(One Piece) Haze
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salmon_pinkTitle: Haze
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Usopp
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1151
Timeline: Post-Alabasta
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
50_smutlets, prompt "beach".
Summary: Summer islands, heated distractions.
There’d been instructions, very clear instructions. They’d each approached him with their orders before disappearing into the dense jungle together.
Zoro was not allowed to train in the heat all day. Doctor’s orders.
Zoro was not allowed to wander off and get lost. Navigator’s orders.
Zoro was not allowed to eat whatever random food he found. Chef’s orders.
Zoro was not allowed to have any adventures on his own. Captain’s orders.
The only one who’d not had any curt command to issue had been Robin, who’d simply smiled and winked as she waved goodbye.
Giving orders was all well and good for them, of course, but it was Usopp who’d been left to implement their instructions.
The glares Zoro had been shooting him had gotten old very quickly.
Of course, Usopp would have been quite content to spend the afternoon indulging in the lazy summer atmosphere, the intoxicating scent of mango and ocean spray caressing his senses. The Merry rocked gently in the diamond-clear water of the bay, content and near-glowing in the afternoon sun. Unknown insects chirped happily in the jungle, the sand warmed the chequered picnic blanket beneath him, and the softly swaying leaves of the palm tree provided a welcome relief from the blissful heat.
Most importantly, nobody had tried to kill him for three whole days.
No marines, no pirates, no monstrous creatures with dripping fangs and talons that itched to slice through his flesh.
To Usopp, this was a blessing. To Zoro, this was clearly a sorely missing occurrence from his daily routine.
Zoro had been bored, and Usopp should have been expecting it, and he really really should have put up at least some form of token resistance.
Except Zoro’s mouth was at his neck, messy and perfect, and Zoro’s hands had already flicked open the catches on his overalls, and Usopp was sweating and dizzy and he couldn’t tell if it was the heat or the way Zoro was lazily grinding between his spread legs.
“Stop it,” he whimpered, swatting at Zoro’s head when it descended down his body so Zoro could lick at his chest.
A hot wet tongue flicked over his nipple, Zoro’s broad hands holding his hips pinned against the blanket when Usopp tried to buck against the sensation, before Zoro smirked up at him. “Why?” he murmured, and Usopp had to admit it was a convincing argument.
“Because,” Usopp gasped, writhing under the lips and tongue that trailed down his stomach.
“Because!” Usopp whined, trembling slightly as sure hands tugged his clothes further down his legs.
“Because!” Usopp panted, jerking as a thumb rubbed circles against the inside of his thigh.
“Because?” Zoro prompted, sounding less than interested, distracted by the taste of the skin at Usopp’s hip.
His head lolled to the side, and Usopp’s eyes fluttered open, vision taking its sweet time to clear. The bay stretched out before him, waves gently lapping at the shore, and beyond that…
“Because Merry is watching!” Usopp hissed, the impression of ‘last resort’ clear in his voice.
Zoro pulled back slightly, glancing up at him. “You’re fucking weird sometimes,” he muttered, before ducking back down and making Usopp’s eyes cross in one clean movement.
Really, the hottest of summer islands had nothing on the heat of Zoro’s lips closing around his cock.
A yell, or something slightly less masculine but just as impassioned, caught in Usopp’s throat, as a jaw strong enough to wield a katana began to work him in earnest, licking and sucking and swallowing around the sensitive flesh. Humming slightly as he took even more inside than should be possible, one hand pressing down on Usopp’s stomach, fingers sliding slightly over the slick flesh, and Usopp’s own hands fisted in the blanket as his voice found him in a long moan. Twisting and thrashing under the attention, out in the open, knowing their nakama could return at any moment, and it shouldn’t have made it better, but somehow it did.
And Zoro chose the moment of that realisation to pull away, mouth sliding off with an obscene noise.
Usopp could only guess he’d been talking, mumbling and lying and pleading, when a firm hand clamped down over his mouth, and he opened his eyes to watch Zoro loosen the drawstring of his trousers, a dark passion in his eyes as they raked over Usopp’s prone body.
