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A quiet humming made a chorus along the clinking of plates and the sound of running water. It was a tranquil night, the crew had all finished their supper and left to each do their own thing, leaving Sanji in the kitchen cleaning up all the dishes. He didn’t really mind, it was kind of a wind down after the chaos of dinner time with Luffy. The last few days had been pretty relaxing on the sea, no Navy or random pirates targeting them, just smooth sailing towards the next island with steady progress, other than the occasional unpredictability of those oceans.
If he were to be honest with himself, Sanji was finding it kind of boring. He loved taking care of his crew, namely the lovely ladies aboard, and occasionally bickering with a certain swordsman to keep his legs stretched, but there was a noticeable lack of the thrill of danger. The peace wouldn’t last long, he knew, and once they got themselves in trouble he would be missing the quietness again. He was human, after all, always wanting the opposite of what they got.
And, although he would never admit it, perhaps that feeling of pent-up-ness was not only due to the lack of consequential action and fighting. He was just kind of thirsty, eager for a different type of exercise. Times like these would get him fantasizing about his own crewmates; Nami’s delicious curves, freckles sparkled all over her voluptuous breasts and tight ass, he could get lost in them forever and be happy about it. Robin’s alluring maturity, tanned skin and nimble hands that could melt him with a touch, and oh if she were to use her power, he would turn to putty in an instant. Despite being more reserved around it, he would even think about some of the men occasionally. Usopp’s full lips were so kissable, and his occasional shyness was fun to temper with. Sanji hated to acknowledge it, but sometimes he would even steal a glance at Zoro while he worked out, tight muscles stretching and contracting, sweat beads adorning his golden skin. Luffy didn’t fall behind at all either, his rubber body could be twisted and bent to his whim, and his high energy was charming to no end.
He sighed.
It was getting late, and the next island ahead was just a few days away. Tomorrow he would have to look through their stocks and spices cabinet, and make the shopping list for when they arrived. It was tedious and time consuming, his own perfectionism wouldn’t allow him to check it done without going over everything multiple times. Such a long day meant he’d need an early night and an early morning. Sanji wasn’t sure he’d be able to fall asleep fast enough. He couldn’t even tug one out since the rest of the boys would still be awake in their room.
The door bursting open to let in an overly excited captain did not help with his awakened brain.
“There is no food for you, Luffy.” Sanji said without even looking behind, hands too busy drowning deep in the dirty dish water, sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
“I’m booored!” The younger complained, as he approached and leaned his side on the cook’s back, cheek to shoulder blade.
“Get off, I’ll be going to sleep as soon as I’m done with these, got no time to entertain you.”
“But Sanji is not sleepy, we can have some fun.” Luffy was staring up at Sanji’s nape, dark pupils wide and enchanting. Sanji couldn’t see them, but the gaze was burning a hole in him and he could tell exactly what it looked like.
“Why don’t you go and bug someone else, I’m sure the mosshead is still awake.” He hadn’t stopped working despite the distraction, just wanting to get it done and over with.
“He’s too busy training. And I wanna have fun with Sanji anyways! I even brought your favorite lipstick.”
Sanji’s hands halted. His favorite lipstick. He slowly turned his head, and let out a sigh of relief when he realized Luffy didn’t have it on.
“How do you know about that?” He asked, drying his hands on a rag. The last few pots and pans could be left soaking overnight.
The captain brought an index finger to his chin, and rolled his eyes up to the side, with a contemplative expression.
“Dunno!” He shrugged it off. “I just know Sanji likes it a lot. We can have fun with it, shishishi.”
“And how are you expecting to have fun with some lipstick, captain?”
The cook had started walking around, tidying the last few things in the kitchen to at least make the rest of his work easier in the morning.
“We can play makeup, Sanji could put lipstick on me.”
