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“Zoro, I’m trying to sleep.”
Despite his exasperated tone, Luffy can’t help but smile. Zoro, who is lying in bed in his usual position as the big spoon to Luffy’s little spoon, has been refusing to remove his mouth from the crook of the captain’s neck all night, nibbling and gnawing at the sensitive skin.
Zoro chuckles and grazes his fingertips along Luffy’s hip bone. “Are you really, though?”
Luffy knows exactly what Zoro wants, and Zoro knows that he knows, but the swordsman is too damn stubborn to just say it. Or maybe he’s too embarrassed to admit to wanting anything at all.Either way, Zoro always feels the need to put on this drawn-out, not-so-discreet act of bombarding Luffy with sensual kisses and provoking touches, until Luffy is sufficiently worked up.
Luffy pretends to be annoyed by his boyfriend’s antics, but truthfully, he’s more than happy to play along. He glances over his shoulder at Zoro, and for a moment, the two of them simply stare at one another in defiance, both waiting for the other to break first.
‘Fine,’ Luffy thinks. ‘ If this is how Zoro wants to play it…’
A small flame ignites inside Luffy’s core as he sits up and turns to face the other man. He gently pushes Zoro to lie on his back and climbs over to straddle his hips, looming over him imposingly.
“Does Zoro need a reminder on how to behave?” Luffy asks, his eyes narrowing.
Zoro looks back up at Luffy with the most infuriatingly smug expression. He reaches out, but before his hands can arrive at their intended destination on his captain’s waist, Luffy grabs his wrists.
“Not yet,” Luffy says, moving to place Zoro’s hands above his head. Before releasing, he bores deeply into Zoro’s eyes, ensuring he receives the message loud and clear.
“Stay.”
That single word is all it takes to flip the switch in Zoro’s brain, and Luffy sees the exact moment it does. Zoro inhales a quiet gasp as his pupils dilate behind the subtle lowering of his eyelids, a change that would most likely be imperceptible if Luffy were at any farther of a distance.
The swordsman stares up at him for a few more shuddering breaths, eventually communicating his comprehension with a nod, his speechlessness pulling Luffy’s lips into a self-satisfied smirk.
‘It’s almost too easy,’ Luffy thinks. Zoro might have everyone else fooled with his tough guy image, acting all cool and aloof, but in reality, he aims to please. Once the two of them started “fooling around” on a regular basis, it wasn’t long before Luffy discovered that it takes minimal effort for him to seize control. All he has to do is look Zoro dead in the eye and give him a simple order, and he instantly becomes putty in the captain’s hands.
Luffy presses a chaste kiss to Zoro’s lips and pulls away to sit upright. His fingers fiddle with the hem of his shirt before lifting it at a tauntingly slow pace, Zoro’s eyes immediately drawn to the soft, taught skin of his stomach.
Luffy doesn’t think about his own physical appearance or body image that much, but he knows his figure is on the thinner side, and although his muscles are leaner and less buff than Zoro’s, the swordsman seems to enjoy looking at him, if his mesmerized gaze is anything to go by. Luffy flashes him a mischievous smile and removes his shirt completely, tossing it carelessly to the side.
Already exceedingly roused by Luffy’s cheeky behavior, Zoro lets out a low, raspy moan. He looks utterly hypnotized; his brain seemingly empty as his mouth hangs open and his eyes glaze over. His hands, still dutifully raised above his head, are clenched into tight fists, the muscles in his arms twitching as he fights the urge to reach out and touch. A deep red flush covers his neck and spreads down to his chest. He looks so unbelievably gorgeous like this, completely at Luffy’s mercy, instinctively sinking into submission.
Sometimes Zoro just needs to be reminded of who is in charge.
“Tell me what you want, Zoro,” Luffy commands, spreading his hands over the swordsman’s bare abs. He catches a familiar glimmer of hope in Zoro’s eyes, the glint that appears when he thinks he’s finally about to get what he wants.
“Please let me touch you,” Zoro begs, his voice dripping with desperation.
Luffy considers the request as he slides his hands up to squeeze the firm muscles of Zoro’s chest, eliciting a high-pitched whine. “And why should I do that?” Luffy asks, feigning confusion by titling his head to the side.
“I’ll do anything you want,” Zoro offers, pretty eyes glistening as tears begin to collect on his lashes. He’s already so wrecked, and Luffy’s only just getting started. “Please. I’ll be good, I promise.”
Zoro’s pleas are music to Luffy’s ears. A magnificent song of lust and love that he wants to listen to over and over again until the end of time.
“Oh yeah?” Luffy replies with a sinfully amused smile. “Is Zoro gonna be a good boy for me?”
“Yes, captain,” Zoro responds breathily, looking up at Luffy with wide, glassy eyes.
