Yes, definitely late...
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onepieceyaoi100Title: Too Late
Topic: "too easy"
Word Count: 300
Rating: R?
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well, considering.
Notes: This also goes with my D/s arc, after "So Bad" and "For Him"; it's the flipside/immediately after for "Round One", thus coming before "Under Control", "Let Me", "Give In", and "No Words".
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Was it the flush of exertion on Zoro's throat, the quiet softness of the gasps of pleasure, the liquid look in those green eyes? The slick tight heat of him had been incredible, nearly too much to bear, but... No, the best had been the way Zoro's tone had begged (because it was Zoro, and his words would never dare) for more, harder, deeper, again, please. Because he needed, and it was Sanji who could give it to him. Heady stuff.
Sanji regretted only how quickly Zoro had arched, head thrown back, in explosive pleasure. Zoro's eyes had rolled up and every muscle had locked tight, his teeth nearly going through his bottom lip in the effort not to cry out, and Sanji... Sanji had made it happen, made this man lose his self-control, himself for that moment. In the end, seeing Zoro's surrender had cost Sanji his own control.
When Sanji looked down, the vision before him was nearly enough to make him lose himself all over again. Zoro had come all over himself, thick lines of bittersweet white glazing streaking the caramel stomach, pooling in the indents of navel and abdominals, splashed across that raspberry-and-cream scar. And Zoro made the most delicious moans of wanton pleasure as Sanji licked him clean, trembled and gasped and shit, Sanji was in serious danger of falling for the guy so very, very hard.
And then, and then...
"Nah, Sanji? Could we..." That pretty, pretty little beg was back in that deep voice, that unspoken "please" that sent sparks of possessive lust up Sanji's spine. "Would you, maybe... do... go again?"
Shit. He really didn't want to call it love. And he'd never, ever admit it first, much less aloud. But somehow, Sanji was very much afraid that it was just that.
Topic: "too easy"
Word Count: 300
Rating: R?
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well, considering.
Notes: This also goes with my D/s arc, after "So Bad" and "For Him"; it's the flipside/immediately after for "Round One", thus coming before "Under Control", "Let Me", "Give In", and "No Words".
~~~
Was it the flush of exertion on Zoro's throat, the quiet softness of the gasps of pleasure, the liquid look in those green eyes? The slick tight heat of him had been incredible, nearly too much to bear, but... No, the best had been the way Zoro's tone had begged (because it was Zoro, and his words would never dare) for more, harder, deeper, again, please. Because he needed, and it was Sanji who could give it to him. Heady stuff.
Sanji regretted only how quickly Zoro had arched, head thrown back, in explosive pleasure. Zoro's eyes had rolled up and every muscle had locked tight, his teeth nearly going through his bottom lip in the effort not to cry out, and Sanji... Sanji had made it happen, made this man lose his self-control, himself for that moment. In the end, seeing Zoro's surrender had cost Sanji his own control.
When Sanji looked down, the vision before him was nearly enough to make him lose himself all over again. Zoro had come all over himself, thick lines of bittersweet white glazing streaking the caramel stomach, pooling in the indents of navel and abdominals, splashed across that raspberry-and-cream scar. And Zoro made the most delicious moans of wanton pleasure as Sanji licked him clean, trembled and gasped and shit, Sanji was in serious danger of falling for the guy so very, very hard.
And then, and then...
"Nah, Sanji? Could we..." That pretty, pretty little beg was back in that deep voice, that unspoken "please" that sent sparks of possessive lust up Sanji's spine. "Would you, maybe... do... go again?"
Shit. He really didn't want to call it love. And he'd never, ever admit it first, much less aloud. But somehow, Sanji was very much afraid that it was just that.
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Date: 2007-06-28 01:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-28 06:24 pm (UTC)Keysmash! *happiness* :) Thank you!
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Date: 2007-06-28 06:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-01 12:59 pm (UTC)No pun intended!
Date: 2007-06-28 02:16 pm (UTC)Re: No pun intended!
Date: 2007-06-28 06:24 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed! :)
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Date: 2007-07-01 03:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-01 01:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-08 09:51 pm (UTC)drabble-chains are LOVE. Thank you!
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Date: 2007-07-12 04:41 pm (UTC)You're very welcome! :) Glad you enjoyed!