It's late and I'm getting weird(er).
Aug. 31st, 2008 02:25 amTitle: Origin
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 295
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Topic: man
The deck bruises his palms and kneecaps. What’s left of his clothes stick damply to his skin, and he’s open—mouth, legs and ass—split wide on the fingers digging into his crease and the tongue pressed inside, licking into his hole.
His cock hangs heavy between his legs, jerking with every slick inner push. He drops his head forward; his eyes squeeze shut. His hands fist, nails scraping wood, his balls throb painfully and, “Going to,” he pants, and can’t find his voice in the guttural sound.
It’s not his body arching into rough hands. Not his ass getting tongue-fucked. But then penetration eases, is gone and he’s empty and shaking, and now he can hear himself in the raw curses spilling from his mouth.
Heavy heat blankets his back, covering him; fingers curl into his hips and pressure, oh fuck yes, pain that isn’t, and he’s full up with someone else. He’s any woman’s bottom, her willing toy, but this, inside him, this is no safe fantasy of soft hands and cool rubber. This is real—blood-hot and thick, shoving into him. Pushing him. This is him, on hands and knees in his own galley. This is him penetrated, ass clenched tight around another man’s cock, snapping his hips back into sharp thrusts.
Giving it up, he is giving in, and this is not what he wants but he’s coming, sound and sensation pouring out of him, his semen white on stained wood.
A groan shakes the body wrapped around his. Teeth bite down on the ridge of his shoulder and god, so hot inside him, burning up. Spilling out of his stretched ass, wet on his thighs, and when he licks his lips he tastes steel and sweat, tastes him.
He tastes himself.
Male.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 295
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Topic: man
The deck bruises his palms and kneecaps. What’s left of his clothes stick damply to his skin, and he’s open—mouth, legs and ass—split wide on the fingers digging into his crease and the tongue pressed inside, licking into his hole.
His cock hangs heavy between his legs, jerking with every slick inner push. He drops his head forward; his eyes squeeze shut. His hands fist, nails scraping wood, his balls throb painfully and, “Going to,” he pants, and can’t find his voice in the guttural sound.
It’s not his body arching into rough hands. Not his ass getting tongue-fucked. But then penetration eases, is gone and he’s empty and shaking, and now he can hear himself in the raw curses spilling from his mouth.
Heavy heat blankets his back, covering him; fingers curl into his hips and pressure, oh fuck yes, pain that isn’t, and he’s full up with someone else. He’s any woman’s bottom, her willing toy, but this, inside him, this is no safe fantasy of soft hands and cool rubber. This is real—blood-hot and thick, shoving into him. Pushing him. This is him, on hands and knees in his own galley. This is him penetrated, ass clenched tight around another man’s cock, snapping his hips back into sharp thrusts.
Giving it up, he is giving in, and this is not what he wants but he’s coming, sound and sensation pouring out of him, his semen white on stained wood.
A groan shakes the body wrapped around his. Teeth bite down on the ridge of his shoulder and god, so hot inside him, burning up. Spilling out of his stretched ass, wet on his thighs, and when he licks his lips he tastes steel and sweat, tastes him.
He tastes himself.
Male.
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Date: 2008-08-31 10:00 am (UTC)Very nice!
Sanji don't delude yourself...Nami and a sex toy can't do what Zoro can...just give it up.
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Date: 2008-08-31 12:57 pm (UTC)Please don't make me drool.
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Date: 2008-08-31 09:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-31 09:21 pm (UTC)Sex between Zoro and Sanji couldn't be soft. It will be manly, like this ^____^
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Date: 2008-09-01 08:26 am (UTC)Hopefully that amuses you.
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Date: 2008-09-01 02:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-01 03:43 pm (UTC)Phwoar. Rough and raw. <3