Usopp spread his legs wider, too hot to feel the blush that flared over his cheeks, as Zoro shifted up his body and settled above him.
There was no hint of a tease as Zoro pressed against him, one hand beside Usopp’s head supporting his weight, the other wrapping around them both, holding them together for a long moment, heated and sensitised, Usopp feeling each pulse and throb in his own cock echo through Zoro’s.
Then that palm began to stroke them in earnest, instantly brutal rhythm, and Usopp groaned and watched as Zoro bit at his already abused lip in concentration. Both thrusting into it, Zoro needing to take as well as give, needing to push beyond and experience it as intensely as any battle, and Usopp just desperate for more. Feet scrabbling against the blanket, head arched back, chin pointed towards the sun, gasping as Zoro lurched forward with a particularly frantic thrust to lick at his neck. The tang of sex on his tongue as he sucked in air, trying to press up into it, trying to speed things up, needing release and needing Zoro to stop growling like that, like an animal, and Usopp could feel himself losing it, trapped in it, needing to push further even as he reached the edge.
And Zoro groaned, low and deep, voice echoing all around them, and Usopp could almost feel it like a caress, like a tremor that shook through Zoro, down his spine and through the hand gripping them both, and he knew he was whining Zoro’s name, sounding like something between a curse and a sob, and his back was arching awkwardly, as much as Zoro’s weight above him would allow. And his release, and Zoro’s, scorched at his stomach, marked and branded him in the best kind of way, before Zoro collapsed beside him.
Seagulls laughed overhead and the rhythmic sound of the ocean suddenly seemed endlessly inviting but, unfortunately, Usopp seemed to have lost the use of his legs.
Zoro was suffering no such fate, pulling himself to standing and rearranging his clothes, although Usopp was strangely gratified to note the slight stumble in his step.
“Where are you going?” he sighed, somehow already knowing the answer.
“To get lost. To eat random stuff off the floor and find somewhere unsheltered to train in the sun and to have plenty of adventures,” came the gruff response.
Usopp watched him stomp up the beach and towards the jungle, and silently wondered if the others would blame him.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Usopp
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1151
Timeline: Post-Alabasta
Notes: For
50_smutlets, prompt "beach". Summary: Summer islands, heated distractions.
There’d been instructions, very clear instructions. They’d each approached him with their orders before disappearing into the dense jungle together.
Zoro was not allowed to train in the heat all day. Doctor’s orders.
Zoro was not allowed to wander off and get lost. Navigator’s orders.
Zoro was not allowed to eat whatever random food he found. Chef’s orders.
Zoro was not allowed to have any adventures on his own. Captain’s orders.
The only one who’d not had any curt command to issue had been Robin, who’d simply smiled and winked as she waved goodbye.
Giving orders was all well and good for them, of course, but it was Usopp who’d been left to implement their instructions.
The glares Zoro had been shooting him had gotten old very quickly.
Of course, Usopp would have been quite content to spend the afternoon indulging in the lazy summer atmosphere, the intoxicating scent of mango and ocean spray caressing his senses. The Merry rocked gently in the diamond-clear water of the bay, content and near-glowing in the afternoon sun. Unknown insects chirped happily in the jungle, the sand warmed the chequered picnic blanket beneath him, and the softly swaying leaves of the palm tree provided a welcome relief from the blissful heat.
Most importantly, nobody had tried to kill him for three whole days.
No marines, no pirates, no monstrous creatures with dripping fangs and talons that itched to slice through his flesh.
To Usopp, this was a blessing. To Zoro, this was clearly a sorely missing occurrence from his daily routine.
Zoro had been bored, and Usopp should have been expecting it, and he really really should have put up at least some form of token resistance.
Except Zoro’s mouth was at his neck, messy and perfect, and Zoro’s hands had already flicked open the catches on his overalls, and Usopp was sweating and dizzy and he couldn’t tell if it was the heat or the way Zoro was lazily grinding between his spread legs.
“Stop it,” he whimpered, swatting at Zoro’s head when it descended down his body so Zoro could lick at his chest.
