up with, “don’t tell me you actually came.”
Zoro has yet to get a good look at Law's cock, Luffy’s body always hiding it from sight, but if Luffy is this far gone after only being on it for such a short time, he must be pretty impressive.
While Law waits for Luffy to answer him, Luffy drops his forehead to the floor and works on catching his breath, his back rising and falling as he gasps for all the air he can get.
Zoro is mildly surprised Law has the courtesy to allow Luffy to pull himself back together enough to be coherent again. He stays still while Luffy comes back down, rubbing light, soothing circles into his hips with his thumbs where he holds him.
“Ah, Torao…” Luffy murmurs between waning pants, “yeah, I…there’s so much and…I, you’re so deep, Torao.”
There’s a quiet moment again, but despite not being able to see Law's face, Zoro can see the way his chest slowly expands, pausing for a second, before breathing a long sigh. “God, Luffy-ya, you’ve got the best mouth,” and yeah, Zoro agrees, because even though he’s not the one fucking Luffy, those words went straight to his cock.
There’s literally no way he can face Luffy after this without popping a raging hard-on.
“You know I have to fuck you, right?” Law didn’t even finish speaking before rocking into Luffy, fingers sinking into Luffy’s slender hips in a grip so tight even the camera picks up the paleness in his knuckles.
Luffy sobs into the floor, his body jerking with Law's increasingly forceful thrusts, but despite the obvious struggle with pleasure and overstimulation, Luffy hasn’t told him to stop. Thumbing the head of his leaking cock, Zoro wonders if Luffy even has enough brain cells to say anything at all..
It’s only a few moments later when Luffy picks his head off the floor, and fuck Zoro's teeth grind together and he squeezes himself hard enough for it to hurt from how absolutely fucked out he looks. His forehead has a red spot where it pressed on the floor, his hair plastered all over his face with sweat, and his eyes are glazed over and crossed, and Zoro doesn’t miss the spots of drool on the floor that only grow larger as spit drips down his chin from his lax mouth. Of course, how could he do anything about that when every fervent breath he takes is riddled with so many different sounds Zoro can’t tell if he feels good or not?
Law is yanking Luffy's hips into his thrusts and Luffy is taking everything Law gives him.
“Want to change it up a bit?”
Law doesn’t wait for Luffy’s answer before he leans over him, and Zoro gets to watch those dazed eyes roll shut as Law reaches out and grabs the camera.
After a quick moment of motion and blur, the camera focuses once again and Zoro gets an explicit eyeful of Law’s thick cock sinking into Luffy with long, deep strokes.
Zoro’s hand follows the motions on his own painfully hard cock, desperately tilting his hips into his tight clutch as he imagines Luffy’s thoroughly stretched hole taking him instead.
Law doesn’t linger on Luffy’s pretty hole for long, “turn over,” he demands, and Zoro’s mind short-circuits when Law slips out and Luffy is left gaping and twitching, waiting to be filled again, and fuck how Zoro wishes he could be the one fucking him instead. “Look at the mess you made,” Law says as Luffy slumps onto his side. The camera briefly zooms toward a puddle of cum on the floor and, jeez, Luffy really meant it when he said there was a lot.
How good is Law’s cock to have Luffy coming like that? Is Luffy just that sensitive? Zoro would do almost anything at this moment to be able to find out for himself.
“And you’re hard again,” Law says and points the camera to Luffy’s cock lying hard on his stomach between spread legs when he makes it onto his back. “This body was made to be used like this wasn’t it?” Law easily slides back in like he belongs there and Luffy writhes on his lap like he can’t get enough.
“Y-yeah…it just…sort of happened.”
Suddenly, the camera is moving again soon after, and Zoro is looking at Law’s face. He must have handed it to Luffy, and despite the warmth building in his stomach at having that lustful gaze seemingly directed at him, Zoro can’t help the slight irritation he feels at how put-together Law is even though he’s been fucking Luffy out of his mind.
“Down here, Luffy-ya,” Law points, and Luffy’s shaky hands tilt the camera to where they’re connected. The view isn’t as unabashedly filthy as earlier, since Zoro can’t actually see Law inside Luffy, but Luffy’s cock bounces as Law fucks him, keeps his legs open with tattooed hands on the backs of his thighs, and Luffy’s alluring, raspy moans come louder through the speakers than before, and that’s more than enough to keep Zoro’s hand moving on his cock.
The picture isn’t as stable, but given the fact Luffy is currently being rocked into the floor by Law’s unforgiving hips, Zoro can’t really blame him if he can’t hold the camera steady. He can still watch the way Law’s taut muscles flex with every quick and deep plunge into Luffy’s body, and Zoro realizes as he catches more and more glimpses of Law’s inked upper body that Luffy probably isn’t paying attention to what the camera is picking up.
Because of that, it isn’t long until Zoro is looking at Law’s face again, and that’s when it dawns on Zoro that Law doesn’t keep it together as well as he previously thought because now, his eyebrows are drawn together tight as he stares down at Luffy, his eyes barely open as he chews on his bottom lip. This entire time, since his face was rarely in view, based on how he spoke to Luffy, Zoro had him pegged as a sadist, but the way he’s looking at Luffy now gives him reason to believe he’s just as enthralled with Luffy as Luffy is with him.
