(One Piece) Impatience
July 11th, 2007 20:22![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
salmon_pinkTitle: Impatience
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: NC-17
Words: 232
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100moods, prompt "restless".
Summary: Can't rush, no matter how much he wants to.
Sanji gasps, head lolling back, eyes tightly shut. His hands fist in the sheets, chest heaving as he pants for air. Words seem to have escaped him, and all he can manage when he opens his mouth to speak is a low and frantic whine.
Above him, Zoro’s eyes narrow, expression one of tightened reined control, but Sanji can see the strain there. Can see it in the way Zoro’s tongue swipes at his bottom lip, can hear it in the hitch in his breathing.
But still Zoro refuses to break his pace, fingers moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Stretching, opening, too slick with oil to provide the friction Sanji craves, and he wants to tell Zoro to rush, but he knows it’s pointless. Even if he could find his voice, Zoro is too stubborn to listen, too determined to do things his way.
The burn of it, the pain, the dull ache that followed him for days after their first time together has faded from Sanji’s mind completely in the face of the teasing pleasure of Zoro’s methodical movements. All he can think of is more, now, how much he needs it.
“I’m adding another finger,” Zoro whispers, and Sanji wants to kick him, wants to tell him how fucking unnatural his concern is.
But all he can do is gasp, back arching, and spread his legs wider. And wait.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: NC-17
Words: 232
Notes: For
100moods, prompt "restless".Summary: Can't rush, no matter how much he wants to.
Sanji gasps, head lolling back, eyes tightly shut. His hands fist in the sheets, chest heaving as he pants for air. Words seem to have escaped him, and all he can manage when he opens his mouth to speak is a low and frantic whine.
Above him, Zoro’s eyes narrow, expression one of tightened reined control, but Sanji can see the strain there. Can see it in the way Zoro’s tongue swipes at his bottom lip, can hear it in the hitch in his breathing.
But still Zoro refuses to break his pace, fingers moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Stretching, opening, too slick with oil to provide the friction Sanji craves, and he wants to tell Zoro to rush, but he knows it’s pointless. Even if he could find his voice, Zoro is too stubborn to listen, too determined to do things his way.
The burn of it, the pain, the dull ache that followed him for days after their first time together has faded from Sanji’s mind completely in the face of the teasing pleasure of Zoro’s methodical movements. All he can think of is more, now, how much he needs it.
“I’m adding another finger,” Zoro whispers, and Sanji wants to kick him, wants to tell him how fucking unnatural his concern is.
But all he can do is gasp, back arching, and spread his legs wider. And wait.
