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Zoro couldn’t get their fight at Shells Town out of his head. He had tried, whether that meant drowning himself in alcohol or oversleeping even more than usual, but the intrusive thoughts just came back in full force to haunt him. The fight itself was exhilarating, satisfying, even — just the three of them beating the living shit out of every marine that would cross his line of sight with Luffy, whom he’d just met not even an hour prior, and the thief that had gotten caught up in all the chaos. When he first met Luffy, he didn’t know what to expect out of him, except that he’d struck him as an imbecile, but his words to Zoro while he was tied up on that cross, on top of seeing him in battle completely changed the way he looked at the rubber boy.
That, and, well, that other thing.
Something happened during the face-off that startled Zoro, flustered him — left him confused, dumbfounded, and even dazed. It happened in a split second, but it was so fresh in his mind that he remembered it more vividly than anything else that went down in that dusty yard.
Luffy, in the midst of throwing punches and flinging himself around, having the time of his life trying to take down Captain Morgan, had slammed into right Zoro, sending the two of them into a brick wall, leading to the rubber boy pinning him down into the dirt, giving who would become his first-mate a face full of bare armpit.
The very idea of it would’ve — no, should have disgusted him. He should have immediately thrown Luffy off of him, acted like nothing happened, and gotten back to the matter at hand, but at that moment Zoro’s heart beat louder in his ears than he’d ever heard. He could blame the flush on his cheeks on the exertion of the fight, but he had no excuse for the effect it had on his lower half.
Days had gone by and Zoro still couldn’t shake off the feeling, the split-second image of Luffy’s body from above before colliding into him, the smell — God, the fucking smell. Zoro didn’t think he was ever the type of guy to be into, well, anything outside of good looks and a nice plump ass, but this threw him for a loop. He never in his life expected himself to be aroused by some scrawny guy’s sweaty armpit on his face, yet here he was, losing sleep over it.
Night fell over the Going Merry hours ago, and for probably the first time since Zoro can remember, he couldn’t, for the life of him, fall asleep.
It didn’t help him in the slightest that Luffy chose to wear vests and tank tops, innocently parading around with his shoulders bare and his pits out on display for the whole damn world to see. Completely oblivious of the effect it had on his first-mate, to the point that Zoro had to excuse himself on more occasions than he wanted to remember to go relieve himself in his quarters. That Zoro wished nothing more than to bury his face in that soft, damp skin and lose himself in Luffy’s scent.
Zoro groaned and rolled over in his hammock. It was getting annoying trying to fall asleep with his cock hard and heavy in his pants.
He could hear the soft snoring of his crewmates across the ship.The only other noise present was the sound of water sloshing against the Merry. If anyone was awake — if Luffy was awake, he would’ve definitely heard him by now.
“Fuck it.”
Zoro shifted to lay on his back and undid his trousers. He closed his eyes as he took his erection in hand and began to stroke. Slowly, tentatively, as if it were Luffy curiously pawing at the throbbing member, looking up at Zoro with those big brown eyes. His movements would be uneven and messy, just going at his own pace and listening to his swordsman’s breathing. Smiling at him, saying things that Luffy would say, only sexier and not at all in character.
After pumping Zoro’s cock until pre oozed at the tip, Luffy would let him indulge in his sick fantasy and lift his toned arm above his head, putting his armpit on full display for him and giving him a cute little smile followed by a nod, silently beckoning him over to have the first taste.
Zoro’s cock jumped in his grip and he shoved his blanket into his mouth to muffle the unsightly groan that threatened to escape. He remembered it as clear as day. The hot folds of skin, moistened from sweat, the short, soft curly hair that tickled his nose.
He was getting closer. He needed to taste it again, feel Luffy’s weight on him, hear his voice in his ear as Zoro put his all into memorizing his scent, his taste, imprinting it on his tongue like water from a desert oasis. Zoro’s strokes gained speed, more urgency as he began to chase that sweet release with Luffy’s name spilling out of his lips —
“Zoro?”
