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Luffy shoves another spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth, chewing absently at the little chunks of bacon and onion. And even as he swallows the paste, his eyes are trained to Usopp’s plate as he goes for another scoop.

He tries listening to his friend, honest he does, but his mind wanders to Sanji. To how this food is roadkill compared to his masterpieces and how he still wants Usopp’s grilled catfish anyway because all food is good food so long as it’s in his stomach. And in all his thoughts, the older’s discussion of the book he’s helping to illustrate gets lost.

He swallows a yelp when he suddenly nips his tongue, blinking as his spoon taps the empty spot his pile of mashed potatoes used to sit. He sucks on the muscle and tastes blood.

Luffy pouts, he’d rather be tasting Usopp’s fish. His hand inches, spoon twitching toward the plate. Nami’s voice, clear and demanding his attention, cuts through his meat-induced haze.

" Any big things coming up, Luffy?" She hums over her own food, delicately twirling her fork in her plate of pasta. The teenager in question flinches, hand snapping back to his plate as his mind effortlessly bounced right back to Sanji and now Zoro too.

" Me, Zoro, and Sanji's anniversary is coming up!" He announces happily, vibrating in his seat at the reminder," I can't wait!"

" Because you have something big planned?" Usopp guesses eagerly, matching his friend’s excitement with glimmering eyes and a sip of his soda.

" What? No," the ravenette frowns, head tilting," because it means they would've been mine for a whole year!" He clarifies obviously, wondering if Usopp forgot just who exactly Zoro and Sanji are. Luffy’s tempted to pull his phone out and show them off. 

Again.

Usopp sputteres, furiously wiping his face with his hands. Even Nami gasps a little, pressing a graceful hand to her mouth as she coughs quietly.

" Y-you mean... you di-dn't plan anything ? At all ?!" His curly haired best friend croaks.

" Of course not," he blinks between the two of them, eyes wide and worried after their little performances," Zoro and Sanji don’t care about stuff like that."

His boyfriends were adults in college, not fresh outta high school kids like them. They were sensible and responsible and all those other pretty words Sabo had taught him way back when they were kids.

Nami sighs, placing her fork on the edge of her plate," listen Luffy," she starts, tone slow and patient," if you don't plan anything for your anniversary , Zoro and Sanji are gonna think they don't matter to you . See?" She stresses, using her pressed together hands to go through the steps.

" Especially since they were already together waaay before you came along," Usopp twirls his fork for emphasis," so, you have to work extra hard to catch up," he tacks on wisely, finally cutting off a chunk of fish.

" But," Luffy deflates at their words, curling in on himself.

Nami and Usopp are two of the smartest people he knows. And if they both really think that…

" B-but they know I love them, and they love me," Luffy shakes his head, even if they hadn't said it yet, they must know. They have to," I don't have to catch up," holding his ground with wide eyes and a sour expression.

Right?

" Well, sure that's what they told you, but it was probably just to make you feel better," he muses around a bite, swallowing before continuing," and hey, even if it was absolutely true, what could going all out hurt?"

" I... I guess so," he looks down at his plate, at the cut of pork only half eaten and the untouched mac'n'cheese. He frowns and lays his hands in his lap.

He wasn't all that hungry anymore.

Luffy steps through the door with a sigh, shutting and locking it with his free hand. The sounds of a TV show fill up the living room as Ace lounges on the couch.

The older glances back at him, gaze sweeping over his body and lingering on his black, plastic container," what’s that, Luf?" His brother hums, sipping from his beer.

" Oh, umm," Luffy follows his eyes," me, Usopp, and Nami went to get food. These are some leftovers."

Ace lurches forward, pressing his hand into his mouth as frothy fluid drips from between his fingers. He coughs and heaves, leaning on the coffee table while Luffy watches, dark brows nearly touching his darker hairline.

" You okay, Ace?"

" Shit ," he wheezes, just breathing for a moment while he wipes his chin," I should be asking you that," he laughs. The sound is raw and disbelieving, maybe even a little manic," I didn’t think you even knew the word leftovers. Since when do you not finish your food and everyone else’s?" He tilts his head at the shorter boy and Luffy’s expression sets uglier, frowning as the reason returns to the front of his mind.

Luffy shifts his tongue, flexing his hand before releasing his fist. He blinks at Ace, not sure he knows where to start or even what to say.

" Damn," his brother chuckles," that bad, huh?" He scratches the back of his neck, glancing longingly to the picture of a smiling blonde in a blue and black top hat on the mantle. He sighs, nodding to himself and grabbing the remote to click off the TV," come here then. Talk to me," he pats the cushion beside him.

Luffy looks and nods, coming around the couch and sitting next to him. He sits his food on the table just to have something to do and sighs again," well," he looks at the photo too," my anniversary with Zoro and Sanji is in a few days and…", he pouts," Usopp and Nami say I have to do something big or they won’t know I care about them."

" But?" Ace continues for him, taking a tentative sip of his drink.

" But… b-but Zoro and Sanji aren’t like that!" Luffy huffs suddenly, furious with his own brain for not deciding what it thinks!" At least, I thought they weren’t. I-I don’t know everything about them yet and," he looks up at Ace, pitiful," and I don’t wanna lose them because I made a dumb choice."

Ace pats his head with a thoughtful noise," that’s a hell of a problem, Luffy," he admits, ruffling his hair," I can’t really tell you what to do, but from what you’ve told me, Zoro and Sanji seem like pretty chill dudes. I don’t think they’d care much either way," he rolls his eyes as he says it, sneering.

Luffy picks at the fur along the bottom of his shorts," but I care," he argues through puckered lips.

Ace huffs," I know you do," he pokes Luffy’s side," what’s your gut tellin’ ya?"

That I’d give anything to them, for them.

" I’d do anything for them," he looks up and Ace has an odd look on his face. Something proud and reminiscent and pissed all at once.

" Then do that. Go all out for them," his brown eyes glint then, smirk mischievous," you could also just break up with them. No anniversaries to worry about when you’re single," he nudges Luffy with his shoulder, wiggling his dark eyebrows.

The younger shoves him away, trying to bite at his lips to hide his grin," Ace! That isn't funny!" His voice warbles as he tries to swallow his laughter.

" Come on, it's a little funny," the bigger man pushes him right back, fingers pinching close in emphasis.

Luffy sticks his tongue out at his brother, snatching his food," turn the TV back on. I’m hungry," he pops open the top, tearing into his pork chop.

Ace rolls his eyes, plucking up the remote," so demanding," he grins, leaning back and draping his arm over the couch and around Luffy.

The younger smiles around the meat, pressing into his brother’s side 

Luffy rolled from one corner of his bed to the next, watching his posters blur and warp while his head throbbed, struggling to think of the perfect date. One that had to be good for Zoro and Sanji, but those two were as different as people got!

Zoro loved working out and fighting almost as much as he enjoyed drinking.

Sanji adored cooking and dressing his best and anything involving romance. Honestly, Luffy was sure Sanji would be happy just being taken on a date, no matter where or what.

The 18-year-old flops onto his back, staring at his ceiling fan and deciding he needed two big events centered around each of his boyfriends. And maybe something little in each for the other?

Luffy huffs, shutting his eyes. This was starting to give him a headache.

But…

He takes a deep breath, anything.

Zoro was hard to plan anything for, he seems to just follow along behind them, happy as long as he had a hand to hold or a waist to wrap his arm around. He did like drinking though and his eyes always went soft when he talked about growing up in Japan with his father and sister.

Luffy didn’t know the first thing about the island, but Zoro did have a cute little tree figurine in his and Sanji’s dorm with dark bark and pale pink petals

The plant replica had seemed so oddly familiar, almost like he’d seen it somewhere. Luffy throws his arm over his eyes, frowning and concentrating on that feeling until he sees the park and the pretty blooming trees lining the pathways.

Of course! He could take them there! Surely Zoro would be thrilled to see the real thing once more and Sanji loved pretty stuff, too. Plus flowers were super romantic. 

Luffy giggles, headache easing at one-half of a job well-done. An event for Sanji would be much easier, he was suave and classic. He melted watching black and white movies of cheesy romance and horse-drawn carriages. Luffy’s seen a couple around town pulled by powerful beasts. He just knows Sanji would sink to the floor in a puddle of happiness at riding one himself and Luffy can have it take them to the park!

He’d bring some alcohol too for Zoro with Ace buying of course.

Luffy shoots up, excitement buzzing so heavy in his veins he just wants to run out and get started, but alas. He glances at the darkness peeking through his curtain and lays down once more, wiggling against his sheets.

It was just perfect, though it does feel like he’s forgetting something. He closes his brown eyes, flashes of green hair and crystal blue eyes make his heart race all the same.

Perfect.

" I am 18!" Luffy snarls, glaring under his lashes up at the driver.

" Sure you are, kid, but I still need to see an ID as proof," he rumbles back, shifting the fat cigar in his mouth and looking down his nose at the ravenette.

He stomps his sandals childishly," I didn’t bring it! I told you that!" His brown eyes alight as he fumes," why do you need to be 18 to rent a carriage anyway?! It’s not like I’m driving it!"

He taps the ash from the reeking stick, throwing his head back with a groan and a roll of his shoulders. The horse huffs at their sides, digging her hoof into the stone street," I don’t have time for this," he mumbles, exhausted," listen, kid, come back with an ID or don’t come back at all. Got it?"

Luffy clenches his fist, growling once more as he throws his arms up in defeat and storms off.

What a pain in the ass!

His heated cheeks and nearing headache remind him exactly why he hadn't planned anything in the first place. He hates doing this shit!

He flops onto a nearby bench like a sack of flour, running his hand over his red face. All he wanted was a nice night with his boyfriends, why did it have to be so difficult. Did Sanji deal with this every time he wanted to go on a date with Zoro.

Luffy’ll have to kiss him extra hard when they meet up next week.

His heart rate eases while he stares at the sky, thinking of Sanji’s warm pink lips and smooth skin. It makes him remember being passed back and forth in a secret little corner after his graduation. Of them leaving him breathless with swollen lips against the brick walls. Luffy flushes at the memory. How could two people make him feel so invincible? Like he could go anywhere and be anything, so long as they were with him.

They had worked so hard to see him without Ace killing them and Luffy knows he can't give up.

He did say he’d do anything for them, so he can get a little mad and all the headaches in the world were worth it if that night is perfect.

So, Luffy takes a deep breath and pulls his phone from his pocket.

" So, this is you?" The man squints at the little card in his hand while Luffy beams, nodding happily.

" Yep! Ace Portgas, the one and only!"

" Mhm, but yesterday you said you were 19. According to this you’re, what? 23? 24?" He glances over the edge at him, an unkempt eyebrow raised.

Luffy doesn't waver for a second," did I say that? Whoops, I forget sometimes, that’s all," he scratches at the back of his neck, feigning sheepishness as he kicks a pebble off the curb.

The man watches him for a moment longer before adjusting his hat with a sigh," you gonna pay me?" He finally rumbles.

" Of course," Luffy promises, pride welling in his gut at a well-earned victory.

" Then fuck it," he hands back Ace’s ID," just tell me where to be, kid."

Luffy scrambles for the scribbled address and time in his pocket. Gladly handing over the piece of paper.

And as he waves off the guy and his funny horse, he may or may not be spending the next two weeks dessert-less in exchange for "tarnishing my good name" as his brother had put it. He spins on his heels to march to the liquor store with a bounce in his step.

His boyfriends are more than worth a few sweets.

And just like the money he’s about to hand over for a drink he’s too young to buy, he’d happily lose it for them.

Luffy fiddles with the ends of his bowtie, yanking it taunt before desperately pulling when it makes it hard to swallow. He knocks then, pouting at the stupid accessory. And maybe all his fiddling is just an excuse to rid him of some extra energy, but it really does feel like he forgot something. 

He stares at the door instead, distantly grateful that his boyfriends were friends with the security guard, Franky, or else he’d never be able to see them.

" Mosshead!" Sanji calls from somewhere inside," get the door!"

" Hell no!" Said college student barks back," I got it last time! Tag! You’re it!"

Luffy giggles at the banter, shifting from one foot to the other. Something bubbly and glittering pools in his bones the longer they make him wait.

" Lazy bastard," Sanji mutters, clear on the other side. Luffy wiggles harder, nearly whining like a dog as footsteps cease.

The door swings open to reveal a shirtless Sanji in a pair of tight-fitting red jeans. Luffy allows himself to stare, openly admiring the planes of milky skin, soft and corded with lean muscles. His only blemishes are the red and black rings that look an awful lot like Zoro’s mouth.

When he does finally meet his blue eyes, the smile he’s being flashed is so charming it makes Luffy’s stomach hurt," bonsoir, mon crevette," Sanji rumbles in his flawless French. 

Luffy has absolutely no fucking idea what that means, but he grins all the same. A little drunk on the beacon of perfection that is his boyfriend," hi, Sanji!"

The older looks him down, then up slowly. His eyes linger low and when he ducks down, Luffy eagerly tilts his head up to receive his kiss.

It never comes though, instead deft fingers undo his bowtie before quickly twirling it into in the perfect loop. Not too tight and not too loose.

Luffy finally gets what he wanted all along. The smooch is warm and short, a sweet little thing before Sanji steps aside to let him in, locking it behind him.

The youngest blinks the daze from his honey eyes to find Zoro sitting on their tiny couch and lacing his boots," hey, Lu," he rumbles in that deep baritone without looking.

Luffy pouts, deciding he’s more important than a few laces. He drapes himself across Zoro’s strong back, nestling his chin into his soft green-hair. His black and red sweater is a little itchy, but Luffy can't say he cares much," hiya, Zoro."

" We’re almost done. Just waiting for his royal highness to get finished," Zoro snickers at his own joke. Luffy jumps a little at the pale hand appearing from his periphery to flick hard at Zoro’s temple," ow! You son of a-"

" Language, barbarian," Sanji silences with a scold," don’t wanna chase him away, now do you?"

" What the hell are you talking about?" The largest huffs, sitting up as he finishes with his shoes. Luffy yelps, coiling his arms around his thick neck," we’ve been dating him for a year!"

" I’ve been dating you for four and I still have an escape plan!" Sanji snarks back, already disappearing into their bathroom. 

Zoro scoffs, rolling his eyes at the most obvious lie Luffy’s ever heard. He can’t help his bright laugh, those two call each other if they spend more than an hour and a half apart!

" You two are weird," he trails off into giggles, breathing Zoro in," you smell nice," he praises. Like mist and fall leaves. 

He rolls off onto the couch and green-gray follow the motion, tracing the odd curve of his spine as he settles. Heat kisses Luffy’s ears under his attention.

" I can’t tell if you're fancy or casual," Zoro muses. His fingertips tease the sliver of skin left exposed as his shirt rides higher. The tickle makes him squirm and that makes his partner smirk," how do you make me feel both over and underdressed?"

Truthfully, Luffy hadn't known the proper attire for a carriage ride, especially not during his first anniversary. So, he threw on a little of everything. His pure black shirt had stitched patches of red plaid breaking up the empty void. His tight blue jean-patterned leggings that didn't cover his ankles. The blood red bowtie Sanji had saved and his hat of course.

" I didn’t know what I was supposed to wear," he hums honestly, shutting his eyes as tickling evolves into proper stroking. Those thick, calloused fingers even tucking under his shirt for more skin.

His fuzzy brain barely registers Sanji leaving the bathroom. Zoro has to tap a pattern into his flesh before he opens his eyes. There’s something unreadable and a little dark in the older’s gaze.

Luffy glances away shyly, finding Sanji in his dark red button-up with ruby red roses.

" Why are you guys wearing red?" In the year and a bit he’d known them, Luffy hadn't seen either in the color. Zoro seemed to have a soft spot for purple. Sanji wore a whole lotta blue and black.

" Because it’s your anniversary," the college sophomore explains in a grunt as he stands, stretching his arms over his head.

" Oh," Luffy muses quietly. A warm, heavy feeling pooling in his gut. He rolls off the couch, hoping to hide his bashfulness in the large movement, but he’s giggling when he says," okay!"

Luffy skips across the sidewalk, idly glancing over his shoulder to check on the strolling duo. Zoro and Sanji’s hands are locked together in a mess of fingers, tangled so tight it’d take an act of whatever Gods there may be to separate them.

The thought makes Luffy giggle to the sky. For all their bickering, those two sure do love each other. I want them to love me like that too , he dreams wistfully, veering around the corner. Being on the receiving end of such devotion lightens his already bouncy sway.

Luffy loves them so much already, surely that isn't too much to ask.

" Where are we going, Luffy?" Zoro calls and the daydreamer slows.

He laces his fingers behind his head, leaning back into himself as his hat falls heavy over his eyes, hiding a fraction of the excitement radiating from his every atom," it’s a surprise," he teases to the darkening sky. 

Nami had told him all but the exact seconds of when the sun would set and Usopp’s route would get them to the park just in time. To think he has not only two incredible boyfriends, but awesome regular friends as well. The short teen will have to thank them again later.

Sanji sighs, though it trails off into a chuckle," I don’t know why I expected you to recognize this place," his tease so disgustingly fond it drowns out even the slightest bit of annoyance," you’d probably forget your way to our bathroom if you didn’t go there every day."

" What are you talking about?" Zoro frowns curiously in return," I’ve never been here before. And definitely not with you." 

" Whatever you say, mon cher," he hums warmly, Luffy blushes hard at the words. So flustered he glances away from them to the buildings piercing the sky that surround him.

It’s times like this that Luffy wishes he knew French, but he remembers one night cuddled up to Sanji while Zoro had been visiting his family. The living room glowed with the monochromatic light of one of Sanji’s favorite old French romances. The man of the main couple had purred those very words while ducked on one knee with a pretty ring.

Luffy isn't the smartest, but he knows the cute little things Sanji calls him don't compare to such an adoring term.

The youngest pouts, I want Sanji to call me things like that, too.  

" Oi, tell me," Zoro grumbles. Luffy finds the strength to peek, ears still burning.

Zoro leans heavier on Sanji despite being just a little taller. He’s looking down into his ocean eyes, lips poking out in a faux-pout that looks far too kissable for its own good. Sanji breathes a laugh, openly ogling Zoro’s mouth. He tips up, kissing him.

" It’s a surprise," he mocks against his tongue. All the while, they continue walking. Just how often do they do this?

" You’re a dick sometimes," the greenhead mutters, though he brushes their noses all the same. 

Sanji smirks, slight and charming," takes one to know one. Right?"

Luffy doesn't know the moment his admiring turns wistful, but he feels the longing haze ripple when he blinks. A whole year by their sides and he still feels like some intruder right now, just some creepy guy watching two men love each other with everything they have.

Maybe Usopp was onto something after all.

" Whatever," storm-green roll in their sockets, stealing one last kiss before those eyes- pillow-soft in the wake of Sanji. Only Sanji- land on him," you alright, Lu?" They furrow, darkening with confusion.

Luffy whips his head forward, shaking out his hair," of course!" He assures a little too loudly, a little too chipper," not much longer now."

One lithe hand slides into his left. A rougher finds his right. Warmth surrounds him as Luffy’s squished comfortably between two taller bodies.

" Lead the way then," Sanji muses, melodic like a songbird and properly lacing their fingers. Zoro follows suit and Luffy grins, wide and genuine for his boyfriends.

That strange, lonely ache vanishes. It seems impossible to feel left out in the middle

" Right!"

" We’re here!" The newest edition throws his arms out while facing them, presenting the crowded city street with a grin. Zoro takes one look behind him, blood pools thick and bright under his tan cheeks, horror dawning his features.

There are half a dozen carriages lined up against the curb, though theirs is absent. Drivers lazily await their riders like old-school taxis. The sounds of hoof clicks and horse nickers blend with the chatter of passersby. Some are ecstatic children begging to pet the ponies and others are pining adults wishing of something so romantic.

Luffy tilts his head at the reaction, face pinched with worry. Had Zoro come down with a fever like Usopp and all his out-of-nowhere diseases?

Sanji’s chest expands as he nurses a cigarette," now do you recognize it?" He chuckles, smoke bleeding from his nose.

" What?" Luffy pouts, head swiveling between the two of them. Zoro opens his mouth like he plans to answer, but closes it again. Pursing his lips as the blush travels to his ears.

" Marimo brought me here on our first anniversary," Sanji elaborates in his place, giving the embarrassed man a fond once over.

Zoro growls, ducking his head like a turtle while sounding similar to an angry kitten," shut up!" 

" Aw man, really?" The black-haired teen whines," does that mean you don’t wanna go?" He whispers, hiding behind the brim of his hat.

Luffy hadn't even considered the possibility, though it seems obvious now. They had spent four years together in this city, of course Zoro would bring him here at least once.

Dammit! Why didn't he think of a plan B?

" No, it’s cute," dark shoes appear on the ground in front of him. Sanji lifts his head with a slim finger on his chin, an arm around his waist. He ghosts his lips over Luffy’s nose, lingering there," you’re cute," he finishes, blessing Luffy with a press of his lips. Warmth kisses at his freckled cheeks, giggling.

Luffy smiles up at him, wondering how his blue eyes can be so pretty. He can feel when Sanji returns it, the pull of his soft mouth.

He taps his chin. Then sighs and shakes his head in exasperation. Looking down at Luffy as if to ask for help before over his shoulder," you done being embarrassed, Mossy? Do I have to turn you off and on again?"

Luffy digs his phone from his back pocket as he snickers. He misses whatever Zoro muttered in reply and is just barely present enough to feel Sanji releasing him from his hold.

The screen shines dimly at him, dulled by the sunlight. 6:45 pm is what the clock reads in a bold font with a red to pink ombre. He reaches for his pants once more for the little post-it Usopp had given him.

When he shoves his hand into his front pocket, it’s empty. So is the other one and both his back ones. The knot of dread twists slowly in his gut until it becomes hard to swallow," nononono," his panic is nearly silent as he double checks all four twice more, but it's gone.

Luffy needs that paper. How else is he meant to stay on time?!

" I just can’t believe I forgot," the low admission draws his eyes and spikes his fear. Did they figure it out?!

" You just forgot the way. You know I don't mind that." 

Oh. They aren't talking about him. Instead, Zoro and Sanji stand close with the blonde holding the younger boy tenderly. He tips closer, touching their noses again. Luffy had thought it was a coincidence, but now he thinks those two just have a thing for noses.

" That's why you have me, right? Somebody has to keep you on track," Sanji teases. His lids so low over his sparkling eyes Luffy can barely see them.

Zoro laughs a little," ah," he breathes," is that why I keep you around?" The only evidence of his previous flush is the dusting along the bridge of his nose. The sickly sweet love in his voice deepens it even further as they breathe together.

The sight mesmerizes him, easing the vice grip on his heart and panic fades away to something sweeter and far more powerful. How can they both be perfection walking? And how can Luffy let anything upset him when those two are right there ? Honoring him with their company and even a glimpse of their feelings?

He takes a deep breath, pocketing the device. The carriage man knows the times, it’ll all be…

" Okay!" He chirps, bright and sudden. They don't jump, simply looking up at him, gazes still heavy with lingering emotion.

" You all set, guenon?" Sanji hums. The late day- but definitely not sunset. Nope, not at all- light catches his blonde hair. It shimmers gold.

" Mhm," he nods enthusiastically. 

The sound of wooden wheels over concrete alerts him to the arrival of their driver. He settles at the back of the line. Raising a hand to a mother and son duo as they exit.

Luffy bounces over to the familiar face," hiya!"

" Ace," his lips pull into a saccharine, patronizing smile in return. He hears Zoro chuckle, followed by an odd, choked noise. Maybe Sanji did something to him?" Everything’s all set, boss."

