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salmon_pinkTitle: Inside Voice
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Luffy/Zoro
Rating: NC-17
Words: 414
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100_men, prompt "insides".
Zoro’s head tosses against the floor, teeth gritted around all the rough and wrecked noises building in his throat. It’s the dead of night and even the quietest of sounds travels through Merry’s walls. He doesn’t need the rest of the crew knowing exactly how easily Luffy’s pulling him to pieces, shattering his defences until all Zoro can do is gasp and clench his hands into fists and take it.
Three nimble fingers working him open, slick with oil and rubbing against his insides. Working that sweet spot, up and back, that always makes his eyes roll up in his head.
“Is it good, Zoro?” Luffy murmurs softly, and he’s got that gleam in his eye that makes it clear he knows exactly how good it is, but he wants to hear Zoro say it.
Stubborn to a fault, but Zoro’s stubborn too, so all he does it grunt and buck his hips, refusing to put his pleasure into words.
That gets him a chuckle, low and dark, and then Zoro’s having to clamp down on the yelp that almost makes its way past his lips. Feeling those fingers grow, get wider, longer, so damn deep, and he pants raggedly as he struggles to prop himself up on one elbow.
“Oi, are you stretching while you’re inside of me?” he hisses incredulously, voice strained and wavering.
Luffy meets his wide eyes easily. “Yep,” he says simply, and then there’s another burst of growth inside of Zoro’s ass, fingers spreading him wide, and Zoro doesn’t quite swallow his groan in time. Hears it bouncing off the walls, loud and desperate, before his head thuds back against the planks.
Luffy’s not even moving his arm anymore, just letting the stretch and shrink of his fingers create the pretence of thrusts, and Zoro can feel himself clenching and opening, muscles working within him as he arches his back.
“Gonna tell me how good it feels?” Luffy asks, and his voice is quiet but not quiet enough in the silence of the night. Clearly determined to get Zoro to bare his damn soul, wanting to hear all the ways he makes Zoro lose his mind, and Zoro would hate it from anyone else.
But it’s Luffy, who’s the exception to so many things in Zoro’s life, so he just sighs and spreads his thighs a little wider. “So fucking good,” he admits, husky and honest, and Luffy grins broadly and begins to fuck him in earnest as reward.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Luffy/Zoro
Rating: NC-17
Words: 414
Notes: For
100_men, prompt "insides".Zoro’s head tosses against the floor, teeth gritted around all the rough and wrecked noises building in his throat. It’s the dead of night and even the quietest of sounds travels through Merry’s walls. He doesn’t need the rest of the crew knowing exactly how easily Luffy’s pulling him to pieces, shattering his defences until all Zoro can do is gasp and clench his hands into fists and take it.
Three nimble fingers working him open, slick with oil and rubbing against his insides. Working that sweet spot, up and back, that always makes his eyes roll up in his head.
“Is it good, Zoro?” Luffy murmurs softly, and he’s got that gleam in his eye that makes it clear he knows exactly how good it is, but he wants to hear Zoro say it.
Stubborn to a fault, but Zoro’s stubborn too, so all he does it grunt and buck his hips, refusing to put his pleasure into words.
That gets him a chuckle, low and dark, and then Zoro’s having to clamp down on the yelp that almost makes its way past his lips. Feeling those fingers grow, get wider, longer, so damn deep, and he pants raggedly as he struggles to prop himself up on one elbow.
“Oi, are you stretching while you’re inside of me?” he hisses incredulously, voice strained and wavering.
Luffy meets his wide eyes easily. “Yep,” he says simply, and then there’s another burst of growth inside of Zoro’s ass, fingers spreading him wide, and Zoro doesn’t quite swallow his groan in time. Hears it bouncing off the walls, loud and desperate, before his head thuds back against the planks.
Luffy’s not even moving his arm anymore, just letting the stretch and shrink of his fingers create the pretence of thrusts, and Zoro can feel himself clenching and opening, muscles working within him as he arches his back.
“Gonna tell me how good it feels?” Luffy asks, and his voice is quiet but not quiet enough in the silence of the night. Clearly determined to get Zoro to bare his damn soul, wanting to hear all the ways he makes Zoro lose his mind, and Zoro would hate it from anyone else.
But it’s Luffy, who’s the exception to so many things in Zoro’s life, so he just sighs and spreads his thighs a little wider. “So fucking good,” he admits, husky and honest, and Luffy grins broadly and begins to fuck him in earnest as reward.
