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He slammed the slim body at his whim against the nearest wall and relished the slight groan. His palms glided along the creamy expanse. There was some struggle, but he clearly wasn’t making an earnest attempt.
“Don’t worry about you and size, huh?”
He placed his hands around the other man’s smaller waist and licked sweat from his neck. He prodded between strong legs with slick fingers, and they invaded the tight canal.
A familiar voice—that was uncharacteristically not aggravating at the moment—moaned with appreciation. “Ah—Moss, please—”
“I’ll give it all to you,” he growled close to the blond’s ear.
He filled his partner and rocked him with smooth thrusts. He whined, but his own leaking member gave him away. It was grabbed and stroked in tandem. Pleasure scorched through him as he lost the battle with willpower to the pliant warmth he had pinned. It reached an unbearable froth and crested.
Zoro shot up so fast, his spine might’ve cracked. “FUCK!”
There was a thump as someone presumably fell out of their hammock.
“Oi! Mosshead!”
Zoro palmed himself at the crotch level and—to his quiet horror—discovered that he had orgasmed on the cusp of consciousness. That hadn’t happened since he was a fucking teenager. Around thirteen or fourteen, perhaps. Before shit just got too real for those kinds of dreams.
He drew one leg up and looked over to where Sanji was half-reclined on the floor which he glowered at with indignation. He looked stupid.
And sleep ruffled.
And too damn hot for an unfairly straight man.
“Why’d you wake me up, cook? Adding your blood to the menu?” He shifted to lay on his side—pointedly facing away from Sanji’s direction—and ignored Sanji’s outraged sputters.
He didn’t sleep for the remainder of the night.
It was the fifth time in the row he had a ridiculous dream about shitcook Sanji. There had been more than a dozen overall—at least, as far as the ones he remembered. There had been several times recently he woke up hard as steel with hazy recollection or none at all.
Annoying.
But none until then had been so vivid—or made him climax untouched.
Fucking asshat and his fucking innuendos.
✦
“Remember guys, we have about another hour before the truth serum wears off,” Nami reminded them. “Be careful with your phrasing.”
Zoro rolled his eyes. What a useless fucking power to use on them—serving drinks that forced them to answer questions with truth. Luffy was a blabbermouth, anyway, under the right conditions. He eyed Sanji warily—trying to disregard the cigarette hanging as a tantalizing beacon to his lips—when he followed Zoro into the dining area and threw himself onto a seat. Zoro pulled out a bottle and glasses. He hesitated, then sat across from him. Sanji took a full glass but didn’t immediately lift it to his mouth. He sucked his stick and lifted it away as he kept his gaze on Zoro through a plume of smoke.
“Whatever you’re thinking, don’t.”
Sanji laughed and Zoro fought the urge to strangle him. “It’s good we’re all a crew. Such good friends. The things we could find out about each other! Lucky for you, I’m a nice guy.”
Nice. Hah.
“Lucky,” Zoro deadpanned.
Sanji stubbed his cigarette and studied the glass in his other hand.
“I mean—imagine—somethin’ like, what’s the most embarrassin’ secret you’ve kept? But that’d be—” His hand twitched, and he almost doused himself with alcohol. “Wait, that wasn’t—”
Zoro clenched his teeth and clapped a hand over his mouth. NO. FUCK NO. His throat felt like it was engulfed in flame. He dug in his nails. His muscles strained and shuddered as he turned all of his mental fortitude inward to contain the imprisoned confession.
“I didn’t mean to—Mosshead, I swear—”
Zoro turned and sank his teeth into his bicep. His eyes started to feel wet from the pressure. Sanji continued to fumble on the other side of him.
“I’ll leave!” He scrambled toward the exit, but Zoro jerked to his feet. “Ah, I guess you would just follow me. Shit. Shit!”
“Mm—mmph—”
He chomped down on his bare forearm instead and tasted iron. Suddenly, Sanji covered his ears. Zoro furrowed his brows at him.
“Just tell me quietly, that’s it!”
However, the Devil Fruit’s residual influence had other ideas. Zoro yanked his arm from his mouth and in a stiff motion, he snatched Sanji’s wrists and tugged his hands down. He stared him directly in the eye and spilled the beans.
“I can’t stop having sex dreams about you.”
Just.
Throw me overboard, Zoro thought with squirming urgency.
Sanji blinked.
“That’s it?”
