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Honestly, the path kept moving under Zoro’s feet and he was giving up on trying to keep track of it. There was a bounty out here, and he was sure he’d know it when he saw it, either on the path or off it. If that guy back at the bar was telling the truth, the Heart Pirates were docked nearby. That meant Trafalgar Law was nearby.
He’d gained a reputation as a ‘Pirate Hunter’ a while back, a name he’d found easy to live up to. Most newbies were no match for his skill with even one sword, and it made a decent living. The bounties weren’t great practice and he didn’t want to get rusty while he waited for the chance to challenge a big name, so he managed with what he found. Except, there was one bounty that had slipped past him.
“So the rumors are true,” came Trafalgar’s now-familiar drawl, Zoro’s hand instinctively dropping to the hilt of his katana. “Did the Pirate Hunter come looking for me? I’m flattered.”
A rock clattered on the ground in front of him before Trafalgar used his power to appear in its place, close enough to touch if the pirate stayed still. When Zoro drew his sword, Trafalgar had already jumped back, his nodachi drawn to match. Their blades clashed, the metal ringing against each other as they met, blow after blow. A feint brought Trafalgar into his space, letting Zoro slice through the fabric of his shirt.
When Zoro grinned, Trafalgar Law smirked back.
Fights between matched parties were slow-going, scraping and clawing for ground until one slipped up and the other was victorious. Last time they’d met, Trafalgar had gotten the best of him, leaving him with cleanly amputated arms courtesy of his ability and blood streaming from the superficial cuts along his abdomen. This time, Trafalgar was sloppy.
“The Surgeon of Death isn’t so tough, huh?” Zoro asked, pinning down the pirate’s arms before he could reach for his fallen nodachi. Trafalgar struggled in his grip, blood from his split lip drawing Zoro’s eyes to his mouth even as he gritted his teeth at the taunt. “Your form was so messy, I almost wonder if you wanted me to catch you.”
That got the expected huff in reply, but Trafalgar’s teeth snapping in his face was still a surprise. “Enjoy it while you can, Pirate Hunter.” Trafalgar leaned his head back, stretching his neck for Zoro’s eyes to trace while his tongue darted out to find the cut on his lip.
There was a reason they kept letting each other get away.
A laugh escaped Trafalgar as Zoro buried his face in the exposed hollow, the sound vibrating the skin where Zoro placed his mouth. “Easy, Hunter-ya. No biting.” Zoro pressed his teeth down in defiance, but kept the pressure light enough that it wouldn’t leave the ring of marks he’d prefer to see. Cuts and bruises were supposed to be there, but a bite would be hard to explain. On his neck, at least.
“Like you’re one to talk,” he grumbled, remembering the time he’d been stupid enough to let Trafalgar bite his cheek until it bled. It was a good memory, but people had kept asking if he’d been attacked by a dog, which would only be funny if Trafalgar was there to get offended. With extended time between their meetings, neither of them could even appreciate leaving a mark – not that it stopped them.
He’d gotten Trafalgar good this time, with a sluggishly bleeding cut on his arm and a slice that ran across his stomach. When he’d gone for the middle, he’d been careful even though he knew Trafalgar could handle himself; he’d been aiming for the button of his jeans but missed when the pirate dodged him. Still, there was plenty to work with.
“Keep your hands up there,” he ordered, squeezing Trafalgar’s wrist hard until the other complied. With his own hands free, he shoved Trafalgar’s shirt up and pressed a thumb to the button he’d missed, scraping the jeans over the new cut.
“Ow, shit!” Trafalgar complained, not moving except for the natural flinch of his stomach away from the pain. It was more telling that his hips shifted, legs spreading to make more room for Zoro between them. For the trouble, Zoro grabbed one of Trafalgar’s thighs, fingers sliding over spotted fabric as he shoved Trafalgar’s leg farther out of the way. The pirate groaned at the treatment, which only made Zoro grip him harder.
Rucking up Trafalgar’s shirt even more, Zoro asked, “Do you want me to stop, doc? Or was that your way of saying ‘harder’?” Not waiting for an answer, Zoro pressed his palm down, disturbing the injury without touching it directly. Trafalgar curled in on himself, muscles tensed, and Zoro enjoyed the feeling of smooth skin against his sword-calluses. His hand ventured higher, tracing over ink and teasing across sensitive nipples, before returning to the streak of red he’d left at Trafalgar’s waist.