Zoro nearly leaped out of his skin, his hand immediately leaving his cock and gripping the handle of a sword until it registered just whose voice that was. He froze, his eyes landing on the figure in the doorway. Luffy, whose name he just panted out like a fucking dog in heat. He quickly shoved his ever-throbbing cock back in his pants and tried to pretend he wasn’t just beating off to him, but even Luffy wasn’t that stupid.
“Luffy, shit, I can explain?”
Of fucking course it had to happen like this. A first-mate could only jerk off to his captain for so long before he was inevitably caught, dick in hand and captain’sname on his tongue.
“I came down ‘cause I wanted to sleep with you, then it sounded like you were having a nightmare,” ignoring the fact that Luffy wanted to sleep with him because, well, Luffy was like that with everyone on the ship, Zoro internally groaned as remembered it was Luffy’s turn to keep watch tonight. “But I think I know what you were just doing.”
Zoro could hear the smile in Luffy’s tone. He expected disgust, that Luffy would berate him or just uncomfortably avoid him, or do what any normal captain would do and punish him, straight up kick him off the ship and exile him from the crew. Or even kill him, so he wouldn’t have to live with the miserable shame.
But it was Luffy.
“What are you talking about?” he asked dumbly. Zoro put his hands behind his head, still clammy and drenched in the smell of sex.
“You were jerking off to me, right?” Luffy asked and approached the hammock.
“What? I—” Zoro coughed and turned his head away. “I was just dreaming. It’s nothing.” “About me? What kinda dream was it?” Luffy began to climb into the hammock and Zoro flinched. Luffy’s eyes widened at the action. He wanted to throw Luffy off, but he found himself frozen as his captain continued to climb on top of him. “Are you having nightmares, Zoro?”
“No, I just —” “So you were jerking off to me?” Luffy repeated, now straddling Zoro’s waist and grinning down at him. Maybe Luffy really did kill Zoro for his actions and now he was in hell, facing his punishment for the crime of being a disgusting pervert for all of eternity.
Zoro’s ears still picked up the sounds of his crewmates sleeping peacefully. Good, he absolutely did not need to deal with them right now. Not that being here with Luffy was any better.
He was grateful Luffy didn’t think to turn on the oil lamp lest he see the blush Zoro just knew was plastered all over his face. Moonlight spilled in through the window and splashed off of Luffy’s face, and even in the dim lighting, he could still see the intense determination in those wide eyes and Zoro realized he was sweating under his gaze. To add to his embarrassment, regret and shame pinched Zoro’s nerves at the fucking innocence and wonder written all over Luffy’s face.
He should’ve just lied. Told him he was actually having a nightmare, a really horrifying one at that, or that they were just wrestling, but the truth was out as soon as Luffy saw him holding his dick and groaning out his name.
Zoro swallowed. Suddenly, the barrel across his room had an interesting pattern carved into the wood, captivating and locking his eyes onto it, or the intricacies of the nails keeping the floorboards down; anything that wasn’t Luffy’s curious fucking stare, boring holes into his soul. Puppy dog eyes and long, fluttering eyelashes. Why did he have to be so fucking pretty?
Zoro wasn’t one to hesitate; he’s always been quick in every way possible, and even in something as mundane as a conversation he refused to stutter. But for probably the first time since leaving Shimotsuki village, he found his words getting choked up around a lump in his throat.
Luffy was going to hate him and he ought to accept that. Own up to his actions and take whatever is thrown at him.
“Y-yeah,” he forced out.
In trying to memorize the patterns in the walls, Zoro caught Luffy cocking his head out of the corner of his eye.
“What were you thinking about?” Again, that damn smile in his voice, and with that bluntness that never failed to baffle Zoro. He sounded like he was about to burst out laughing at him.
Zoro probably would have had an easier time confessing that he simply wanted to fuck Luffy, but the horror of his actual fantasy kept him from blurting it out. Sure, he’d take fucking Luffy any day. Of course, he’s thought about it; it’d been the subject of several other late-night sessions, his mind filling in all the blanks of how it would feel, what sounds he’d make, and the expressions he’d have while bouncing on Zoro’s cock. But he couldn’t dare lie to him; that would be even more shameful than this.