Such a straight-forward suggestion, wasn’t it? There was nothing wrong with it, on the surface. But Sanji putting lipstick on Luffy , his captain? On those sweet rubbery lips of his? Feeling the plumpness under his fingertips? It wouldn’t be the first time he put makeup on someone else, but this was different, this was Luffy. If the color was the one he was thinking about, the cook wasn’t sure he’d be able to take it.
“How would that be fun at all?” He managed to compose himself before getting too lost in thought, as he finished up.
“Sanji knows but is pretending not to know, shishishi.” Luffy laughed. “Is Sanji shy?”
“Aghk I–! I’m not shy .” Sanji choked out, flabbergasted.
Luffy dug into his shorts’ pocket, pulling out a bullet shaped object, slightly bigger than his thumb, coated in matte black, with a golden ring around the middle. He extended his arm, and handed it to Sanji.
“Let’s do it then.”
Hesitantly Sanji took it. It felt smooth, almost silky, like the blade of a new knife. It was not a cheap one, Sanji knew well, he had seen it before multiple times, and every single one of them had earned him a nosebleed, when adorning their navigator’s sweet lips. He gulped, reluctant to open the cap, thumbnail ready under the golden ring. It dipped in the slit and slid along, around the bullet, a mere millimeter of openness but so, so tempting. It would kill him.
Sanji finally pushed the cap off, and held it in the palm of his hand. Carmine peeked through the hole in the middle of the stick. A luscious deep red, almost like blood, tantalizing him with dirty thoughts of full, pouty lips, and all that he would like to do to them. His slender fingers twisted the now revealed golden inside. Slowly, the vibrant wax glided upwards. It still had the tilted curve, but not pointed tip, barely used. Did Nami know, or did Luffy steal it? He had to be careful, paint those lips oh so gently, no trace of usage to be left on the soft wax.
Dark, expectant wide eyes gawked at his every move. Unnerving. Sky blue stared back into the ocean deep void.
The lipstick was held firm in his fingers, as the younger boy stood in front of him. Their height difference made it easier to reach out for his lips. They were chapped, the ocean does that to one after a while, mostly to someone who cared little about their own appearance like Luffy. Too busy becoming the King of Pirates and fighting those who opposed him and eating meat to worry about moisturizing. But they were shiny, slick with a thin layer of spit, probably left there while Sanji was tidying up. How sneaky, he didn’t even get the chance to see that rosy, glimmering tongue glide over them.
The younger man scrunched up his lips in preparation as the lipstick hovered parallel to them.
“Don’t do that.” Sanji had to say.
Pursed lips were tempting, so round and protruding, ready to be kissed. But they would be too annoying to paint, creases dipping in and out would lead to patchy, jagged layering. It would leave the peaks of the folds over-saturated, and the valleys empty. Even if Luffy were then to rub his lips together, it would just smear the color, smudging it and concluding in an uneven coat.
“Just relax your mouth.”
Luffy complied.
Gradually Sanji closed the distance between the lipstick and mouth. He couldn’t believe he was actually going for it. Deep red wax met tender, pillowy, half-parted lips. Oh they were so, so soft. When the lipstick pressed on the bottom one it relented, dipping down. At that spot the mouth was a bit more agape, and he could see the divorced set of teeth underneath, allowing a peek of a glimmery tongue behind. His other hand held Luffy’s chin, he couldn’t trust himself to stay steady.
The cook was trying so hard to keep his eyes straight, instead of hopping between those bouncy lips and the dark blown out pupils staring at him.
From the middle bottom lip, to the corner of his mouth, in one smooth stroke carmine red covered the skin underneath. Smooth and vibrant, with tiny gold sparkles he hadn’t noticed from the stick alone. The color matched the captain’s jacket, almost like they were meant to be worn together. He could tell it would mattify once dry, letting the microscopic glitter contrast and appear even shinier. When Nami wore it, he forced himself to keep distance before his blood pressure got too high, but this time it was right at his face and he could almost count each speck, unable to look away. He swallowed empty. Then, from the opposite corner, Sanji laid down another streak of the opaque pigment towards the center. A seamless coat of lipstick enveloped rubbery lower lips, now blood red and incredibly tantalizing. His pants felt tight.