Zoro was sure the look on his face was murderous. “Yeah. I want to jump your bones all the time, and it’s keeping me awake at night.”
Shitty truth power.
Please don’t let him fucking ask—why me?
Sanji ran one hand through his hair and stared at Zoro like he had never seen anyone like him. Punch him and run. Fucking punch his smug dumbass face and run. Despite the almost nauseating desperation, Zoro didn’t knock Sanji out and leap overboard. He collapsed back on the seat and started chugging the bottle. Sanji slid into the other seat and offered him a feeble smile.
“Well, who doesn’t get horny and have those kinds of dreams? Not like you can control it.”
“People who aren’t interested in sex.”
“Oh, yeah. Fair. But you know what I mean.” Sanji added, “I’m flattered, really. Didn’t know you’re gay, though.”
“Shut up.” In the name of the seas, shut the fuck up forever.
“So—in for the Berry—were they detailed sex dreams or more like vague artistic stuff?”
Artistic stuff? What the fuck? Was that the sort of arousing trip Sanji had while asleep? Artistic? He didn’t want to know what the actual fuck that meant. He glared. “Detailed. So much for being a nice guy.”
“Hey—listen. Anythin’ you want to know about me, you can ask too. Open book.”
“Pass. I don’t care.”
“Suit yourself. Do we suck each other off or is it more—bugger—”
“Don’t call it that.”
“Anal sex then—geez. Did we do that?”
“Yes. The last time, anyway.” For the hell of it, he tacked on, “I think your dream version screamed.”
Sanji’s face flushed a bit, and he coughed. Four Blues help him but the shithead was cute when he got flustered. Don’t ask, don’t you dare—
“Hmm. Who topped?”
Damnit—
“I did, bitch.”
Sanji rested his chin in his hand, and damn he looked so fucking kissable.
“Name-calling isn’t necessary.”
“Says the one who calls me Mosshead. Asking me invasive questions isn’t necessary, either.”
“Already opened the can of worms, eh—would be a shame to waste the opportunity.” Sanji chuckled with a nod. “Of course you topped even in your dreams—should’ve known. Wait—is that why you woke me up with your shout last week?”
Unable to resist, he answered, “Yeah. Because you had to make that shitty comment—not worrying about you and size. Finally introduced itself to my subconscious—asshole.”
Sanji downed the rest of his glass and belted out a laugh. “Excuse me, I guess. I was just tryin’ to get you to giggle. Like you did over the bonin’ knife.”
“Fuck you. I was under the influence of some Baroque Works psycho.”
“Sure, mate.”
Zoro restrained the immature urge to kick him under the table. He dropped his head into the cradle of his palm. Should’ve taken my chances with the fucking ocean.
“Suppose that means you think your dick is bigger,” Sanji mused.
Zoro dragged his hand away like he wanted to clear grime from a window and tilted his head. There were a lot of different responses he could give—could even keep his trap shut because it wasn’t phrased as a question—but Sanji had served the chance to fuck with him on a silver platter.
“Big enough. What, you want to see? Measure for yourself?”
The dilation of Sanji’s pupils was visible, and he made a choking noise. “Yeah, I kinda do—shit. Fuck.”
Zoro smirked. “You did say I could ask you anything.”
“Forget you heard that—forget this entire conversation—”
Parried.
“I don’t have anything to hide.” Zoro spread his hands.
“Neither do I!”
Zoro wasn’t prepared for Sanji to haul Zoro to his feet. He wasn’t prepared for Sanji to glance at him as though asking for permission and reach down to bare himself. Zoro averted his eyes at the glimpse of slender fingers loosening the clasp on his trousers and thatch of pubic hair that followed.
Nope.
Not adding fuel to the fire.
Not to be outdone in this shameless display, he shoved his own garments down. Sanji’s gaze on him burned—a brand on his tender flesh. He cussed up a storm and held two fingers to his nose—was that blood—Nope. Zoro covered up and strode briskly out of the room. He needed to stab something—or a lot of somethings.
“So, you were hidin’ a fourth sword all this time,” Sanji’s voice trailed after him.
Yeah, he has to rip something to shreds. Maybe with his bare hands, actually.
✦
The rest of the crew was on shore. Zoro was heading to the men’s room when a figure materialized from the shadows and pushed him into the wall. “Cook? What—”
“I want you to fuck me.”