How does one tell their captain they fantasized about sniffing and licking his sweaty armpits, without sounding batshit insane?
Luffy shifted on Zoro, thigh brushing against his clothed erection and were it not for the intense focus Zoro had on his control, he would’ve groaned at the contact. The hammock swayed, overburdened and threatening to flip over or snap and fall from their combined weight. Face to face, way too close for comfort but oddly enough, Luffy sitting on him like this was nothing out of the ordinary, only the circumstances were new. Zoro was used to the proximity, but now, feeling the heat coming off of his captain’s face and asking such a question, he couldn’t get his cock to calm down.
Sex and Luffy just didn’t mix. He never showed any interest in the act. Zoro would catch glimpses of his eyes wandering but it was always with intrigue and simple curiosity. Luffy’s words and actions, straddling his lap and brushing up against Zoro’s aching cock like this, confronting him like this… the whole situation was just surreal. But real or not, Zoro knew he had to confess or Luffy wouldn’t leave him be.
Zoro sighed, defeated and tired. “It was during our fight in Shells Town,” Luffy listened to him intently. “The way you looked during the battle, all…”
“Piratet-y? Badass? I know right, it was pretty awesome. You and Nami were cool too.” Zoro paused. Right. For a moment he forgot this was Luffy he was talking to. He swallowed.
“Sweaty.”
Luffy blinked with an unreadable expression, and Zoro’s heart stopped. Then he smiled, and the ensuing relief was like oxygen flooding into Zoro’s lungs, but like some things this evening, it was short-lived. Luffy leaned closer, bringing his face deeper into Zoro’s personal bubble without shame.
“I guess I was pretty sweaty, yeah. But that isn’t what you were thinking about, was it, Zoro?” Luffy’s voice took on a new tone, one Zoro hadn’t heard before, and it sent a shiver down his spine and a new heat boiling in his gut.
If he hadn’t known Luffy for this long, he would’ve thought the boy was making fun of Zoro, trying to rile him up and get a reaction out of him. Or maybe he was, for all Zoro knew; even after sailing with him for as long as they had, he was still an enigma in every way imaginable. But he could at least tell that Luffy was, if anything, curious and, apparently, unbothered by the confession, so fuck it.
Maybe Luffy would even let him indulge.
Zoro could barely see in general, not in this darkness or from his angle still laying down, but he could certainly feel what had to be Luffy’s ass pressed right up against his crotch. He attempted to steady his breathing, but it just came out as a sigh.
Where did he even start?
Of course, it wasn’t just how sweaty Luffy was, or his godforsaken armpits for that matter. It was so much more than that. During their first meeting, Zoro was taken aback and then blown away by Luffy. He was like a wild animal set loose in the East Blue with the sole purpose of seducing Zoro and awakening freaky shit in his sick mind. He’d follow Luffy to the other side of the planet, take any order thrown his way without hesitation, and cut down any opponent who’d dare to lay a hand on any of his precious curls.
Luffy was someone Zoro would drop down to his knees for. He wanted to worship his captain, endlessly spell his devotion on his body with his hands, his mouth, his tongue, if Luffy would give the order—or just allow him. And he’d lick his sweaty pits clean in a fucking heartbeat. You know, normal first-mate-captain relationship things.
“I want to lick you.”
That was probably the best he could manage. If Luffy forced him to spell it out, he might just start coughing up blood.
Zoro realized he’d closed his eyes when he slowly opened them up again, greeted by Luffy’s stare, softened but no less intense than before. This was different, though; this look on his face was rare and precious, one that filled Zoro’s head with feelings he couldn’t explain but all he knew was that he wanted to see this expression more.
Again, a smile spread across Luffy’s dimpled cheeks, and for a moment, the guilt of what Zoro had been fantasizing about left his being completely.
“I trust you, Zoro. Just tell me what you want. You can do anything to me.”