Luffy being so unusually quiet and patient was making him extra nervous, worried his captain would be able to read his dirty mind and all the things he wanted to do with those sweet lips of his. Pitch black eyes still fixed on him.
He shifted the lipstick up, to do the same thing with the top half of his lips. This time he had to take extra care, making sure that Luffy’s cute little Cupid’s Bow was perfectly traced. Not a single spot of the thin skin left untouched by carmine wax, and not a speck of it allowed to sneak outside the line. If there was one thing he could pride himself for, it was the incredible precision of his fingers.
Soon enough those plump lips were red and glimmery, like an endless blood ocean.
“Don’t close them.” Sanji warned before Luffy could do or say anything. “Let them dry first for a few seconds or it will smear.”
If the younger man tried to say anything, he wasn’t able to do so properly without closing his mouth for the right noises to come through, so he just stood there. Sanji let go of his chin and stepped back, admiring his work as he safely put the lidded lipstick in his pocket. His precious captain was so pretty, whenever he wasn’t being obnoxiously loud or chaotic. Just like right now. The carmine lipstick was perfect on those lips and, holy hell, he looked so fucking good.
“Shishishi,” Luffy laughed after a few seconds, paint gone fully matte, “Sanji’s nose is bleeding.” The aforementioned brought a hand up to his nose, crimson red wetting his fingers. “And he has a boner. Is Sanji having dirty thoughts about this?” Despite being presented as a question, Luffy knew perfectly well what he was doing. Sanji’s pants were painfully tight.
Luffy stepped closer, and Sanji stepped back.
“What does Sanji want to do?”
The cook wasn’t sure he’d be able to reply without exceedingly stammering over his words making a fool of himself. If it was a woman, he could’ve just twirled around and passed out from blood loss instead, but he wasn’t able to do that with Luffy. There was a limited amount of space for him to retreat at, and promptly he was trapped between the counter and his captain.
Luffy grabbed his hand and pressed it to his scarred cheek, forcing a caress onto himself. Sanji’s thumb was dangerously close to red, and the younger man took the chance to bite it, nail and flesh lodged between uneven, sharp teeth. The cook winced in pain, leaning further back on the counter.
“I don’t wanna smear it.” He said quickly, before Luffy could wrap his lips around it. “Not with my thumb, at least.”
“Hmmm,” Luffy let go and hummed, “what do you want to smear it with, then?”
Sanji didn’t reply straight away. He knew exactly what he wanted to say, but the words wouldn’t leave his mouth. He kept opening and closing it, trying to make a noise. But his dear captain was so patient, looking at him and letting him gather his thoughts.
“M-my cock…” He finally muttered out.
“Is that so?”
Luffy wasted no time getting down on his knees. Sanji could die right there and he’d be happy, because oh what a sight to behold. Rubbery full lips, painted carmine red, parted open exposing a pillowy and moist tongue inside. Dark brown eyes staring right at him, extra big and round from having to look up. Straw hat resting on his back allowed his wild hair to roam free on his scalp, ebony and fluffy and unrestrained like its owner.
The cook pressed both his hands on the counter behind him, scared of losing balance at the picture perfect view in front of him, one that he would surely keep forever in his memory.
Rubbery fingers roamed to the button of his slacks and undid it, patience tossed out the window. Then the chain went down, revealing a pair of white boxers with pink hearts on them. Not that they managed to receive any screen time before getting pulled down as well.
His dick, fully erect, sprang out with a comedic bounce. Luffy went cross eyed looking along the length of it, and almost salivating.
A drop of red hit Sanji’s shirt, bleeding through the tiny loops in the fabric. It was one of his favorite shirts and blood was hard to clean, but he had more important matters to attend to at the moment.