They stared at each other. Sanji’s breathing was heavier. His tongue darted out to compress his bottom lip, and Zoro—
Zoro thought he must have been impaled and was bleeding out on the deck at the moment. Sanji definitely wasn’t manhandling and propositioning him while looking more delectable than ever. Impossible.
“What the hell?”
“I’m goin’ mad,” Sanji muttered. “I need to get railed by your huge cock yesterday, and I’m really not jokin’.”
Want you.
To fuck me.
Need.
To get railed.
By your huge cock.
The words looped in Zoro’s shattered mind like a vicious whirlpool.
“You—You are not gay,” Zoro responded intelligently.
“To be honest, I think—I think I might not be entirely straight, either.”
“I don’t know if asking to get dicked down by the nearest male crewmate is really—the normal reaction. Or a good idea.”
“I don’t want the nearest male crewmate,” Sanji declared, “I want you, idiot.”
“You would regret asking me for this. You don’t know what you’re asking me,” Zoro insisted.
“Try me, Mossy—fuckin’. Try me!”
“Fine.” Zoro grabbed a fistful of flaxen hair and licked a stripe up his neck.
The irritating fucker squeaked.
Then he melted. Then he moaned as Zoro kissed and nibbled his way down.
This was such a bad idea.
But—fuck it, being in love with Sanji was already a bad idea, and that hadn’t stopped him.
He threw Sanji over his shoulder and kicked the door open, and he couldn’t stop the grin from breaking onto his face when it earned him another sound like a rusty door hinge. He deposited Sanji next to his hammock.
“Strip.”
To his surprise, Sanji obediently began to divest himself of clothes. Zoro followed his lead and—once fully nude—made a detour to fetch his stashed lube. He tossed some pillows on the closest couch. He took a moment to rake his gaze over the body revealed. He had seen some of it. That was a given with pirates on a somewhat cramped ship. But he had tried not to stare, despite the pent up desire.
More importantly—he was allowed to touch.
He squeezed Sanji’s waist. He roamed his hands over firm buttocks and muscled thighs. Sanji groaned into his hair but his hands weren’t idle. He groped Zoro along the contours of his back, arms, and chest in a similar fashion. Zoro rubbed and pinched Sanji’s nipples and enjoyed the breathy little noises he made.
His erection created a damp spot on his belly. He shifted and sighed as their cocks brushed. He dropped to his knees and popped the head of Sanji’s fat cock into his mouth without ceremony. Sanji’s skilled fingers combed through his hair and his moans sounded like they’d been punched directly out of him. He held Sanji by the hip with one hand and wrapped the other around the base of his cock. He lapped the underside and slid him further toward his throat. Zoro felt his thigh quiver.
He bobbed his head and with confidence removed his hand so he could bury his nose into Sanji’s crotch. He inhaled the heady musk. He used his freed hand to massage velvet balls. He pulled back, pressed and swirled his tongue just under the cockhead, and sunk forward again.
“Ohh fu—fuck! I’m gonna—”
Whose come tasted sweet? It tasted fucking sweet. Goddamn Sanji. It wasn’t an unbearable saccharine either—sort of mild and finished with a sharp tang. For fuck sake—Sanji was in his fucking brain with the cooking shit, now. He didn’t leave a drop behind.
Zoro stood. Sanji—panting—looked up at him from under his eyelashes. He leaned forward with lips slightly parted. Hell no. He pretended to miss the hint and sent Sanji sprawling onto the couch. Sanji tossed his bangs and grinned up at him. He kneeled between his legs which parted to welcome him.
“You ever done this?”
“Penetration? No. I’ve thought about it—there was this—nevermind. Sex with a man? Also no. I—erm—a couple guys have turned my head but—”
“Gods. Are you real?” He sighed. “Don’t answer that. You’re okay with giving me the other half of your virginity?”
“That’s a reductive heteronormative thing to say. But also—yes. I trust you with my life, you know. Not much different, this,” Sanji replied.
This blond piece of shit is going to kill me, Zoro realized.
He coated his fingers. He searched Sanji’s face and decided to get on with it. He breached him with one finger, and Sanji groaned. Zoro closed his eyes and counted a few breaths. He had a feeling he would be doing that a lot, lest he lose his fucking mind. Every sensual response from Sanji was like a set of talons tearing through his vital organs. Son of a bitch.
After another finger joined, he asked, “Good?”
“Yeah, oh—yeah,” Sanji breathed.