His sour attitude does nothing to dampen Luffy’s mood. He won’t let anything ruin this night. So, he nods gratefully and smiles wider.

He pulls the door open, moving aside to wave them in. Sanji steps up with a dreamy sigh, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead," if only you had been this polite on our first date, Marimo," he chastises.

Zoro rolls his entire head this time, catching Luffy’s honey-brown eyes with the motion before mouthing mockingly as Sanji’s nape. The shortest bites his lip, hoping to stifle the giggles bubbling up.

" What was that?" Said blonde calls back to them, settling into the cushioned seats.

" Nothing, dear," Zoro assures instantly, winking at Luffy before joining their boyfriend. He sits on the other edge, once again leaving the perfect amount of space between them. And just like that, they’re back to their usual selves.

Luffy does wonder if bouncing between such drastically opposite dynamics ever gives them whiplash as Sanji responds with an unconvinced hum.

The former highschooler joins them, paper forgotten as he gets cozy in the middle," all set!" He shouts louder than necessary. He melts when both naturally shift inward, squeezing him just right.

Maybe if he wasn’t so busy nuzzling when Zoro draped a heavy arm over his slim shoulders, he would’ve noticed the neatly folded slip of yellow on the sidewalk.

Though catching the way his partners’ fingers twine when Zoro’s big hand reaches his other shoulder is certainly a better use of his attention than the warm gust that sends said paper fluttering over the concrete and out of sight.

The mare’s hooves click over the asphalt road in a steady, simple pattern that borders on hypnotic. The warmth his boyfriends leak and the haze of deep sunlight blend with the music, leaving Luffy’s lids so heavy he can barely stand it. Maybe staying up those nights to plan hadn't been such a good idea.

He blinks slowly at the empty shapes formed by wispy clouds, but this makes it all worth it. The easy conversation bouncing between Zoro and Sanji about their upcoming third year. The linger of smoke as Sanji polishes off the same cigarette from before.

He sinks into Zoro’s muscular side, purring at the rumble caused by his words," you know what would make this perfect?" He hums, face buried in Luffy’s hair. The teen tips desperately into the contact, leeching off his body heat," sake."

" Spoken like a true alcoholic," Sanji muses around his final mouthful of smoke. Luffy watches the gray dance into the sky, nearly as pretty as the soft pink lips they curl so delicately around," I can hear your liver crying from here."

" Mh," Zoro lifts his head to rest his chin against Luffy’s scalp, quirking an unimpressed eyebrow," really? Even over the sound of your lungs?" 

" Touche," Sanji relents instantly.

Luffy laughs softly, drawing back from Zoro’s broad shoulder. Though he misses his pillow immediately after," actually," he giggles, chest puffing just a little with pride. He knows his Zoro so well," funny how you mention sake."

He, reluctantly, slips from between them and slides across the floor to the little cooler under the seat from them. Inside is a single, green bottle with a pretty label that Luffy happily hands over.

Zoro whistles at him, inspecting the label with an impressed," alright, Luffy. You sure this is your first anniversary?" 

Sanji leans over for a better look, chest flush with Zoro’s back while the smallest eagerly studies their expressions. He catches the furrow of a green brow and an amused tilt of darker lips. The low chuckle and mirth glittering in blue eyes.

" What?" Luffy frowns, crawling over to try and read it for himself. Frankly, he had been expecting- and very excitedly awaiting- more kisses for such an amazing idea. Maybe even one of Zoro’s rare, cute, little Japanese pet names. So, to say he’s disappointed…" what’s wrong with it?"

Zoro doesn't say a word at first. Just shifts his eyes from the drink to Luffy with something unreadable in his green-gray. With one hand, he pulls the ravenette back onto the seat like he weighs less than air itself. He leans over, lips touching his temple before trailing down and back to his ear. And Luffy melts like butter," nothing, nikkō," he promises, tone low and… what is that? It feels deeper than being fond and is almost lost to the city noise surrounding them. The younger shudders, gasping at the warm breath," thank you for the drink." 

Sanji settles back, seeming content with the outcome. Luffy follows as Zoro opens the booze, thoroughly ensnared, especially when dark lips wrap snugly around the opening. Cheeks swelling and throat bobbing as the mouthful is consumed.

He pulls it off with a pop, mouth shiny and Luffy’s tongue feels very dry all of a sudden.

But then his nose scrunches cutely and his pout comes back," you don’t like it," Luffy mutters matter-of-factly.

" I love it," Zoro refutes, swirling the contents," I love that you got it for me. Even if it’s way too sweet for my tastes," he laughs heartily, not fazed in the slightest. Luffy, however, can't shake his unsavory feelings.

First the paper and now this? How many things’ll go wrong before the day’s over?

" I thought it was all the same," he whispers, ducking lower," is it really that bad?" 

There’s a beat of silence before Zoro brushes his hair from his forehead. That powerful emotion glimmers even brighter. Stormy green shines lime from that and the sunlight," tell you what," Luffy’s tempted to describe his tone as a coo," how about you sit in my lap and keep me company while I drink? It’ll make it easier to ignore the taste if I have you to… distract me," he decides with a purr. Mischievous and dark.

Sanji laughs so hard his cigarette falls to the street below before getting crushed under a mighty wheel. The throaty, full noise echoes off the buildings and cars. It slices the chaos in two. Luffy’s heart pounds so loud in his ears he doesn’t hear his," really?" Though the hope fluttering around his chest like a caged bird gives him a good idea of how he sounds. He can't decide who to look at.

" Really," Zoro promises without an ounce of shame. The graduate all, but leaps at him. Luffy laughs through his teeth when the other catches him single-handedly. Pulling him flush, chest to chest.

He wiggles, trying to adjust as he watches the street pass below. Some people stare at him through their windshields and just as he thinks of ducking down to hide. A big hand lays on his hip, fingers splayed.

He looks down, cheeks a sickly pink. Zoro smiles, warm and a little crooked, smiles the smile Luffy fell in love with. That unnamable, powerful emotion softens every sharp feature on his handsome face. He pets him, his low hum reverberates through Luffy’s chest. His heart might stop if they don't take mercy on him.

He takes a drink, Luffy licks his lips," good?" He whispers.

Zoro blinks up to him, gaze hooded as he tips forward. Luffy meets him timidly, shuddering like a leaf when his hot- so fucking hot- tongue traces the seam of his lips. He opens up, but the larger doesn't move.

Luffy whines, voicing his displeasure. Zoro dips under his shirt, stroking his side and squeezing.

Fine.

Luffy buries into the scalding pink cavern. Dragging his tongue over the rough surface of his partner’s. His teeth ache from the sake's sugary flavor. It's almost unbearable, but he doesn't pull away. He can't , he isn't strong enough.

When they do part, the 18-year-old heaves. Face burning while Zoro chuckles, unfazed as Luffy’s heart skips a beat. 

" The best."

Zoro muffles the little nicks and jumps of the carriage over the rocky road, but he does nothing to hide the steady decline in their speed and eventual stop.

Honey-brown pop open, slowly absorbing the world around him from his spot on Zoro’s shoulder. His brow furrows at the still cars on all sides of them. He grumbles, he had been enjoying his half-nap. Zoro had been petting him and everything.

He lifts his head and shifts once. His boyfriend releases him with nothing more than a confused eyebrow that Luffy pretends he doesn't see.

" What’s going on?" He yawns quietly to the driver, leaning against the back of his seat.

The man scoots forward, body tensing unhappily, but Luffy doesn't move. This surprise is far too important to ruin just because the driver’s being sensitive ," traffic, boss," he drawls, terse and sarcastic," car’s broken down in the middle of the road."

Admittedly, Luffy imposes more than he needs to into the driver’s personal space to confirm that there is indeed a car in the middle of the road. With an entire line blocked, law enforcement halts one side with a wide enough gap to allow the other half to cut over and pass. The pace is so slow Luffy feels his sleep pressing into his brain again as he watches it.

He sneaks a glance to the sky. The once deep blue has faded into something more demure. His groan snarls in his chest, swallowed as his clock reads 7:07 pm back to him. Nami said he had until 8:30 to get to the park or else the sun would be completely gone.

Goddammit he wishes he knew this city better. How far away are they? Is there another route? 

Is there anything he can do to stop this night from sipping through his fingers like sand grains?!

" Easy," a lovesick voice warns," told you it was sweet, babe."

He glances over his shoulder, helplessly drawn to them as usual. Sanji has basically taken Luffy’s spot on Zoro’s lap, leaning back into his chest as the wider man pulls the bottle away from his pretty lips. The blonde grimaces and Zoro merely chuckles as he kisses away a stray drop of sake from his chin.

" You can really handle that?" He wheezes, though his head falls to the side as their boyfriend’s mouth continues its journey south to the chef’s collar bones.

" Course I can," he takes another drink as if to prove it and doesn't even bat an eye," Luffy was thinkin’ about me. That’s good enough."

Something hot pricks in the corner of his eyes as he squares his shoulders. If Zoro can find a way out of this disaster, then so can he.

" Is there another way to get there?" Luffy’s whisper is urgent all the same.

" Sure," he hums, lazy like he can't be bothered. Luffy perks up instantly," but we’d have to turn all the way around and that would make you late for your little… sunset flowers," he decides, rolling his eyes. Though he does reach forward to give his dark mare a comforting stroke along her rump when a car’s needless honking has her tossing her head.

At least he has some kind of a heart.

" But this’ll make us late," he whines, slumping against the back of his seat. A feeling bordering on spite fuels the motion.

" Then maybe that’s just the way the cookie crumbles," he bites back.

Irritation spikes hot and ugly in his gut. This man’s disdain toward something as undeniably important as this is really starting to….

" Lu."

And just like always, Sanji’s voice floods to the front of his mind. Ending any thought or action that wasn’t wholly focused on him. He takes a breath, eases his expression and turns to him with what he hopes is adorably innocent curiosity and not exhaustion.

Those blue stare at him- through him- for a moment before they sparkle and soften, going sweet- and… is that understanding?- for him. He just opens his arms in silent invitation that Luffy takes without a second thought. He falls into the heap of limbs and body heat they had created in his absence and takes them in.

He hides against Sanji’s shoulder and just breathes, stealing some of that calm away for himself.

Zoro’s arm is around them, fingers dancing along Luffy’s spine. Sanji hikes his legs up to lay properly across the seat and the greenhead follows his lead easily, shoving them both into the newly made empty space between his thighs. 

And Luffy purrs like a kitten for them, the whole world slows until there’s only this. Only them.

There’s a warm puff beside his ear," look," Sanji muses it like an afterthought.

Luffy doesn't understand how he knows exactly where Sanji’s eyes are, but he supposes that tone of voice is reserved for one person. 

Zoro’s leaning back against the wall of the carriage, head tilted back and toward the sun. Who’s light gleams off the windows of the skyscrapers which reflect a picture perfect mirror of the sky with its pale blue void and whispers of clouds. Even a flock of ducks likely flying home to the same park as them. And all of that catches along his caramel skin. Sunkissed and gold touched, his lime lashes flutter as a wind catches his face. He turns toward it with an easy little pull to his lips, constantly wet from his sipping.

Luffy doesn't think he needs air anymore, he could live off this and only this until the world implodes.

" See? It’s just as beautiful right here," Sanji promises against his cheek, grin just a bit cheeky. Luffy strains his neck to turn to him, tangling his fingers into the collar of his floral shirt and shoving their mouths together.

The long, tender kiss erases any bit of lingering worry about the time or the traffic or fucking anything that isn't Sanji, Sanji.

Sanji.

Moisture pools behind his lids, but perfect hands reach up to card through his messy hair until the only evidence of his tears is the little sniffle Sanji licks from his throat.

" Pretty," Zoro hums suddenly, serenely. Luffy giggles and Sanji swallows it to chuckle right back into his mouth.

Luffy barely manages to hold a conversation with his boyfriends about the firefighter program he hopes to get into as the sky darkens and the sun efficiently dips below the horizon. And as it goes, so does Luffy’s mood.

Sanji’s words had been so sweet- his touch so tender- that the youngest hoped it would hold him over, but then barren black appeared in the sky, standing out like splintering cracks against the pristine blue-black of space and the stars.

 Luffy’s heart stops at the sight, his lips following soon after as a sick feeling of dreadful realization takes his breath away.

This was it.

This is what he forgot to do. He forgot to check if the fucking flowers - the entire point of this awful goddamn carriage ride- were in bloom. And of course, they weren’t.

Truthfully, the only thing Luffy can think to do- the only thing he wants to do- is hide and so he does. He leans forward and away from them on the seat to bury his face into his hands, hoping to quell the quiver to his shoulders while sour, bitter embarrassment wells up in his throat. The image of those empty trees haunt him even behind his eyelids.

Maybe if he tries hard enough, if he wishes for it enough, the ground will split open and swallow him whole.

" Luffy?" Zoro muses, low and concerned. His thick fingers brush the teen’s sides and Luffy can barely muster a whine for him.

" Oh amour," Sanji coos it to him like he’s something precious and breakable. Something delicate like a vase or one of those tall, thin wine glasses. He touches his hand. The skin of the blonde’s fingers is baby soft," look up one more time for me. Jolie s’il te plait, douche chose?"

Luffy thinks he would’ve done anything for Sanji after he called him amour, even if- like everything they say in French or Japanese- he has no idea what it actually means. He had heard it once before when he stepped out of the bathroom, pink from their shower. Sanji had whispered it to Zoro with an especially lovesick look on his face. The greenhead’s skin had been the sweetest shade of pink in their dorm room lights.

Luffy had left that night without an explanation, simply a kiss to both and a call to Ace. How could he have ever thought he stood a chance?

He peeks through the gaps in his fingers regardless. A single tear spills through the slits, running between his knuckles as he struggles to swallow past the lump in his throat.

Sanji kneels before him and carefully pries his hands away, cupping both his cheeks. His thumb runs beneath his eyes to collect the final tears. Zoro doesn't say a word, he simply ghosts his warm hand down Luffy's spine, laying a single kiss on his temple.

The slighter of the older boys rests his lips against Luffy’s forehead, murmuring," mon Dieu, tu seras ma mort," affectionately into his skin, drawing back after," you really wanted us to see them under the sunset, huh?"

Luffy only nods with a sniffle, not trusting his voice.

" Just look , Luffy," Sanji pleads quietly and Luffy is helpless to him. So helpless that he obeys without a thought.

The sight before him makes his jaw drop. Towering ominously on either side of the road are winding trees coated with rich, dark bark. Delicately dotting their sharp branches are closed flower buds, round and soft like the stars littering the sky. A few snap off as a wind blows, twirling to the ground as they take the time to dance with the fireflies flickering back and forth across the dirt road.

Luffy flops back into the seat as the air leaves his lungs in a gasp he doesn't remember making. Starstruck in a way that’s almost as intense as another clear night at a restaurant over a year ago. 

" It’s amazing," he finally admits.

Two things settle in his hands. One as perfect as silk and another as powerful as a raging storm. And yet…

" You really are," Sanji whispers it like a promise as Zoro kisses slowly at his knuckles, starting at his thumb and moving along to his pinky.

Both have the same effect on the boy squished in the middle who grins up at the flowers and moon, the stars and fireflies. His heart flutters like those leaves in the wind, cheeks an even deeper shade of red than the petals when bloomed.

For the rest of the ride through the park, the smallest finds his focus is on the feeling of their entwined fingers.

And no. Nothing in this world could ever hope to compare to that night, could ever hope to leave Luffy so helpless in so little time. 

The trees are far behind them as the carriage continues its rolling trek through the dark. Luffy’s twirling one of the buds he managed to catch, enjoying its soft, cool texture and sweet smell.

A wind curls past, powerful enough to knock his hat from his head. Sanji tucks closer on his left and Luffy curls into the contact like a purring cat. Thinking nothing of it until the blonde starts to tremble.

He frowns up at the aspiring chef, eyes bouncing from the red tipping his pale ears to the flush on his cheeks.

" You cold, babe?" Zoro beats him to it, speaking before Luffy has even finished his evaluation. The greenhead leans closer to both of them, his hand reaching over the smallest’s lap to touch Sanji’s thigh.

He takes the hand of his long term boyfriend, laying a consoling kiss on his knuckle," yeah. A bit," he admits with a sheepish smile into caramel skin," I’m always on you about shit like this. Should've gotten a jacket, huh?" He jokes lightly.

But Zoro doesn’t laugh and Luffy has to agree. In his initial plan- so far gone and fantastically perfect he can barely remember it- they would’ve been walking through the door of their dorm right now with his boyfriends swept off their feet. But instead they’re only just now turning back for home, Zoro and Sanji’s home.

Their home.

His head hurts as he searches for a solution, but he isn’t wearing a jacket either. Hell, he isn't even cold, bare arms and all.

Zoro begins shuffling a bunch and Luffy looks on as he yanks his red and black sweater over his head, revealing the pristine white short sleeve beneath. He holds it out without a word, gaze expectant.

" No," Sanji refuses immediately," you’ll get sick."

Luffy’s heart pounds at their doting. So cute.

Zoro rolls his eyes, but his smile gives it away," I’ll be fine," he almost says it like a promise. Considering Sanji’s responding pout, it probably is," you get cold easier than me," he tries again only to receive silence.

Zoro sighs to the sky, long and suffering. He then sits the bundle of fabric in his lap before those same hands come to rest low on Luffy’s hips.

" Mind if I move you, koibito?" He rumbles, making the boy shudder.

What the hell is a koibito? I wanna hear it again.

He shakes his head, not trusting his voice with the saliva pooling beneath his tongue. He does muster a squeal when Zoro unceremoniously picks him up. Lifting him up high enough to slide into his former spot, placing Luffy at the edge.

The ravenette had always thought he was a good weight, clearly Zoro doesn’t agree.

" There," he pulls them close on either side," now you two can keep me warm," and deposits the sweater fully into Sanji’s lap.

Now it’s his turn to sigh," you aren’t gonna give this up are you?" He’s muffled as he pops his head through the hole, hair completely ruined as a result.

Zoro watches him closely, like he’s making sure he puts it on right," nope," he answers shortly before a smirk pulls at lips," next plan was to pin ya down. Put it on by force."

Sanji barks a quick, sharp laugh, smoothing out the piece," since when do you dress me when I’m pinned down?" The sparkle in his crystal blue is mischievous.

Zoro’s green-gray sparks dangerously. It reminds Luffy of thunder clouds," well, I could warm you up that way, but," Luffy nearly jumps when those eyes land on him," I thought we were saving that for later."

Luffy flushes pink under his stare. What does that even mean? It had been in English this time and he’s still lost.

His blushing worsens when Sanji stares him down too. They almost look… hungry," fair enough," he relents with another laugh. Laying against Zoro as he seems to melt into the sweater," arigatō, Marimo," he whispers into his throat.

The wider combs thick fingers through silky gold," pas de problème, bouclés," he hums with something prideful in his eyes. Like he’s proud of himself for taking care of Sanji.

Luffy twists the little bud, feeling awful for eavesdropping on their moment. Zoro and Sanji learned phrases for each other, Luffy hasn’t even bothered to look up a couple of words.

Some boyfriend he is, no wonder he’s getting left behind.

But Zoro wraps an arm around him, drawing Luffy close to kiss the crown of his head. And he melts because of course he does. Zoro and Sanji are each other’s, he knows that now, but he’s still theirs and he’ll do his part to protect Zoro from the cold he put him in.

And if he catches a peek of Sanji tucking into the helm of Zoro’s sweater to breathe in his smell, then that’s just a special little moment for him only.

Likely one of the few he’ll ever get.

By the time they re-enter the city, the previous traffic is long gone as are most of the inhabitants. Though some do linger in the yellow of peering streetlights and the white glow of businesses hoping to draw in night owls.

Luffy on the other hand is barely conscious. The easy rocking of the carriage, the biting chill in the air, the warmth Zoro leaks from every pore. He drifts so constantly between dreaming and waking that it nearly gives him a headache. His boyfriend obsessively playing with his thick, unruly hair damn sure isn't helping, but Luffy would sooner give up a week’s worth of food than tell him to stop

At long last, the moving ceases as the mare tosses her mane, not any happier about the late night than Luffy is. Though at the moment he’s far too exhausted to wallow about everything that went wrong over the course of these 2 and a half hours. Which was literally everything .

All the youngest wants right now is to walk Zoro and Sanji back to their dorm. Maybe even crash on their bed if they don't dump him at the door. He hides a wheezing sob in the broad surface of Zoro’s shoulder at the latter option, not at all in the right state of mind to entertain possibilities like that.

But then again, there is no right state of mind to imagine losing them, no matter how real it could be.

The motion gets him a kiss pressed into his inky black bangs, nose against his scalp," I'm starving," his sigh a sleepy rumble," what you'd plan for dinner, Lu?"

The boy in question blinks slowly, very slowly," dinner?" He mumbles around a jaw breaking yawn, coiling lazy arms around the greenhead. The question takes several moments to truly sink in and even then it's the snarling of his own stomach that spurs him into action. He springs from Zoro’s side. Making even Sanji flinch on the opposite end of the seat. His eyes wide as he realizes," dinner! I completely forgot!"

Holy shit, he hadn't even thought about feeding them. At least he had known he’d forgotten to check the flowers!

A bitter ache wells up in his throat, so awful he nearly vomits what little’s left in his empty stomach. All those tears, every single drop they had kissed away or he had shoved deep down floods to the surface. A tidal wave of self-pity he could never hope to quell.

What kind of boyfriend are you?

" I’m so fucking useless ," the whimper bubbles out before he can help it, his lip quivers so hard it makes his burning cheeks tremble.

Luffy would bet money Zoro’s carriage ride hadn't been this fucking terrible. And he knows for a fact that Sanji wouldn't be caught dead planning a date this disastrous.

So, what the fuck is wrong with him?

Luffy barely feels it when Zoro surrounds him, though he really should cherish them while it lasts," oi," his calluses are rough, but his touch is feather soft, cupping both cheeks to gently guide honey brown to him," Luffy? What’s going on? Talk to us, baby," Luffy truly can't help looking up at the pet name.

The fuzzy, wavering blob that can only be Zoro is twisted toward him with his leg crossed and tucked oddly against his body. His lime brow is low, the pretty colors in his eyes dulled with worry.

Sanji sits close to his back, blue dark like the ocean depths as his gaze flits about Luffy’s face. There’s something like understanding in his eyes. A pitying, empathetic emotion.

Truthfully, Luffy wishes he could look away, wishes he weren’t drawn to their light like a moth. Wishes it didn't hurt so much to see them there, dressed in his favorite color. Indulging his stupid idea," Zoro ," a whining mewl in the back of his throat. His big eyes bouncing between their faces," ev-everything it… I-I… I ruined everything ," his sobs rush up to choke him when he attempts to breathe around them. He tries to bite his lip so it isn't quivering so damn hard. But most of all, he shuts his eyes.

Because he can’t . He can't bear to look at them. Not when every second that passes brings him closer to losing them. Not when he knows any moment could be his last.

Zoro’s whisper is a low, patient coo," how?" While his big fingers carefully wipe his tears away, with his lips so close Luffy can feel every breath.

He tips forward subconsciously. Can he even function without them?

" I-I…", he has to relive all of it, huh? He swallows past that sour lump," I didn’t g-get the right sake a-and there was traffic… and the sunset and the flowers and… an-and Sanji got co-ld and yo-you had to give himyoursweater-", Luffy can't breathe . Every helpless little noise has his chest pulsing with agony as darkness creeps into the edges of his vision," and… a-an-d."