“Again…” Luffy whimpers and Zoro watches Law’s face twist into a grimace, “coming…again.”
When Law stops moving, he takes a moment to catch his breath. Then, while running a hand through his damp hair, he looks down at Luffy and Zoro is once again twitching into his grasp when those piercing, amber eyes seem to stare right through him. Why the hell is Luffy’s boyfriend so damn hot?
“The first time I can understand,” Law pauses as he pants for air, “but that makes twice you’ve came and I haven’t even touched you.” The exhaustion in his face doesn’t match the teasing tone he goes for, but none of that matters to Zoro right now, because the fact Luffy managed to come not once, but twice, without being touched has rendered his brain completely useless. “Who knew my little Luffy-ya would turn out to be such a cock slut,” he continues, and he reaches out to tilt the camera to where Luffy’s stomach and the shirt bunched up around his chest are covered in come. “Too bad you didn’t get it on video.”
And Zoro agrees, it’s a damn shame. Luffy has came twice and both times were missed either because Luffy’s body was in the way or he wasn’t pointing the camera where Law instructed him to.
“Sorry, Torao,” he huffs, but Law and Zoro both know he isn’t the least bit sorry, “but I felt really good, so…I kind of forgot about the video.”
Luffy breathes a tiny laugh at that and Zoro’s chest tightens at the airy sound. There’s a nagging little thought in the back of his head that has him wondering if Law feels that way when Luffy laughs too because it’s such a sweet sound Zoro has become accustomed to since knowing Luffy, but it’s never given him heart palpitations or butterflies in his stomach like it has in that moment.
Guess jerking off to your best friend’s sex tape can do that to you.
“There’s no way you can keep going,” Law’s quiet voice pulls Zoro out of his thoughts and back to the present. The screen is mostly black now, save for a little light filtering through wherever the camera is and there’s the distinct sound of someone moving around. “So we’ll finish up like this.”
When the camera is out in the open again, it focuses on Luffy, looking straight up into the lens with his hands around Law’s cock and his mouth slightly open just shy of the dripping head, ready to take him in, and Zoro is quickly reminded of his own cock still painfully hard in his hand.
“Go ahead, Luffy-ya,” Law gives him the green light and Luffy sinks on him until his lips meet his hands. Zoro follows the motion with his own hand on his cock.
Until now, Zoro had been trying to hold off on coming since he wanted to see the video to the end, not that coming would have stopped him, but the longer he watched, the more he wanted to enjoy it. He’s already crossed a certain boundary and he doesn’t have the brain cells to really think about what that will mean for him and Luffy in the future, but he’ll worry about that when the time comes, because in the video, Luffy pulls back and grabs the elastic of Law’s sweatpants before going down on him again, and Zoro can’t stifle his long, suffering groan fast enough.
This time, Luffy takes him all the way like it’s second nature to have a thick cock stuffed in his throat. His eyes flutter closed when his face presses into Law’s skin and he sighs from his nose the way he does on the rare occasion when he takes the time to enjoy his food. He’s sucking Law’s cock like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, and as Zoro speeds up his strokes to match Luffy, he wonders if there’s something wrong with him to become even more turned on when comparing Luffy’s cock-sucking skills to how he eats food.
How can he help it when Luffy is devouring Law with just as much enthusiasm as he would with whatever’s on his plate? And Zoro doesn’t miss the breathy moans growing louder and hitching every so often from Luffy’s skilled mouth. Despite his impending orgasm, Zoro’s skin crawls knowing that Law is the only one who can have Luffy’s body for himself, but that doesn’t stop him from imagining that god-sent mouth sucking the life out of him instead.
“That’s it, you’re doing good,” Law murmurs, and when Luffy looks at him, those big doe-eyes of his are practically sparkling, and Zoro thinks he’d have an equally bright smile on his face if he could, which makes Zoro’s heart skip again.
Then, Law catches Luffy by the back of his head and holds him on his cock. Luffy doesn’t struggle, only sucks as he waits for Law to direct him on what to do next..
“But, we’ve been going for a while and I really want to come all over that pretty face of yours,” Law’s fingers tangle into Luffy’s wild mess of hair, and Zoro wants to hate how much Law’s voice does to him as he jerks himself off and his stomach grows hotter and tighter as he speaks in that titillating purr, “so I’m taking control again, okay?”
Luffy hums and it must have been what Law wanted to hear because then he’s yanking Luffy’s head back before shoving him down like he’s merely a toy to fuck.
There’s a moment of worry as Zoro squeezes his cock to stave off his orgasm once again, but Luffy seems to be okay. He’s completely pliant and if Zoro knows anything about Luffy it’s that he doesn’t do anything he doesn’t like, and he’ll fight back if he needs to, so the fact he’s letting Law do this to him is reason enough for Zoro to get back to business and finish right along with them.