Luffy’s hand gripped the base of his cock, feeling trimmed pubes against the side of his palm. The cook gasped at that and had to exert an exuberant amount of self control to not start humping at that.
The tip of his tongue tentatively licked at the head, tasting precum and sweat. Finally, those carmine lips wrapped around the tip. Sanji moaned louder than he should have.
“F-fuck, baby.” The term of endearment escaped him before he could even process it.
“Hmm?” He hummed without moving, seemingly uncaring of what he had just been called. The reverb of his voice sent shivers down Sanji’s spine.
“Let me see how you use that pretty little mouth of yours.”
The corner of the younger man’s lips curled up slightly in a mockery of a grin, but soon enough the hand at his length was gone, and so was his cock itself, now buried deep inside Luffy’s throat, pubes tickling his nose, round lips kissing at the base.
“H-holy shit. Fuck.” Was all that Sanji could incoherently say as his legs trembled.
When Luffy slowly pulled out with a pop, a streak of carmine was left along. Sanji could have cum right there and then, he somehow managed to contain himself. Rubber hands held him firmly at his thighs. The flat of a stretchy tongue glided on the underside, from the base right at his balls, all the way to the tip again, encapsulating it in his lips as if it were a lollipop. The slithery muscle ran along the slit, sucking off any trace of precum on it.
It was too good, that sweet mouth was basically made to suck his dick, it had the perfect bounce, size, and moisture just for him. The gland was red from the lipstick and it was driving Sanji crazy. Once again Luffy sucked him all the way inside, painfully slow, almost as if wanting to savor every single cell of his cock. Its head was embraced inside that tight throat, no gag reflex in sight. The supple tongue was tracing shapes on the underside of his cock, providing even further stimulation. His dick was melting in there. With an agonizing pace Luffy dragged it out, and back in.
“Your mouth feels —ah, fuck— so good, babygirl.” Sanji could barely contain his voice.
The red lipstick was still intact regardless, it hadn’t smeared outside of Luffy’s lips, and he wanted to change that. Almost as if he could read his mind, Luffy picked Sanji’s hands off the counter, cock buried deep in his throat, eyes wide open looking up, and guided them to the back of his head.
Oh.
What could he do, other than bury his slender fingers deep into his hair, grazing at his scalp with trimmed nails? Tangled in those raven strands, Sanji pushed his cock in even deeper. Nose firmly pressed against thin blonde pubes, Luffy could barely breathe, but he was able to keep that up for as long as the cook was bucking into his mouth, in short deep thrusts, before pulling out almost all the way. His dick was now covered in a lot more spit than earlier, with a thick ring of red at the base, as the younger man choked and breathed in again, mouth agape, head resting on the flat of his tongue.
“You look so beautiful like this, baby.”
Sanji didn’t give him much of a break, as he shoved it in that moist, tight throat once more before he could even react. This time he thrusted deeper, all the way from the glans to the base, guiding Luffy’s head with firmly grasped hair. Pushing at the head, pulling at the hair. Soon enough tears started forming at the corners of Luffy’s eyes as his throat got abused. The drag and thrust on his lips was smudging the lipstick all over his mouth, just as Sanji had wanted.
Oh and how beautiful he looked indeed, teary-eyed looking up at him as he kept abusing his swollen lips, blushed face and ears, runny nose, eyebrows creased in a twitchy look of concentration, and hands gripping at the older man’s thighs. Sanji could barely contain his voice as he kept fucking that sweet mouth, and he could bust right there and then. But it wasn’t enough.
He pulled Luffy’s face off, and with a hand he rubbed the tip of his dick all around the other’s lips and mouth, smearing the carmine wax all over from his chin to his cheeks. Luffy’s slobbered bottom lip and his cock being fully coated in thick spit made it even easier to spread it all around in uneven streaks.
