(One Piece) Caught
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salmon_pinkTitle: Caught
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: NC-17
Words: 880
Timeline: Pre-Alabasta
Summary: One is playful, one is played. Two are trying to enjoy the quiet, thank you very much.
Zoro’s breath burned at the shell of his ear, moist and far too hot. The flushed skin at his neck where a wet tongue had been only moments before felt cold, exposed in the damp air, and Sanji couldn’t stop the shivers dancing up and down his back, couldn’t keep his shoulders from trembling.
“Mmm, finally. Some peace,” Nami sighed happily. “Maybe I can get some work done.”
Vivi giggled softly. “Oh, they’re not that bad. Just a little … energetic at times.”
Zoro’s left hand moved lazily under Sanji’s shirt, rough fingertips tracing up his sides, pausing each time they made him squirm more fitfully, circling and attacking every sensitive point. Running over his ribs, sliding over his stomach. Light scrape of nails, teasing pressure, before darting up to pinch abruptly at one coral nipple, and Sanji’s eyes widened, whole body bucking against Zoro’s hold, but the hand over his mouth only pulled him back, arching his neck until the back of his head was leaning on Zoro’s shoulder.
“Energetic?” Nami’s voice continued with a snort. “More like destructive.”
Vivi laughed again, that gentle laugh that always managed to sound surprised, as if Vivi herself seemed shocked that she was capable of finding amusement in her world. It never failed to pull at Sanji’s heart, to make him admire her all the more, to make him fall in love with her all over again.
Zoro’s tongue traced a messy path along the line of his jaw, and Sanji squeezed his eyes shut, one hand balled at his side, the other reaching back to fist at Zoro’s haramaki.
Nami made a thoughtful noise, followed by the sound of paper rustling.
Zoro’s teeth sank into the juncture between Sanji’s neck and shoulder.
Vivi sighed wistfully, fabric of her clothing rustling as she shifted.
Sanji struggled to breath, to not cry out, to not break.
“I wonder what they’re all up to,” Vivi mused.
Zoro’s left hand dove past the unbuckled belt and slid easily under the waistband of Sanji’s boxers. Sanji jerked, jolting backwards instinctively and only pressing himself more fully against Zoro’s body, only trapping himself more securely in the circle of Zoro’s arms. He felt, rather than heard, the laughter in Zoro’s soft exhale, and then that broad palm was wrapping around him, tight hot pressure, and Sanji bit down on Zoro’s fingers and tried to swallow down the whine caught in his throat.
“Mischief, no doubt,” Nami’s voice growled suspiciously.
Sanji bucked as the hand started to move, achingly slowly. Allowing him adjust, yet not giving him time to breathe, and he’d been kept to the edge too long already. Too long since Zoro had interrupted him before he’d been able to ask the girls if they needed any refreshment, any love drinks or desserts. Too long since a strong arm had wrapped around his waist and yanked him backwards before he’d stepped round the corner to bask in Nami and Vivi’s beauty.
“Maybe,” Vivi agreed, sounding far more happy about the idea of it than Nami had.
Sanji’s pulse was roaring in his ears, heart thundering against his chest, yet that hand was still refusing to speed up, was still setting its own leisurely pace. Sanji couldn’t stop the way his hips were rolling, pushing forward into Zoro’s grip, grinding back against his body. Whimpering, almost inaudibly, constant and desperate, as Zoro’s nose pressed into his hair, as his lips seared at his neck.
“You need to be quiet,” Zoro whispered hoarsely into his ear.
Sanji managed to nod.
Slowly, Zoro’s right hand slid lower, fingers lingering over Sanji’s lips, before sliding down past his chin. Sanji panted and turned his face towards Zoro. Eyes shut, blindly pressing his forehead against Zoro’s cheek. Zoro’s hand tilted his jaw, fingers closing around his throat, guiding his head back and to the side. Sanji could feel Zoro shifting, hand still stroking steadily at Sanji’s cock, and then Zoro’s breath was over his lips. Lost in it, gasping and trembling, and Sanji couldn’t help the way he was tilting his head up towards Zoro’s mouth, couldn’t think of anything but how badly he needed to taste.
“Quiet,” Zoro murmured.
“I hope they don’t break anything,” Nami’s voice announced suddenly.
Sanji’s eyes snapped open, and the surprised noise that threatened to spill out was muffled under Zoro’s fierce kiss, lips insistent over Sanji’s own, tongue instantly demanding entrance. Hand squeezing between Sanji’s legs forcefully, and Sanji felt a chill spike up his spine, felt his blood burning inside of him, vision bleached and wavering, and even Zoro’s tongue licking at his own wasn’t quite enough to quieten the desperate noise that Sanji couldn’t keep from escaping as his hips thrust into Zoro‘s grip one last time.
Vivi’s head whipped around from where she’d been admiring the mikan trees. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced towards the galley, as if she might just be able to see through the wall, around the corner.
“What was that noise?” she asked quietly.
“Absolutely nothing,” Nami said firmly, eyes never leaving her newspaper.