Zoro wasn’t certain he’d survive putting his dick in Sanji if he was going to react to Zoro’s every move like he’d never been touched. He pumped his fingers in and out—steady and focused—up to adding a third. He looked up when Sanji made a strange sound that skirted discomfort.
“Still good?”
“Er yes I’m extremely good—sorry, it’s just. You look how you do when you’re in a really intense sword fight. It’s—it’s hot as hell, were you aware?”
He curled his fingers absently, and Sanji made an interesting noise. “Shut up.” He wished he could capture Sanji’s vocalizations in a jar and listen to them whenever he wanted.
“Can’t you—ah—take a compliment?”
“You take a compliment,” Zoro grumbled.
“That doesn’t make any—”
Zoro did that thing with his fingers again, effectively silencing Sanji as he arched his back. He withdrew his fingers. Sanji lifted his head, and he looked betrayed. His expression lightened when Zoro crawled on top of him and hiked a leg up.
“Yes—finally—fuck me already, Mosshead!”
“I had to make sure you could take my cock idiot, it’s thicker than a couple of fingers,” he said with a drop in his voice. Sanji swallowed, and Zoro watched the bob of his throat.
Sanji scoffed, but his lips curled up. For a moment, Zoro wallowed in cool cerulean. Then, he reached toward Zoro’s cheek and angled closer. No way. Fucker was trying to kiss him again.
Zoro quickly shoved his palm over Sanji’s mouth. His brow scrunched.
“No kissing. Got it?”
Something flashed in Sanji’s eyes that he couldn’t read. He nodded. He moved his hand to grab Sanji by the hair, and he guided himself into position. He pressed his face into Sanji’s neck and groaned as he entered him.
“Ngh!”
His hips twitched, and Zoro tugged at his scalp to caution him. Zoro waited until his muscles relaxed and slid in a bit more.
Sanji released a shaky exhale. “Holy shit—how much is it now?”
“I don’t know—like half—”
“Holy fuckin’ shit. How are you so big.”
Zoro huffed. Newly minted maybe-Bisexual is a size king. Noted.
“What’s funny?”
“You’re obsessed with the length of my dick. Careful cook, you’re stroking my ego here.”
He punctuated his words with a small thrust that gusted air out of his partner.
“No—I’m not—! Well. Alright. I think I am. Ruin me.”
Zoro gripped his thigh and fully buried his cock. Sanji threw his head back and scraped Zoro’s shoulders with his nails. Delighted in spite of himself, Zoro kissed a line along his jaw. Sanji pulled him close and turned to suck on his ear. His teeth tugged at Zoro’s adornments which was really nice. He gasped and gave a few shallow thrusts accompanied by more wrecked noises from Sanji. He hooked Sanji’s leg and slightly folded him. No more fooling around.
He retreated to the tip of his cock and thrusted deep.
“AH—FUCK—ZORO—”
His name. Fuck. Fucking shit. It sounded like divine nectar from his lips.
Retreat. Thrust. Again. Sanji broadcasted his pleasure with cussing and yelling his name like a desperate prayer. Zoro’s head started to swim. Through harsh exhales and exclamations, he realized that Sanji had grown hard again a while ago. He spat on the hand that wasn’t—still—gripping Sanji’s suntouched wheat locks—and wrapped it around his weeping, wine-red tipped dick. Something about the way he shifted must have changed the angle because the whimpers that escaped Sanji were different. He picked up the pace.
“SHIT—MOTHERFUCK—ZORO—AHH, SHIT—YES, YES, FUCK YES—ZORO—!”
“You feel so good,” Zoro praised breathlessly. “You fit me—take me so well—good—good boy.”
He didn’t know why that decided to fly out of his mouth, but it instantly gained the Sanji stamp of approval as he keened and painted them in ropes of ejaculate. His channel clenched and rippled around his cock. His hips snapped to Sanji’s ass. He was painfully aware of the need to come squeezing his balls. He just—wanted to—last a—little longer—
“Come in me, come in me, come in me,” Sanji begged.
Final nail in the coffin. Completely irresistible.
He growled and spilled his secret admirer’s note into Sanji’s darkest places. Distantly, he noticed his shoulder blades felt like he’d been attacked by the claws of a feral animal, but he wasn’t bothered by the sensation. Not bothered at all.
They stumbled over and flopped into Zoro’s hammock. He might’ve been underwater or floating above the clouds, he couldn’t tell. For a little while he laid there practically sex-drunk and liquified.