Usopp and Nami were right. He had tried so hard and, in the end, it didn't matter. Luffy was lifetimes from catching up.

At this point, his only dream in this world was holding on to them, even if it was from miles back. Even if they’re never his, he wants to be theirs .

" And you and Sanji… y-you… you won’t want me because I… I’m bad and stupid and I can’t do anything right!" He wheezes through his own grief, gulping down mouthfuls of air to make the little spots disappear. His boyfriends- soon to be ex-boyfriends- are so completely obscured he can't see their faces, he can barely feel the carriage seat beneath his butt.

" Luffy," Zoro’s voice can barely pierce through the cotton in his ears.

Something brushes his hand. Something presses against his palm.

" Luffy," he tries again, tone harder, voice louder," I need you to breathe, baby. Can you breathe with me?" His hand moves up slowly, then down again. There’s a resounding thump seeping into his skin.

Is that Zoro’s heartbeat? His breathing?

Luffy tries to mock it, tries to be a good boyfriend at least once tonight. It feels like his throat’s closing, like he’s sucking air through a straw with one end squished, but he tries .

Goddammit, he tried so damn hard .

" There you go," Sanji?" Yeah, it's me," a new warm thing lays over his fingers," just like that, sweetheart."

" We’re right here, Luffy. We got you," Zoro’s rumbling voice buries into his skin. Luffy swears that was a promise.

Right?

" Promise?" He whines, high and desperate as his vision clears.

" We promise," they say it as one just as Luffy can finally see them again. His fingers are splayed across Zoro’s chest. His palm is completely hidden under the wide, tanned appendage that started all of this. Laying over the greenhead’s fingers is a slim hand with perfect, fair skin and they all sit right over Zoro’s heart.

" There you are," Sanji whispers, a smile in his voice. Luffy’s eyes jump to them.

" You had us worried, Lu," Zoro’s gaze is gentle for him, studying him. Sanji’s drifts across his face too, lingering on his lips.

Luffy licks them subconsciously as he blushes pink, he tastes blood. He must look an absolute mess. How does this night keep getting worse?

" I’m sorry I-", he pauses to wipe his face with his shirt. Trying to regain some semblance of his dignity, trying to be at least a little worthy of all their attention," I’m sorry I keep ruining everything," he ducks his head, staring down at Zoro’s lap.

" Watashi no taiyou," Zoro tucks a finger under his chin. Drawing his wide eyes up before leaning close to press their foreheads together," you didn’t ruin anything ," he stresses the word against the broken skin of Luffy’s lip. Even lays a delicate kiss on his wound," all you’ve done all day is try to make everything perfect. You were too lost in that to realize me and Sanji are just happy you're here . Fuck the sake and cherry blossoms and this Goddamn carriage ." 

" Honestly, Marimo," Sanji rolls his eyes, but the affectionate amusement shimmering in his ocean pools ruins it," no offense," he goes on to apologize to the driver. 

And his horse.

" No problem."

Luffy’s too taken by Zoro to even pretend to care about the driver and his feelings. Or his horse for that matter. Every time their lips brush his brain cuts out. Though Zoro is far too tender with him to cause any pain," I want you to make us a promise in return." 

" Anything," he hadn't meant to say that out loud, doesn't make it any less true.

" Promise me you know that," he breathes. The sheer earnestness of his every word nearly brings Luffy to tears all over again," yakusoku shite, Luffy, you have to."

He wants to, God, he wants to so bad. Everything would be so much easier, but the words get caught in his throat. His eyes find Sanji.

The blonde watches them with a gaze Luffy would have to be blind to mistake as anything other than terminally lovesick. He catches him staring and his features set even softer somehow," what are you looking at me for?" He chuckles, charming," I told you the same thing under those trees just with more…", Sanji makes an exaggerated face like he’s searching for the word. Luffy doubts that," tact," he decides eventually.

Zoro rolls his eyes, face deadpan," he means more complicated," the mock whisper, their easy banter, it makes Luffy giggle.

It makes him giddy because they're right there, aren’t they? They are here with him indulging his stupid idea while dressed in his favorite color.

Here fucking glowing at him all because he smiles when his laughter bubbles away.

Zoro pushes his nose harder against Luffy’s, kissing a little deeper at the smile on his lips," there it is," he rumbles, disgustingly fond.

A warmth pools in his cheeks and seeps into his heart as he squeals through another press of his mouth.

Does Zoro really love his smile that much?

And more importantly, how much of a fucking idiot is he to think these men- one of whom is literally kissing him breathless while the other sits in a daze just watching them- would ever turn him away just because of a few mistakes?

" I promise," he pants into Zoro’s open mouth. He leans to the side just enough to look at Sanji," and I won’t ever forget it again," because he had already known that, hadn't he? 

" Alright lovebirds, break it up," Sanji tugs Zoro back before he can make good on his whole-hearted plan to eat Luffy. Though the blonde dips heavy over his shoulder to steal a kiss of his own. 

Luffy damn near chases him, would have tackled them both if he wasn’t still recovering from Zoro. Who only needs a glance from Sanji before he’s turning to indulge him, taking his bottom lip into his mouth as they move together. That heat pools a little lower now at their beauty.

Sanji’s the one to draw back, leaning their foreheads together as he says, clear and low all at the same time," let’s go back to our dorm. I have an answer for those stomachs," he glances down to Luffy’s belly," and a few other things too," he winks at Zoro, but the youngest is the one who flushes red to his ears from his words.

Sanji detangles from Zoro to raise to his feet, stretching out until his back pops. Luffy hops up to follow, flexing his fingers in anticipation before Zoro rumbles," forgot how good you look in my clothes," the smallest barely catches himself as laughs fill his chest. Especially at the entirely unimpressed look Sanji shoots the greenhead over his shoulder. Who just grins shamelessly after another heavy once over.

Finally, after what feels like lifetimes, they leave the carriage and Luffy’s feet hit solid concrete once more. He spins around to wave wildly at the driver. Sanji’s hand low on his back guiding him forward just a smidge before he collides with another person on the sidewalk. It sends sparks through his shirt, electricity dancing up his spine.

" See ya!" He calls happily, moving backward slowly.

The driver scoffs," I hope not!" He barks back before clicking his mare’s reins. The dark horse pulls off into the even darker night at a quick, almost desperate pace.

The ravenette giggles as he twirls to face them, skipping between his boyfriends - fuck, he loves that word- with a frown tugging at his mouth before deciding," I like that guy," he was kind of a jerk, but Luffy was a jerk too.

" He’s an asshole," Zoro scoffs like he doesn't wanna think about him for a moment longer.

Slim hands push messy blonde from his forehead," you’re an asshole," Sanji retorts with an eye roll. Effectively cutting the man from the conversation.

Zoro starts to growl, but the sky one up’s him. Rumbling with thunder before a drop of water splashes against Luffy’s nose. He goes cross-eyed to look before another smacks him in the forehead, then his cheek.

The rude, lazy trickle builds into a steady pour, flooding from the sky in an impressive shower of warm, late summer rain.

He can feel their eyes, words forgotten as they silently worry over him. And so, Luffy smiles because how can he not? Two of the greatest people he’s ever known care enough to fret over him. It makes his heart ache in the best way as he looks to the pitch-black sky.

" You can’t tell it’s cloudy at night," he observes, sky water invading his mouth. He shakes out his hair uselessly, his shirt clinging heavy to his skin. He meets their gazes, green-gray and crystal blue. He thinks red might have some powerful competitors," race you!" He takes off before the words are even finished. Their eyes still glow behind his eyelids.

Zoro doesn't miss a beat," cheater!" And comes charging after him.

" You two really think you can beat me?!" Sanji goads, cocky as he joins.

Honestly, Luffy hadn't expected them to catch up as fast as they had. Figured his head start would give him at least a sliver of a chance. But their pounding footsteps are louder than the rain in his ears.

And, somehow, his heart pounds harder still.

The lock releases with a snap as Sanji pants," told you I’d win," with a proud ruffle to his shoulders that makes Luffy think of a peacock tail.

The blonde’s dark shoes leave a set of twin puddles in the hall as he disappears into their dorm. Zoro follows close behind, nearly back to chest with their boyfriend.

" You only won because the streets started winding," the tallest mutters, tossing his head to shake the water from his short hair. Sanji yelps as the droplets spray across the nape of his neck, shoulders hunching under Zoro’s sweater.

Luffy, who gladly follows behind them to escape the heavy chill of the building, doesn't need to see the greenhead’s face to guess how smug he must look. The wet slap of a skilled hand across a broad, glistening arm confirms it.

Luffy’s too entranced with watching the clear fluid ooze lazily from his shoes as they squelch with every step to actually look up.

" No, Marimo, you got lost. Streets don't move," his blue eyes are still rolling when he kneels into Luffy’s line of sight to untie his shoes. He peels the dripping things off with a grimace," loser puts the shoes in the bathroom," and tosses the pair at Zoro’s feet.

" I got second!" The greenhead barks, glaring," tell Luffy to do it!"

Honey-brown blink up at the mention of his name, distracted from shaking off the little bit of water clinging to his hat.

His grimace turns up to Zoro, unimpressed," it’s Luffy’s anniversary, have some class, you neanderthal," the blonde bites right back," and while you’re at it, be useful and put the shoes up."

Zoro’s mouth shifts like he wants to argue, but Sanji doesn't falter. Staring the taller down from below.

If Luffy watches close enough, he can see the exact moment faded green flicker. The instant Zoro loses," ugh, fine," he snarls, snatching the things from the floor with more force than necessary. 

Luffy hops out of his own pair, rocking onto the tips of his wet, socked toes to kiss the underside of his jaw," thanks, Oro," he muses into his skin. Zoro presses his nose against Luffy’s forehead, ire forgotten as he breathes him in.

The youngest giggles after him as he leaves, tingling with new found power.

" Come on, mon crevette," Sanji muses over his shoulder, moving into their tiny kitchen.

Luffy trails after him with a frown," what does that mean, Sanj?" He wonders aloud for once.

" Look it up," his blonde answers without missing a beat, like he had been waiting for this day. He bends over to rummage quietly through the cabinet. 

The graduate stares intently at the counter from his new spot in the bar chair, scratching his nails over it instead of drooling over how tight Sanji’s pants pull at the position. How… appealing he looks standing like that.

He resurfaces with a click, setting a skillet on the stove and a pot in the sink.

" I don’t know how to spell it," Luffy admits, hoping the rush of the faucet will hide the rasp in his throat.

Sanji chuckles, moving the pot back to the stovetop and placing some odd, platform thing with holes in it on the bottom," guess," voice light with affection. His hands tuck into the fridge for two bowls and a stick of mostly used butter.

" Can’t you just tell me? It’s my anniversary," he pulls his lips down, widening his eyes and fluttering his lashes in a way he hopes is cute. Sanji does cast a glance his way, the beautiful blue of his eyes softening along the edges.

" Yeah, Cook, it’s his anniversary," Zoro barks as he returns. Coming to his rescue with a wink," have some class ," he mocks, dropping down beside Luffy.

Sanji heaves a breath, shoulders bunching at the clear loss," fine," he relents, reluctant. He pops one of the bowls open, settling Luffy with a hard stare," but only this one. I’m not telling you my other nicknames," he pulls out a pair of shining stainless-steel tongs, pointing them threateningly at the youngest," deal?"

Luffy perks up, pout vanishing as he nods eagerly," deal!"

" Mon crevette means my shrimp," he pulls out a slab of steak with the use of the tongs, sitting it on a ceramic cutting board. He dabs a paper towel along the meat, the white staining red as it soaks up the excess moisture. 

" You… you call me a shrimp?" His shrimp, but Luffy frowns all the same. Frankly, that was the last thing he expected. No, he hadn't expected that at all," why?"

Sanji acknowledges the question with a hum as he tosses the soiled squares of paper away. He picks up the butter, hovering it over the pan," well, you're small," he starts, gliding a knife through the fat. The square hits the dark surface with a steady, low sizzle," and cute," he adds on a bit wistfully. The tongs grip the steak, plopping it into the melted butter.

He turns to Luffy then, dropping the metal grabber into the sink. The ravenette’s cheeks glow a warm color from the compliment, golden-brown drawn to the older man as he leans against the counter. Something wicked glimmers deep in those crystal depths, a smirk pulling at plush lips," and I wanna swallow you whole," he finishes in a low, rasping purr. 

That gentle licking of pink heat erupts in a flame of scarlet red, bleeding from his cheeks all the way up to his ear tips. He glances away from Sanji’s hungry gaze, but finding Zoro’s dark green watching them with rapt attention doesn't quell the knot coiling in his gut.

His fists ball up in his lap as his older boyfriend laughs, cooing at his embarrassment," you asked," he shrugs innocently, returning to his task. Zoro adds his own rumbling amusement to the small kitchen. Luffy sticks his tongue out at Sanji’s back, swallowing thickly around his budding arousal.

They’ve always brought a foreign heat to the core of his body, but never so much in one night. Luffy shifts in his seat, licking his dry lips. It fills him with an odd sense of anticipation, he just doesn't know what for.

He opens his mouth to ask Zoro a similar question because despite everything, he is still curious. And there is just a teeny, tiny chance he likes the feeling in his stomach, but then the steadily warming steak begins to steam. It wafts through the area, easily filling the entire dorm with a smell so fucking good it has drool flooding the space beneath Luffy’s tongue. His poor, confused belly whines with longing.

The quiet sounds of bubbling water play alongside the sizzle, keeping the silence away without a word. Sanji glances into the pot while grabbing the other bowl. He removes three white, triangular foods that Luffy vaguely recognizes and carefully adds them to cook.

Zoro enjoys the show, Sanji’s captivated audience as he glides around the space like he was born with a spatula in his hand and an apron around his waist.

Meanwhile, the smallest of them is little more than a helpless puddle of quiet moans and needy sighs, completely taken by the heavenly aromas of Sanji’s perfect cooking. But, finally, after years of wandering in a food-fog, the blonde plates the dishes.

The steak is presented to him with a click on the counter and a handsome," bon appétit!" With a bow," your favorite. Consider it my anniversary gift," holding out a fork and knife with a smile. Luffy’s brain gives out for a moment when presented with two things of such incredibly different beauty. In the end, he decides he can appreciate Sanji better on a full stomach and eagerly digs in.

Zoro’s given the second dish while Luffy’s knife glides through the meat, severing the flesh like a hot knife through Styrofoam. He pops it onto his tongue where he has a second of peace before his head is reeling back. Flavor blooms within his mouth, flooding his taste buds as the meat practically melts. Brown eyes flutter closed, moisture pooling behind them.

Nothing should ever be allowed to taste this good. Surely what Sanji’s doing to him is illegal somewhere, right?

He chews the food slowly, not wanting all of Sanji’s scolding this past year to go to waste. Especially not after this gift, savoring his food is the least Luffy can do for him. He swallows, sighing through his nose and sneaking a glance at his boyfriends between cuts.

Zoro has one of the rice triangles between his large fingers, delicately guiding it to Sanji's open mouth. The glimmer of his green-gray so lovesick Sanji doesn't even bother to feign irritation, merely accepting the bites with a soft smile of his own.

The sight they make takes his breath away. Everything in him is pulled toward them, led along by the sheer adoration seeping from their every pore as they gaze at each other. The feeling of his very soul swaying just for them.

Luffy knows in those moments he would give them anything . He’d carve out his own heart to keep them from starving, hollow out his bones to keep them safe.

And it scares him a little, scared of just how badly he wants- needs - everything they are, everything they have to give.

He wants disaster anniversaries and to race with them in the rain. He craves for their teases when he blushes or the tiny kisses when he’s cute. He longs for every smile they send his way. Dreams of the day they realize they can cry on his shoulder, that his chest is the perfect width for their faces as they scream away a long day. 

He wants it all, the good and the bad, with every fiber of his being.

And that shifts something inside of him, changes him forever as he seeks them out more than the air in his lungs. Than even the steak on his plate.

" Earth to Luffy!" He flinches back from the hand waving in front of his face. The aggressive response nearly has him tumbling off his stool, but that same huge hand tangles in his shirt. Luffy blinks as it steadies him," careful. You okay, Lu?" Zoro hums, but he doesn't seem all that concerned. Actually, both his and Sanji’s handsome faces are alight with so much amusement Luffy feels like he missed the joke.

" Hmm?" He frowns, brow furrowing.

" You didn’t finish your food," Sanji nods to the counter and Luffy’s gaze follows the motion. He finds the last third of his steak, abandoned on his plate. He stares at it for a long moment, had he been eating?

" Guess you saw something you liked more, huh?" Zoro teases when his silence persists, voice bone chillingly low.

Luffy shudders just a little, that persistent knot looping once more around itself. He stuffs a huge chunk of steak into his mouth, hoping to hide the scarlet of his cheeks.

" Easy, don’t choke," Sanji muses, actually sounding worried.

Zoro on the other hand snickers," not on that anyway."

" Would you shut up?" The future chef scolds, but a laugh bubbles cutely in his throat, shattering any authority. Luffy’s ears ache, burning hot at the filthy implication and Sanji’s adorable reaction," see? You're embarrassing him," a muffled smack as Zoro’s arm is swatted.

" I’m not embarrassed!" He squeaks around his last bite," it’s just… S-Sanji’s food is just really good! It makes me happy," he rushes to defend, turning up his nose to them.

" Whatever you say, sunshine," Zoro finally relents with a chuckle. Something smooth taps his knee and Luffy glances down to find the greenhead holding out a black box," my gift," Zoro answers the silent question.

He takes the little thing, timidly opening the box to reveal a pin resting on a velvet pillow. A bright flame of orange, red, and yellow burns brilliantly behind a red and yellow hard hat. He brushes his finger over the metal, following the raised white outline of the inferno. His eyes sparkling with wonder.

" For our future firefighter," his younger boyfriend explains," it goes on your hat."

Luffy gasps through his nose, rushing to take off the straw thing, now fully dry. He’s about to do it himself, but he pauses and turns fully to Zoro. He holds out his treasure to his treasure," put it on for me?" He chirps, blinking big eyes up at him.

A splash of heat stains the bridge of Zoro’s nose pink, but he nods all the same.

Carefully, he takes the accessory into his lap and then the pin. He separates the red sash from the straw body and slides the needle of the pin through it. Luffy’s in awe of just how good his hat looks in Zoro’s hands. Of how his fingers dance along the woven fibers like a thin glass, like they’d shatter if he breathed too hard.

 With a twist and a once over, he’s giving it back. Zoro’s fingers brush over Luffy’s scalp as he returns the hat to its proper place. Goosebumps erupt over the skin, sending a wave of euphoria down Luffy’s spine," there," he whispers. Drawing back. He flashes the youngest a smile, little and helpless," perfect."

" It looks great," Sanji sighs the complement, tone wistful and fond.

Luffy looks between them, basking in the warm silence that fills the air. His honey-brown eyes glaze over, misting as he sinks his teeth into his lip. The longer he stares at them, the harder it is to keep the floodgates shut.

The blue eyed man sighs once more, somehow even fonder than before. Sanji glides around the counter to wrap his arms around Luffy. He towers above him, leaning down to gently knock off his hat and take its place. His nose buried into his hair," what is it, mon cher?" 

" Why are you crying?" Zoro finishes, cradling Luffy’s smaller hands in his bigger ones, thumb tracing the ridges of his knuckles.

" They aren’t bad tears, I just…", he assures with a wet sniff. He chokes on a laugh. Fuck, he’s been so ridiculous all day ," I just really love you two. I know the date was bad, but I wanted to show you that. Usopp and Nami said, if I didn’t go all out, you wouldn’t know."

Sanji’s chin digs gently into his scalp as he shares a look with Zoro. He’s glad his green-gray are just as enamored with this boy as Sanji’s own blue.

" It was pretty bad," Zoro admits, tone reminiscent as if it hadn't just happened an hour ago," but we don’t need all that flashy stuff anyway."

" Yeah?" Luffy whispers, hopeful.

Hadn't that been what he said that week ago? It feels like years have passed between then and now.

" Mhm," Sanji squeezes at him and Luffy has to swallow a moan at the feeling. The culinary student isn’t as solid as Zoro, but the firm press of his lean muscles nearly has Luffy drooling," we know you love us. And we love you, too."

Goddamn, if Luffy had been drooling before he’s falling to pieces now. He turns his face to nuzzle into Sanji’s neck, beaming into his snow-white skin in a mess of elated giggles and purring bliss. He starts to vibrate in the wake of the confession, fingertips tingling.

There’s always a moment where Luffy thinks they can’t make him any happier, that he’s reached his capacity for joy, but they always amaze him.

He hopes, no matter how long they’re together, that they never stop," I’m glad I could catch up," he muses, suddenly exhausted as his elation ebbs away into a steady pulse of content. It doesn't help that Sanji’s really warm, and he smells so good.

Zoro squeezes his hands, effectively drawing his gaze," catch up?" His voice is sweet when he quirks his brow. Sharing a look with Sanji over Luffy’s head.

" Yeah," he squishes his cheek against Sanji’s collar bone. His smile for Zoro is lazy," since you and Sanji were already together for so long, Nami and Usopp said I’d have to catch up."

His green brow twitches, eyes sparking with something dangerous before he shuts them and heaves a breath through his teeth. His jaw is tight, like he’s caging something down, but when he brings Luffy’s hands to his lips as he leans forward. The kiss is gentle," fuck that," a complete contrast to the snarl he bites out," this isn't a competition . We want you here with us and that’s all there is to it," he looks at Luffy past the hills and valleys of his fingers. There’s a pleading to his gaze, like he’s begging him to get it.

" Okay," Luffy squeezes his hands back. Nodding along," I understand."

Because he does, it may have taken an entire night’s worth of kisses and promises and reassurance, but he does.

He feels Zoro smile into his skin even if he can’t see it. Sanji breathes him in," good," he nods into the nest of ink, giving Luffy one last hug before releasing him. Much to the younger's immediate displeasure. Zoro snickers at him when he pouts because they don't love him after all. Not really," now, let’s go change, gotta get these wet clothes in the washer."

Sanji moves toward the living room. Zoro doesn't have to reach out for him, Sanji pauses all the same as blue and green meet. Something silent passes between them. The only evidence of their conversation is the way Zoro’s head tilts ever so toward Luffy, the way Sanji blinks.

Zoro turns to him then, honoring Luffy with his full attention. His eyes are unbelievably dark, stormy with something heavy, but glimmering in the clouds like a lighting strike is something patient and gentle. Something in love that makes Luffy feel safe, safer than anything," you wanna shower with us, Luffy?"

Even Luffy isn't dumb enough to miss the unasked question," really?" He tries to quell his excitement, he really does, but his heart is already racing. His exhaustion is already forgotten. 

" You’ve had a lot of firsts tonight," Sanji reasons, glancing over his shoulder at him. His blue depths are darker than the deepest sea, more endless than it too," may as well add one more," he winks, charming.

Luffy’s out of his stool in an instant, dashing past Sanji and towards their bathroom.

Distantly, he can hear the older boys laughing at him and the noise warms him to his bone marrow.

He wants to hear them forever, even if it means a thousand more disaster one-year anniversaries because, well, that would mean a thousand more years by their sides, wouldn’t it?

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Luffy rocks from the tips of his toes to his heels, watching as both emerge from the heavenly smelling kitchen.

Zoro’s already tugging his oddly wrinkled white shirt over his head. Still damp from the rain. His powerful arms flex slightly as he flings it toward their hamper, actually making the shot. Luffy ogles his muscles, admiring the casual air of the action.

