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onepieceyaoi100Title: Perception
Rating: R
Word Count: 246
Pairing: Zoro x Sanji
Topic: Pretend
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There's no pretense when he fucks the cook breathless. No prancing or mincing around with hearts in his eyes when his legs are wrapped tight around Zoro's hips. No fawning over women implied when those long, skilled fingers fist tight in his hair and drag his head down so their mouths can meet. Eager. Hard. Ruthless.
There's just smoke-foul breath mixed with his own. Short. Quick. Lips and tongues that tangle. Slick. Urgent. Hard flesh sliding over harder flesh. Heat flaring between. Sweat slicks their bodies as they surge and move as one in a dance fraught with even more danger than battle.
No, there's nothing fake at all as Sanji groans and gasps, shuddering as he comes, hot and slick between them.
Nothing false in the way the idiot cook's arms wrap around him tight, tighter as Zoro works in him even faster. He holds on as if afraid to drown. Taking him deep. Opening himself in a way he never can any other time. Stubborn fool.
His thoughts sharpen. He's spurred on by the quickening gasps. The teeth clamped on a reddened lip. Watches and savors the dying shudders, the arched throat, the screwed-closed eye beneath scattered sweat-dark hair. Feels the jerks and twitches of the long body in his arms from each thrust.
Knows them for the truth. No matter what the cook says otherwise at other times. How he acts.
Finally Sanji calls his name. Broken. Undone. And Zoro lets himself come.
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Rating: R
Word Count: 246
Pairing: Zoro x Sanji
Topic: Pretend
~*~
There's no pretense when he fucks the cook breathless. No prancing or mincing around with hearts in his eyes when his legs are wrapped tight around Zoro's hips. No fawning over women implied when those long, skilled fingers fist tight in his hair and drag his head down so their mouths can meet. Eager. Hard. Ruthless.
There's just smoke-foul breath mixed with his own. Short. Quick. Lips and tongues that tangle. Slick. Urgent. Hard flesh sliding over harder flesh. Heat flaring between. Sweat slicks their bodies as they surge and move as one in a dance fraught with even more danger than battle.
No, there's nothing fake at all as Sanji groans and gasps, shuddering as he comes, hot and slick between them.
Nothing false in the way the idiot cook's arms wrap around him tight, tighter as Zoro works in him even faster. He holds on as if afraid to drown. Taking him deep. Opening himself in a way he never can any other time. Stubborn fool.
His thoughts sharpen. He's spurred on by the quickening gasps. The teeth clamped on a reddened lip. Watches and savors the dying shudders, the arched throat, the screwed-closed eye beneath scattered sweat-dark hair. Feels the jerks and twitches of the long body in his arms from each thrust.
Knows them for the truth. No matter what the cook says otherwise at other times. How he acts.
Finally Sanji calls his name. Broken. Undone. And Zoro lets himself come.
-end-
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Date: 2006-10-30 11:13 pm (UTC)You had me at the very first line. ♥ What a lovely piece!
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Date: 2006-10-31 12:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-31 07:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-31 07:59 am (UTC)Aaaah, I love angsty drama-drama-drama... ^_^
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Date: 2006-10-31 08:27 am (UTC)Nothing but the quakingly perfect smut, and it's so blisteringly hot O_O I love how heavy these two can get into it with you behind the wheel ^______^
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Date: 2006-10-31 11:14 am (UTC)*subtly dips a cloth in TEH SEX for later use*
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Date: 2006-11-01 07:34 am (UTC)Despite all I can do right now is gurgle, do consider it a positive reaction... rawr, I've *had* to add this to memories, it's so physical (hmmmhothotSMEX) and yet deep in meaning (the lack of falsehood). And your one-word description has a brilliant effect. Simply woot!