The crash of merciless reality tore him into splinters.
He jolted up. Sanji looked at him with a gentle smile that singed anger into him like a cigarette being snuffed on a delicate tablecloth. Zoro stared at the languid menace that was plaguing his libido—and more regrettably, his heart. He massaged his head with one hand and shook it side to side. It was beyond foolish that he let this happen.
Shortsighted, in fact. Almost naive.
“Fuck me.”
“I’m gonna need a min—”
“You fucking bastard,” he snarled.
Sanji’s expression crumpled. “What did I—”
Zoro promptly shoved him out of the hammock. He rolled over and hid his face in the pillow to not observe the result of his actions.
✦
Zoro could feel the rest of the crew’s stares as he ignored and refused to speak to Sanji—unless absolutely necessary—in the days that followed.
He ignored the hurt in his expression when he tried and failed to engage Zoro in their usual banter—and when he resorted to attempting a casual or polite chat. He ignored it as Sanji grew clipped and hostile—as he started making sarcastic jabs about him to the others.
✦
They were off the ship and in a town when Sanji finally exploded.
“Oi!” Sanji kicked him into a wall and stole one of his sheathed swords. The fucking nerve. Damn sexy bastard. Sanji danced out of reach as Zoro grabbed for the sword.
Sanji demanded, “Everyone is done with your bullshit—myself especially. Just what is your fuckin’ problem?”
“Give me back Kitetsu before you hurt yourself and just—Fuck. Off.”
“No. Knobhead.” Sanji glanced at the rest of the crew who were further away and trying—badly—to be subtle about watching them. He lowered his voice. “Is this about—our sexual encounter? I thought that it was—I don’t get it. You’re the one who was lustin’ after me. I practically did you a favor—”
Before he could think twice, Zoro shouted, “I didn’t ask you to fucking sleep with me, asshole!”
A shocked guffaw sounded from the group at the same time Nami said, “Oh for fuck’s sake.”
Zoro’s eyes flicked to them and down to the stone path. At that moment, he wished he could kill forty criminals and bathe in their blood. Anything to not feel so fucking miserable. He growled to himself and stormed away from Sanji. Members of his crew darted out of his trajectory as he raged past them.
✦
Sanji stood statuesque even as his eyes lingered on Zoro’s retreating form. Nami waved the others off and approached him with measured steps like he might flee.
“Hey, Sanji—what did you do?”
“WHAT DID I—?! Tch—Mosshead called me a bastard for no reason after we made love and kicked me out of his hammock! Then treated me like filth stuck to the heel of a boot! How was I supposed to take that?”
She mouthed made love back at him and raised her eyebrows. His hands balled into fists, and he hissed through his teeth. This whole situation was ridiculous and unbelievable.
“You didn’t see the way he looked at me while we were—doin’ it. He—like—like he was goin’ to perish in the desert and I was his oasis.”
“Aw, romantic.” He didn’t appreciate her tone.
“Ugh. He’s the first man I was ever with and he ripped me out of my state of bliss and left me alone and—and shakin’ from the adrenaline crash. I have no clue how I pissed him off, and I can’t fix it if I don’t know what happened! I thought it all went pretty well—bloody fantastic, in fact!”
Nami made a weird airy sound, possibly aborted laughter at his expense.
“Damn I thought Zoro was the hopeless idiot between you,” she mumbled.
Sanji gave her a confused smile and lightly asked, “What does that mean?”
She rolled her eyes. “If you can’t figure it out—I’m not telling you.”
“But if I knew I wouldn’t need you to tell me,” he complained.
She shook her head and left in the direction of the other crewmates—who were predictably hiding much closer than they should’ve been to eavesdrop.
✦
“Zoro.”
“Nami.”
“I’m going to need you to stop being such a dick to Sanji. It’s making everyone crazy.”
He leaned on a barrel. “I don’t know if I can promise anything.”
“Just—try to act more like you did before your heartless little one night stand.”
“Not heartless,” Zoro muttered.
“Is that so? He’s pretty upset about you throwing him away like garbage.”
“I didn’t—” He looked at the far wall and finally met her eyes. “Fuck.”
Nami saw something in his gaze she immediately wished she hadn’t caught.
“Oh, honey.”
She wrapped her arms around him, and he sobbed into her shoulder. She spared a thought for how jealous Sanji would’ve been once—of him—if that version of Sanji had seen them like this. Now, it would likely be the reverse.
