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“Zoro,” Sanji breathed. Zoro pressed closer and touched his lips to the blonde's. Sanji groaned and their mouths opened as tongues met before plunging into Sanji's mouth. Sanji's hands gripped Zoro's hips tight as Zoro buried his hands in the cook's sandy blonde hair while their lips sealed. Hearts pounded as Zoro pressed tighter to the blonde and Sanji ground his hips against Zoro's. Both parted with a pant and groan before connecting lips again as Zoro worked his hips back against Sanji's. Sanji's hands slid up Zoro's bare muscled stomach toward his pectorals and the swordsman shuddered when his nipples were pinched.
“Cook, can't you just wait,” Zoro grunted and Sanji pressed his open mouth to the side of Zoro's muscled throat. Zoro groaned, fingers gripping hair as Sanji slid one hand down and cupped the bulge in Zoro's pants. Zoro moaned, hips jerking against Sanji's hand as the cook rubbed Zoro's tented pants. Both men froze when the sound of foot steps neared the galley door.
“Shit, forgot to lock the door,” Sanji cursed under his breath and Zoro's pinked cheeks flushed red.
“I'll just get a glass of water. Sanji won't mind, right?” Usopp's voice asked and the two hissed curses as they scrambled apart and Zoro searched the dark galley for his shirt.
“It's here!” Sanji hissed as he grabbed the black material on the floor and flung at Zoro. Zoro grunted and struggled into it just as the lights flashed on, and the two ducked into the pantry just in time. The two remained absolutely still, trying to control their breathing as the sound of footsteps entered into the kitchen and a cupboard opened.
“Fuck, that was close,” Sanji whispered and Zoro swallowed. The sound of water running filled a glass. A few moments passed before the glass was set into the sink and the foot steps moved. The light flashed off and the two remained still until the door closed.
“What's he doing up so late?” Zoro asked curiously.
“I'd like to know who else is up,” Sanji muttered. The two exited the pantry and Sanji sighed as he closed the door and reached into his pockets, looking for his cigarettes and a match.
“Totally killed the mood,” Sanji growled and Zoro sighed as he found his way to the table. Sanji walked through the kitchen with learned experience before he flicked the light back on and Zoro groaned when his eyes were assaulted.
“It's so damn hard to get a moment alone,” Zoro grumbled as he looked down at the table, trying to carefully open his eyes to the light.
“No kidding,” Sanji grunted as he lit his smoke stick and took a drag. Sanji walked over to the seat across from Zoro and plopped himself into it without much grace.
“Every time! We still haven't even done it yet!” Sanji hissed and Zoro smirked and gave a short laugh.
“Must bother you a lot, since you're so perverted,” Zoro commented and Sanji shot Zoro a glare.
“Hey! You want it just as bad, admit it!” Sanji growled as he kicked Zoro under the table. Zoro grunted, but didn't take the bait to a fight.
“Of course I'm annoyed!” Zoro barked.
“That's it, on the next island we're doing it. It's been six months and we still haven't consummated our relationship! This bad luck streak is ending!” Sanji growled and Zoro sighed. When the cook found out that he was going to be the pitcher he became really aggressive in wanting to have sex, which prompted a lot of situations much like what the two had just experienced. And Zoro was tired of being molested left and right. If sex would temper the cook's libido some then without a doubt it needed to happen soon. Not that the swordsman didn't want to have sex, he'd been wanting to do it since they first entered into their relationship, but the cook had been hesitant to get too physical because he had been worried about being bottom. Sometimes the blonde was too quick to judge and never ask for clarification, which could be really irritating. But Zoro loved him, even if he was a pain in the ass.
“Fine, we'll see how it goes,” Zoro declared and Sanji gave the swordsman a sharp look.
“It's happening,” Sanji growled and Zoro's cheeks pinked.
“You're so damn perverted.”