And just like that, every last fiber of control in Zoro’s body snapped and he surged forward, pushing his lips into Luffy’s. His captain let out a small sound of surprise, but Zoro couldn’t find it in himself to give a damn anymore as he began to move his lips over Luffy’s in some frantic rhythm. Luffy turned his head and sighed into the kiss, and fuck if it wasn’t the sexiest noise Zoro had ever heard in his life. He sloppily tried to mimic Zoro’s movements, while at the same time allowing his first-mate to take the lead.
Zoro’s hands found their way around Luffy’s slim waist, bringing him down to grind their clothed crotches together. Luffy gasped at the contact, and Zoro took the opportunity to slip his tongue through parted lips. He massaged their tongues together, drinking in Luffy’s taste and mapping out every inch of his mouth. Luffy moaned and began to grow hard against Zoro.
Zoro would lose himself if they kept at it like this, but Luffy didn’t seem to mind. Zoro couldn’t stop himself, his body moving on its own accord, hands roaming everywhere, groping where they could reach, hips bucking up, chasing that delicious friction. His hands slid up into Luffy’s shirt, stroking his back and back down to the curve of his hips, into his pants to squeeze the round globes of his ass.
Luffy was the first to pull away, panting, his lips parted and wet, strings of their mixed saliva still attached between them. It was the most erotic thing Zoro has ever seen, his captain, flushed and aroused on top of him.
It didn’t take much, yet Luffy was already flushed and becoming pliant in Zoro’s lap if the tented fabric pressing against his belly was any indication.
Zoro kissed him again, this time with less urgency but laced with the same need, a slow, wet meeting of lips and swipe of his tongue. He kissed the corner of Luffy’s mouth, then began to trail kisses along his jaw, down to his neck, nuzzling into his jugular. Luffy shivered and let out a giggle, saying something about it tickling, but Zoro couldn’t hear him over his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. Hewanted this for so long and thought of doing this to Luffy for weeks. His mind was going crazy with what else he wanted to do–what he could do; what Luffy would allow him to.
Luffy tasted better than he’d ever imagined. His smell was hypnotic, and Zoro felt himself getting drunk on him. He didn’t notice when his eyes had fallen shut again, slowing to take his time lapping at Luffy’s skin, sucking and dragging his tongue over prominent collarbones. Zoro let his teeth graze, savoring in every little sound Luffy let out; mewls, sighs, moans, and Zoro’s name spilling through his lips as he spelled his lust into the rubber skin.
Once he was satisfied with the little red blossoms he’d left on Luffy’s skin, Zoro went further, pulling him by his hips to grind into him rhythmically. Luffy clung to him as his swordsman lay open-mouth kisses on his shoulder.
Zoro looked back up at him, wanting to see Luffy slowly start to fall apart at the seams as he licked his shoulder. Luffy looked down at him through half-lidded eyes, eyelashes brushing against flushed cheeks.
Luffy blinked suddenly, snapping out of the spell as he realized Zoro had stopped with his lips lingering against Luffy’s shoulder. “Hey, what’s wrong, Zoro? Keep going.”
Zoro exhaled against Luffy. His kisses became more light and tame, peppering Luffy in an affectionate way that both of them found strange. He didn’t know what to do. The part of Luffy that he wanted the most was so close, he could smell it. His pits, bare, waiting for him to clean every inch of them with his tongue. Yet he hesitated, again. They could keep just doing this, rubbing their cocks until they both cum in their pants, but it wasn’t what Zoro wanted.
Just tell me what you want.
You can do anything to me.
Zoro raised his eyes again, and Luffy was still staring down at him. Luffy said “anything.” He could do anything to him. Zoro pulled away from Luffy’s shoulder, now damp from his mouth.
“Could you turn around, Luffy?” “Hm? What for?” “Just do it. Please.”
If Luffy made him wait any more, Zoro didn’t know what he would do. He did know, however, that this was something he needed without facing his captain. Luffy didn’t need to see Zoro in such a state.