“You’re both so goddamn stupid.”
He didn’t react to that statement, too tipsy and busy drowning in his misplaced sorrow. When he finished emptying his emotional decanter and angrily wiped his eyes, they swore in awkward whispers never to speak of this.
Dumbasses were madly in love and thought the other either wasn’t interested like that or outright hated him. She wanted to smack them both senseless and then smash them together like dolls since they apparently couldn’t figure it out for themselves. She was sorely tempted to break her promise and tell Sanji that their tough guy swordsman had cried like a bitch over his heartache. It would resolve a lot of issues.
✦
Sanji was fighting five—three men and two women—while holding his own. He glimpsed Zoro in his peripheral engaged in his own battle with another swordsman. He was a beautiful blur of green and silver. His heart tried to climb into his throat when Zoro’s opponent dove into him from where he had perched on a tree branch. His sword pierced—No. It couldn’t be. It looked like his sword had skewered Zoro.
He had fucking shrieked. The sound almost made Sanji feel like his spine had been ripped out. He bowled through his remaining adversaries and rushed toward his fallen crewmate.
The enemy swordsman stumbled off and eventually fell—apparently badly wounded before he had made that last move. Part of Sanji wanted to check and deal the final blow if he wasn’t dead but—Zoro. Zoro first.
He was face-down and a puddle of blood had formed under him.
“No, no, no,” Sanji chanted. “Not like this—you can’t—that guy should’ve been nothin’—”
He placed a shaking hand on Zoro’s shoulder and gently flipped him over. Zoro took a deep breath and his eyelids fluttered open. Alive!
“Zoro—”
Upon closer inspection, there was a notable slice under his ribs, but it wasn’t nearly as devastating as it had appeared. Sanji helped him sit up against a wall for a support. He winced. Sanji shrugged off his coat and then removed his shirt. He tore strips and wrapped it around Zoro’s abdomen as a tourniquet. He still needed be delivered to Chopper as soon as possible. He might need stitches.
“Don’t fuckin’ scare me like that, Mosshead.”
“I’m fine—just had the wind knocked out of me.”
“I thought you were dead.”
“Didn’t know you cared so much,” Zoro grunted. Sanji glared at him.
“Of course I fuckin’ care, you incredible moron.”
Before he could think better of it, Sanji placed a hand on either side of Zoro’s face and kneeled closer to kiss him. He had expectations. He was ready. But no, he was not ready—not for Zoro to let out a soft little hum and melt like his lips were butter and Sanji was a fresh-baked loaf. Sanji licked the seam of his mouth and pulled away before it could get out of control.
“You need medical attention,” Sanji said partially for his own benefit.
There was a bit of an argument that was done more in body language than words, but eventually Zoro rode piggyback to join up with the crew.
“What happened to you?!”
“Zoro almost died. I was too far away and I thought I saw him fuckin’ die.”
“Sanji is being dramatic—it’s just a scratch. Should see the other guy.”
Oh dear fuck in all the blue seas—
Zoro said it. He said his name.
✦
Sanji cornered him when Zoro was freshly relieved of his stitches.
He snuck his hand under Zoro’s shirt and touched the rough tissue with reverence.
“I thought I lost you. I thought you hated me and I thought you were gone, before we could talk and I wanted to kick myself for being such a—”
Zoro cupped the back of his neck and brought their lips together. Sanji gasped. Their lips played with gentle caresses, but after a moment Sanji licked his way into Zoro’s mouth and tried to live there—tried to crawl inside of him as though he’d been searching for the grandest truth of all and that was Zoro.
He dragged Sanji into the bedroom while never breaking their furious make out session. Sanji looped an arm around him. Zoro devoured him like the last meal he would ever enjoy.
Oh, Zoro had fucked and been fucked. He had fucked left, right, sideways, and upside down. He had fucked all the men over eighteen and under fifty in a small village, once.
No one had ever kissed him like this. If they kissed him at all.
He’s just excitable. Don’t read into it.
“Zoro—wait—Zoro—please—”
He hissed, “What? Don’t mess this up, just—”
“I love you. So much. Shit. I’m so in love with you, Mossy.”
Uh—
Oh.
Forget it, read the whole library.
“Fuck, Sanji. I love you. Fucking gods.”
Zoro swallowed his delighted laughter and sipped the leftover pulp of it with his tongue. Sanji held him like a lifelong treasure.