" Zoro has something against shirts," Sanji explains. Startling Luffy from his daze. The blonde had arrived at his side at some point. Knowing blue gazing down at him, pretty mouth smirking," if we don’t have company, he’s usually like this."

" That a problem?" The man in question snarks, strolling over to them with all the confidence in the world. Zoro carries himself like he knows he was sculpted by the heavens above. Like he knows everyone is looking," never heard you complain about it before."

Sanji’s quick to raise both hands, surrendering to the simple truth as he admires the warm color of Zoro’s taut skin.

The greenhead rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling for Sanji as he stops before Luffy. One hand settles low on the younger’s slim hips. The other traces the rough rim of his straw hat," what do you wanna do with your hat, sunshine?" He rumbles, looking down at him.

Luffy feels tiny under his gaze as he melts at the nickname. He’s too shy to hold that stare. That dark, predatory stare," I just want it somewhere safe," he whispers, already breathless.

His calloused fingers trail away from the accessory and down Luffy’s cheek," I can hang it up with my swords," he suggests, leaning in closer, forcing the teen to meet his gaze.

Luffy swallows hard. His green-gray is like a stormy sky, electric and impending. His lip quivers as Zoro’s breath fans across his mouth," okay."

The larger openly, shamelessly stares at his lips, still kiss swollen from their long night," okay," he repeats eventually. Only then does he gently remove Luffy’s hat and its attached string. 

He moves behind Luffy to the wall Sanji’s desk is sat against. Three beautifully decorated swords bridge peacefully between a triple set of two hooks. The thin string is sat on the sharp curve.

Sanji drapes himself across Luffy’s back, slimmer arms snug around his waist. He kisses at the crown of his head, wondering into his hair," you’re a virgin, right?" Luffy swallows, falling hard into him and nodding. Sanji gives him a squeeze, warm and reassuring," me and Zoro will only go as far as you want and we’ll stop at any point you say," a candy-pink licks at Luffy’s cheeks. Anticipation welling in his gut," you know that, don't you?"

There’s a low seriousness to his words that has Luffy awkwardly craning his head up to meet those all-consuming blue eyes," I know. I trust you two," he assures just as firmly in return. Even grinning for the blonde.

Sanji pigeon-coos at him. His lips pull in a way that seems subconscious, like he just can’t help but mirror Luffy.

The teen hopes that’s the case. Hopes that simply seeing him happy can brighten Sanji’s mood. He knows damn well just hearing someone say their names can make him blush.

He kisses his nose tip," good," before something mischievous ignites in his expression, musing," you could even just watch us fuck. If you want."

It could be the image- blurry and unclear from his ignorance- of Zoro and Sanji having sex. It could purely be such a filthy word falling from Sanji’s delicate lips.

Regardless, Luffy moans aloud. Low and primal like the heat boiling in his gut. Already so desperate for something he doesn’t truly understand.

Sanji chuckles at his reaction, lips pressing against his earlobe. Luffy flares red, pouting hard up at him.

Zoro comes back to them, taking a moment to lean past Luffy’s cheek to kiss Sanji. The tender, wet noise of their make-out is directly beside his ear, leaving him squirming while the blonde melts for their wide boyfriend.

A quiet pop as they pull away and a lingering once over from Zoro before he says," we still showerin’?"

" Yeah, we should, just in case Lu wants to go all the way," Sanji reasons, chin pressing into his scalp.

The boy in question whines, thinking of their perfect figures dripping wet and shower pink. Of their bare, hot skin pressing into him. He hides his shyness in the palms of his hands and his pants feel tighter.

" Hush," Sanji shushes fondly, squeezing him," you have to be clean for this kind of stuff."

Luffy doesn’t fully get what he means by that, but he mutters," okay," all the same. He trusts them after all. Even if this whole thing is embarrassing.

Zoro leads the way to their tiny bathroom with practiced ease. He draws the curtain back with a scraping sound before reaching for the handles.

Luffy doubts, as Sanji gently kicks the door shut, that their tub is big enough to be sat in. Even he couldn’t properly stretch out in the ceramic basin. Notably, the greenhead doesn’t activate the water. The showerhead simply drips as the pipes are redirected from the faucet to it.

In the corner of Luffy’s eye is the mirror above their sink. In that mirror, Sanji is tugging Zoro’s black and red sweater off. Ruining his soft hair and causing his two-toned red shirt to ride up his stomach. The area is smooth, skin oscillated from the hard abs underneath.

Luffy tilts his head just a little more for a better look, hoping to perv without them knowing.

Have I always had a thing for chests? He had never noticed it before. 

Though, Luffy had never noticed anyone before them.

Clearly his tastes were picky, no one else had ever been worth seeing. Not like the two flawless men that had stolen his breath and heart in less than a year’s time.

Zoro touches his waist from behind, making the boy jump, eyes snapping to him. His boyfriend’s sharp green-gray had already followed his gaze though. A familiar sort of darkness clouds over his stormy skies. Comfortable in a way that only allows Luffy a glimpse of just how many times they’ve done this over their years together.

They have his heart, but he can’t fast forward time. Can’t do anything but hope that one day when Zoro looks back at him, that comfort won’t fade away into something budding and fragile.

He tucks his thumb under the lip of his patchwork shirt," can I take this off?" His hum patient, tone void of the dark hunger in his eyes. The younger one nods, Zoro doesn’t move," words, Luffy."

The recent graduate pouts, hoping his puppy eyes can sway his boyfriend. 

Zoro only laughs, musing a simple," cute," as he holds his ground.

" Yes," Luffy mumbles at last. Glancing away," you… you can take my shirt off."

Warm hands slip between the gap of fabric and skin, tickling his sides and pulling the shirt over his head. Luffy’s eyes are drawn to the mirror again, though he isn’t bold enough to watch Zoro ogle his freshly exposed skin.

Sanji comes around to his front," how about your pants?"

" Yes," the youngest croaks.

It’s not fair that they keep asking for everything. That they somehow expect him to speak when they’re surrounding him.

His leggings stretch when Sanji pulls, following easily as they’re tugged lower and lower. The blonde drops to the ground with them.

Luffy hides a whimper behind his teeth. The sight Sanji makes looking up at him. Blue glowing behind dark lashes.

Fuck.  

He’s gonna dream of that expression, isn’t he?

Sanji hums," Zoro," with no further explanation.

Muscular arms slink around his waist," on it," he responds just as simply. 

Luffy squeaks as his feet leave the tile, held there so Sanji can properly remove his pants and chuck them to the door.

He’s sat back down with cherry-red cheeks and a half-hard dick.

" That’s better," Sanji purrs, leaning forward to brush his soft skin against the shallow tent in Luffy’s boxers.

" S-Sanji!" His hands flying to his blonde locks. Mouth open at the wonderful friction. Just enough to make his knees weak.

Zoro presses lazy, wet kisses along the back of his neck. Fingers playing with his underwear," so much better."

Sanji comes up slowly. Taking the time to press his lips to the skin of Luffy’s torso. Admiring the faint lines of the muscles he’s been working to build.

Zoro presses firmer up against his spine. The hot planes of his strength mock Luffy’s as does the daunting bulge nuzzling his lower back.

His panting is such a harsh sound in the quiet bathroom, but he can’t bring himself to care. Every nerve in his body is buzzing, alight from their lustful attention.

His lids flutter closed, moaning while his back arches. Pushing his chest harder against Sanji and exposing his shoulders more for Zoro.

Both of his boyfriends make some noise of appreciation. A sigh from the blonde and a growling sound from the greenhead.

When Zoro nips at the connection between his shoulder and neck. Luffy goes to grab Sanji, only for his digits to tangle in buttons and thread.

His trance is shattered as he glare-pouts at the red roses," Sanji, " he whines. Brattier than he wants to admit," take it off."

" Couldn’t have said it better myself," Zoro agrees instantly, mouth still full of Luffy’s flesh.

Sanji straightens fully and draws back. He gives them a once over, pupils dilating a little wider," then do it yourself," he bites to Zoro. Who pulls off Luffy to match his stare.

Truthfully, the teen is a little too far gone to properly register any of what’s going on. All he knows is Zoro’s hands- his big, rough, perfect hands- are on him one moment and detaching the next.

No no no, Luffy’s brain rings in alarm, a chill rushing up his spine. Where is he going? Zoro, don't leave me.

His lip quivers as he whimpers, sharp and pitiful. 

Please don't leave me.

" Easy, sweetheart," Luffy melts like ice cream when Sanji indulges him in a few pecks. His mouth is better than heaven on Luffy’s lips.

" We aren't going anywhere," Zoro promises, fingers digging just right into his hip.

" You wanna see us naked," it sounds like Sanji’s reminding him of something he hasn’t said yet. His tacked on," don't you?" Is a weak attempt to spare Luffy some of his dignity.

His brain lags for a beat. A molten feeling flooded under his skin. His eyes glittering dreamily at the mere thought.

He’s never seen them completely bare. There’s always a pesky pair of boxers or briefs to shield their most private areas. He’s imagined it, of course. Late at night with their names on his lips and his hand under his sheets.

" Please," he mewls rather pathetically. Soiling Sanji’s efforts.

Sanji chuckles, low and smokey and right beside his ear," then watch, baby."

Luffy still shivers for a moment when they part from him. He leans back into the wall that the shower sits on. Desperate for the support as they stare at each other.

Zoro smiles just a little bigger, purely because he’s looking at Sanji. The blonde fairs no better, moving to him thoughtlessly so he can cup his cheek.

Thick, tan fingers wedge between a red belt and black pants, drawing the fairer man closer until their noses brush and their lips can meet.

The tenderness of it all takes Luffy’s breath away. Chest constricting as they begin an easy, almost lazy dance of teeth and tongue. Zoro turns Sanji, pressing his pelvis against the counter. His hands moved to the smooth surface, caging the slighter in and long legs spread happily for him.

Luffy, blush pink and timid, adjusts himself for a better view. He takes a much needed seat on the toilet lid, fingers splayed over his own thighs.

The buckle clicks before shiny leather slides between the loops with a hiss. It’s tossed by the door with the rest of their clothes. Black fabric droops enticingly without the support, riding lower as Zoro lifts him so his ass can sit on the countertop.

Sanji picks his hips up while their boyfriend pulls at the pant’s ankles, they join the pile. The blonde’s eyelids are heavy over smoldering blue while he shudders on the cold, glossy stone.

Zoro kisses him still, undoing the first few buttons of his shirt before shoving his hot hands under it to force it over his head. Subconsciously, his mouth is drawn to newly revealed shoulders and up his collar bones.

He mouths at nearly flawless porcelain, taking the time to kiss the old, fading marks he absolutely caused. The blonde’s chest isn’t nearly as defined as Zoro’s, but there’s an undeniable power to his lean build. A quiet strength that pairs beautifully with Zoro’s overt bulk.

" Zoro," Sanji breathes, carding slender hands through short green. He throws his head back, silky gold falling in waves around his face when said student finally latches on. Groaning to the ceiling as his gray briefs tighten noticeably," just like that, mon coeur."

Something like jealousy stirs in his gut, even if he can’t tell of whom. It’s a weak feeling anyway, washed away by a wave of lust when Zoro sinks his teeth into Sanji’s throat. The oldest male cries out, low and throaty as his hips buck instinctively.

Zoro allows it, pressing his body hard into their Sanji, giving his desperate cock some friction while lapping at newly red skin. The culinary student’s chest heaves, turning his head to press his nose into choppy green, clawing weakly at his broad back.

Sanji just breathes Zoro in for a little while, grinding and scratching. It reminds Luffy of the carriage. Sanji must have some kind of scent thing, like Luffy’s chest thing.

Would he react like that to my smell?

The rotation of his hips fizzles away into nothing more than a shudder," switch," right into Zoro’s ear in a puff of breath.

He hooks one of his legs around the greenhead’s tapered waist, pressing his other foot flat against the cabinet doors of their sink. Their twirl is graceful with Zoro falling into place so easily that Luffy wonders how many times Sanji has done that little move.

The wider man leans back, leveling Sanji with a seductive smolder framed by lime lashes. So dark and alluring, like something forbidden. Something unattainable, something dangerous. 

Luffy can’t even swallow when he looks at him, but there’s no hesitation when Sanji dives in. Claiming the sacred jewel of Zoro’s complete and utter submission while lithe digits effortlessly undo the button holding his pants together.

Zoro shimmies his hips until they slide off. Sanji peppers kisses across the underside of his jaw that he leans into like a kitten. Stormy green-gray falling shut.

Their little ravenette hasn’t been touched in what’s felt like hours, yet he still feels like the most wrecked person in this damn bathroom.

Sanji’s skilled fingers trace the grooves carved alongside the planes of Zoro’s hard muscles. He smirks at the little goosebumps he triggers, gently kissing them away as his hand finally halts to tease the lip of Zoro’s black briefs.

" What’re you thinking?" He hums into the breath heavy silence, nose pecking a warm pink nipple.

Zoro rumbles in anticipation. Big hands completely covering Sanji’s slim waist," figured you’d clean him out. Show ‘em how it works." 

Luffy’s nails pinch harshly into his thighs. Shaking with the effort to quiet his whimpers. It fails miserably.

Zoro chuckles at his misery, glancing over to him. Stunning the smallest with only a look as he admits to Sanji," you’re better at it."

" You’re gonna make me cum, Marimo. Saying shit like that," he teases hotly across his nipple before taking the bud into his mouth.

A sharp breath through his teeth, back arching to press his pecs into Sanji’s face," shut it," he huffs. Giving Luffy a perfect angle to see the pleasure pool in his gaze. Cheeks darkening.

Sanji nuzzles as best he can into the mounds of plump muscle. The erection trapped in his underwear twitches as a little wet spot spreads.

He takes pity on the rock-hard nub, absently- almost devotedly- tracing the imposing outline of Zoro in his briefs.

He stops, blinks once, then he grins. A wicked, filthy thing across such a beautiful mouth," you wanna do the honors, jolie chose?" He muses casually, tilting his head at Luffy.

Even sitting there’s a beat where the teen fears he’ll fall down to the tile and shatter the impossible illusion of the two of them. A vision so ethereal Luffy had forgotten how hard he was.

At least until his dick jumped so high it might tear his goddamn boxers. His belly is molten lava as it coils another knot. His mouth is dry when he croaks," yes," with more conviction than the night he was handed his diploma .

Sanji does laugh at him as he steps, but it doesn’t feel mean somehow, the sound is simply too melodic. The gaping hole between him and Zoro is both too big and too small at the same time when Luffy finds the strength to stand on wobbling knees.

He stumbles to them, into them. Has to be caught by his chef, who eases him into the space, met with a face full of Zoro’s tan muscles.

The heat radiating from his flesh is intoxicating, Sanji’s hands on his hips are barely enough to ground him as his own shaking ones hover awkwardly in what little air separates them.

" Come on, I don’t bite," Zoro encourages warmly, before licking over his teeth," not unless you want me too."

Luffy doesn’t doubt him. Sanji's pretty white skin is covered in enough fading red rings for the both of them. He’s sure Zoro’s hunger is insatiable enough to be split.

Finally, there’s fabric between his fingers and he yanks before he can second guess himself. Zoro hisses as the elastic band catches on the swell of his cock before pooling around his feet.

Truthfully, it’s a miracle Luffy doesn’t crumple like wet paper at the mere sight of it.

Zoro’s dick is almost the same caramel as the rest of him, instead it’s a touch paler from a lack of sunlight. The shaft of it is thick, so thick it hangs against his thighs despite clearly being hard, nestled in a bed of soft green pubes.

Luffy had adamantly refused to speculate on the size of Zoro’s penis. No amount of drooping sweats and tight underwear and spread legs could deter him from his mission. He needed some semblance of sanity after all. Something, anything , to hold onto after these men strutted into his life and melted his- admittedly lackluster- brain.

The flared head of it pearls gorgeously. The droplet of slick clinging in the open air. Luffy’s tongue feels heavy all of a sudden.

" Marimo loves being looked at," Sanji explains simply. Draping himself all over the smaller," stare any longer and he might not last," he teases into his ear after. Kissing along the shell.

" Shut up ," Zoro snarls lowly, but his tone is rough and heady. Leaning more desperately into the counter as his cock manages to swell further.

Luffy heaves a shaky breath, trembling as he realizes he affects them just as much. Is this what it feels like to be drunk? Because he could drown in this feeling.

Timidly, he reaches out to touch. The tips of his fingers look so small and slim compared to the monster before him.

Zoro rumbles when he traces a vein. The heat of his penis sinking into his palm when he gets a proper grip.

" Oh fuck, baby," he groans, gripping the edge of the stone while his thighs begin to quake.

" My pretty boys," Sanji praises directly into his brain. Licking lazily at the sensitive skin of his inner ear.

Luffy whines, tipping his head into it, grip tightening subconsciously. Zoro puffs out a harsh breath, throbbing between his fingers that move up to the weeping head.

He plays carefully with it, admiring the dribbling slit and blush red color. He swipes his thumb, collecting the sticky stuff to soften his hold while saliva pools under his tongue. He doesn’t know much about sex, but he can do this, has done this.

" Luffy," the sound of Zoro moaning his name is gonna haunt him for the rest of his life. That rich baritone so thick with bliss and all from him. He bites his lips, grinning with satisfaction," you’re so damn good at that, koibito."

" I’ve never thought to ask," Sanji squeezes his hip, idly slipping a few fingers past the seam of his underwear," do you touch yourself, mon douche?" Soft lips trailing over his neck and shoulders. The kisses laid across his skin are so sweet and filthy all at the same time.

Luffy swallows thickly. Ears warming from more than the ghosts of Sanji’s mouth," yeah," he admits shyly, twisting his wrist to distract himself. Zoro jerks at the sudden motion, cursing again," I um…", he shifts his feet, sucking on his swollen lip. Whispering at last," I didn't really do it much before… before I met you two."

It’s the honest answer, he can't lie to them after all. He just wishes the truth wasn’t so embarrassing. 

" Holy shit," Zoro’s gasp is awed.

" That…", Sanji’s voice fades like he can't believe it," is so fucking hot," he decides, nuzzling hard into the nape of his neck.

Their cocks only emphasize their approval. Sanji’s hips dig harder into the exposed small of his back while Zoro’s spills pre-cum over his fingers.

Luffy’s own aches so bad it might kill him. Something primal- possessive, proud, hungry - floods his veins. Just a few pretty words had impacted them so much. 

He had impacted them so much, just him. 

Only him.

" Do you think about us?" Zoro asks this time, voice thick like syrup and all but demanding Luffy’s eyes.

He meets the older’s gaze for the first time in a while. Inky black has swallowed most of his pretty green-gray, twinkling in the bathroom’s lights. There’s a flush over his nose and across the tops of his cheeks while he shifts his focus from Luffy’s hand to Sanji’s mouth against his skin to Luffy’s lips and back again. Like he just can't decide which is hotter.

Luffy, breathless under his steely appreciation, whimpers," yes."

Sanji’s hands grip his hips," tell us how," the blonde demands into his collar bone, squeezing him.

Luffy shuts his eyes, too embarrassed to even glimpse at them, shaking his head," it’s stupid," he mutters.

The smallest would die a happy man if his fantasies about them were buried with him. The things that pushed him over the edge more nights than he can even remember or want to admit.

Sanji kisses his burning cheeks, promising," it’s just me and Zoro. You don’t have to be shy with us, baby boy," he peppers them across his jaw and down his neck," come on. Tell us."

Zoro takes his chin, pressing tender kisses to his lips," look at me, Lu."

Reluctantly, he does, barely peeking his eyes open to meet the other’s intense stare. Zoro’s gaze is sweeping over his face, cock pulsating in Luffy’s stilled grip. Clearly adoring the sight of him so timid.

" He wasn’t asking, baby," it should be illegal for his voice to dip so low, so rough with arousal. 

The contrast of Zoro and Sanji. So much care and teasing at the same time, he’s starting to get whiplash. 

Why do they have to be so fucking hot?

It feels like the world itself pauses as Luffy’s lip starts to quiver, tears pricking in his eyes. Zoro and Sanji are waiting on him, prodding boundaries, giving him a chance to back out.

But he doesn’t want to. He wants to be good for them so bad, wants to give them anything they ask of him.

" I-I just…", he swallows around the lump in his throat," i-t wasn’t anything s-sexual. I…", his heart pounding. He forces a deep breath through his tightening lungs. 

Shit, why is this so hard?

" I… I would th-think about touching your shoulders, Zo. About you like… holding my arms and kissing me really hard against a wall or something. And," Luffy squirms, closing his eyes again. And they let him," and I would dream about your hands, Sanj. About them touching my thighs and stuff and you’d k-kiss my knuckles," the blood rushing to his head might just make him faint.

He wishes he didn’t sound like such a virgin . Here he is, squished between two fucking sex Gods when just a week ago he was cumming to shit that wasn’t even sexy.

Soiling his sheets and fingers reminiscing about the way Sanji had looked at him the night after his graduation. His blue starry like night skies and glossy with affection just for him. Or Zoro throwing an arm over his shoulder and pulling him into his heavy, hot body. The smell of his cologne, the musk of his skin.

He wishes even now those very same thoughts didn’t have him throbbing . A noticeable damp spot staining his boxers.

They’re silent for a few moments and he squeezes his lids tighter, biting his tongue.

" You’re just perfect, aren’t you?" Sanji whispers at long last. It almost sounds like a prayer. Like he’s worshipping Luffy. 

" Baby, do you have any idea how Goddamn cute that is?" Zoro grinds up into his fingers, cupping his cheek to brush off the dampness on his lashes.

Luffy looks at him, a few more tears spilling that he kisses away. He thought pathetic fit him better, but he isn’t strong enough to argue with them.

" Makes me feel bad," he admits, smirking into his skin," all I dreamed about was having you on your knees," he teases with a chuckle. Grinning when Luffy whines.

Sanji clicks his tongue and Zoro flinches back from Luffy. Slamming into the counter with a choking moan," you don't have to say everything you think ," the future chef bites out, sharp with warning.

Luffy watches, wide-eyed and helpless, as Sanji’s slim fingers pinch Zoro’s tip. He’s unrelenting, even as Zoro desperately tries to escape his grip.

" Sorry! Fuck, Sanji ," he sobs, thowing his head back," please! I’m sorry. Please, babe."

Only after does he end Zoro’s torture. He heaves, shaking even as pre-cum spills down Luffy’s fingers. His dick is red and sticky now. The younger strokes down the shaft and the other thrusts instantly. Undeniably aroused by the painful onslaught.

To think Sanji can be so ruthless and to his Zoro of all people. Luffy’ll take extra special care to be good for him from now on, even if the idea of being the receiver of his punishments does something horrible to his stomach.

" What Marimo meant to say," Sanji scoffs, carelessly wiping Zoro’s mess onto his thighs," is that we’ll do our best to live up to your fantasies," he noses at Luffy's jaw. Laying a sweet kiss on the corner of his mouth," we wanna make this everything you’ve dreamed of."

Luffy whimpers, heart skipping a beat at the devotion bleeding from his every word. He admits softly," this is already better than my dreams."

The slide over Zoro’s taut dick is silky smooth. Luffy pulses his grip, especially around the sensitive head. The ridges of his fingers catching on swollen veins, pulling the most delicious noises out of the massage therapy student. His rumbling moans fill the bathroom so nicely, a beautiful symphony as Sanji litters his skin in hickeys.

Zoro curses softly," he’s really close," the blonde hums matter-of-factly, teeth carefully grazing over his shoulders.

Luffy drops Zoro’s penis like it burned him. The bigger huffs his disappointment, but as much as the ravenette would love to make him cum. He wants this to last even more.

