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Zoro is simple. He goes to college, does tattoo designs while his professor spews bullshit, teaches the kids at a dojo Mr. Shimotsuki opened in New York, and then goes home to sleep. He wakes up at five every morning to go to the gym, it's his space.
Zoro is simple until he dates a man that is not.
Sanji goes to culinary school. He grew up on a cruise, as his adoptive dad was one of the chefs there. He works for a small salon and makes food for everyone. He's always well dressed; he's well mannered– the perfect gentleman. The man of everyones' dreams.
Sanji had decided to move in about five months ago. Luffys' grandfather is a polititian, so he owns this grand tower with twelve apartments; six floors.
It's been horrendous– it's been ecstatic. Zoro is infatuated with Sanji. The man is taller than him, blonde, has a blue eye and is always perfectly groomed.
And he's a flirt.
"Mosshead!" Sanji yelled as he knocked on Zoros' door. "Come out!"
Zoro, who was drawing designs, groaned as he walked over to the door and opened it.
"It's six PM, the fuck do you want?"
"It's my day off. Come on, I have a surprise in my room."
Zoro perked up at that, his lips slightly parted. "Alright." He said, closing the door before following Sanji into his apartment.
Inside, a beautiful scene: dinner was on low fire on the stove, candles were placed on the dining table and the lights were dimmed.
Zoros' eyes narrowed, "Why?"
Sanji smiled, "Just figured I'd do a little somthing for you. Do you not like it?"
"I like it. Thanks, curls." Zoro smiled softly as he stepped into the complex. Sanji guided him to sit down and he did.
Sanji went to plate the food and came back with two plates. Zoro smiled: it was udon.
"You didn't have to.."
"I wanted to."
They ate in silence. Afterwards, Sanji just put the plates in the sink and pulled Zoros' chair so he could stand.
"Come on," The blonde urged, and Zoro followed. Into the bathroom. A warm bath was already made.
Zoro folded.
"Curls–"
"You don't have to make it up to me."
—
Zoro bathed and soon, he was on Sanjis' bed. "Lay facing down," and Zoro did.
The lights were dim, Zoro was relaxed, naked. Sanji massaged him with nice-smelling oils– beautiful hands pressing into stubborn knots and melting them away.
He started at the shoulders and moved down, down, until he reached Zoros' ass. He kneaded until an oiled finger slipped inside Zoros' hole. He sighed as Sanji slipped another.
Sanji thrusted and eventually found Zoros' prostate, which made Zoro moan into the pillow.
"Cook–" Zoro moaned, pleasure sitting in his gut as Sanji fingered him.
"Sh, come on love" Sanji cooed, pressing kisses upon Zoros' shoulder.
"Sanji– 'm close–"
"Yeah? C'mon love, I know you can give me one."
Sanji was restless as he fingered Zoros' spot over and over. With a whimper, Zoro spilled on the sheets. The pillow was wet with drool and his body was flushed from orgasm.
—
As Zoro came down from his high, he felt Sanji clean him up. Then, Sanji cuddled him.
"My sweet Zoro, I love you."
".. I love you, too."
Guess love-making is now in his routine.