Luffy shrugged and made a small noise as he turned around to sit up against him, back to chest. Zoro’s breath caught in his throat as Luffy inadvertently plopped his rear on Zoro's erection. He throbbed hard in his pants, nestled between Luffy's clothed ass cheeks.
Luffy turned back to look at him. “Like this?” he asked, innocence in his voice, and Zoro almost wanted to apologize to him for this. A part of him wished that Luffy had turned the light on before they had started messing around so he could see his pretty, sun-kissed skin, the red staining Luffy’s cheeks, and the sweat on his body. The bigger, more anxious part of him was glad Luffy didn’t get to see the effects he was having on Zoro.
“That’s perfect.” Zoro said. “Take your shirt off?” Luffy was quick to oblige, unbuttoning his vest and slowly peeling the fabric off, exposing the expanses of smooth, toned skin. Every inch of flesh coming into view filled Zoro with a newfound hunger, and it took everything in him not to just grab Luffy, pin him to the floor and fuck him like there’s no tomorrow.
Luffy smiled back at Zoro. “Alright. I’m ready!” he said, a bit too loud and Zoro shushed him urgently before getting back to the matter at hand with a nod.
Zoro gently lifted Luffy’s arm above his head. His armpit was just like he remembered it. Glistening with sweat. Zoro didn’t pray to any God, but he swore he saw one that night. His mouth watered. The only thing that’s occupied his mind for weeks. The object of his every fantasy. The anticipation was too much with this prize dangled in front of his eyes. He didn’t want to wait for Luffy’s permission anymore; he dove in, pushing himself into the heaven that was his captain’s armpit.
Zoro could no longer help himself; he moaned as the warmth of Luffy’s soft, warm skin enveloped his mouth, and his nose. His eyes nearly rolled back into his head as the intense scent filled his nostrils. Sticky with unwashed sweat from their activities earlier that day, laced with the smell of Luffy’s boyish musk and something underneath that was just so distinctly him.
He felt Luffy’s arm coil around his head, and Luffy lifted himself off of Zoro’s lap as he realized what his first-mate was doing. Luffy let out a breathy laugh and patted Zoro’s head, but Zoro couldn’t find it in himself to feel ashamed anymore. Not with the soft, short hairs of his armpit tickling his nose, his plush ass covering his cock. If he were to drop dead at this very moment, well, he definitely wouldn’t mind at all.
“You really like my pit, huh Zoro? This is what you wanted to lick this whole time?” Luffy laughed, but his voice didn’t show any signs of disgust or resentment. Zoro couldn’t answer. He just brought his hands up to grab Luffy’s waist and bring him back down, rutting him hard against his cock. It ripped a shocked moan out of Luffy that turned into liquid heat pooling in Zoro’s gut. He’d never been more turned on, or more grateful for Luffy’s stretching ability than now, allowing him to indulge in ways he couldn’t even imagine doing with a normal human.
He was losing himself in Luffy’s scent, only breathing with purpose now, each deep inhale trying to imprint his smell into his being. Luffy, his captain, adorable rubbery Luffy with his bright smile, his soft dark curls, and how his body would flush and gleam with sweat during a fight. Zoro chanted Luffy’s name like a prayer, muffled against his sweaty skin.
Unable to stop himself, Zoro began to lap at Luffy like a starving dog, laying his tongue flat to get as much of his sweat into his mouth with each swipe as he could. Luffy seemed to enjoy his ministrations, small sounds of pleasure escaping his sweet lips as Zoro ate at his armpit, fingers digging in and trying to pull him in deeper.
He’s sensitive, Zoro thought, feeling Luffy twitch on top of him. With every swipe of his tongue, Luffy would let out the sweetest noises for him. He couldn’t help but think where else Luffy’s sensitivity reached, the effects that being made of rubber had on his nerves.
Zoro would let his captain keep him here, shoved under his arm to bask in his smell and taste for as long as Luffy fucking wanted. This was exactly where Zoro wanted to be for the rest of his life, under Luffy, serving his every whim and fulfilling his every desire. Let him use him however he wanted. Hell, he’d let Luffy use his face as a seat if he so desired.
