not so perfect
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onepieceyaoi100Title: Not So Perfect
rating: Nc-17
pairing: Zeff/Sanji
words:300
topic: suck
He couldn’t help feeling like it was perfect…the man was one of the best looking he had ever seen, definitely his type, and definitely the kind of guy that didn’t give him a second look in port even in his much younger and infamous days.
But now everything he had wanted in a man was there between his legs, lapping at the base of his shaft, swirling up, taking it all in mouth till his lips were kissing the base again, only to be sucked up and over the tip again and again. Sucking. Slurping. Sucking. It was almost over powering.
The man would moan lightly at times, sending a enticing vibration through him and brought him closer to a blissful release he was sure would come.
It was perfect. Too perfect his mind said. Wrong his mind said. But thinking was impossible as the hot mouth took him down his throat and then again.
He was cumming.
No time for a warning and he was too scared if he tried it would come out as a cry for mercy. The man swallowed most of the payload and looked up at him with a smirk as he licked his lips.
“Oi, old geezer, you’re leaking. Let me clean it up for you.”
That face…the blond hair…seemed so familiar.
“OI! GEEZER! IT’S LEAKING!!”
Zeff woke up with start in damp sheets and found himself looking at his newly 18 year old little eggplant wet in a towel…looking too good and too recently familiar from between his thighs.
“The shitty repair man you hired fucked up the shower again and everything is going down the drain and I’m only getting little dribbles on me!”
Before he even had time to feel guilt or answer…he sighs, because he never needed a shower more.
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If you liked that one perhaps you'd like to read the longer and slightly different first draft of a disturbing Zeff dream?
414 words...still nc-17
Read on:
It was in the very early days of the Baratie when just Zeff was doing all the cooking with a little assistance from the tiny eggplant. On a particularly hard day Zeff got undressed and pulled the covers over him with much effort, falling asleep instantly despite his arms and legs feeling as heavy as toughest iron.
A crash of thunder woke him up sometime later, no that was wrong, it was probably that he sensed the blond boy that the lightning revealed a second later. The small cook was sucking on a curled index finger nervously and Zeff almost snorted at the sight. His little eggplant was fearless and didn’t suck his thumb or any other finger for that matter. Well he supposed he could have a hidden oral fixation…it would make sense the boy almost starving at such a young age. Not that he was going to let the boy get away with it.
Sanji crawled onto the bed kicking the light sheet down a bit as he climbed up, revealing Zeffs chest hair to the moist summer night air. As the boy snuggled against him Zeff felt quite conscious of the small hand loose in his chest hair. Sanjis finger began to go to his mouth .
“Oi, brat, if you want to stay- no more fingers in yer mouth.”
The small boy snarled lightly and rested his head against the mans chest.
Zeff woke up sometime later horny as hell and hence alarmed to find his little eggplant clinging to him and sucking his nipples into red hard peaks.
“Get off!” He roared, frowning as his arms and legs still couldn’t move. The boy began climbing down the length of the bed without complaint, and disappeared over the edge.
A moment later the bottom of the sheet lifted up and a shape began making it’s way up towards Zeffs erection. Panic flooded through the older chef.
“GET THE FUCK OFF!”
The sheet slid down revealing the hot sample of what Sanji might look like if he was 18...exactly the kind of guy Zeff would pick up in Port when he was extremely lucky as a much younger man.
“Shut it, you shitty old geezer. A gentlemen always gets his partner off first!” His warm, wet mouth wrapped around the cock and moaned lightly.
Zeff woke up sweaty and in damp sheets.
Later in the day when his little eggplant lit up a cigarette for the first time…he didn’t have any real complaints.
rating: Nc-17
pairing: Zeff/Sanji
words:300
topic: suck
He couldn’t help feeling like it was perfect…the man was one of the best looking he had ever seen, definitely his type, and definitely the kind of guy that didn’t give him a second look in port even in his much younger and infamous days.
But now everything he had wanted in a man was there between his legs, lapping at the base of his shaft, swirling up, taking it all in mouth till his lips were kissing the base again, only to be sucked up and over the tip again and again. Sucking. Slurping. Sucking. It was almost over powering.
The man would moan lightly at times, sending a enticing vibration through him and brought him closer to a blissful release he was sure would come.
It was perfect. Too perfect his mind said. Wrong his mind said. But thinking was impossible as the hot mouth took him down his throat and then again.
He was cumming.
No time for a warning and he was too scared if he tried it would come out as a cry for mercy. The man swallowed most of the payload and looked up at him with a smirk as he licked his lips.
“Oi, old geezer, you’re leaking. Let me clean it up for you.”
That face…the blond hair…seemed so familiar.
“OI! GEEZER! IT’S LEAKING!!”
Zeff woke up with start in damp sheets and found himself looking at his newly 18 year old little eggplant wet in a towel…looking too good and too recently familiar from between his thighs.
“The shitty repair man you hired fucked up the shower again and everything is going down the drain and I’m only getting little dribbles on me!”
Before he even had time to feel guilt or answer…he sighs, because he never needed a shower more.
========================================
If you liked that one perhaps you'd like to read the longer and slightly different first draft of a disturbing Zeff dream?
414 words...still nc-17
Read on:
It was in the very early days of the Baratie when just Zeff was doing all the cooking with a little assistance from the tiny eggplant. On a particularly hard day Zeff got undressed and pulled the covers over him with much effort, falling asleep instantly despite his arms and legs feeling as heavy as toughest iron.
A crash of thunder woke him up sometime later, no that was wrong, it was probably that he sensed the blond boy that the lightning revealed a second later. The small cook was sucking on a curled index finger nervously and Zeff almost snorted at the sight. His little eggplant was fearless and didn’t suck his thumb or any other finger for that matter. Well he supposed he could have a hidden oral fixation…it would make sense the boy almost starving at such a young age. Not that he was going to let the boy get away with it.
Sanji crawled onto the bed kicking the light sheet down a bit as he climbed up, revealing Zeffs chest hair to the moist summer night air. As the boy snuggled against him Zeff felt quite conscious of the small hand loose in his chest hair. Sanjis finger began to go to his mouth .
“Oi, brat, if you want to stay- no more fingers in yer mouth.”
The small boy snarled lightly and rested his head against the mans chest.
Zeff woke up sometime later horny as hell and hence alarmed to find his little eggplant clinging to him and sucking his nipples into red hard peaks.
“Get off!” He roared, frowning as his arms and legs still couldn’t move. The boy began climbing down the length of the bed without complaint, and disappeared over the edge.
A moment later the bottom of the sheet lifted up and a shape began making it’s way up towards Zeffs erection. Panic flooded through the older chef.
“GET THE FUCK OFF!”
The sheet slid down revealing the hot sample of what Sanji might look like if he was 18...exactly the kind of guy Zeff would pick up in Port when he was extremely lucky as a much younger man.
“Shut it, you shitty old geezer. A gentlemen always gets his partner off first!” His warm, wet mouth wrapped around the cock and moaned lightly.
Zeff woke up sweaty and in damp sheets.
Later in the day when his little eggplant lit up a cigarette for the first time…he didn’t have any real complaints.
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