He grips the lipped edges of the counter top, hips gyrating the open air like some horny mutt as his hazy eyes blink open. 

Luffy licks his lips, watching dewdrops of slick drip down that gorgeously thick shaft. His fingers twitch, glistening. Timidly, he brings them to his mouth, licking the sticky fluid with just the tip of his tongue.

The flavor is so salty and musky and masculine and Zoro . Luffy whimpers as he sucks his fingers desperately, lashes fluttering as he tastes his boyfriend.

" You’re gonna fucking kill me , baby," Zoro complains in the tone of a starving man.

Luffy can feel Sanji smirk into his skin," Zoro," he calls, voice odd. The youngest looks through the mirror, watching the eldest stare down their boyfriend. It’s predatory and his words are firm," cum for me."

And he does.

Zoro curls into himself. A low, long noise between a groan and whine squeezing out of his throat while his dick, as if under a spell, twitches once, twice. And the floodgates open, a milky geyser pumps from his tip, globbing and hitting the tiled floor.

The last of it pools enticingly along his slit, collecting there as his cock goes flaccid. Flopping heavily against his tan thighs.

He throws an arm over his eyes, damn near gasping for breath, flushed pink from exertion.

Sanji coos at him, proud and fond all at once," that’s my good boy."

Luffy hasn’t managed to pick his jaw up off the floor yet. Stunned stupid with a dry throat," h-how…", and he can barely even croak that.

Sanji snickers, radiating smugness even as one hand abandons Luffy to oh-so lovingly pet Zoro’s thigh," of course I have Zoro trained," a groan from the man in question," someone has to keep him in check. Right, amour?"

Luffy sees them behind his eyes when he blinks, struggling to imagine what exactly Sanji’s "training" might have looked like. Maybe he brought Zoro to the edge again and again only to stop short. Torturing the poor man until he could barely stand it and then with his voice as the only stimulation, he made Zoro cum.

What would he have done if he didn’t? Or worse, if Zoro came too soon?

Sanji’s so smitten with the bigger man, Luffy hadn't thought he was capable of punishing him, but that pinch earlier.

How far does he go? What does he do ?

Fuck, Luffy’s brain is too goddamn small for all these filthy fantasies.

He’ll have to start making them real. That’s the only way to get rid of them, right?

Sanji calls to Zoro in a honeyed tone," mon cher, are you ready?" 

Zoro takes a deep breath before dropping his arm and rolling his shoulders. His green irises are no less desire glazed.

And he’s looking right at Luffy.

" Yeah," he rasps, stepping from the pool of ink with ease. Tossing his underwear to the corner with his toe. All the while, he holds doe-brown like a bear trap. Luffy couldn’t look away if he tried," is it my turn now?"

His little whine is subconscious. The whimperings of a bunny cornered by the wolf. Self-preservation has him leaning back into Sanji, lust is making his dick jump toward Zoro.

The greenhead smirks, smug," ‘s cute when you get all scared, baby," his big hand brushes over the tent in his boxers. Teasing the wine-red stain on the ruby fabric. His hips buck into the feeling, throwing his head back against Sanji’s collar bones.

" Greedy, Marimo," said blonde scolds. Fingers massaging the youngest’s sides, tracing the bumps of his ribs," what if I want a turn?"

" You’ll have yours when you prep him," Zoro’s already taken the elastic between the fingers not working to expand the embarrassing puddle. But he does look at Sanji," let me show you how good I can make him feel."

The blonde shudders under his gaze, erection twitching against Luffy’s back. Heavy blue drops to him, a suffocating pressure," well, when you put it that way…", his fingers trail with his words, splaying over Luffy’s racing heart," I guess I don't mind."

Ravenous green-gray return, this time lingering much lower. Luffy hates how much harder he leaks the moment he has Zoro’s attention again," Lu, can I take your underwear off?"

The teen sucks on his bottom lip, hoping to ease the desert sands bathing his taste buds," y-yeah," he puffs, as apprehensive as he is excited. He wants to know how good Zoro can make him feel too.

He expects the older man to just let his underwear drop like Luffy had earlier. Instead, Zoro ends his torturing of his wet tip to grab his boxers with both hands.

He drops, slow and teasing, to the cold floor with them. Settling with his knees in the soft, black carpet pressed against their sink. Luffy wheezes as his cock springs up, happily smacking his belly now that its prison is gone.

The organ is embarrassingly hard, throbbing in the open air. Tip weeping pre, begging to be touched for real. Luffy looks past it to Zoro, who hasn’t moved from his spot. He blushes deeper with every passing second that his boyfriend merely stares with glossy eyes. Tongue darting out to lick his lips.

" Z-Zoro?" Luffy whimpers, self-conscious under his unwavering gaze.

The boy doesn’t often care about the thoughts of others, but these two have proven time and time again just how good they are at pulling unknown traits from his psyche. He can’t help wanting to please them, wanting their compliments and approval. Or despising their rejection. 

Only Sanji’s soft fingers pressed into his hips keep him from squirming.

" Sorry, baby," he hums sincerely, though his voice is fucking wrecked . He kisses just to the side of his penis," it’s just… your dick’s even prettier than I thought it would be," he admits at last. Carefully brushing the tip of his nose against the shaft. 

" P-pretty?" He blinks, heartrate easing just a touch at the sweet- if not odd- praise.

Personally, Luffy has never looked at the length between his thighs and thought pretty. The skin is a weird color, almost looking sickly from no sun exposure. The sunkissed cream they both love so much is completely lost down there. His pubes are as dark and thick as his hair. An inky blob with balls barely big enough to be seen through the black.

And on top of all of that, he’s small. He had never been insecure about his size, but after seeing Zoro? Luffy almost didn’t want them to look at him.

His dick is just something to piss through and maybe rub when they swarm his thoughts late at night. Certainly not something worth ogling.

" Of course you’re pretty," Sanji promises against the harsh bruise he’s left on his shoulder," everything about you is," he says with the certainty of an absolute truth. Like saying water is wet or the sun is bright.

It makes Luffy feel warm and fuzzy, glad to know that they love him even when he doesn't love himself.

The firefighter-to-be yelps when Zoro drags his hot, rough tongue from his base to his tip. His previous, pleasant thought sinking to the depths of his brain as pleasure consumes him.

His greenhead groans, smacking his lips," fuck, you taste so good," he comes back for seconds. Mouthing up the soft, tight skin to his tip," you’re just so Goddamn perfect."

And without a moment's hesitation, Zoro wraps his lips around his cock and swallows him whole. Luffy’s knees buckle as his dick vanishes into that moist, burning hot cave, hands flying to impossibly broad shoulders. His vision flashes white and when it fades, Sanji’s holding him close. The sole thing preventing him from joining Zoro on the floor.

He chuckles, as sweet as it is teasing," sorry about that. Zoro gets excited about this," he tugs at a fistful of green, harsh," he should’ve warned you."

Zoro doesn’t seem the least bit fazed, merely massaging Luffy’s thighs with both hands. Fingertips digging in just right to pull a whimper from his throat.

He blinks up at him, mesmerizing the teen with the picture presented to him. Zoro’s pupils are blown wide, shadowing any other color and swallowing the bathroom’s light. Pitch-black and hungry with spit-slick lips, red and stretching open to take him.

Luffy can’t believe they’ve been calling him pretty when this gorgeous sight was just a few seconds away. Zoro’s so beautiful he can’t be real, it simply wouldn’t be fair to the rest of the world.

" Hard to stay mad at him, right?" Sanji laments, dramatic," you won't ever have a throat better than his," with that same hand, he forces Zoro down.

His blunt tip pushes aside something soft and dangling before meeting the walls of Zoro’s throat. Pleasure ricochets up his spine from his hips, making him twitch with a sharp chirp," Sanji!" 

The student doing all the work takes him without so much as a flinch, swallowing easily around his head like he was made for this. Made to be kept on his knees and tucked between your thighs.

Sanji cradles the hands gripping at muscled shoulders. Gently guiding them to choppy green," you can be rough with him," the blonde encourages. 

His hair tickles when he lays his chin on Luffy’s shoulder. Zoro finally lets out a pleased rumble. Their little ravenette swears he can feel it in his skull, rattling his brain.

" Just let your instincts take over," Sanji’s melodic voice is pitched so sinfully low. His penis impossibly hard where it curves into the dimple of Luffy’s back," use him, petit garçon, he’ll love it."

The recently graduated teen suspects Sanji will love it just as much, maybe even more. But Zoro stills regardless, parting his lids alluringly before sitting back. He opens his jaw wider, presenting the pretty pink of his tongue and Luffy will never be strong enough to deny them.

Truthfully, he doesn’t ever wanna be that strong.

Carefully, he draws back, hissing every time a vein catches on the slightly too dry surface of Zoro’s lips. His brain is numb when all that’s left is the tip, leaking heavily into his awaiting mouth. Luffy’s thighs shake when he sinks back in, trembling with the effort to not just ruin him. To resist Zoro’s clear begging to be broken .

The heat of his maw is perfect, so much so that the youngest can only open wide in a silent scream, an O as stars glitter across his vision.

He gets the hang of it fairly quickly, tumbling head first into a sloppy, quick rhythm. The walls echo the wet suction of his shaft forcing the air from Zoro’s pink cheeks. The elder's expression is one of pure bliss, eyes fluttering with drool sliding down his throat as he kneads the meat of Luffy’s thighs. When he starts humping against the air, Luffy wonders if he’ll cum again from only this.

Though the virgin fairs no better, babbling breathy little repetitions of," ah ah ah," as his pelvis meets his chin again and again, fucking past his uvula. His eyes beg to close, his lids are so heavy they may never open again, but he wants to see. Wants to watch his stoic, strong boyfriend give in just for him," Zoro," a high whine in the back of his throat. He scratches his scalp," it’s so good."

Sanji starts to meet his thrusts, shamelessly rolling his clothed dick against Luffy’s ass," doing so well, baby," he wheezes. Smokey voice beyond aroused," using him so nicely. Just how he likes it."

Zoro groans his agreement, forcing a whimper from his throat," ‘m close," he admits, tone bordering on disappointment.

He doesn’t want this to end, doesn’t wanna lose the heavenly feel of velvet heat and rough tastebuds. He wants to stay here forever, squished between them where nothing else exists.

" That’s it, sweetheart," but the blonde still encourages him on. Laying his hands over Luffy’s," just let it go."

Fair hands tangle in green, pinning Zoro to Luffy’s pelvis. His nose is lost in the mess of his curls, chest rising and falling heavily as he indulges in Luffy’s musk.

" B-but Sa-Sanji," he whines, not quite knowing what he’s objecting to. The yanking in his gut is strong, the throbbing of his testicles.

" Luffy," he shushes him so sweetly," cum for me, baby."

And he just falls to pieces, grinding hard against those swollen lips while spilling down his throat. His throbbing cock sputters with every swallow. The tight collapse of his mouth and roll of his tongue like he can’t bear to lose a single drop.

It does register to Luffy at some point that he’s screaming, high and long for Zoro. The pleasure is damn near too much, he thinks he might black out for real. He’s never cum for this long, not even to his favorite fantasies.

Tears are wetting his cheeks as he finally trails off into whimpers, shaking as Sanji peppers kisses everywhere he can reach. Whispering the sweetest nothings into his skin as Luffy presses his knuckles to his lips.

" Holy shit, " he hiccups into his fingers, blinking the last few tears from his vision.

His first orgasm at their hands. Is it gonna feel like this every time?  

They’re gonna be the death of him. His dad used to say that all the time about him and his brothers, Luffy never fully understood it, not until this very moment.

And maybe he shouldn’t be so content with the idea of dying in their arms, but he is. If they were the last things he ever saw, he wouldn’t have a single complaint.

Zoro bobs his head a few more times before drawing back. He’s panting hard, tongue sweeping over ruby-red, puffy lips. He smiles up to the standing pair, crooked and thoroughly satisfied," better than my dreams too," his voice . 

Luffy’s beloved baritone is bone-chillingly deep with a rasping edge. Thick and rough from the abuse on his throat. The wink Zoro tacks on makes his knees wobble.

Zoro’s really dreamt about him. Scarlet kisses his cheeks. Does Sanji?

He doesn’t get to dwell on it for long. Sanji rather abruptly- roughly - sets Luffy against the sink before diving down toward Zoro.

The greenhead catches him easily, arms coiling around his waist as the force knocks him onto his butt and into the cabinets. He’s barking out a laugh when the slimmer settles into his lap, cutting the noise by smashing their lips together.

The passion leaking from Sanji’s every pore as he devours Zoro takes his breath away. Luffy can do nothing but watch, awe-struck when big, tan hands grope the perfect globes of Sanji’s ass. Or the lithe fingers fondling Zoro’s defined pecs. All accompanied by the sloppy, needy sounds of their filthy kiss.

The duo pull back only when they have no other choice, panting so hard Luffy fears that they’ll pass out. Milky tendrils connect them, and it takes him far too long to realize that it’s his cum dripping from their lips.

And longer still to understand that Sanji had done all of that to taste his cum .

Zoro’s still rumbling in mirth," he’s good, isn’t he, kawaī mono?" Indulging in lazy, heavy kisses with Sanji between each word.

Luffy’s fingers ball into fists, his pathetically spent cock aching to resurrect itself.

" Hell yeah," Sanji puffs. Pink tongue sliding across Zoro’s lips," didn’t think you’d be so pretty on another man’s dick," he teases after. 

Though the greenhead gets the upper hand when he uses his grip on the blonde’s ass to guide his hips. Forcing Sanji to rock out shallow, desperate circles into his cut abs.

Luffy’s almost ashamed that there was a time- just a few hours ago, actually- where he couldn’t enjoy this for what it was. Where he was unable to admire the beauty of the two men in front of him just because they were without him. But not anymore.

There would never be another moment when Luffy couldn’t admit the simple truth. That his boyfriends were incredible beyond his wildest dreams and every second that they spend loving each other, they’re loving him too.

" Want me to get you off?" Zoro offers against his jaw. Voice sweet as he kisses up his cheeks.

Sanji ducks into his touch, damn near giggling at his attention. How can they manage to look so innocently in love while doing something so filthy.

" Not right now, my love," the way he says it makes Luffy lightheaded. There’s so much promise behind the pet name," I wanna get you two cleaned up first."

Despite the cute pout playing on his lips, Zoro doesn’t argue. So, however Sanji trained him, it must be damn good.

The large man adjusts his legs before effortlessly rising from the ground, Sanji still snug in his grip.

The simple action births a new fantasy in Luffy’s mind. A flash of desire that takes the form of Zoro picking him up and holding him against a wall. Kissing and kissing at him until he can’t breathe, until he can’t stand the thought of another. And then he’d keep going because he could , because Luffy couldn’t stop him if he tried.

" Besides," Sanji’s musings pull him from that twisted fantasy to the sweeter real world.

Where he kisses Zoro’s cheek when he’s sat back on the floor before turning to the shower. Where the younger college boy’s gaze chases him like a puppy after its owner.

The water starts up with a roar," I gotta get my boys ready again. Can’t have both of you all soft on me," ocean-blue sweep up and then down their bodies over his shoulder. Alight with sharks in the water, predatory as they linger on their flaccid penises. Both wet with very different fluids.

The chef leaves the spray of heat on its own, ghosting a single hand down his chest to his briefs. He pulls the front, sighing as the steadily warming air rushes to fill the space. Then he lets them fall, content with his short strip tease.

Honey-brown zero in on the appendage in wonder. It makes all the sense in the world, but Luffy hadn't expected Sanji and Zoro’s dicks to look so different.

The skin of his thighs and privates are the same snowy white as the rest of him. Soft looking and dappled with similar fading marks adorning his body. Zoro clearly doesn't play favorites with their Sanji’s flesh. The swollen head has a ruby-red color, so bright it bleeds down into a candy pink flush across the upper half of his shaft.

His pre-cum glitters while the penis bobs into place. Not nearly as thick as Zoro’s, but noticeably longer with an enticing curve that has his slit kissing his belly.

How is every inch of Sanji so beautiful? If Zoro is a masterpiece sculpted from stone, then Sanji is a painter's magnum opus. A canvas of gorgeous brush strokes and delicate colors.

No wonder Zoro fucking worships him. Luffy would get on his knees just to be promised a glimpse of him too.

Speaking of, his biggest boyfriend slides into his peripheral vision, gaze starving as he just stares. His mouth is open a touch and Luffy supposes he’s glad Zoro doesn't only ogle his cock.

Though, quite possessively, he doesn’t ever want him looking at anyone else. 

" You’re such a tease," he murmurs, just a little miserably.

" I’m not," Sanji tilts his head up, smugly looking down his nose at Zoro. Arrogant about the painfully obvious effect he has on the younger student," you’re just helpless."

Zoro hums, as unashamed as always when he finally meets Sanji’s radiant eyes. He quirks a green eyebrow," and who’s fault is that?"

Surprisingly, Sanji’s the one to blush, even if he tries to play it off by rolling his eyes.

The spit pooling under his tongue feels extra thick when he swallows. This is probably a bad idea. Don't they say curiosity killed the cat? 

But, didn’t Luffy say he’d be happy to die here between them?

" What did he do?" He questions meekly. He looks at the shower head, at the steam beginning to drift up from the tub.

Luffy jumps when Zoro touches his chin. A quick hand on the back of his thigh keeps him from going too far.

The greenhead leans into him, sucking in every little pant from Luffy’s lips," it was back when we first started college, the end of our first semester. Sanji was stressing about finals week," a sultry rumble as he caresses the naked planes of Luffy’s legs.

He feels so weak under those eyes each and every time. Shivering as that hand walks from his back to his front. Luffy grabs his bulging biceps, digging his fingers in.

" So, I got under his desk and helped him relax. He got an A on that exam," Zoro swallows the gasp he chokes up. His fingertip tracing his slit, enticing a few dribbles of pre.

Luffy’s lip quivers, even the slight touch is overstimulating so close to his orgasm. His poor cock throbs painfully, as eager to please them as the rest of him.

" Every time after that, Sanji would study for finals without his pants on and a pillow between his feet."

The implication leaves him shuddering, subconsciously leaning forward when Zoro brushes their lips," that’s so hot," he admits, too far gone to be embarrassed by his own bluntness.

His reaction draws a cat-like purr from the larger," it is, isn’t it?" Zoro properly wraps around Luffy. Flexing his fingers and pouting," so, you don’t think it's my fault I’m a little cock drunk. Do you, sunshine?"

" N-no! Of cou-rse not!" His shrill yelp is accompanied by a helpless thrust into his palm. It sends a spike of agonizing pleasure flaring across his nerves.

He throws his head back, both grateful and horrified that there’s no wall there. Too much, everything is so much.

Zoro catches his lips in a short, tender kiss. Swallowing up his pathetic mewling and indulging in a few deep strokes," see?" He pants, smirking over his shoulder," Luffy agrees."

Sanji rolls his eyes, a smile pulling fondly at his lips while he checks the water with his fingertips. He nods, pulling the curtain closed with a scream of metal on plastic," Luffy would literally say anything you asked him too," he snarks. Approaching the duo with appreciative eyes.

Luffy’s nails dig hard into Zoro’s skin. The muscle gives just a little under his abuse, cock gushing at this point," n-no I wo-wouldn’t," he grits through his teeth. Tensing up as his back arches, chasing his touch.

He isn't that helpless for them.

Sanji quirks an unimpressed brow instantly, calling Luffy on his bullshit so quickly it makes him blush.

He cups the teen’s cheek in his hand, soft palms brushing so sweetly across his skin before kissing him. Luffy melts, craving Sanji’s delicate touch just as much as Zoro’s rough treatment. He slides his tongue in, meeting no resistance as it glides to the back of his mouth. Nearly gagging Luffy when it bumps his uvula.

Zoro passes him along seamlessly, Sanji’s lithe fingers replacing his," that feel good, mon guenon?"

" Yes, " Luffy wheezes, prying his hands from Zoro to drape his arms across Sanji’s shoulders. The greenhead settles against his back. His penis half hard where it meets his hip.

Sanji trails his lips across his cheek until his teeth kiss Luffy’s ear," tell me it’s better than your hand."

" It is," he’s damn near sobbing. Sanji’s grip is looser than Zoro’s had been, lazier. Luffy has to thrust so much harder to get the same friction as his stomach tightens. His orgasm looms, so close yet so far," it’s so much better. It’s so fucking good ."

" Does it feel better than anything?"

" Yes!" He curls into the blonde when his thumb begins to cruelly trace his slit, pressing hard enough that his pre-cum begins squirting.

He takes Luffy’s earlobe into his mouth. Twirling it around his tongue," tell me," he chuckles, his words fill the cavity. Luffy can’t even hear the shower anymore. Sanji smirks," that there’s nothing you wouldn’t do to make me touch you."

The recent graduate’s tears are relentless now, sobbing as he hiccups. He’s starting to get light headed," I’ll do anything! Just don't stop, please don't stop," his fucking devolves into sloppy, hard thrusts. Hopelessly chasing release and yanking Sanji closer.

He just wants to be good, wants Sanji to praise him like he had Zoro.

Luffy wants to lay out everything within him- all he is and will ever be- in front of them. Wants them to take and use him as they please, so long as they never leave him. As long as they stay right here forever. 

Sanji doesn’t taunt him anymore. Simply holding still and letting Luffy rut into his touch like some needy mutt coiled around a leg. He struggles to gulp air down through his moans, so much so that he sinks his teeth into Sanji’s shoulder.

It feels impossible to ground himself as the white-hot ecstasy of another orgasm tears through him like a hurricane. A violent storm that his body tenses against. It doesn’t register just how hard he’s biting his wonderful Sanji until the roaring blood slows in his ears. And as the haze clears, he tastes metal while the other groans into his hair.

He flinches out of the blonde’s hold and into Zoro. Staring at the ugly, angry oval of rough indents. Each pools weakly with glossy blood. A wine-red stain against his fair skin.

A stain Luffy caused. 

" F-fuck, Sanji, I’m so sorry!" He trips over himself in apology, hovering shaking hands around the wound. Guilt sinks like a stone in his gut, robbing him of his post orgasm bliss," I didn’t mean to bite you that hard." 

He had already been crying and seeing such a hideous flaw on someone so perfect. On his perfect Sanji. They pool thicker atop his eyelids as he sniffles, emotions running high after so much intensity.

Sanji takes both his hands, carefully pulling the teen into his chest and resting Luffy’s arms around his waist so he can cup his cheeks. Peppering feather-soft kisses all over his face," aww, baby, it’s okay. I’m fine," he coos, brushing their lips," Zoro bites me harder than that on purpose. Believe me, I can handle it," he promises, thumbs wiping away the moisture.

The aforementioned college student forces Luffy even harder into Sanji’s chest. Zoro leans over to drag his tongue across the holes. The noise he makes as the blood smears is as feral and possessive as it is completely debauched and needy.

The injured one chuckles, angling his shoulder for easier access," see?" While Zoro begins to properly suck the new mark, cleaning up Luffy’s mess. The swell of the largest’s cock is undeniable, hardening with every second he gets to indulge on broken flesh.

It’s almost frightening how much Zoro’s enjoying Sanji’s blood, if only it wasn’t so Goddamn hot.

Luffy wipes his nose, leaning into Sanji’s palm," you sure?" He has to check one last time, even as the waterfall of smooches leave him giggling.

" Absolutely," the chef nods. Leaving one final peck on his forehead before admitting," besides, it’s my fault for getting you so worked up. You’re just such a good boy for me, so responsive. I got a little carried away."

