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Zoro stalked through the shadows, following behind him at a safe distance. Sanji strolled through the back alley streets of the island, long limbs adorned in pressed black fabric and moving with a confident purpose. Zoro couldn’t help but admire the man, sweeping his eyes from head to toe.
It wasn’t the first time Zoro had trailed him, and he knew it certainly wouldn’t be the last. This thing he was doing was a dangerous game, if the pervy cook ever found out he would kill him for sure. He could already feel the familiar fiery kick straight to the face. But he was filled with this desperation, thoughts that consumed him and made him act against all reason.
Sanji finally stopped at an old brick building with a purple sign labeled “The Velvet Pearl.” Zoro’s stomach churned with both excitement and jealousy. His hands shook as he found a place to wait in the alley behind the brothel.
The thing was, he had often followed the cook to and from his conquests. Waiting in the shadows, hoping to get a glance at what was happening inside. Sometimes he got lucky and found a window to peer into, getting a glimpse at Sanji's expression in the throws of ecstasy. But most times he wasn’t so lucky, only catching a glimpse of his satiated face as he made his way back to the ship.
The first time it had happened by accident, he had been out for a walk on some island and gotten lost. From afar he had spotted Sanji walking out of what was a brothel, a busty woman hanging from his arm. Something about the expression on his face, fucked out with his pupils blown wide and hair a mess. Blood dripping from his nose, he looked shameless and ridiculously sexy.
It made Zoro’s cock throb greedily in his pants, right there in the middle of the crowded street. From that moment he became obsessed with the feeling, and he began to follow Sanji, who he found had a routine of visiting a brothel at least once on each Island that had one.
For a while that was enough to satisfy him, a glance through a murky window and the look on his face as he exited the building. Those memories served him well, hand hastily shoved down his pants in some back alley as quickly as he could, cumming in his pants like some damned teenager. But like any deviant would, after a while he began to want more. He started to save his berries, thinking up a plan that he knew was sure to work.
After thirty minutes of waiting the alley door opened, and an older woman greeted him “Please come inside, have you got the payment?” He exchanged the payment as soon as he was inside, having earlier in the day come to an agreement. He tried to steady his shaking hands as he carefully counted out the bills.
The woman led him to a back room, the same one Sanji had just been in minutes earlier. “Have fun” she winked playfully as she opened the door for him, a devious grin on her face.
Inside was a woman with mossy green hair, she was spread out on the crumpled dark red sheets. Her bare tan skin is in beautiful contrast with the wrinkled fabric. He preferred men, but could also appreciate the beauty of a woman. The whole room smelled like sex, and more importantly, it smelled like Sanji. The scent made his head swim, and he swayed on his feet.
“Hello Mr. Roronoa, my name is Lyla, please come make yourself comfortable” the woman patted the spot on the bed beside her. He was suddenly nervous, he had never actually been with a woman.
He sat down and looked her over more closely, Sanji hadn’t left any visible marks on her skin but her expression said that they had indeed had themselves a good time.
“Looking for some sign of your friend?” She asked as she chuckled, his cheeks heated in embarrassment as he looked away. It was a common request, men wanting to sleep with the same woman as a friend. Something about the rivalry of it, seeing who was the better lover. He wished he had thought of it sooner when he had approached the brothel earlier that day.
But that sort of thing didn’t interest him, though he could always use that as a cover if anyone found out. His other request had been a little more unusual and the woman at the front desk had said it would cost double. But money was no object, he needed this. He felt like he was going crazy.
Lyla uncrossed her legs, spreading them like an invitation. She reached down, spreading her labia to expose her sloppy pussy, cum dripping out enticingly.
Zoro's mouth watered, fuck that was Sanjis cum. He wanted it so badly, he had never felt desperation like this. He groaned at the sight, cock already aching in his pants embarrassingly.
“Don’t be shy sweetheart, come and get what you paid for” Lyla chuckled at him as she gestured down to her gushing pussy.
He fell forward like a man possessed, crawling between her legs. Zoro had planned to savor the experience, but couldn’t hold himself back if he tried. So he pressed his face into her, mouth open and tongue licking into the place Sanji's cock had just been.
Lyla gently stroked his hair, “Your friend and I had a lovely time, want me to tell you about it?”
He whimpered at that, shaking his head yes as he greedily sucked at her, trying to swallow every drop of Sanjis cum. He couldn’t help but hump the mattress below him, trying to find some relief from his overwhelming arousal.
“He was very gentle at first, great with his hands” she began to explain, “he had such a nice cock too, thick and long.” Zoro groaned, his whole face wet against her. “It was so pretty, a lovely shade of pink, and curved up just the right way.” He couldn’t help but picture it, the size and shape- what it would feel like laying heavily against his tongue.
“Tell me, sweetheart, do you wish you had been here too? Would you have shared me with him?” She said as she stretched out, grinding up against his open mouth. She paused in thought, “Or maybe you would rather it be just you and him, blondie fucking this pretty mouth of yours?”
Zoro was shaking now, almost sobbing as he reached down into his pants and grabbed himself at the base to stop from cumming. Shit he needed to get himself together, he didn’t want this to be over yet. His head felt like it might explode, a red blush spreading down to his shoulders.
“Do you want to fuck me, darling?” He hadn’t thought this far but that was technically included in the price he had paid. He didn’t care about outdoing Sanji or anything like that but to be inside the same woman as him, and to feel what he had felt, that sounded pretty damn good. So he nodded, “Sure.”
He sat up and unzipped his pants, leaning down between her spread legs. She reached a hand down to help direct him, her legs coming around his back to pull him flush against her. It was different than being with a man, softer and much more wet but still very good. The knowledge that Sanji was just doing this same thing with her thrilled him.
“Can I keep going?” He asked her and she nodded yes, rolling her hips against him.
He closed his eyes, mind wandering to a different body beneath him. He had been really turned on by the thought of Sanji, but now it was just him and this woman, and suddenly he wasn’t so sure of what he was doing. He felt a little guilty about using her this way and he felt a certain emptiness that he couldn’t quite explain.
“Did you want me to keep talking about your friend?” She whispered as she patted his back and he nodded, eyes still closed. “It’s okay, a lot of men think about someone else. This is my job so don’t feel bad”
She nudged his hips to keep thrusting at a slow pace, “He was very gentle at first like I said, all sweet words and compliments. He told me he loved my green hair.” She chuckled, “But after a while, he got into it, he fucked hard and fast.” Zoro took a shaky breath at the mental image, Sanji holding onto her voluptuous hips and long hard length pumping fast in and out of her. His stomach heated again with lust, fuck he would pay any price to be there to witness it.
He would give anything to be her, he realized, if only for a short time. He wanted all that attention and adoration that Sanji showered on women. He wanted to be the one Sanji kissed, held, and told how beautiful they were. Fuck, he wanted to be the one Sanji was fucking, heart eyes and tongue hanging out like some kind of deranged pervert. He wanted to feel Sanji inside and out, taking his pleasure as he pleased.
Zoro grunted as he came, mind focused on the thought of Sanji and him fitting together just right, like he knew they would.