Vinsmoke Sanji (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
notadartboard) wrote2014-08-05 11:07 pm
notadartboard) wrote2014-08-05 11:07 pm
Museboxing
[It didn't matter where the rest of the crew had gotten to, Sanji was sure they were okay. They were with Luffy, right? And Luffy would look after them. He and the stupid marimo had their own problems now.
Stupid marimo indeed, getting lost and necessitating someone to hunt him down. They had been ambushed just as Sanji found him, and while it didn't seem like too tough a fight, the huge friggin' dinosaur-dragon-thing that decided to crash the party only made it worse. Both they and their foes scattered, and after a few too many hits, they realized the only way to get out with their lives was to run and hole up until it got tired of hunting and wandered off.
That's how they came to be in this cave, at least. Behind a waterfall, no less.
Sanji hid his limp as he prowled to the back of the damn space echoing with the roar of the falls. It was drier and quieter further back, though it cut off a significant portion of daylight. He had his lighter, at least, and dug it out to give them a quick burst of light. Hmm, nothing dangerous in here. Good.]
C'mon, let's make ourselves comfortable. We might be here a while.
[ow, his side. He hisses and lets the light flicker out for the moment, hiding his painful wince.]
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[Sanji lifts his head and fixes him with a certain look.]
I'm not a toy you can pet. You wanna do something with me, it's going to be good for both of us and not just you. And I need a little more than just a hand on my dick to get going, especially since you're not a lady. [beat] I need more than just a touch.
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Who had said anything about that? Well.. he supposed, he imagined, it would lead to that eventually.]
I wasn't going to go straight for your dick, asshole, I just wanted to touch you like this.
[but he can't even give an example because now he's uncertain about the whole thing. The most he can do is keep a hand on the small of Sanji's back]
Tell me what you want and I'll do it. [since otherwise he'd never figure it out] But I'm not good at the kissing crap so don't expect perfection until I've trained in it a bit.
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[he lets out the hugest sigh ever, even if it strains his ribs. He wants to beat his head against the wall, or that muscled shoulder, whichever is closest.]
You giant seaweed-brained idiot marimo jackass. When I asked you what you meant you should have just fucking said so instead of leading me to believe you wanted...other stuff!
[Yet, he's not pulling away. If anything, he sags against Zoro, so completely out of his element that he really doesn't care how much they touch anymore. His forehead comes to rest on Zoro's shoulder, tiredly.]
I must be out of my mind. How about this...just, do whatever you want. Whatever was in your thick head in the first place. If I don't like it or it's too far, I'll tell you so. Can you manage that?
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Which Sanji seems to agree to in not so many words but yes. Fine a compromise. He grunts in acknowledgement and waits til he's calmed down a little. But he really doesn't want to do it like this so...
He nudges Sanji to turn around, letting the man rest with his back against Zoro's chest. Much easier this way. Plus those damn hands of his are less likely to cause distraction. He rests his head against Sanji's, liking how nice his hair smells despite the sweat and blood overtones of everything-- and slides his hands down Sanji's stomach, pulling his shirt out slowly before slipping his hands inside, feeling the warm solid ridge of abs underneath his fingers. Fuck yes.
He dips his head a little so he can speak low in Sanji's ear]
Isn't this better?
[and he moves his hands slowly up his stomach ghosting over his sternum and up onto his chest, until he finds a nipple under his thumb and hums appreciatively]
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Not bad, not bad. Mind the ribs, though. I'm already going to have bruises, you know.
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Not bad is not something wants to hear though-- He'll show this asshole not bad. But is somewhat distracted by the sudden hand in his hair.]
fuck
[damn. he didn't mean to say that--and definitely wasn't going to lean into it at all. He powers through the sensation somehow, determined to get Sanji as into this as he was before, all closing his eyes and wanting it.
As for how to do that he's limited, since he doesn't really know what Sanji likes and asking would defeat the whole purpose. Keeping his ribs in mind and not wanting to give him more bruises than he already had, he moved his hands back down to Sanji's waist, rubbing his sides before dropping his hands to those damn hips, just feeling them under his palms.
He tilts his head a little, nibbling at Sanji's neck with just the barest hints of teeth. He wants to do mure but is suddenly unsure of going too far.]
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The touch to his neck surprises him, though, and he sucks in a breath sharply. If he's not into kissing then what...? Tingles run down his spine at the sensation, he can't help himself - it doesn't matter who's doing it, apparently, his body enjoys it all the same. His hands slide over Zoro's where they are, trapping them.]
...you'd better not leave marks, marimo.
[at least, not anywhere that he can't cover up by keeping his tie straightened up.]