The sweet compliments make his ears flush, melting under his approval. No wonder Zoro just falls in line if it means this. Means being the sole recipient of Sanji’s twinkling blue eyes and fond little smile. Of his pretty words and mind-numbing kisses.

That little smile pulls into a smirk, no less adoring but with a touch more mischief. Zoro decides he’s done, drawing back to reveal a spit slick and glistening outline of Luffy’s teeth. The area is much less red, though it has begun to swell. The offender wonders what it’ll look like in a few days, how long it’ll last.

Oh, Luffy realizes, thinking of Zoro. Yeah, I get it now.

" Both my boys love praise, hmm?" Luffy’s honored with one more kiss before Sanji turns to the side. 

There’s silence with the background of pattering water and slick gliding as Zoro’s awarded a kiss of his own. Only when Sanji decides does the makeout end as he steps out of Luffy’s hold.

His eyes sweep over them. Luffy wishes he would take a picture. How small must he look curled into Zoro’s chest?

" You two," Sanji sighs dreamily with a shake of his head," just perfect for me in every way, aren’t you?"

Timidly, Luffy turns his head into Zoro’s pec, something giddy and hot swelling to life in the core of his body, his soul. The greenhead squeezes him hard, hugging the teen close to nuzzle into his hair.

He lets him go after a moment, stepping around Luffy to approach the tub.

The air is thick with wisps of steam that tickle on the way down. And even though the ravenette can breathe a little easier with the distance, he still chases them. Still craves Zoro’s hugs and Sanji’s touches.

Oxygen is overrated anyway. Luffy would happily take a lifetime supply of Sanji and Zoro pumped directly into his veins instead.

There’s a crinkle as Sanji draws the shower curtain from the back, gracefully stepping over the lip and into the warm spray. Zoro follows behind him without question. Even in something so mundane, those two radiate familiarity, ease. Four years really is a long time, huh?

Or maybe it’s no time at all. It feels like his first year has flown by with only his sweet memories to show for it.

One of those memories is distinctly not showering with them. He’s always wanted too, even if their tiny dorm room tub’ll be a tight squeeze. He’s dreamed of feeling their wet, warm skin pressing into him from all sides. Their fingers grooming soap from his hair, steamy kisses as the water cools.

Hell, even now he’s starry eyed just thinking about it.

" Lu," Zoro’s lazy baritone guides him from his haze. 

He blinks slow and realizes the curtain is still open. That they’re waiting for him.

" The real deal’ll be a bit better than your daydream, yeah?" He teases, laughing.

Red blooms beneath his tanned skin, flooding all the way up to his eartips and down past his chin. They can’t keep reading him like a children’s book, it just isn’t fair!

He approaches the tub slowly, maybe to salvage a shred of his dignity, but even he’s not blind to the excitement seeping from every pore on his skin. Clearly Zoro isn’t immune to it either. A warm, helpless look soaks into his sharp features and Luffy can’t feel his knees when Zoro looks at him like that.

Like he dropped the sun into the blue sky.

He steps over the threshold and into them. He crowds into Sanji’s space with nowhere else to really go. The oldest looks satisfied with this, pulling him even closer," hey there," he purrs, flirtatious.

Luffy blushes deeper, giggling and breathless," hi."

His hands, already wet and hot, slide down Luffy’s body. Even hotter lips pressing into his skin. The boy whines, leaning back and searching for the cold, dewy wall.

He does meet a wall. The wide, imposing wall of Zoro’s sculpted chest and calloused hands.

Fuck, all this heat is already making him light-headed. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

" Are you ready?" Sanji muses into his collar bone.

It takes his lagging brain a moment to remember why exactly they’re here. He shudders when it comes to him. He tries to swallow, it gets stuck halfway down," yes," he croaks around the lump. His hands are shaking a little, each searching for one of the boys who own his heart.

His right grips Zoro, firm, but tender. The left finds Sanji, soft, but steady.

He doesn’t fully understand the next step. He can’t help worrying a little, whispering," y-you… you’ll be gentle. Won’t you?" He feels bad the moment he asks it. Guilty about how it sounds. Almost like he doesn’t trust them.

Like he wouldn’t follow them anywhere blindfolded with his hands tied behind his back.

Zoro takes his hand, entwining their fingers," of course he will be, sunshine. We don’t ever wanna hurt you."

Sanji kisses his forehead, lacing their hands as well," I would never forgive myself if we did," the blonde admits.

Luffy smiles, body swaying. He wants to lean into them both, but that isn’t how directions work. So, he yanks them in, squishing himself between their torsos until he hardly has room to breathe. Hiding from the world with them in their dark, damp little cave," I know," because he does. Deep, deep down in the very core of his being, he knows.

Zoro’s chest vibrates with his purr, nuzzling into the crown of Luffy’s head," Sanji’s so damn good with his fingers," his tone is reminiscent. Longing, almost," he’s gonna make you feel amazing ." 

Luffy laughs into the hollow beneath Sanji’s chin, grinning. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard such a guttural endorsement. The greenhead’s dick is throbbing against the small of his back just thinking about it.

" Zoro’s a slut," is Sanji’s simple explanation. Shocking a loud cackle from Luffy.

" Didn’t hear you bitching last week," he scoffs back into inky black.

A question about last week is just on the tip of his tongue when a resounding smack echoes around the ceramic box. Zoro’s gasp follows, helplessly needy.

Luffy can feel Sanji’s smirk in the arrogance he reeks of," so sassy," it’s almost a scold. But it’s too alight with mirth," I’m not bitching. It’s just the truth." 

Their antics draw a mess of giggles from him. Zoro pinches the soft skin of his butt for it. Amusement cut off with a yelp," whose side are you on, huh?" He’s pouting into his scalp. So damn cute even when Luffy can’t see him.

Sanji’s wet fingers brush along his sideburns, carefully pulling his head back," this is a really important step if you wanna go all the way. I’ll have to take my time to get you ready," well-trimmed nails scratch delicately up past his temples. A sweet kiss to his forehead. The boy melts, a puddle to wash down the drain. 

Does Sanji want Luffy to pay attention to what he’s saying? He isn’t acting like it.

" So don't get impatient. Okay?" He finishes against his lips.

" Okay," he muses back obediently without a single thought in his brain. The brush of their lips as he talks is a feeling he won't ever get sick of. Clumsy fingers reach for Sanji’s still massaging hands, twining their digits and taking a deep breath," I’m ready," he decides once more. There’s still some hesitation somewhere in his gut, but he can brave this for them, with them.

Zoro’s arms snake tight around his hips, tugging him from Sanji’s front. Luffy looks down, dazed at just how well they fit around him. The thick, corded muscles contrast his slim figure. He’s bulking up little by little, but he doubts he’ll ever compare to Zoro’s sheer width.

He lays his hands atop those forearms, humming low in content. Sanji chuckles at him, the ravenette meets his gaze. There’s something omniscient in his blue. So completely understanding that Luffy knows he’s had the very same thought.

The greenhead twists them before pressing his large hand to the center of Luffy’s spine. His touch is feather soft, barely strong enough to guide the teen as he bends in half.

He’s mindful of how much weight he applies to the faucet, luckily Zoro doesn’t let him go. An arm still looped around his waist to hold him steady.

Water pelts against his skin, constant and angry, adding to the knot of nervousness in his gut as he shifts his feet. Another deep breath.

" If you ever wanna stop, tell us," Zoro reminds him, a comforting hand petting his hip," I mean it, Luffy. Just say the word, okay?"

" I-I know," he stutters through his tight throat. 

Another breath, a harder grip on the dewy metal as he spreads his legs.

" I trust you two," he reminds in turn. 

There aren’t many people he’d lay his life in the hands of, he’s glad they’re two of them.

" Okay. Zoro’s gonna pull your cheeks apart," is his warning before the lovely petting stops. 

He tightens his arm to reach up and back for the globe of his butt. His fingers sink in carefully while his free arm crosses over to grab the opposite and pull. The tight crevice of his cheeks splayed open to reveal his untouched anus.

It’s surely an awkward position for Zoro, but Luffy’s grateful for the support under his gut all the same.

His toes curl, embarrassingly wondering what he looks like, if he’s… pretty back there.

The younger sophomore doesn't leave him in the dark for long, calluses working to massage the meat of his butt as a rumbling groan echoes off the ceramic.

" You really do have a fantastic ass, Lu," Zoro praises from low in his chest, playing with him.

Luffy whimpers, flushing hotter than the steam filled air around him. It bleeds down past his shoulders while his forehead seeks the cool relief of the shower tile.

" Your little hole is cute as hell," Sanji chuckles in agreement, pulling a shudder from him.

The ravenette doubts he’ll ever get used to Sanji being so… crude. Not his suave, charming chef-to-be.

A cap clicks before a bottle wheezes. He doesn't dare to look back. Luckily, the blonde spares as he explains," this is a special kind of soap. It’s made to go inside the body and clean things up for anal sex."

Luffy bites down on his inner lip, squeezing his eyes shut. He knows this is important, he does , he just wishes Sanji didn’t explain it like a doctor lecturing him about condoms or asking if he’s sexually active.

Fuck, I’m gonna have to say yes next time.

Or maybe not, he may just drop dead here from his own sheepishness.

" I’m gonna put the first finger in. I won’t add another until you tell me."

He resists the urge to pout, voice shaking as he says," okay," if this is gonna be a regular thing- and Luffy wants this to be a regular thing- he has to be able to talk to them. So, he swallows his timidness as the fingertip kisses the ring of his hole.

There’s a moment of resistance before his body allows the slim thing to enter. The teen gasps as it vanishes, shocked by just how obvious it is that something is inside of him.

Sanji’s digit is long and even skinnier than his own, but he swears he can feel every ridge of it. He stops at his second knuckle, wiggling it slowly before pulling out.

His back arches, whining as he tenses against the motion.

" Holy shit ," Sanji curses under his breath. Dripping with hungry arousal as he struggles to slide back in," you have to relax, mon beaux."

Luffy squirms, digging his feet into the slick ground," I’m trying," he huffs, harsher than he means, but it devolves into a childish whine. Lost and desperate," it feels weird ."

He doesn’t think it hurts, but after Zoro’s glowing praise he had been hoping for so much more.

Speaking of, he leans down to trace the bumps of Luffy’s vertebrae. Lingering kisses as his fingers bury soothingly into tan fat," I know it does, but it gets better ," his breath fans over his already wet skin. Luffy seeks out his mouth blindly.

He wants to believe him- a part of him already does- but he just can’t . He can't get his back to straighten, can’t even begin to relax his muscles. He snarls in frustration, huffing.

" Oh Luffy," Zoro whispers, as empathetic as it is deeply turned on," hold him for a sec, babe." 

Luckily, the tree-trunk of an arm looped around his waist stays, Luffy’s sure he’d drop like dead weight without it. Zoro’s hand reaches down, gently curling around his cock, soft and dangling, clearly it wasn’t impressed with Sanji's careful motions.

His hips press desperately into the slick, warm touch. The pulse of pleasure eases his rigid form as he breathes out a happy little moan. Allowing Sanji’s finger to tuck back inside.

Zoro’s pumps are lazy, gentle things that silently discourage Luffy’s mutt-like fucking while his blonde partner moves with purpose, prodding at scalding hot walls.

The teen shifts hesitantly, leaning back just enough before deciding," put another one," his voice is giving out on him. A heaving, trembling melody from the confusing mix of sensations.

His body fights harder against the second, but Sanji only pets his asscheek. Tender and appreciative as he praises," fuck, you are so tight."

He meticulously bullies his middle digit inside.

" Damn," Luffy gasps, a little wet as it hits him. Now he can feel it, now it hurts. His lip quivers, a sniffle starting in the back of his throat, but then Zoro twists his wrist just right. Punching out a sobbing moan the instant Sanji scissors them apart.

Luffy pulls away from it, grinding into Zoro’s palm instead. Stop rests on the very tip of his tongue.

Zoro stops him once again, purring into his spine," you’re doing so good , nikkō," it makes his heart race. Body tingling," so perfect just for us."

The young lover is shaking, nerves a little sick from the miasma of emotion.

He loves Zoro’s kisses, the hand on his penis, Sanji’s pretty words echoing all around him, but he hates the digits speared inside him.

They’re being so careful with him even as their hunger becomes palpable, so patient despite how badly they want him. Luffy wants to be good, wants to give them everything they want and more.

So, he pushes back, desperate to set the pace they crave. He yelps as a blossom of sharp pain flowers at the base of his spine, running up his back as he takes the fingers to their hilt.

" Easy," Sanji scolds, worried as he gently pushes him off until he’s barely two knuckles deep. Zoro frowns into his skin, kissing him while the blonde massages the ache away," there’s no rush, baby," he says it like a promise. Like he’s read Luffy’s thoughts," if you don't wanna feel it tomorrow, you have to slow down."

He doesn’t fully understand what that means, but takes comfort in knowing he isn’t denying them. He just isn't strong enough to.

Zoro strokes him slow and steady with no true goal as he gets used to the feeling little by little. As his hole adjusts to the guests, spreading more easily to make way, the pain fades. Subsiding until only an odd, deep sensation settles in his gut.

It makes it hard for him to breathe. He doesn’t think it’s good quite yet, but when he wiggles his hips, sparks fizzle across his skin.

He moans out, shuddering," more," lashes fluttering with the barest hints of bliss.

It makes his older partners laugh while the third nuzzles inside. His anus barely puts up a fight, allowing it with only the tiniest jolt of pain.

Sanji curls them gingerly, working his wrist in a careful rhythm that has Luffy gripping the faucet. He curses while his cock throbs. A wonderful heat pools beneath his skin, so good he doesn’t notice Zoro’s stopped touching him.

Pale knuckles map out his most intimate area, petting the places no one had ever been. 

Where no one else will ever be.

He ghosts over something as white blinds him. He’s gasping when the flash fades, lingering stars dancing across his skin. His dick pulses, balls tight, but surprisingly, he didn’t cum.

" You make the cutest noises, baby," the rough timber of Zoro’s voice is molten in his veins. His thick fingers spread him out even further.

Did I make a noise?

" I’m just glad I could find it," Sanji hums conversationally like he isn't knuckle deep in Luffy.

The heave of his chest gets worse and worse with every second of delicious fingering. However, it’s only when he begins to rock in time with the thrusting does Sanji draw back with a kiss on his ass cheek.

He makes a needy, upset sound, chasing the retreating feeling.

Sanji comforts him with a coo," shhh," while he expertly guides some water through the gap Zoro’s made. Dipping his wet fingers in and out quickly," you’ve already come twice. We have to be careful with you."

Luffy pouts harder, but stays put since- as usual- Sanji is right. He’s never pushed himself to his absolute limit alone on his bedsheets. He doubts he could make it past four.

" You took Sanji so well, Luffy," Zoro praises in a husky tone," ‘s hot as fuck to watch," with a teasing squeeze to his ass. 

He squirms, the compliment washing over him, hotter and thicker than the water. Sanji’s motions slow the exact moment pleasure turns to pain. It feels like his fingers are catching on his skin, like he’s too dry inside.

Zoro guides him up slowly, careful with Luffy. Who feels oddly… hollow now that Sanji’s done. He turns, pressing his nose into the other’s thick neck. Grappling for his hand.

The greenhead kisses his forehead, splaying his fingers flat over Luffy’s slim tummy. His eyes flutter closed as Zoro speaks.

" Baby," Luffy hums," wanna know something I’ve noticed?" Luffy nods, kissing his collar bone," Sanji hasn’t cum yet," he treats it like a secret. Says it like Sanji’s committed a crime.

Luffy doesn’t think that’s too far off. He’s certainly offended like Sanji killed a man in cold blood. He turns to glare-pout at the blonde.

" Don’t look at me like that," he chuckles over his shoulder. Rubbing his fingers together under the torrent to clean off the last of the soap," you two are more important," his lips pulling into a smile. Easy and lazy, but fond in a way so stomach-churningly charming it makes Luffy wanna tackle him and kiss him and just… just never stop.

" Bad excuse, Cook," but his tone is pillow-soft and just a little dreamy. 

Luffy takes comfort in knowing Zoro isn’t immune to that damn smile either. Makes it less embarrassing that his self-control slips further and further the longer he’s honored with seeing it. 

If anything, it seems all those years have left the larger even more whipped than Luffy is as he curls his finger invitingly," now, get over here and let us help you."

Sanji doesn’t hesitate to crowd into their space, squishing the smallest into Zoro’s chest," fuck, yes. Please."

Luffy glances down when he feels it. The tight, molten press of Sanji's poor neglected cock against his stomach. The pretty red thing is already glossy on the tip and the ravenette subconsciously licks his lips. 

How different would Sanji taste from Zoro? Would he be less musky, fresher?

The culinary student ducks, taking a moment to lick up the stream of drool spilling from the corner of his mouth before sucking on his tongue.

Luffy shudders, clawing for a hold on Sanji as he sinks into it, letting the taller play with him. Sanji swallows his gasps when he starts rolling their hips together.

The graduate jerks forward, lashes fluttering," you look so damn cute when you cum. How am I supposed to resist you, huh?" Peppering his face in kisses as he coos to him.

Distantly- very distantly- he knows this is supposed to be about Sanji, but it’s so fucking hard not to just melt and be spoiled by him.

" Oh no you don’t," Zoro scolds, sliding around Luffy to force Sanji to let him breathe .

They land a step or two away, still close enough for Luffy to feel them as he regains his composure. Sanji does the opposite, losing himself as he presses flush with Zoro’s chest. Moaning out when his rough hand wraps loose around his penis.

Luffy blinks once, deciding in that instant," wanna watch you make Sanji cum."

Zoro hums," anything you want, baby," as his tongue traces the divots of Luffy’s bite mark. It’s less swollen now, but still a cherry-red. Though that may just be Sanji blushing.

The greenhead massages his weeping tip, rolling his fingers over it while his other hand drifts up, halting just shy of his nipples.

Their blonde beauty whimpers. The noise is sharp and melodic, erotic birdsong that migrates directly south for Luffy. 

He arches into Zoro’s touch," Goddamnit, please," he gasps, tipping his head to the side. Demanding kisses with the cutest little pout. The gym-rat gives into him immediately," please, mon coeur."

He smiles into the words, green-gray twinkling as they part," doesn’t he sound so pretty when he begs?" His hand slides over his tip and down the length of his shaft. Settling in the neatly groomed nest of dark pubes, fondling his testicles.

Luffy is quick to agree, absently reaching to his slender waist," he sounds perfect," he looks it too. Mouth open in pure bliss, blue eyes rolled back into his skull.

" It’d be rude to keep him waiting, sunshine. Especially after he asked so nicely," Zoro rumbles wickedly. Sinking his teeth into the connection of Sanji’s jaw and throat.

The smallest’s tongue feels like sandpaper, hands shaking against Sanji’s skin," but he asked you," the excuse is pathetically weak, nearly lost to the shower’s constant roar. The teen inching closer with every second doesn’t help.

Zoro makes a contemplative noise. Tracing the darker pink surrounding the candy bud," and I’m telling you," the bite of his words has Luffy scampering to obey. So eager to please it makes Zoro laugh.

It’s not mean, but Luffy blushes all the same.

One of his hands settles on Sanji’s abs, knocking the blonde off balance to steady himself. Luckily, Zoro’s there to hold them both up, unwavering while Luffy takes the plush, hot skin into his mouth.

He doesn’t fully know how to proceed, but he moves carefully. He watches his teeth for once, mindful of how tender his own nipples typically are. Instead lavishing the pastel skin with his tongue.

One of Sanji’s hands tangles in the mess of black attached to his scalp. His other hand finds Zoro’s bicep as the greenhead moves back to his tip.

Sanji is quite possibly the most eloquent person Luffy’s ever known. His honey-smooth melody, his almost lazy cadence, his seamless vocabulary. It all serves to create the prettiest poetry each time he parts his lips.

All of that is gone now.

The high pitched babble of their combined names. Stuttering, gasping pleas as he arches into their touch. Luffy’s honored to be a witness to it, honored to be trusted so much by Sanji to be shown this side of him.

The smallest moves on to the forgotten twin, refusing to neglect any more parts of Sanji tonight. He presses his tongue down harder as he laps, the rough surface catching just right.

" Zoro, Luffy," the blonde mewls, throwing his head back. Stars of pain flicker behind Luffy’s lids as he yanks, he doesn’t mind though. It’s the least he can do," please. Please , my loves, I’m so close."

Zoro nibbles Sanji’s earlobe while the pet name alone makes Luffy whimper, electricity twinkles along his skin and down to his toes. 

His body jerks with the current, so much so that he bites, again. Not nearly as hard as the first time, but still deeply enough for Sanji to damn near pull his hair out.

He’s quick to let go, peppering the area with desperate kisses as the chef locks up, heaving.

Zoro’s chuckle is knowing, glancing at Luffy before purring," stop being selfish. Let Luffy watch you cum. Show him just how pretty you are for me."

He pauses in his apology smooches as something thick and scalding hot slaps his stomach. Sanji’s cumming… because Zoro told him too.

It was sweet at first- is still hot as hell - but now he’s a bit worried. Can these two cum without permission?

The widest of the young adults strokes him through it, nuzzling adoringly into the crook connecting his neck and shoulder. A happy, lazy, proud thing as Sanji basks in the pleasure of it.

His moan is musical, filling up the small space as his chest rises and falls in desperate pants between each sound. His cock- so slender and graceful- twitches violently between Zoro’s attentive fingers. Rope after rope of milky white is spewed.

It just keeps coming and coming, more than Luffy’s ever seen as Sanji’s head slumps forward. His forehead knocks a little too hard into the ravenette’s, but he revels in the new view despite it.

His dark lashes are fluttering in slow, blissed-out blinks. His thoroughly kiss-swollen lip- all red and glistening- is tucked tightly between his teeth. His candy blush mars down past his shoulder to his pecs. His blonde hair falls around his face in waves of gold.

A halo around an angel.

" Sanji, you…", Luffy trails, he can’t find the words. Breathless just from the sight of him. His head is full of cotton, thick like the best cold.

How the hell is he meant to put him into words? He isn’t intelligent enough for that on his best days.

Zoro comes to save him as usual," are fucking breathtaking, ōji," sounding so lovesick that Luffy doesn’t doubt it’s terminal.

He’s never heard that nickname before after all. It must be special.

It finally stops. The tidal reduced to a pitiful sputter before Sanji slumps completely.

Luffy squeaks, shocked when Sanji collapses into him. He snakes his arms properly around his waist, finding support in the wall behind him as he collides with it. 

He peppers the blonde in kisses, hum happy as he copies what the older duo have done for him.

Zoro watches them like an award-winning movie. Green-gray alight with fondness as he mindlessly grooms the cum from his fingers.

Luffy can’t help staring at the curl of his tongue, pausing long enough to get a wink from his powerhouse of a boyfriend.

Long enough to worry Sanji. Who kisses his nose and blinks open cloudy blue. Stained from his pupils," ‘m not too heavy, am I, baby?"

The smallest is quick to dote on him, shaking his head slightly against his lips," you and Zo always hold me. It’s…", he pauses, stalling for time with more little pecks as he searches for the words," it’s nice to return the favor," he finishes with a grin. Squeezing the fairer male.

Sanji chuckles, draping his slim, but still heavy arms over his shoulders. Luffy sinks into his damp chest, letting his eyes close. Content in the steam of their bathroom even as the water begins to run cold.

Zoro shields them from it in an instant, hugging both his boys from the side to finish their little circle.

Sanji tips to the right and they share a lustful, but lazy kiss. Luffy presses his mouth into Sanji’s pectoral when it vibrates as he laughs and damn near tears up.

How do they make me feel so complete?