Law must be close because he’s jerking his hips into Luffy’s face as he slams Luffy on him.
By now, Luffy's eyes are wet and glassy when he looks up, whether at Law or the camera, Zoro isn’t sure, and there are tears clinging to his eyelashes whenever he closes them. His face is red and sweaty, his hair is a mess and sticks to his damp skin, and his mouth is covered in spit which is a sight Zoro never wants to forget.
“Gonna come,” Law mutters despite the rough way he’s fucking into Luffy, and Luffy, ever enthusiastic, hums louder around Law’s cock.
He only sinks into Luffy a few more times before he tugs him off and Luffy is quick to grab his twitching cock before he shoots off and sets the head on his tongue that he sticks out of his mouth. Then Law comes, and he does exactly what he said he’d do.
Thick spurts of cum cover Luffy's debauched face, landing in his hair, filling the dips of his closed eyes, bubbling from his nose as he struggles to breathe through it, and catching weaker streams in his mouth as he works everything he can from Law.
That does it for Zoro.
His throat closes on a groan as the tension in his body tightens before letting go, and even though he’s beyond gone, he somehow finds enough brain cells to close his hand over the head of his cock as he comes. He makes a mess of his hands and pants, but he’ll worry about that later when he isn’t watching Luffy wipe at the cum on his face while it drips down sweaty skin.
“It’s all over my face, Torao,” Luffy grumbles and the video zooms in on Luffy licking at whatever blows from his nose to his lips.
It’s the last thing Zoro gets to see before the screen gets dark again like it’s been sat down or slipped into something.
“I wanted to fill your ass up for the video but you decided to be a little cock-slut and come before I could.” Zoro's gut tingles with interest from the imagery and the fact Law still sounds like he belongs in a porno from his voice alone, despite having just come. He tucks himself back into his filthy pants and wipes his hands on them. He’ll change them when he takes the ice-cold shower he’s currently due for.
Luffy laughs and there’s some shuffling which Zoro assumes is the two of them getting comfortable somewhere. “Then let's make another video, and you can fill me up as much as you like!”
Jesus fuck Luffy shouldn’t be allowed to talk like that. Zoro's spent body can’t handle anymore.
“Can we do it now?” Luffy excitedly asks, and yeah, Zoro thinks Luffy is going to end up being the death of him, whether sex is involved or not.
Now it’s mostly silent, save for Luffy and his general Luffiness, but after a while when Zoro thinks he should probably close the video since he’s already peered into the private life of his best friend when it was well beyond acceptable, Law says, “Sure, just give me about twenty minutes.”
Upon hearing that, Zoro is absolutely stunned. He stays seated as the camera is picked up again and promptly shut off, but not before Luffy happy cheers rings from the speakers.
Is it possible this isn’t their only sex tape?
Zoro shakes those thoughts from his head and closes the laptop for now. He should probably take that shower and get to work, so he stands and heads to the bathroom.
He needs to have a word with Luffy, and he needs all the time he can get to prepare.
Also beer. Sanji better have loads of it when he gets back.
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“Did you get all your work done, Zoro?”
That’s the first thing Luffy asks him when he hands over the laptop. He’s happily beaming at him as usual and Zoro's brain decides to be a dick and recall Luffy's face covered in come.
He has to will the arousal away and keep a straight face, but he thinks he manages to succeed well enough and answers Luffy with a simple, “yeah.”
“That’s great!” Luffy shouts, drawing the attention of other students walking by them. “Pay attention in class this week so we can all hang out!”
Normally, he would agree and go on to class without any intention of listening, and his lack of interest seems more relevant than ever now that he’s caught a glimpse of Luffy's sex life with Law. As Luffy’s significant other, he’ll definitely be invited to join. He might come, he might not. He’s definitely more likely to stay home or convince Luffy to spend time with him instead, but on the slim chance Law decides to tag along, Zoro isn’t sure he can keep himself together.
He must have taken too long to respond because Luffy waves him off with a quick, “see ya, Zoro,” and turns to head to class, but Zoro grabs him by the wrist before he can get too far away.
“Wait…Luffy,” he says, and he’s not really sure how to bring it up, because what do you say to your best friend after you jacked off to a video of them getting railed by their unfairly hot boyfriend? Who the hell knows? Not Zoro.
Luffy looks at him with those wide, expectant eyes, the same way he looked at Law before being made into a fucked out mess.
Zoro drops his wrist and glances away before he ends up saying something he shouldn’t. “Label your videos,” he says, “it took me ages to find the ones I needed.”
There’s a pause after he says it, and the brief silence is considerably unbearable because it feels like Luffy is picking his words apart and piecing them back together again until he figures out what he means.
“Oh, sorry about that,” he laughs, “I don’t know how to do that but it can’t be too hard to figure out right?” He waves to Zoro again and sprints to class, leaving Zoro to watch his back until he turns down another hall.
Well, he thinks he handled that pretty well. There won’t be any problems if no one else knows anything right?
He sighs, long and winded, and heads to class.
A good, long nap is exactly what he needs.