A hot wet tongue flicked over his nipple, Zoro’s broad hands holding his hips pinned against the blanket when Usopp tried to buck against the sensation, before Zoro smirked up at him. “Why?” he murmured, and Usopp had to admit it was a convincing argument.
“Because,” Usopp gasped, writhing under the lips and tongue that trailed down his stomach.
“Because!” Usopp whined, trembling slightly as sure hands tugged his clothes further down his legs.
“Because!” Usopp panted, jerking as a thumb rubbed circles against the inside of his thigh.
“Because?” Zoro prompted, sounding less than interested, distracted by the taste of the skin at Usopp’s hip.
His head lolled to the side, and Usopp’s eyes fluttered open, vision taking its sweet time to clear. The bay stretched out before him, waves gently lapping at the shore, and beyond that…
“Because Merry is watching!” Usopp hissed, the impression of ‘last resort’ clear in his voice.
Zoro pulled back slightly, glancing up at him. “You’re fucking weird sometimes,” he muttered, before ducking back down and making Usopp’s eyes cross in one clean movement.
Really, the hottest of summer islands had nothing on the heat of Zoro’s lips closing around his cock.
A yell, or something slightly less masculine but just as impassioned, caught in Usopp’s throat, as a jaw strong enough to wield a katana began to work him in earnest, licking and sucking and swallowing around the sensitive flesh. Humming slightly as he took even more inside than should be possible, one hand pressing down on Usopp’s stomach, fingers sliding slightly over the slick flesh, and Usopp’s own hands fisted in the blanket as his voice found him in a long moan. Twisting and thrashing under the attention, out in the open, knowing their nakama could return at any moment, and it shouldn’t have made it better, but somehow it did.
And Zoro chose the moment of that realisation to pull away, mouth sliding off with an obscene noise.
Usopp could only guess he’d been talking, mumbling and lying and pleading, when a firm hand clamped down over his mouth, and he opened his eyes to watch Zoro loosen the drawstring of his trousers, a dark passion in his eyes as they raked over Usopp’s prone body.
Usopp spread his legs wider, too hot to feel the blush that flared over his cheeks, as Zoro shifted up his body and settled above him.
There was no hint of a tease as Zoro pressed against him, one hand beside Usopp’s head supporting his weight, the other wrapping around them both, holding them together for a long moment, heated and sensitised, Usopp feeling each pulse and throb in his own cock echo through Zoro’s.
Then that palm began to stroke them in earnest, instantly brutal rhythm, and Usopp groaned and watched as Zoro bit at his already abused lip in concentration. Both thrusting into it, Zoro needing to take as well as give, needing to push beyond and experience it as intensely as any battle, and Usopp just desperate for more. Feet scrabbling against the blanket, head arched back, chin pointed towards the sun, gasping as Zoro lurched forward with a particularly frantic thrust to lick at his neck. The tang of sex on his tongue as he sucked in air, trying to press up into it, trying to speed things up, needing release and needing Zoro to stop growling like that, like an animal, and Usopp could feel himself losing it, trapped in it, needing to push further even as he reached the edge.
And Zoro groaned, low and deep, voice echoing all around them, and Usopp could almost feel it like a caress, like a tremor that shook through Zoro, down his spine and through the hand gripping them both, and he knew he was whining Zoro’s name, sounding like something between a curse and a sob, and his back was arching awkwardly, as much as Zoro’s weight above him would allow. And his release, and Zoro’s, scorched at his stomach, marked and branded him in the best kind of way, before Zoro collapsed beside him.
Seagulls laughed overhead and the rhythmic sound of the ocean suddenly seemed endlessly inviting but, unfortunately, Usopp seemed to have lost the use of his legs.
Zoro was suffering no such fate, pulling himself to standing and rearranging his clothes, although Usopp was strangely gratified to note the slight stumble in his step.
“Where are you going?” he sighed, somehow already knowing the answer.
“To get lost. To eat random stuff off the floor and find somewhere unsheltered to train in the sun and to have plenty of adventures,” came the gruff response.
Usopp watched him stomp up the beach and towards the jungle, and silently wondered if the others would blame him.