It had never felt like anything was missing before, he didn’t feel like he had been a third of a person for all these years.

Now he knows he won’t ever be whole again if they leave him.

" You ready to dry off?" Sanji hums eventually since Zoro doesn’t seem especially bothered by the cold onslaught. 

Luffy shifts his feet as eager to continue as he is to free the greenhead," mhm."

The curtain screams as it reveals the rest of the bathroom. Little dewdrops suspended in the mist, the mirror left utterly useless with the fog.

Sanji steps out first, throwing open the door without a care before stepping onto their carpet with bare feet. 

Zoro comes next, holding his hand out to Luffy. Who giggles as he’s guided over the edge of the tub and into the dorm.

Their boyfriend is on the left side of the room, digging calmly through a set of plastic drawers atop a clearly untouched mattress. Bemusedly, Luffy eyes the one to the right, with its thick, soft looking duvet and hordes of pillows. There’s even a chubby, little reindeer plushie leaning back into the comfort.

Big, glossy black eyes stare right back at Luffy as Sanji pulls out three towels.

One forest green. Another lemon yellow.

And one rose red.

The green one flies through the air and lands in Zoro’s arms, who flaps it open before dragging it across his muscles. Sanji drapes his over his shoulders, walking over to deposit the last- gently- into Luffy’s open, stunned hand.

The ravenette is too busy looking down to notice the doey glisten to ocean pools, fingers shaking while they curl around the fluffy thing.

He opens his mouth, shuts it with a click. And opens it again," y-you… you guys got me a towel?" His tone is as fragile as the moment feels.

Is he reading too much into it? 

Why does this feel so… important?

" Course we did," Zoro chuckles gently without a second thought.

Sanji understands- he always understands- as he takes his chin. Their eyes meet, he glides his thumb over Luffy’s lip," we want you to come over whenever you want," he stresses with a smile. His lips replace his thumb," this makes that easier," tapping the towel for emphasis.

The graduate dives forward, hoping to hide the quiver of his own mouth against Sanji’s. His arms snake tightly around the blonde, wobbling on his tiptoes, desperately trying to deepen his frantic gesture.

Sanji just smiles into the messy thing, holding Luffy steady by his naked waist while lithe fingers dip in and out of the small of his back, just above the shelf of his ass.

The little one is slow to pull away. Praying- while he stares up into his absolute favorite shade of blue- that his embarrassing kiss and wide-open eyes can convey every weird, complicated swirl in his gut and heart. Every emotion flaring so strongly it’s almost painful.

His cloudless skies twinkle with starlight, like Sanji gets it because of course he does.

He’s just perfect like that.

" Honestly," Zoro’s laughing. A little loud and boisterous as he regards them," you two are so damn sappy. It’s just a towel," he says with enough adoration to fill the oceans. Says as he hugs Luffy anyway, squeezes him close anyway.

He’s so fucking warm . I can’t ever get enough of him , purring as Zoro nuzzles his hair.

Sanji clicks his tongue, sliding his towel from his shoulders. He twists the fabric threateningly once, twice. Then flicks out, precisely striking Zoro’s exposed hip.

The largest yelps like a disgruntled cat, leaping away from them both. Which Luffy thinks is unfair. 

He didn’t hit Zoro! So why does he have to be cold?

" It isn’t just a towel ," the blonde mocks in a deep, slow drawl," I swear, you don't have a romantic bone in your body." 

Luffy leaves them to their banter with a little smile. Finally ridding his skin of the water, he’s only pruning a tiny bit.

Zoro growls, rubbing his sore spot," oi! I’m plenty romantic!" His bark is harsh- hurt - even if only a little bit.

The firefighter-to-be pouts, heart jumping painfully beneath his ribcage. He looks up and Sanji’s already beaten him to it.

He’s already got his fingers on Zoro’s deceptively narrow waist. Is already reeling him in like a fish hooked. Despite his frown, the younger lets him.

" No, you aren’t," a delicate hand brushes through short blades of green with the blunt words. Then down past his temple, over his cheek," but you don’t have to be. I love you anyway," he says like an old promise.

Like Sanji says all of his I love yous , as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Zoro’s frown melts away, replaced with shy, avoiding eyes and the cutest kiss of pink across the bridge of his nose," shut up."

Sanji rumbles like a pigeon, smooching the blushing skin," no, I do love you. I love you with all my heart," he’s just teasing now, but is no less sincere as his pale hands frame Zoro’s face. Gazing at him like a dream come true," tellement grand et fort. My Zoro."

" Sanji," his bubbling laugh borders on a whine. Instinctively tipping into the peppered kisses, squeezing his hands.

His green-gray manages to catch utterly whipped golden-brown. Luffy’s pupils blown like he’s being touched all over again. But watching this somehow feels better than any orgasm.

His pink deepens to red, squeezing turns to weak prying," babe , stop it." 

" Why should I?" Sanji doesn’t let him get more than a step away. If anything, they’re closer now, properly breathing the same air," are you embarrassed?" Ghosting his mouth over Zoro’s top lip. Kissing right under his nose," don’t want Luffy to see just how soft I can make you?" While his fingers knead the meat of his thighs. A bit possessive as they grope.

Zoro blinks, looking dazed from his grip. As in love as his eyes are, there’s something else there.

Something pitch black and endlessly needy," no, because if you don’t…", he whispers, trails," you’ll be fucking both of us tonight."

It’s framed like a threat, but the older of the duo looks so goddamn excited about just the idea that it surely can’t be.

Sanji’s pretty cock- flaccid up until now- nudges against Zoro’s half-chub like a needy puppy," don’t threaten me with a good time, cher," he chuckles in warning. Stealing his upper lip for a half kiss," but you’re right. I’ll show you off some other time," he breathes, wistful," this is our baby’s night, isn’t it?"

Luffy nearly collapses on the spot, dropping his towel as he fucking chokes .

Our baby.

The phrase circles around in his head, swooping in cheerful circles like the first butterfly in spring.

Our baby.

His heart is pounding, he feels… elated. Over the moon, ecstatic.

Our baby.

They’ve been calling him baby all night. So why is that one making him so dizzy?

Because he’s their baby. How long has that been the only thing he truly wants to be?

They’re gonna kill him and he’s gonna let them because he’s their baby .

" Luffy," Zoro calls, sweet and thick despite the serious edge. Luffy could melt just from the sound alone. His heart is still doing somersaults," are you ready?"

One last chance to back out.

He knows that’s not completely true, knows they’d stop no matter when he asks, but there’s still something final about Zoro’s words.

One last chance to get rid of the doubt, theirs and his.

He swallows, balling up his fingers. They splay with his sigh.

He drifts past them, his knees are a little shaky as he lowers onto their bed. He leans back on his hands, sheepishly parting his thighs, as naked as the day he was born. Exposing everything to them in a way he hopes is at least a little sexy and not just awkward.

He’s blushing down past his nipples, past every little blemish they’ve left so far. He feels light headed as he admits," I wanna be yours and only yours," his voice is steadier than he expected. But he can’t lie to himself about a truth that simple. He meets their boring eyes and unreadable expressions," in every. Single . Way."

Luffy doesn’t personally know a single person more athletic than Zoro. He’s drooled over just a few too many post-gym pictures to doubt him, but he still never would’ve guessed he could move that fast.

He descends upon the smaller in all regards teen like a goddamn hawk. Catching himself on steel beam arms just before they collide. The bed rocks dangerously as he smashes their lips together in a passionate, desperate clash of teeth and tongue.

The graduate wraps himself completely around Zoro, a koala to his trunk. The greenhead shifts, supporting them both with a single hand while the other cradles one globe of Luffy’s ass, massaging it as he greedily swallows what little breath he had left.

They separate with a sloppy wet pop ," you can’t just say shit like that," he snarls against Luffy’s tongue. 

The ravenette’s lashes flutter, drunkenly taking in the crazed look his boyfriend is leveling him with as he licks tenderly into his mouth.

" Baby boy, do you have any fucking idea what you do to me?" 

The question had to be rhetorical because Zoro’s back on him before he can even begin to conjure an answer. Sucking hotly at his bottom lip until Luffy’s whimpering for him, fingers tangling as tight as they can in short spikes of green. 

He tugs in the same instant his hips begin a helpless, needy rut into the wall that is Zoro’s abdomen, fucking against his hands. Searching blindly for his treasure.

Ink-black spills over his pillow, head thrown back as their cocks finally meet once more. The scorching, but plush press of dewy skin, already sticky again from their shared pre-cum. Zoro twitches against him, groaning like a pained animal into the curve just beneath his mouth.

Luffy feels pride swirl thick in his veins, especially when the bigger one begins meeting him thrust for thrust. Each lazy grind is a reminder of what he does to them so effortlessly.

And to think, Luffy was afraid they wouldn’t find his little display sexy.

 The power floods his brain with enough confidence that he ducks down. Nibbling suggestively at Zoro’s lip, wordlessly begging to lead their next kiss.

The older accommodates him as always, simply parting with a sigh. He sinks into it, mouth wide as Luffy laps hungrily at the hollow opening of Zoro’s throat. Tongue gliding smoothly along his uvula. 

Luffy draws back eventually, full of Zoro’s spit and little sounds. A thin ring of electrified green shines around the darkness of his blown pupils. Gaze so lustful Luffy feels eaten alive just from the sight," Sanji, if you don’t get on this goddamn bed, I’ll take him without you," they cut back dangerously as he says it.

Actually, growls it is more right, Luffy stifled a giggle to himself, squirming.

Zoro’s always so steady and Luffy can just… ruin that. Sanji too.

The ravenette wants to take him more places, just to see how he is with strangers. To know the extent of his impact.

" Hmm?" Sanji’s hum is subconscious at best. A quick check reveals the low cast of his dark blue eyes. Licking slowly over his lips at the sight of Zoro’s ass between Luffy’s grappling thighs.

They must make a pretty picture. The contrast of their sun-kissed skins. Zoro tans darker than him, leaning more caramel when compared to Luffy’s vanilla-yellow. Sanji almost looks like he wants to pull out his phone.

He does continue eventually," what was that, mon coeur?" But his gaze never strays.

The blonde doesn’t even get another glance," you alright with it just being me and you, Luf?" 

Luffy’s laugh is sharp and maybe a little too loud, but it’s refreshing, knowing those two can bicker at even a time like this.

That even right here, Zoro and Sanji are still Zoro and Sanji, they’re always gonna be Zoro and Sanji.

And Zoro and Sanji love him. Even with all his inexperience, his hesitance.

They’re still gonna love him.

Spurred into action, Sanji beelines for the mattress," alright, alright," he placates. Clearly there’s some promise behind that threat," geez. You get so pushy when you want something," he scolds, smacking Zoro’s ass on his way to the bed’s head.

The widest doesn’t even flinch, almost seeming to lean up for more, but the springs squeak. Compressing as Sanji settles with his back against the wall. Luffy turns without a thought, watching as their pillows get pushed aside.

Zoro takes the opportunity to mouth his jaw, exploring the fresh meat while fair, thick thighs separate. Giving way to a perfectly clear view of his blush pink dick. Pearling pre and swollen again. His balls look heavy in their tidy nest.

The youngest groans, so throaty Zoro bites into it.

" Luffy," Sanji calls to him. A siren’s song luring him to his sweet death. He’s so enraptured the beauty doesn’t need another word. Just a dangerous, curling finger.

His lips quivering again. There’s something undeniable in the air now, even Zoro draws back from his mauling so Luffy can obey.

He creeps over on his hands and knees. Timidly pawing his way into Sanji’s lap like a new kit, straddling him properly before draping his arms over his shoulders.

Sanji cups one cheek, then his other. Making Luffy tremble as both thumbs caress in tender circles," you’re always so gorgeous," he recites like he’s reading a poem. Looking at Luffy like his every wish is right there in front of him," but you look especially pretty in my lap."

Luffy flushes a hot red, turning to hide in Sanji’s palm. Accidentally pressing back into the other.

He doesn't even hear Zoro move, just feels the sudden, unyielding press of his chest along his spine. His words directly into his ear canal," I couldn’t fucking agree more," he rumbles. Hands sliding down his sides, one joining Sanji’s on his ass," you okay with this position?" Voice softening that little bit.

Luffy needs a moment to collect himself. But he’s whispering into a perfect palm. His tongue alive with its own soul," you don’t wanna watch me?" Peeking back at the college student as his gut sinks into a single point.

Something in his expression must speak to that awful feeling. Zoro coos to him," oh, koibito. I’ll be able to feel you," he damn near cums from that filthy promise alone," so, I want Sanji to watch you. We can’t leave him out, right?"

Ah , the thought hadn't crossed his mind. He couldn’t be so selfish in the future. Three-way sex would be hard enough as is.

" Then yeah," he smooches the plush skin. Still timid as he traces the lines with his tongue," I’m okay with this position." 

Sanji shivers under the delicate touch while Zoro peppers a line of kisses from his ear and down his throat to his nape.

He nearly topples Luffy over when he leans in to rummage through the drawer, retrieving a bottle of lube that has his hips shifting. Just the sight of it makes this all so much more real and the next step all the more daunting.

" Do you want me to use a condom, baby?" He hums wetly into his flesh, placing the bottle next to Sanji without shutting the door.

Luffy pauses in his hand worship. An ugly frown digging into such pretty skin," what? Why?" He huffs. A little too sharp, just a bit bratty," there’s no way Sanji lets you touch anybody else."

It’s possibly the strangest, most untrue thing he could have said at that moment. Of course Sanji lets him touch other people, Zoro’s touching him right now!

Sanji’s responding laugh is a sudden burst of shocked amusement. His head knocking the wall," you know me way too well," he wheezes through a radiant smile. Glimmering like the oceans in his eyes," nobody can have mon autre moitié, but you," something teasing adds a twinkle to his already glowing expression," you must really be something special, huh?"

The stutter that ripples across every nerve ending of his soul is damn near painful. A Luffy-wide moment of complete shutdown.

They- this - were exclusive, he knew that, had from the very beginning, had wondered ‘ why him?’ the very first time he bore witness to their devotion.

But he was just special, nothing else.

He was just the luckiest man in the cosmos.

That’s all.

Zoro chuckles with his boyfriend, nosing at his collar bone," I just wanted to make sure," while snapping the drawer shut and popping the cap.

The bottle puffs when the slick gel is forced out. The sound of Zoro rubbing his fingers together is obscene, thick and wet and making Luffy flush all over.

His clean hand angles Luffy’s spine, massaging there as the youngest goes easily. He’s horizontal when the pushing stops, hips detached from Sanji’s powerful thighs and ass poking out for Zoro. Put on such a perfect display that the greenhead stops, just enjoying the sight for a moment.

" Sanji already got you loose. ‘M just gonna lube you up so it doesn’t hurt," he explains simply. Fingertips kissing the blushing wrinkles of his hole," remember," he starts, but Luffy finishes.

" If I want you to stop, I’ll tell you," he peeks over his shoulder. Only just brave enough to meet his eyes. The knot in his gut raveling tighter and tighter. And tighter," promise."

Something akin to pride strikes in his stormy-green like lightning. He leans down to steal a quick peck," you’re perfect," he says it quietly, like a reminder, before slipping inside.

Luffy’s gasp fans over Zoro’s face. The sudden intrusion leaves him groaning as his anus tightens around the digits. Sucking lazily at the slick things that feel so different from before.

It makes sense, in hindsight, but Luffy isn't exactly known for thinking ahead. That’s what got him here in the first place.

Zoro’s are thicker, forcing his muscles apart so much wider. And as gentle as he is, his callouses catch Luffy’s rim with each push and pull. An electric, burning hot feeling that makes his toes curl.

He turns to Sanji, knocking their foreheads a little too hard as they hook, mouth opening.

Fuck, the soap was nothing like this. The smooth glide makes it hard to breathe.

Sanji takes both of his cheeks. Pressing his thumbs carefully against Luffy’s eyes until they flutter for him," so beautiful," he praises. Black pupils leaving only a ring of blue. He brushes their lips, purring," can’t wait to see the faces you make when he fucks you properly."

The teen shivers, flexing in anticipation," stop riling him up, Cook," Zoro’s low, rumbling scold does awful things to him even when directed at Sanji. He jabs in a third," he has to relax." 

The largest’s other hand pets the backs of his thighs, squeezing the fat before peppering kisses all over his ass. Luffy wishes he still thought it was gross, maybe then it wouldn't be so obvious that they’ve fucking ruined him.

His digits slide out after. Then another wet, squelching sound starts up. One Luffy hadn’t known well in all his years before them. Now he’s an expert when it comes to the long, steady pumps of lubing up a dick.

He bullies his head into Sanji’s neck, hiding against his collarbone when his lip starts to quiver again. His heart pounding a loud cacophony of lust and fear and excitement and love and want want want want .

There’s a long moment of absolutely nothing. Then a huge, heavy hand splays out across his spine, pressing down," baby?"

" Luffy," Sanji noses his black mess, a kiss to his hairline," are you okay?"

Luffy blinks, drawing back slowly to look at his blonde lover. The older’s dark brows are furrowed, his pupils are smaller. His cock is softer.

Oh, he realizes later than he should have, I scared them.

Of course I did.  

" Sorry," he whispers, leaning his forehead into Sanji’s kiss. An embarrassed flush to his cheeks," I… I want this. I’m just… nervous, I guess." 

The chef’s hum tickles his skin, palm returning to his cheek," that’s okay. It’s normal to be nervous your first time."

" Mhm," Zoro assures into the nape of his neck. Equally as tender, but drenched with hunger," as long as you're not too nervous to talk to us," a deep squeeze to the back of his thigh," I have to be able to hear you, Luffy. Or we can’t do this."

His heart thumps like a child’s drum set in his chest, erratic and emotional. Overwhelmed by the warmth oozing from their comfort. So, it takes him a moment to understand the full gravity of Zoro’s words.

A moment for his entire being to flare a red so violent a rose would double take," that’s embarrassing, Oro!" He whines, petulant as he glare-pouts over his shoulder.

It isn’t like he would’ve hidden the entire time, just enough to feel human again when he looked back at them, enough to not just be a puddle of puppy love and hopes for a future. 

The athlete only chuckles at him, as fond as it is teasing. He shrugs," we could always stop right here."

His body retracts suddenly, lazily pulling away until they’re completely detached. Luffy shivers like a small dog, cold air washing over his spine and hugging him close while Zoro settles back on his calves.

Now he’s the one on full display, illuminated by the yellow-white of the dorm’s overhead light. Casting him in ugly shadows that do nothing to ruin the rugged handsomeness of his body. So meticulously defined with a throbbing cock that glistens with his every shift. Bobbing enticingly as pre-cum pearls along the slit.

" Holy shit, he’s drooling ," Sanji breathes in complete awe," and I thought you were cock obsessed."

Luffy yanks his hands from where they interlock between his chef’s shoulder blades to hide his face. With the lack of support, he falls forward, but he’s caught, always.

Sanji watches with the softest blue eyes he’s ever had the honor to meet while he desperately cleans the rivers of spit from his chin. Watching him like something otherworldly, Luffy just feels like an embarrassed baby.

" Be quiet!" His whine doesn’t help or the painful heat flashing across his skin. He sucks his lip, swallows, then whispers," I won’t hide," his fingers sink into the sheets. A reluctant vow, but when he peeks over his shoulder. The want- the need - swimming in his gaze is anything but," just… please, Zoro?" 

Zoro looks down at him, smirk arrogant, like he knew there was never a world where Luffy didn’t do as he was told. A predator that set the perfect trap. And yet," anything for you," in a tone so low it makes Luffy feel important.

No teasing, no bragging, just devotion.

Like nothing else is more important than him in that moment.

A shuddering breath fills his chest, wide hands returning to his hips. He shuts his eyes when the fat, damp head pecks his entrance. A kiss to the corner of his mouth has them opening just as quickly. Sanji’s already watching him, gaze a mirror to Zoro’s earlier worship.

Luffy thinks he isn’t worth it.

Zoro presses, he doesn’t open at first.

I got lucky.

A squeeze to his hip, a promising kiss to his nape and a tip bullying inside, forcing Luffy to give.

To take .

His lashes flutter, pupils blowing as a whine is torn from his throat. He’s fed inch and tortuous inch.

Slow and thick and hot and heavy.

So Goddamn heavy and he takes it.

Because Zoro and Sanji are giving it. Because to them, he’s special, he’s worth it.

And that’s enough.

Hours must pass before their pelvises meet, hours of Luffy stomach and lungs and heart and soul rearranging to make room for the sheer size of his boyfriend. His fingers dig hard into Sanji’s thighs, iron tough with soft skin.

A sob’s in his throat. A pathetic, wheezing sound as he’s stretched paper thin and he’s shaking.

It doesn't quite hurt, but it’s so much . With tears in his eyes, he tries to breathe around it, tries to relax his stomach and spine and be good .

Zoro rumbles the filthiest, sweetest nothings just for him. Lips curving into the cone of his ear. Breath molten hot and teetering on the very edge of what must be his self control.

What is it like for him? Is it as overwhelmingly, mind numbingly, all-consuming as it is for Luffy?

Is it good? God , Luffy hopes he’s good.

And Zoro knows. He must," so fucking tight around me. ‘S damn hot inside," he growls, feral," taking my cock so good ."

The void behind his eyes is lonely, but Sanji’s already lifting his eyelids, bringing him back here. To their dorm room, their bed.

Home.

Droplets spill over his cheeks and he kisses them away, kisses him quiet.

Luffy hadn't realized that his every breath was trailing off into a little whimpering cry or just how hard he was shaking.

Sanji pulls him forward until their foreheads touch, stilling him just like that, gazing at him in a way that makes his heart stop. His pupils are blown too, he’s breathing hard like he’s the one being impaled. The inky pools glisten, glittering in a way that should be impossible considering their color.

But of course his Sanji can find the stars in a black hole. He found Luffy after all, was the one to lead Zoro over that night. Sanji finds the poetry in him, all the value he didn’t even know he had.

And he smiles. Small and secret and just for them. Not even for Zoro, for them . Knowing in a way only they can share because Sanji knows .

Because Sanji’s been ruined and rebuilt by the very same cock.

And God if that doesn't do things to him.

" Wish I had recorded you," he breathes. A deep press of his lips," you look so beautiful taking him, mon petit amour. Tellement parfait pour nous." 

Amour.  

Luffy's smile is goofy and dazed as he swallows the words," Sanji ," he whimpers, needs . He doesn’t know what.

Sanji always does," Zoro, move."

And he does because Sanji said so. There’s no hesitation, no permission from the man himself. Just simple trust and years of love and the slow draw back of his hips.

The feeling makes Luffy want to fucking scream .

And maybe he is because he sure as hell isn't breathing, not with the feeling of that monster dragging through him. Leaving the dark, deep hollow it carved out in Luffy’s guts.

His very world rocks when Zoro shoves it back in, harder than the slow push from before, hard enough to punch the air from his lungs in a gasping cry.

He pulls out faster the third time, fucks harder into his virgin body, sends him colliding with Sanji’s chest. Helplessly, he scrambles for purchase and finds the blonde’s slender shoulders.

He locks the skin and the bone between his fingers, anything to keep him from floating away, anything to ground him as Zoro hooks his chin into the dip of his collar bone, yanking it right back out.

" Holy shit ," a snarl from deep in his throat as he forces thrust number four back into his virgin body.

Formerly virgin body.

Zoro laps at his skin like a puppy, sinks his teeth in like a beast," how’s that, daarin? Feel good?" He purrs like he already knows, content inside of him.

The obedient part of Luffy tries to answer, thrust number five fucks that right out of him as nothing more than a scream, loud and deprived.

