The Mouth of Surprise
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+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,428
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own One Piece, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Mouth of Surprise
A fight started it. Not too surprising there.
Wrestling for a better grip in a struggle…no surprise that clothing had come off really.
Sanji deciding upon seeing the extra exposed flesh of the swordsman to press his advantage in something other than a fight was to be expected too…after all the marimo himself called him a pervert.
As expected, Zoro fought him the whole way. Every stroke given, pushed away the first time. Just a push. No swords. That didn’t look like anger behind those eyes either. It didn’t take much for Sanji to understand what he’d been hoping for anyway.
Zoros body was his for the taking.
Sanji supposed if he really sat and thought about it…a man so focused on strength and self control would really relish the opportunity to…well, not be.
No the thing that was surprising and so totally unexpected for the chef was Zoros mouth.
As things were heating up, it started. The normally stoic and vocally reserved marimo had unleashed a torrent of erotic verbiage so shocking and dirty Sanji almost wanted to pull up a chair, smoke a cigarette and listen.
Sanji was sucking on his own long fingers, lubing them up to begin to stretch the mans opening below him…and if Sanji wasn’t already rock hard and painfully stiff Zoros mouth would have made him painfully so. The swordsman was asking in a sneerful whine if Sanji sucked and nibbled on his fingers while he masturbated. If his skillful fingers ever went up his own ass. If his technique was any indication of the kind of blowjob he could give.
While Sanji forced himself into Zoro, Zoro moaned out demands for it to fill him. He threw out food references that didn’t quite jive with the cooks methodology. (There were bacterial concerns when one stuffed turkey after all).
Then groans to be fucked harder, faster, and till he was raw began.
The cook took each as a challenge, aiming to go harder than the fool desired, faster than he needed, and hoping he could hold out till the marimo had to use a sword sheath as a crutch to walk properly. He was in charge here!
He’d give the bastard what he wanted and more than he could appreciate. He did exactly that as a chef anyway…to be able to work the same magic behind the scenes here shouldn’t be surprising to anyone.
He wondered for a second if maybe Zoro knew all that from the start. Knew Sanji wouldn’t run at the language threatening to even now make him blush. Knew that being pinned under the bucking cook would bring him pleasure and sweet release.
He had to know…or else he wouldn’t be there, his mind along with Zoros orgasm induced scream answered for him.
Wrestling for a better grip in a struggle…no surprise that clothing had come off really.
Sanji deciding upon seeing the extra exposed flesh of the swordsman to press his advantage in something other than a fight was to be expected too…after all the marimo himself called him a pervert.
As expected, Zoro fought him the whole way. Every stroke given, pushed away the first time. Just a push. No swords. That didn’t look like anger behind those eyes either. It didn’t take much for Sanji to understand what he’d been hoping for anyway.
Zoros body was his for the taking.
Sanji supposed if he really sat and thought about it…a man so focused on strength and self control would really relish the opportunity to…well, not be.
No the thing that was surprising and so totally unexpected for the chef was Zoros mouth.
As things were heating up, it started. The normally stoic and vocally reserved marimo had unleashed a torrent of erotic verbiage so shocking and dirty Sanji almost wanted to pull up a chair, smoke a cigarette and listen.
Sanji was sucking on his own long fingers, lubing them up to begin to stretch the mans opening below him…and if Sanji wasn’t already rock hard and painfully stiff Zoros mouth would have made him painfully so. The swordsman was asking in a sneerful whine if Sanji sucked and nibbled on his fingers while he masturbated. If his skillful fingers ever went up his own ass. If his technique was any indication of the kind of blowjob he could give.
While Sanji forced himself into Zoro, Zoro moaned out demands for it to fill him. He threw out food references that didn’t quite jive with the cooks methodology. (There were bacterial concerns when one stuffed turkey after all).
Then groans to be fucked harder, faster, and till he was raw began.
The cook took each as a challenge, aiming to go harder than the fool desired, faster than he needed, and hoping he could hold out till the marimo had to use a sword sheath as a crutch to walk properly. He was in charge here!
He’d give the bastard what he wanted and more than he could appreciate. He did exactly that as a chef anyway…to be able to work the same magic behind the scenes here shouldn’t be surprising to anyone.
He wondered for a second if maybe Zoro knew all that from the start. Knew Sanji wouldn’t run at the language threatening to even now make him blush. Knew that being pinned under the bucking cook would bring him pleasure and sweet release.
He had to know…or else he wouldn’t be there, his mind along with Zoros orgasm induced scream answered for him.