The thought of Luffy, naked, grinding his ass all over Zoro’s face while calling his name ripped an embarrassing moan from Zoro’s lips.
He was pulled out of that fantasy all-too-quickly when Luffy suddenly shifted and Zoro felt his pants being unbuckled. Zoro stopped his feasting on Luffy’s armpit and tried to speak, muffled by the sweaty skin covering his face.
“Wait, Luff—mmf!”
Zoro’s leaking cock was pulled free from its confines, twitching in the chill of his room. His ears picked up the sound of Luffy ‘ooh’ing at it.
“I want to touch you too, Zoro,” he said with need in his voice. Fuck, he sounded desperate for it; how could Zoro possibly deny him?
Zoro said nothing, and that was enough for Luffy. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft, having to stretch the digits for the tips to touch.
“You’re huge!”
Don’t fucking say that, idiot.
The damage was already done, however; heat ran down Zoro’s spine and his erection throbbed in Luffy’s grip at the compliment, whether he meant it as one or not. He was already so close from rutting between Luffy’s ass.
“You didn't tell me you had a fourth sword, Zoro!” Luffy kept going. “I think it’s twice as big as mine.”
Zoro wanted to bask in that fact. He thought of rubbing their cocks together, his towering over Luffy’s, their cum mixing together while the boy moaned and whimpered about how much he wanted to suck it and beg for Zoro to put it inside him —
“Woah, it got even bigger! And it’s leaking so much.”
If this keeps up, Zoro will come on Luffy from just his words.
“I didn’t know you liked pits so much, Zoro. You’re so hard from licking mine,” Luffy moved his arm, rubbing his armpit against Zoro’s mouth and nose, his cock pulsating in his hand in response.
“I didn’t know you were such a pervert,” he whispered in a tone Zoro had never heard nor expected to come out of Luffy.
That was the final straw. His words sent a rush of heat down Zoro’s body, and in seconds the swordsman was grunting through a powerful orgasm that rippled through him, endless ropes of semen shooting from his cock and coating Luffy’s hand.
He’d never come so hard and for so long in his life, cock still throbbing furiously. Once Zoro could hear over the blood pumping in his ears he realized he’d been sobbing Luffy’s name against his pit.
Luffy released his arm from around Zoro’s head, freeing him from under his armpit. As Zoro began to regain his senses, the smell of Luffy, covered in a new sheen of sweat from their activities, filled his nostrils once again and his cock eagerly jumped in response.
“You’re still hard!” Luffy faced away from Zoro, straddling his waist and wrapping both hands on his erection. “You like some pretty weird stuff, Zoro.”
“Shut up,” Zoro growled through gritted teeth, but his voice betrayed him, laced with exhaustion and his chest heaved as if he’d just finished working out.
Luffy turned around now to face his swordsman, beaming down at him in his lap. Zoro stopped breathing altogether as he noticed a bit of his cum splattered on the boy’s cheek. Luffy followed Zoro’s eyes and felt along his face, scooping up the cum on his fingertip and slipping the digit into his mouth, humming in satisfaction and bringing his finger back out with a wet pop. He grinned at Zoro, who couldn’t decide if he wanted to cringe at his boldness or jump him right then and there. He could get off on that sight for months.
“You’re not gonna let me live that down, huh?” Zoro said more than asked. His eyes were falling shut from the exertion of his orgasm, though his cock still twitched in excitement.
“Nope!”
Luffy was still hard as well; Zoro could feel it poking against his midsection. He reached around and cupped his captain’s ass before seizing his lips into another kiss, this one slow and wet, enough to get him going again. Luffy was eager, trying to pick up the pace and get their tongues back into the frenzied rhythm from earlier, but Zoro wouldn’t have it. He wanted to take his sweet time with Luffy and make love to him before he fucked him like a wild animal in heat.
Night still hung over the Going Merry, with the sun nowhere in sight over the ocean’s edge. They still had time to fool around before one of the crewmates woke up and realized no one was keeping watch, but until then they’d just have each other’s company.