Every single nerve in his body is on fire, withering in an inferno of Zoro’s creation. Roasting him alive with a sensation so intense he can’t even begin to worry about noise complaints.

That would require a brain after all and number six makes sure Luffy’s is dripping from his ears. It’s being replaced with the heavy, rumbling storm of Zoro’s noise. His groans and grunts and growls as he takes and takes.

A noise that isn't their own manages to echo in the room. Sanji’s like all those pretty little birds outside in the trees. His song is his and only his and Luffy presses into it like a male songbird to his mate. Opens his eyes just to see him.

He’s bright pink and his black eyes are foggy, engulfing the sinful scene before him with a lazy hand around his cock. Barely stroking, mostly watching.

Luffy looks down at it, all pretty and glossy between his thighs. So hard and throbbing in its bed of dark hairs. Spit globs over his slit, mixing with the pre there. It takes Luffy too long as Sanji chuckles to realize that’s his spit.

That he’s drooling, again .

Has he closed his mouth since Zoro started?

It doesn't matter because Sanji is kissing him, licking it away like some foreign delicacy, like a dish he made himself. Luffy sinks into it, anything to tether him to this mortal plane while thrust eight tries to send him to heaven.

Fireworks explode in his eyes as nine comes to a glorious close. It had felt so good the entire time- so much and so perfect - but the pleasure that ricochets up his spine and out through his scream is like nothing else.

That is heaven.

" Yes !" He cries to the Gods above. To the two right in front of him. The Gods that deemed him worthy and he begs ," there! Please , Zoro!"

Luffy’s a floodgate and he was just opened.

" S-so good, feels soo good," he’s lost track of Zoro’s thrusts. His boyfriend presses his forehead into his hair. His sweat drips down the vertebrae of Luffy’s spine and he fucks with just a little more purpose, a little more precision.

Luffy arches into his touch, his hips.

He gets on his Goddamn knees ," please, more ," his mind is gone. This is all he’ll ever be," Please don't stop. I’ll be good, I promise. Please, Zoro!" Sanji takes his quivering lip between his teeth, sucks and swallows around it as he cries.

This is all he ever wants to be.

" He’s so big, isn’t he, mon douche chose?" Sanji’s wrist is pumping faster, matching the relentless pound of the wild animal they share their pillows with.

It’s easier than breathing for him, following Zoro.

" So fucking big . Feel so full," like his belly’ll burst if Zoro gives him anymore, like he’ll fold him inside out," don’t stop! Please, Zo, please!"

The bed starts to creak, whining with him. Headboard pounding with the slap of skin on skin. Their own filthy, angelic orchestra.

Luffy thinks he can taste Zoro in the back of his throat, thinks he’ll be rocking with him long after this night is over.

" Hush, chīsana taiyō. I got you," he promises, fingers grabbing tight enough to bruise. His kisses are soft enough to make the clouds jealous," shit! Luffy, baby," then the predator buried into his skin is snarling, desperate and furious and possessive. His teeth sink in, somehow as deep as his cock, claiming.

Mine mine mine .

" Zoro!" His fingers tangle painfully tight in green strands. Yanking until he can feel it in his shoulder, right beside Zoro’s fangs.

Yours yours yours.

" Fuck, my boys are so gorgeous," Sanji’s pretty ass moans compliment them so well. The perfect amount of sweetness, just soft enough as the throbbing starts.

Gentle enough to remind Luffy just how much he fucking loves them.

" What am I gonna do with you two, huh?" The slick sounds of him stroking his cock. Some of that is his saliva.

Luffy wants all of that to be his spit.

Because they’re his his his .

Sanji shoves his head under his chin, forcing Luffy to bare his throat.

His claiming is more delicate than Zoro, treats Luffy’s neck as the soft spot it is. A place they could pierce to kill him.

He’d bleed out into their hands, maybe then he could hand over his beating heart so they can finally understand.

There is no me without the two of you.

Luffy sobs, overwhelmed with their devotion. Body singing with so much ecstasy it spills from his lips.

His dick aches and Zoro’s cock has tied knots in his intestines. His balls are so tight .

Are they gonna pop? Can they do that?

" Too good," he whines at last for mercy. Begs his Gods for salvation," too much," a cascade of tears down his cheeks. Sanji licks up the offering as they pull back.

Zoro grunts into his temple, his motions don't falter even as he worries," what is it, Lu? What’s wrong?" Into his blush red, burning skin. The bliss of their connection makes the baritone deeper, rougher like a pit of gravel.

Like he could swallow Luffy whole.

" I-I," a hiccup and another group of tears," I have to cum."

The blonde’s greedy tongue laps it all up, groaning at the salt of Luffy’s tanned skin," is that all, baby?" He kisses the corner of his mouth," I want you to cum just from Zoro’s cock. Can you do that for me?"

The youngest has the feeling he isn’t truly asking.

" Nooo ," he whines all the same, voice wavering," it hurts, Sanji." 

He kisses him, steadies his shaking mouth with his plush one. Holds him there until his breathing calms," yes, you can," he purrs the promise," you just need to relax."

" Sanji ," he tries to flutter his lashes. To puppy-dog his way to pity, but Sanji just kisses those too. An adoring smile on his lips.

" So damn pretty. Just listen to me, mignonne," their foreheads press together," want you to think about how good Zoro feels inside. How big and heavy and hot his dick is," he emphasizes each filthy descriptor with an even filthier kiss.

Luffy hates how well it works, how desperately it has him rocking back. 

" Think about how no one else is ever gonna make you feel this good, just us. Only us," to hear Sanji this greedy. So undeniably selfish in regard to him, so unwilling to share him for a moment.

" Only you. I’m yours," Luffy’s barely strong enough to hold himself up even with Sanji doing most of the work.

His penis- nearly spent and crying just like the rest of him- gives a hard twitch against his stomach. So content to be owned .

Though, unwilling to share isn’t the best choice of words.

" You’ll always be ours," Zoro declares into the bites littering his skin. Unyielding and unwavering as the ground beneath their feet," our perfect Luffy," his thrusts deepen further somehow. Prodding the food in his gut.

" Our sweet little baby," Sanji agrees. Stroking his taut shaft, eyes only for them," you’re our good boy, aren’t you?"

" Yes!" Luffy sobs out instantly. Nodding helplessly," I wanna be good, please."

" Then cum for me."

Luffy’s never experienced something so mind-bending in his life. If Zoro’s cock had fucked him stupid, this orgasm rewrites the chemistry in his blood. The DNA in his cells molds him into nothing but their Luffy.

Their boy, their baby to use and throw away as they see fit. To play with and take from. They could be selfish with him, chase their own pleasure and he’d let them.

He was made for them.

Instead, they have him cumming so hard his vision goes white. His cock pulses and thrashes, gushing onto Sanji’s calves and spilling onto the sheets. His nerves singing with pure, merciless bliss.

He can't hear himself screaming, he can feel it. Feel the ache building in the back of his throat, foretelling a rasping voice in the morning. His lungs tighten and tighten, wheezing as he goes too long without a breath.

He is fucking wailing, helpless to just how Goddamn good it all feels, has felt the entire night.

They’re perfect perfect perfect and they’re his.

Zoro never stops, just shifts to fucking into him at a more tender pace. His cockhead hitting agonizingly deep inside," there you go. Just like that, Lu," he rumbles behind his ear, sucking another hickey into his flesh.

" So damn beautiful when you let go for us," Sanji coos, kissing the tears from his cheeks as he sniffles.

The last beats of his orgasm pass, leaving his penis spent and limp as he trembles. He’s wheezing, barely able to hold his dazed eyes open. Especially when that delicious drag is still going.

He shies away from the patient thrusts. They're too fucking good right now. Zoro doesn't let him move very far, leaving another kiss on his ear. There’s a warning when he squeezes his hips, a promise that they aren't done just yet.

He nuzzles into Sanji, hoping to sway him with a pitiful little whine," too much ."

Sanji only shushes him, sweet but unwavering. Luffy knows a losing battle when he sees one. He just hides, leaning into the blonde’s petting," amour, finish up for me," he hums to Zoro when the smallest has settled. Resuming the slick stroking of his cock.

The greenhead groans at the confirmation," he feels so good I never wanna stop," Luffy sobs at the thought. Zoro silences him by pushing in hard and adjusting his grip. His rhythm builds, similar to before, but not as fast. Just powerful and slow drags of his heavy shaft.

" Oh yeah?" Sanji’s voice is breathy, his movements get a little sloppy," tell me how sweet he is."

Zoro’s hot breaths puff into the back of his neck," he’s squeezing me so tight . Like he never wants to let me go. Feels like he was made just for us." 

Luffy nuzzles deeper, a fire simmering low in his gut as they talk like he isn't right there. Even more so that Zoro’s thinking the same as him," I was made for you," his voice warbles as if he’s underwater. But the sentiment is steady.

The widest growls, yanking him back," I’m so close , Sanji."

Luffy breathes out helpless little whines as Zoro guides him through the motions, making him bounce on his cock. He claws at anything he can reach, the pink mush in his head is floating away.

Sanji leans forward, the room quieting to just the lazy, slick sounds of their dancing tongues, the click of their teeth," my Zoro," a prayer on his lips," let our Luffy feel you. Make him ours."

Shockingly, the greenhead shakes his head. Luffy can feel it on his hair," wanna cum together," his voice is noticeably more wrecked.

Their chef-to-be breathes out something of awe, so damn fond his little," love you so much," felt inevitable. They kiss again and don't speak another word.

They don't need to.

Luffy feels them both tense at the same instant. Zoro tugs, slapping them together hard enough for the sound to ring in the room. His nails bite into Luffy’s skin, a deep growl spilling from the seal of their lips. Pooling in the air like a lion calling out across his territory.

Its message is just as clear.

Luffy thinks he can feel the fat thing twitch inside him, a second heartbeat as it pulses, emptying deep inside. Deeper than anything," fuck, " he sobs. That thick, molten seed, it's better than hot chocolate in winter or soup when he’s feverish.

Sanji sighs with him, muscles relaxing as his cum trickles between the cracks of his fingers. Luffy looks down at it, mesmerized as he pumps himself through it. The off-white is so pretty against the pink-red of his penis.

The entire world seems to slow, reduced to their heavy breathing and lingering bliss. Nestled right alongside the adoration bleeding from his heart.

Luffy could cry he loves them so much. His entire body threatens to give out, tears pooling as he sniffs.

" I got you, Luffy," Zoro promises softly, wrapping an arm snug around his waist. Blending them chest to back as he eases his dick out.

The teen whines, feeling empty and hollow and incomplete , but it’s gone the second their hands are on him. Sanji’s clean one cups his chin, kissing the pitiful look from his face as Zoro easily picks him up. Adjusting him calmly until he’s properly seated against powerful thighs once more.

He curls tight around the blonde, a black-furred koala to his favorite trunk.

Zoro’s lips press down his spine. A smooch to each knot," how was that, baby? Was it good?" 

" It was better than perfect. Better than any dream," he mumbles damn near incoherently.

But it’s true, these two are always better than his dreams. Even when his fantasies are flawless, they shine brighter. Luffy thinks every little mistake is to blame for that.

Thinks he doesn't want perfection, just them.

Sanji smiles into his lips," that’s all we wanted," before kissing his temple," we’re gonna clean you up a little before bed. Okay?" 

Even in his sleepy state, Luffy pouts," no," he huffs, already sounding like a spoiled brat. 

He tries to pull back enough to look into the best shade of blue known to earth, but his bones are jelly and his muscles are liquid. So instead he flops completely into Zoro.

Luckily, the wide frame catches him with nothing more than a chuckle and kiss.

He puffs his cheeks," want you too, Sanj."

" Absolutely not," the firm answer contrasts the gentle kiss over a hickey on his throat. His incoming whine is silenced with a single look," you can barely keep your eyes open," he states obviously. Petting his stomach," you're cute, mon douche, but I’ll have you some other time."

He’s putty in his hands, but still stubborn enough to argue. Or, try to, at least.

" He’s right, Luffy," Zoro agrees, pulling him closer somehow. Another bout of affection, a nuzzle this time, silences him for good," no more sex for you tonight."

He turns, nosing his short hair. Lashes fluttering," not fair."

" Life isn’t fair," Zoro hums helpfully," babe, hand?" He nods to it, dripping white and hanging awkwardly to the side.

Sanji smirks, presenting the soiled thing to a visibly eager Zoro.

His expert tongue curls around it, grooming the sperm from the webbing between lithe digits and across a soft palm with a happy noise in the back of his throat.

He swallows, licking over his teeth while Sanji leans in to kiss both of their noses. The twinkle in his eyes make both boys fucking melt ," alright," he purrs at last," clean up time." 

Zoro collects a limp Luffy into his arms, allowing Sanji to slide out from under him and stand. He stretches out his gorgeous Goddamn body while Zoro lays Luffy on his stomach. Carefully adjusting the pillows beneath his head.

His eyelids each gain 20 pounds as he sinks into the body-warm sheets and springy mattress.

He’s blanketed by Zoro’s impossible heat for a moment, another kiss on his lips," gonna wet a rag for you, okay? We’ll be right back."

Luffy would’ve begged him to stay, tried to convince them to put off cleaning until the morning, but…

Well, all of that would require him to actually be awake, wouldn’t it?

Quiet, but truly angelic noises guide Luffy from the void of sleep like a big hand on the back of his neck. He doesn't know what time it is or how long it's been, just that he needs it closer.

He needs it to never stop.

When his eyes drift open, his siren is already there, well, a part of him is. The fair expanse of Sanji’s hip welcomes him to the waking world as a lazy head of soft green bobs up and down. The pair are lit mostly by moonlight. They had opened the curtains at some point.

The white glow and deep as night shadows make them all the more ethereal.

Luffy shifts just a little, not wanting to disturb Zoro’s peace, but also so desperate to see more.

He’s never seen the bigger so peaceful. His eyes are closed, expression relaxed in pure bliss. He kneads Sanji’s wide thighs like a cat, occasionally leaning forward to nuzzle his belly.

Zoro’s so beautiful like this, so damn cute with a flush on his cheeks and not a hint of tension in his body.

Luffy looks up to the lucky blonde, who watches with sharp eyes, but a dopey expression. So completely taken by the sight that he hasn’t noticed their little voyeur. His pupils are blown, lips parted around those sweet noises that got Luffy here.

Something like jealousy flares low in his body. He doesn’t know of who, doesn't think jealous is the right word at all.

Disappointed maybe. He wishes they had woken him up- don’t leave me out - and let him watch. He’s been dreaming of this exact sight all night .

" Sorry, Lu. Did I wake you up?" Sanji doesn’t look at him as the lustful, rough thing fills the silence.

Slowly , Zoro’s eyes blink open, pausing in his motion. A slender hand cups the back of his skull, easing him right back down.

He just Goddamn melts , whining as he sinks lower and closes his eyes.

" I’m glad you did," Luffy’s quick whisper assures, sleepily shimmying up the wall. He wants to cling to this peace a little longer. Before the real world starts back up and he has to be human again.

This angle is much better. The red stretch of Zoro’s lips, the exposed ripples of his broad back as it vanishes beneath the duvet just above his ass. He hadn't noticed the marks littering his tanned skin before.

It must be Sanji’s favorite spot, Luffy can only imagine what the blonde had been doing to have Zoro in such a position.

" He looks so pretty," Luffy really needs more words for them, but it’s not his fault it's true," he’s perfect," he decides eventually.

Amazingly, the pink splashed between his eyes spills further, darker. Nose tucking into the almost black nest pillowing Sanji’s balls.

The youngest doesn’t know if it’s his words or the reaction that pulls a wistful sigh from Sanji’s throat," he really is, isn’t he?" The boundless love pouring from his expression makes up for the void-like maw of his eyes. Even the emptiest depths of space twinkle with stars after all.

But then, Sanji looks at him and his expression shifts. Easing into something newer, something with a future. Luffy feels like he’s the one with a full throat.

" Me and you got pretty lucky, huh?" The way his chef smiles at him, like he had read his thoughts from before.

Luffy’s chest aches as Zoro whimpers, squirming under their praise.

His heart could fly away, drop right into their laps. And he risks it all to smile back- smaller than his usual grin, but somehow infinitely more sincere- and say," the luckiest."

The smallest leans in, nuzzling the crown of his head into Sanji’s neck. It draws the cutest little laugh from his boyfriend and something that sounds like tickles , but Luffy’s shuffling even closer.

He finally settles when they’re completely flush and the weight of his still sleepy brain is for Sanji’s shoulders to carry. He doesn’t seem to mind, turning just so to half kiss his forehead before both turn back to their private show.

There’s something about the occasional stutter to the chef’s breathing. The way his neck rolls and his still swollen lips part. It’s so damn satisfying to watch to the point that even with arousal warming his gut, Luffy doesn’t feel the need to touch himself.

Just getting to witness Sanji being pushed closer and closer to the edge by a mouth the young ravenette now knows so well is all he needs right now.

Maybe forever.

It isn’t until much later while he’s playing with the fingers not scratching Zoro’s scalp that he wonders," why were you two up?"

His blonde hums, acknowledging him but not answering right away. He digs his fingers in a little deeper instead, prompting eyes up to him.

Though, eyes may be generous. In reality, their lover’s oil-spilled, hazy pools barely manage to find his gaze. So heavy with content they threaten to close with every blink.

" Zoro was having a hard time sleeping," Sanji muses eventually," this calms him down."

Luffy makes a contemplative, almost whining sound. It's interesting that Zoro doesn't just enjoy giving blowjobs, they actually help him. 

But what could’ve upset him enough that he couldn't sleep ? His Zoro?

Luffy has- honest to any and all Gods- seen him doze while standing against a brick wall.

Was it our date?  

He thought he had made up for that, thought they didn't care.

Sanji glances at Luffy for just a moment, softening," mon beaux," his voice dips even lower somehow. Unbearably tender as he addresses Zoro, blinking at him," why don’t you tell Luffy what’s wrong."

The teen squirms. So it had all been my fault.

You can't even fix a mistake properly.

Zoro pouts as well as one can with a penis spreading their lips, but Sanji carefully plays with the little tufts along his hair line.

The pitiful face melts away just like that and he pulls off without any more fuss. Though he does take the time to press a worshiping kiss to his flared tip. His eyes are low.

Surprisingly, it’s that submissive, almost shy gloss over his eyes that has Luffy swelling against the sheets.

" It’s…", he trails, trying to swallow the heady roughness of his voice. 

All while his lips ghost over the taut skin of Sanji’s slick erection. So alluring it’s hard for Luffy to focus.

He tries again," ‘s thinking about what you said earlier. How that idi-", the blonde pulls his hair. Zoro clears his throat again," I mean your friend ," he corrects himself sharply. Damn near growling the word," said you’d’ve to catch up to us since we’ve dated for four years."

Luffy’s head bounces along like a cheap bobblehead, mostly subconscious while he tries to swallow around the lump gradually building in his throat.

They want me , he tries to remind himself. And he understands that, but…

But that doesn't change anything , not really. Doesn't change that they don't even need to speak half the time. Or that Luffy can barely keep up with the words they do use.

It doesn't change that Usopp had been right, he is far behind. Still stuck at the starting flag when they’ve long since crossed the finish line.

" ‘Nd I know… that us loving you won’t change that. But," he finally meets his gaze.

His pupils have receded somewhat, leaving behind that beautiful green-gray that fills his daydreams. So sweet, so earnestly adoring just for him that he can almost let it all go.

Could pretend for the rest of his life that those years don't matter. Let his worries fall to the back of his mind and stay there.

But Zoro isn’t done," Luffy, I don’t love you the way I love Sanji. I don’t want you in the ways I want him." 

His illusion is shattered like cheap glass, leaving him behind in fragments of all he had been. So damn small it feels like the world is suffocating him.

He can’t breathe .

It can’t end like this. 

Didn't we have a good night? Wasn't I good?

Zoro, please don't leave me.

" The ways I want you and how I love you are yours . And only yours," he grabs the hand still holding Sanji’s like he knows. 

Like he can see the splintering cracks threatening to split into millions of pieces. He takes it like Luffy’s fragile.

He feels fragile right now.

" Sanji can’t give me that, four years be damned. You don’t have to catch up, baby, because you and I aren’t the same. We won't end up in the same place," he squeezes the mess of skin tones and fingers. He smiles at the tangled ball," so, let’s just enjoy learning how we fit, okay? Promise me you won’t try to be Sanji for me because I want Luffy. I want you ."

Surely, there’s only so much fluid a body can produce in one night. Scientifically speaking, Luffy has to be dried up. Has to have sweated and cried and drooled and cum enough that he can’t make anymore. Right?

The rapid flow of crystalline tears drenching his cheeks say otherwise. The downright ugly , sobbing laugh he chokes up says otherwise.

But even with his vision clouding and his teeth clicking, he’s never felt so light .

Like his own Sisyphean boulder has finally been dropped from his shoulders.

He gasps freely for air around his giggles. Pawing at his eyes with both his empty and full hand. Whimpering," shit ," he feels like he’s going crazy. He can't stop laughing, can't stop the stupid fucking grin yanking at his cheeks," didn’t know how much I needed to hear that."

The way Zoro lights up casts away whatever haze was left from his blowjob. Sanji coos into his scalp, arm tight and getting tighter around his naked figure.

" I promise," he nods hard. Finally ridding the last of his tears. He kisses both of their knuckles, an apology.

But more importantly, a promise .

" I don’t want to be your Sanji or your Zoro," he pulls away from the culinary student. Looking up at him instead," I wanna be your Luffy. Always ."

Sanji just draws him right back in, kissing the last bits of wet from his cheeks while Zoro rears up on powerful arms, selfishly stealing his lips. 

Luffy goes pillow-soft, eagerly licking the taste of Sanji from the greenhead’s tongue. His flavors are pungent and sharp even if they’re second hand. His musk made all the better by the underlining notes of Zoro .

" It’s settled then," Sanji assures into his chubby cheeks. Luffy’s pretty sure it’s not baby fat anymore, but the scholar smiles broader as they squish for him. So, truly, he doesn't mind," can’t wait to see where this all goes. Where we all go."

They both linger on his tastebuds when he falls back, breathless. He’ll get a proper taste of them both one day.

But for now, he pecks Zoro’s nose and whispers, embarrassed," I’m glad you feel better," and he really is," but… can you… finish Sanji anyway? I… I wanna watch," he bleeds pink in the moonlight and they both chuckle at him.

Only they can laugh in his face and make him feel irreplaceable.

He thinks the day Sanji and Zoro consciously make him feel worthless will be the day hell freezes over while the sun implodes. 

" Oh, baby," Zoro rumbles so deep in his chest it fills the night," I’ll always get my boys off," this is the third wink of the evening, but it’s still so ruggedly sexy in a way so purely Zoro that it has his dick in a vice grip.

The massage therapist kisses a path down Sanji’s chest. Teasing the grooves of muscle embedded across his torso before settling between his thighs like a second home.

He kitten licks the dewy tip until the blonde’s sighs turn impatient, some of that softness lost with the tension as it dissipates into the air. Luffy eagerly gets comfortable, and he could really get used to this.

But he already is. They’ve wedged themselves into his life so completely that there isn't a moment he doesn't think of them, even if only in passing.

Where will we go? He smiles to himself. They already fit well, but he wants to see where they settle completely.

What does his finish line with Zoro or Sanji look like? 

What about his finish line with Sanji and Zoro?

Luffy has absolutely no Goddamn idea and that is a little scary. But as long as he’s between them when he crosses it, he can be brave.

Though, he may be too giddy to be patient.