Vivi noticed the harassed frown on Nami’s face, the slight twitch above her eyebrow, and the way the paper was shredding under her hands, and decided it was best not to question her.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: NC-17
Words: 880
Timeline: Pre-Alabasta
Summary: One is playful, one is played. Two are trying to enjoy the quiet, thank you very much.
Zoro’s breath burned at the shell of his ear, moist and far too hot. The flushed skin at his neck where a wet tongue had been only moments before felt cold, exposed in the damp air, and Sanji couldn’t stop the shivers dancing up and down his back, couldn’t keep his shoulders from trembling.
“Mmm, finally. Some peace,” Nami sighed happily. “Maybe I can get some work done.”
Vivi giggled softly. “Oh, they’re not that bad. Just a little … energetic at times.”
Zoro’s left hand moved lazily under Sanji’s shirt, rough fingertips tracing up his sides, pausing each time they made him squirm more fitfully, circling and attacking every sensitive point. Running over his ribs, sliding over his stomach. Light scrape of nails, teasing pressure, before darting up to pinch abruptly at one coral nipple, and Sanji’s eyes widened, whole body bucking against Zoro’s hold, but the hand over his mouth only pulled him back, arching his neck until the back of his head was leaning on Zoro’s shoulder.
“Energetic?” Nami’s voice continued with a snort. “More like destructive.”
Vivi laughed again, that gentle laugh that always managed to sound surprised, as if Vivi herself seemed shocked that she was capable of finding amusement in her world. It never failed to pull at Sanji’s heart, to make him admire her all the more, to make him fall in love with her all over again.
Zoro’s tongue traced a messy path along the line of his jaw, and Sanji squeezed his eyes shut, one hand balled at his side, the other reaching back to fist at Zoro’s haramaki.
Nami made a thoughtful noise, followed by the sound of paper rustling.
Zoro’s teeth sank into the juncture between Sanji’s neck and shoulder.
Vivi sighed wistfully, fabric of her clothing rustling as she shifted.
Sanji struggled to breath, to not cry out, to not break.
“I wonder what they’re all up to,” Vivi mused.
Zoro’s left hand dove past the unbuckled belt and slid easily under the waistband of Sanji’s boxers. Sanji jerked, jolting backwards instinctively and only pressing himself more fully against Zoro’s body, only trapping himself more securely in the circle of Zoro’s arms. He felt, rather than heard, the laughter in Zoro’s soft exhale, and then that broad palm was wrapping around him, tight hot pressure, and Sanji bit down on Zoro’s fingers and tried to swallow down the whine caught in his throat.
“Mischief, no doubt,” Nami’s voice growled suspiciously.
Sanji bucked as the hand started to move, achingly slowly. Allowing him adjust, yet not giving him time to breathe, and he’d been kept to the edge too long already. Too long since Zoro had interrupted him before he’d been able to ask the girls if they needed any refreshment, any love drinks or desserts. Too long since a strong arm had wrapped around his waist and yanked him backwards before he’d stepped round the corner to bask in Nami and Vivi’s beauty.
“Maybe,” Vivi agreed, sounding far more happy about the idea of it than Nami had.
Sanji’s pulse was roaring in his ears, heart thundering against his chest, yet that hand was still refusing to speed up, was still setting its own leisurely pace. Sanji couldn’t stop the way his hips were rolling, pushing forward into Zoro’s grip, grinding back against his body. Whimpering, almost inaudibly, constant and desperate, as Zoro’s nose pressed into his hair, as his lips seared at his neck.
“You need to be quiet,” Zoro whispered hoarsely into his ear.
Sanji managed to nod.
Slowly, Zoro’s right hand slid lower, fingers lingering over Sanji’s lips, before sliding down past his chin. Sanji panted and turned his face towards Zoro. Eyes shut, blindly pressing his forehead against Zoro’s cheek. Zoro’s hand tilted his jaw, fingers closing around his throat, guiding his head back and to the side. Sanji could feel Zoro shifting, hand still stroking steadily at Sanji’s cock, and then Zoro’s breath was over his lips. Lost in it, gasping and trembling, and Sanji couldn’t help the way he was tilting his head up towards Zoro’s mouth, couldn’t think of anything but how badly he needed to taste.
“Quiet,” Zoro murmured.
“I hope they don’t break anything,” Nami’s voice announced suddenly.
Sanji’s eyes snapped open, and the surprised noise that threatened to spill out was muffled under Zoro’s fierce kiss, lips insistent over Sanji’s own, tongue instantly demanding entrance. Hand squeezing between Sanji’s legs forcefully, and Sanji felt a chill spike up his spine, felt his blood burning inside of him, vision bleached and wavering, and even Zoro’s tongue licking at his own wasn’t quite enough to quieten the desperate noise that Sanji couldn’t keep from escaping as his hips thrust into Zoro‘s grip one last time.
Vivi’s head whipped around from where she’d been admiring the mikan trees. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced towards the galley, as if she might just be able to see through the wall, around the corner.
“What was that noise?” she asked quietly.
“Absolutely nothing,” Nami said firmly, eyes never leaving her newspaper.
Vivi noticed the harassed frown on Nami’s face, the slight twitch above her eyebrow, and the way the paper was shredding under her hands, and decided it was best not to question her.
