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Zoro wiggled from his spot on the floor, his knees feeling weak after 30 idle minutes.

He was naked, face flushed, and feeling faint embarrassment as Sanji sat nonchalantly at his desk. The chef hummed a random tune as he wrote a shopping list on a sheet of paper, feathered pen tapping so softly that Zoro could almost see his looping cursive dancing behind closed eyelids.

Zoro had his wrists tied behind his back with thick brown rope, small gold clamps on his puffy nipples that matched his earrings perfectly, a long chain connecting the two, twinkling across his tanned, sweaty chest. His swords were tucked into a corner of the room, but still in the green-haired man’s view; Sanji was so considerate.

Zoro’s dick hung heavy between his legs, tip almost as red as his face, a small vibrator secured to his cockhead. The air made his sensitive member twitch, causing him to shift again with a small sound. His heart raced, unsure of exactly what the cook had planned, but he knew he had to stay silent.

But it was so damn hard. Sanji had a porthole cracked, the wind sending goosebumps up his arms and shocking the perky nubs on his chest, which throbbed at the continuous press of the clamps.

Zoro grunted at the satisfying throb, and Sanji let out a sigh, the sound sending a nervous pang through the swordsman.

Sanji turned in his chair, leaning over the back with the remote in his loose grip. He squinted at Zoro, clicking his teeth, “Mosshead, you know I’m busy, right?” He questioned, holding up the list and shaking it.

Zoro nodded, but the blond continued, “I guess you’re a little bored right now, aren’t you?” He concluded with a shrug, standing up and walking towards the other, letting his hand rest in his short green strands.

The sword user let out a breath, eyes falling closed again at the feeling of soft hands scratching against his scalp. It was comfortable; he could almost sleep like this.

Suddenly, he’s jolted from his trance when the vibrator clicks on. His body pitches forward, a moan tumbling from his slick lips.

“Oh, fuck.” He rasps out, curling in on himself while pleasure shoots through his cock, the stimulation surprising him. He shakes when Sanji grabs the dangling chain between his pecs, tugging softly to pull him back into position.

Zoro hisses, his leaky cock jumping from the sharp pain of his sensitive nipples being tugged on. He swallows gulps of air like he can’t get enough, and Sanji pulls again, making the man keen.

“Is that better?” Sanji asks teasingly, squatting down to his level and flicking his right nub, turning the vibrator up another level. Zoro squirms and lets out a drawn-out moan, thoughts too distracted to form a response.

“What’s your color, mossy?” Sanji purred, scratching Zoro’s chin with a kiss to his cheek, the actions successfully grounding the man.

“Green.” Zoro mumbles, flinching at the feeling of warm hands on his face.

“Perfect,” Sanji says with a smile, pressing a kiss onto the swordsman’s plush lips, breaking away to lick the trail of drool coming from the corner of Zoro’s mouth.

“You’re gross,” Zoro says with a face, making the cook laugh, soft and twinkling.

“You’re distracted,” Sanji replied, hand coming up to unclip the clamp on his left nipple. The blood rushed into the freed nub, and Zoro let out a sound of pain as his back arched. Sanji rubbed the fat, red point, his other hand stroking the man’s steady-vibrating cock.

Zoro whimpered, body hot and electricity going up his spine. His core was on fire, toes curling, and legs numb. He felt like his whole left side was throbbing, Sanji still dragging his thumb up and down his weeping nipple.

“S-Sanji,” He huffed, body twitching, “I’m gonna… I’m…”

Sanji turns off the vibrator, removing it completely from him, setting it down neatly. Zoro’s head was spinning; he was confused. The chef took his hands off him, the only stimulation being the heat from his abused nipple. He felt… disappointed; lost for a moment.

“Sorry, dear. Did I ruin your orgasm?” Sanji says with a wide smile. “I just feel like you could do it another way.” He suggested, voice sounding kind, but his hands moving harshly against Zoro’s chest.

Zoro’s eyes scanned Sanji’s body, falling onto the bulge in his dress pants. It made his dick leak at the thought of Sanji being just as turned on at this as he is. He humped at the air, eyes getting wet when the cook finally released his other nipple, the pain and pleasure mixing and making his brain foggy.

“Come on, mon amour,” Sanji says, pushing Zoro down off sore knees onto his back, sitting down on the swordsman’s lower stomach. Zoro felt a burn of shame; he was so flushed and sweaty, cock shining with pre-cum, chest bruised and ruined, while Sanji was still fully dressed, a snarky smile on his face as he expertly played with his body.

Sanji dipped down, sucking on Zoro’s left nipple, causing the large man to wiggle under his mistrations. He pinched his right nipple, making him whimper, sucking harder and pressing his legs together to trap Zoro when he tried to thrust upwards.

The blond sucked hickeys into his chest, loving how the normally stoic pirate was struggling under his touches.

Zoro felt lightheaded, his body craving release while he resisted begging Sanji to grab his aching cock. His arms prickled in their place, trapped behind his back, his legs feeling like static, and he felt a twinge with the swell between his thick thighs.

“I’m close.” He groaned, struggling to keep his eyes open, body tight with need.

“Go ahead, love,” Sanji said into his chest, kissing and nipping at his beautiful flesh.

Zoro shuddered, the touches on his skin going straight down, and he stuttered out a moan as his cock jumped, spilling his cum all over the back of Sanji's pants. He whimpered at the inability to move, orgasm filling his vision with spots, and he spurted the excess, feeling too hot and too overwhelmed to move anymore.

Sanji kissed him softly all over his face, rolling him over to untie his wrists. He rubs them, pressing his lips into the lines of red. The cook cradles his head, running his hands through Zoro’s hair to relax him.

“Good job,” Sanji mumbled into his hair, giving him a couple of minutes to rest before taking care of him.