Luffy slips both of his hands into Zoro’s, holding them down as he laces their fingers together. He knows Zoro wouldn’t dare to move without permission, but the strength with which Luffy pins his boyfriend’s hands to the pillow adds an extra level of dominance, an unambiguous display of Luffy’s authority.
He leans down to kiss Zoro’s forehead, then his temple, and then his cheek. “Yeah, Zoro’s always a good boy for me,” he whispers, his breath ghosting against the man’s ear. “Just for me.”
Zoro shivers in response. “Just for you.”
Luffy trails his kisses down Zoro’s neck, purposely making obscenely loud sucking noises along the way. “So good,” he coos, earning a frustrated whine from Zoro, the sound possessing the most beautiful combination of pleasure and suffering. “My sweet swordsman.”
A delicious whimper escapes Zoro’s throat when Luffy’s knee gently presses up against the growing bulge in his pants. “Captain, please.”
If there’s one thing Luffy enjoys more than teasing Zoro, it’s rewarding his good behavior. “Go ahead,” he says. “You can touch.”
As soon as he is granted permission, Zoro grabs onto Luffy’s hips and begins slowly humping his thigh. His eyes flutter shut as he tips his head back, the friction clearly providing some much-needed relief.
Luffy positions his hands on either side of the pillow to prop himself up as he watches his boyfriend squirm below him, when a tempting idea pops into his head.
“You think you can make yourself cum like this?”
Zoro’s eyes snap open, and Luffy bites his lip to keep from laughing out loud at the adorably dumbfounded look on the man’s face. He continues to grind subtly against Luffy’s leg as he ponders the idea. “Uh… I think so,” he answers with ragged breaths.
The dynamic of the situation causes Luffy’s head to spin. He’s drunk with power, delightfully overwhelmed with the knowledge that Zoro would do absolutely anything he asked.
With a smirk and a single nod of his head, Luffy gives the green light. Zoro wastes no time in adjusting his grip to hold onto Luffy’s ass for leverage, his hands large enough to grab the entirety of both cheeks. His hips instantly pick up speed, and soon he’s thrusting his entire lower body against Luffy at full force, frantically chasing his climax.
The stiffness between Luffy’s own legs suddenly becomes painfully evident. He ignores it for now, though, his sole focus being the beautiful man below him losing himself by getting off on Luffy’s thigh; his bottom lip caught between his teeth, the pretty pink blush burning on his cheeks, the sweat beading above his furrowed brow. Luffy watches with hooded eyes, reveling in the fact that he’s the only person in the whole world lucky enough to witness Zoro like this: so vulnerable, so needy, so fucking perfect .
It doesn’t take long for Zoro to bring himself right to the edge. “I’m close,” he pants, restraining his hip movements, knowing he’s not allowed to cross the line until Luffy allows it.
Luffy tenderly runs his hand through Zoro’s hair. “Is there something Zoro wants to ask me?”
Zoro tries to speak again, but the words get caught in his throat, and all that comes out is a broken moan.
“Be a big boy and use your words,” Luffy encourages, leaning down to rest his forehead against Zoro’s.
“Can I please cum?” Zoro pleads, his voice so wonderfully pathetic.
Luffy’s heart flips in his chest. Zoro is always so good for him, always following directions, always knowing exactly what he’s supposed to say.
It’s as if they have a pre-written script, a well-rehearsed performance, which perhaps deters any spontaneity, but Luffy has yet to become bored with this particular production. In fact, he appreciates the repetitiveness. Their everyday life is a never-ending series of unexpected twists and turns, so Luffy cherishes this intimate routine they’ve created as a way to take a break from the chaos.
Luffy smiles and wraps a single hand around the space just underneath Zoro’s chin. The swordsman grunts and compliantly tilts his head back, closing his eyes as Luffy applies the tiniest amount of pressure. Not enough to choke him, but enough to hold him in place, enough for Luffy’s thumb and pointer finger to feel the throbbing veins at the pulse points below Zoro’s jawbone.
“Cum for me, Zoro.”
Right on cue, a wet patch appears on the front of Zoro’s pants, seeping down his leg and soaking the fabric. His body trembles as he rides out his orgasm, his mouth hanging open while Luffy repeatedly mutters “good boy” against the corner of his lips.
As the trembling subsides and his breathing begins to even out, Zoro opens his eyes and stares up at Luffy in awe, his gaze filled with such adoration and devotion, an expression that Luffy can only compare to the manner with which one worships a god. Like Luffy is this ethereal being who carries the answers to all of life’s mysteries. A celestial force that keeps the world spinning and the sun shining.
Zoro looks at him like he’s the only thing in the entire universe that matters, and it takes Luffy’s breath away every time.