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Title: Ponderous
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: NC-17
Words: 335
Notes: For
100moods, prompt "grateful".
Summary: Stubborn to many a fault.
Sanji may be trying to talk. It makes sense, because Sanji very rarely shuts up, but Zoro’s really not in the mood to listen.
Sanji’s voice usually makes him want to hurt things, mostly Sanji, and he’s a little too preoccupied with what they’re currently doing to allow his mood to turn violent.
Sanji makes an angry noise which is probably an insult, or at least a very creative curse, but it’s satisfyingly muffled around the three fingers Zoro all but shoves into his mouth.
He may not like his voice, but there are things that Zoro does like about Sanji. Like the way he’s so ridiculously flexible that he doesn’t even tremble when he turns just enough to glare at Zoro, tongue working over the fingers pressed between his lips. Like the way he can easily balance on one foot, while Zoro holds the other leg up with a large palm wrapped around his thigh, holding Sanji’s knee pressed between the wall and his own chest. Like the way his back arches, sweat slick skin rubbing over Zoro’s front, head lolling back to rest on Zoro’s shoulder.
He’ll never tell Sanji that there things he likes about him, and certainly never how much.
Especially not how good Sanji feels, all around him, gripping him, squirming and gasping around his fingers.
Sanji doesn’t need to know how much Zoro enjoys fucking him. And he doesn’t need to know how good he looks when he’s being fucked, and when he keeps his damn mouth shut for more than a few seconds.
Sanji would never ask, of course. Not because he doesn’t want to know when people like something about him, Zoro’s sure Sanji’s ego wouldn’t mind knowing that at all. But because Sanji’s not stupid enough to ask for that kind of appreciation from Zoro, and he can definitely be grateful for that.
Because having to tell Sanji how much he likes fucking him would be almost as bad as not fucking him at all.
Almost.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: NC-17
Words: 335
Notes: For
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Summary: Stubborn to many a fault.
Sanji may be trying to talk. It makes sense, because Sanji very rarely shuts up, but Zoro’s really not in the mood to listen.
Sanji’s voice usually makes him want to hurt things, mostly Sanji, and he’s a little too preoccupied with what they’re currently doing to allow his mood to turn violent.
Sanji makes an angry noise which is probably an insult, or at least a very creative curse, but it’s satisfyingly muffled around the three fingers Zoro all but shoves into his mouth.
He may not like his voice, but there are things that Zoro does like about Sanji. Like the way he’s so ridiculously flexible that he doesn’t even tremble when he turns just enough to glare at Zoro, tongue working over the fingers pressed between his lips. Like the way he can easily balance on one foot, while Zoro holds the other leg up with a large palm wrapped around his thigh, holding Sanji’s knee pressed between the wall and his own chest. Like the way his back arches, sweat slick skin rubbing over Zoro’s front, head lolling back to rest on Zoro’s shoulder.
He’ll never tell Sanji that there things he likes about him, and certainly never how much.
Especially not how good Sanji feels, all around him, gripping him, squirming and gasping around his fingers.
Sanji doesn’t need to know how much Zoro enjoys fucking him. And he doesn’t need to know how good he looks when he’s being fucked, and when he keeps his damn mouth shut for more than a few seconds.
Sanji would never ask, of course. Not because he doesn’t want to know when people like something about him, Zoro’s sure Sanji’s ego wouldn’t mind knowing that at all. But because Sanji’s not stupid enough to ask for that kind of appreciation from Zoro, and he can definitely be grateful for that.
Because having to tell Sanji how much he likes fucking him would be almost as bad as not fucking him at all.
Almost.