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onepieceyaoi100Title: Asanawa.
Rating: Um, 17+.
Word Count: 274.
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji.
Topic: Tie.
My first attempt at OP fanfiction, so I apologize wholeheartedly for the terrible characterization. For those interested, our dear swordsman is attempting a karada, as shown here in perhaps the most adorable depiction of debauchery I have ever seen. (Not worksafe, but that might have been obvious?)
Zoro prefaced with encounter with a) he thought this was stupid (which was usually the case when they attempted anything sexual beyond penetration) and b) he remembered very, very little shibari -- to be precise, he could recall only how to make a simple karada. Sanji was by and large uninterested in excuses, having for some reason or another taken a violent, sudden interest in being tied up. Zoro thought he had finally gone off the metaphorical deep end, but ultimately obliged after a heated bout of name-calling (this being about as close to foreplay as they got).
Using some rope that the blonde had acquired for the occasion, Zoro began tying. Sanji seemed to be doing fine, until the swordsman laced the rope between his legs.
“Hey... shitty Marimo, what the hell are you doing?”
Not being one to pay any real attention to what the ero-cook had to say during their “intimate” sessions, Zoro gave the rope a sudden strong tug to in order to pull it through the loop around Sanji's neck.
A rather unbecoming and unmasculine shriek rang out through the gallery.
As it were, all attempts to explain that the squeeze he was feeling was entirely purposeful and would, hopefully, induce pleasure were met with an unsteady kick aimed at his face. This went on for a few minutes before Zoro decided it was more trouble than it was worth and left to go to bed, leaving Sanji bright red and struggling to undo a series of knots before any of the other crew came to investigate what had sounded oddly like a seagull being shoved into a trash-compactor.
Rating: Um, 17+.
Word Count: 274.
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji.
Topic: Tie.
My first attempt at OP fanfiction, so I apologize wholeheartedly for the terrible characterization. For those interested, our dear swordsman is attempting a karada, as shown here in perhaps the most adorable depiction of debauchery I have ever seen. (Not worksafe, but that might have been obvious?)
Zoro prefaced with encounter with a) he thought this was stupid (which was usually the case when they attempted anything sexual beyond penetration) and b) he remembered very, very little shibari -- to be precise, he could recall only how to make a simple karada. Sanji was by and large uninterested in excuses, having for some reason or another taken a violent, sudden interest in being tied up. Zoro thought he had finally gone off the metaphorical deep end, but ultimately obliged after a heated bout of name-calling (this being about as close to foreplay as they got).
Using some rope that the blonde had acquired for the occasion, Zoro began tying. Sanji seemed to be doing fine, until the swordsman laced the rope between his legs.
“Hey... shitty Marimo, what the hell are you doing?”
Not being one to pay any real attention to what the ero-cook had to say during their “intimate” sessions, Zoro gave the rope a sudden strong tug to in order to pull it through the loop around Sanji's neck.
A rather unbecoming and unmasculine shriek rang out through the gallery.
As it were, all attempts to explain that the squeeze he was feeling was entirely purposeful and would, hopefully, induce pleasure were met with an unsteady kick aimed at his face. This went on for a few minutes before Zoro decided it was more trouble than it was worth and left to go to bed, leaving Sanji bright red and struggling to undo a series of knots before any of the other crew came to investigate what had sounded oddly like a seagull being shoved into a trash-compactor.
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Date: 2007-05-16 01:20 am (UTC)