“Hnp, Sanji is so weird,” Luffy complained, “his nose is—.”
He wasn’t allowed to finish his sentence as his throat got filled with dick again and he almost choked at the surprise. His face kept getting relentlessly humped into, used like a ragdoll.
“You look —fuck— so much prettier with your mouth busy —ah hnng—, captain.” Be it with either cock or food, Sanji thought, he looked extra pretty with his face made a mess.
Sanji could taste iron in his mouth, and feel blood flowing down his face. The front of his shirt was drenched in red. He did not care.
“Shit, babygirl, you’re so perfect like this, fuck, your lovely little mouth was just made for sucking cock, wasn’t it?” The cook said between moans as his pelvis kept bouncing off those pillowy lips.
“Hnmm.” Luffy could only hum as a response, sending vibrations through Sanji’s core. It made his balls twitch.
He didn’t want to cum yet, he wanted to keep fucking Luffy’s face and completely dishevel him. But he also couldn’t stop thrusting into his throat and driving himself further into the edge.
“I’m close, baby.” Sanji muttered between grunts. “Would you like me to cum deep in your throat or all over your face?”
Luffy could only respond with a muffled moan since his mouth was not being allowed a break. This was all the cook needed to drive him over the edge.
He pulled out his cock from Luffy’s throat, halfway, and pointed it to the roof of his mouth as he climaxed in a dragged out moan. Most of the cum filled Luffy’s mouth, and the rest of it spurted out of his nose. The grip on his thighs became painfully hard as Sanji rode out his orgasm.
“Ghah—!” Luffy gasped as soon as he was released, and set off a chain of coughs. Sanji, heavily panting, noted how the other had swallowed his load without a second thought, probably not even a first thought. “Sanji is so meaaan, now it’s all over my face!” He said, wiping under his nose with the back of his hand. “Ah, I’m bleeding!”
“That’s just the lipstick.” The cook retorted, as he wiped his bloody mouth and then his over sensitive softening cock with a rag. “We need to get your face cleaned up, you look like that fucking clown.”
“But Sanji said I look pretty like this, was he lying?” Luffy asked as he stood up.
The aforementioned pondered about the implications of that question. He wasn’t lying when he said that, a pretty face looked extra pretty with makeup on, and incredibly arousing when said makeup was run through and messy. Although that might have just been a personal kink of his. But Sanji did not actually want the image of that clown to ruin the sight of Luffy he had recorded in his brain. He sighed.
“Let’s just get you cleaned up.”
Sanji ran a clean rag under the sink, and started wiping Luffy’s face. Starting from the dried tears under his eyes and on his cheeks.
“Sanji’s feeling better now.” Luffy stated.
He continued around his cheeks, to his chin, trying to get off as much of the heavily pigmented wax as he could.
“Hmm, I’m hungry now~.”
“I already told you there’s no food.”
He wiped Luffy’s lips, despite how much he rubbed, there was still a tint of red left behind, giving them a rosy look.
“Blow.” Sanji instructed, as he pressed the rag under Luffy’s nose. The younger obeyed, and filled the rag with leftover cum and a lot of snot.
Sanji put it aside, and went to wash his hands. Within those few seconds, and by the time he turned around again, Luffy’s mouth was full once more, but chewing on something with stuffed cheeks instead.
“You were not supposed to be eating that right now, you idiot!”
It was the meal he had prepared for when Luffy would sleep-eat in the middle of the night.
“Shishishi,” the captain laughed, “everything Sanji feeds me is so tasty.”
The cook could feel his own cheeks and ears warm up at the double meaning of that compliment.
“Anyways,” he sighed, nothing could be done about the food now and he just had to hope Luffy wouldn’t sleep-eat this time and make a mess of the kitchen, “let’s just go bed, I need to wake up earlier tomorrow.”
“Okay!” Luffy replied enthusiastically, as he held Sanji’s hand and led them both to the men’s quarters.