Trafalgar’s voice was breathy as he argued, “Do you actually want an answer? Or do you expect me to just roll over for you?”
Zoro took a second to think it over, inching his fingers toward the rift in Trafalgar’s skin just to see him squirm. He pushed hard, making the pirate flinch, but Trafalgar kept his hands beside his head. “You’d roll over if I asked nicely?” he questioned, smiling as he shifted both hands to clutch Trafalgar’s hips and prevent the man from escaping. If he gave Trafalgar an inch he’d be the one on his back, and Zoro was enjoying the view too much to let that happen. “You’d be good if I told you to?”
Right on cue, Trafalgar flushed red across the bridge of his nose, above where his teeth were bared like a threat. Zoro knew just how hard he could bite and, if he was lucky, he’d be leaving the island with a few more wounds to heal than came from their fight. “Fuck off.” Since the words were weak, Trafalgar finally defied the order and moved his hands, fisting one into the thick of Zoro’s hair while the other settled on his shoulder. “Stop playing around, Hunter-ya. Unless you changed your mind?”
“Not changing anything,” Zoro answered immediately, squeezing Trafalgar’s hips tighter until the breath rushed out of him and his legs twitched. Pressed so close, Zoro could feel Trafalgar’s interest against his stomach, growing with every bit of pain. “But hands off,” he complained, making no move to force Trafalgar to obey. He was too busy for that, peeling his fingers off the pirate’s skin to see the bruises forming beneath. Zoro shifted to get the reddened patches in his mouth before Trafalgar could reply, pushing his tongue over the shapes of his fingertips and scraping his teeth over the damp left behind.
The hand in his hair yanked, only making Zoro lock his jaw around Trafalgar’s side, the image of drawing blood too tantalizing to give up. “Ngh- Let go!” Trafalgar demanded, even as his hips grinded into Zoro’s chest, twitching for the barest bit of friction. Zoro didn’t loosen his grip, instead reaching around Trafalgar and seeking out the spot on his lower back that always made him arch.
Zoro finally followed Trafalgar’s pull, draping himself over the pirate properly. That was obviously a trap, something Zoro would’ve recognized if Trafalgar grinding against his collarbone hadn’t made all his blood rush south. Trafalgar immediately swapped their positions, settling hard on Zoro’s hips. The blood smeared around his mouth was slight, and Zoro knew he had to look worse after tearing a chuck from his prey. His fingers found the divots of his teeth in Trafalgar’s side, pushing in until the pirate grabbed his arm.
“Can’t keep your mouth to yourself?” Trafalgar groused, more to himself than Zoro, while he undid his jeans with his free hand. “I told you not to bite.” His palm flattened over Zoro’s chest before he could attempt to flip them, nails biting into his rougher skin in warning.
“What are you gonna do about it?” Zoro grabbed Trafalgar’s wrist in return, sliding over the hair along his forearm. For all the posturing, Trafalgar’s forehead was damp with sweat and his arm shook almost unnoticeably where it pressed against Zoro. “Looks like you’re one hard grind away from ruining those jeans. Wanna prove me wrong?”
Trafalgar glared down, the shift of his weight dragging their crotches together and apart again. “I fucking hate you,” he lied – Zoro knew it was a lie – as he took the challenge with enough enthusiasm to make Zoro fumble for a handhold. He grabbed the bite mark by accident, but squeezed harder when it made Trafalgar spasm on top of him. “You’re,“ he started, trailing for a moment when Zoro used his newfound grip to force Trafalgar’s hips harder into his own. “You’re insufferable.”
Zoro laughed, reaching for Trafalgar’s back to make him press closer into his hunter. “That’s a big word, doc.” The fact that he hadn’t gone on a long-winded speech about Zoro’s manners meant he was doing something right, and the desperate shifting of Trafalgar’s thighs told him the other was nearing the edge. Just from that? “You enjoy suffering, huh?”
The pirate curled his lip, but the intimidation was lost when Zoro took his arm again and yanked him down. Horizontal now, it was trickier to shove Trafalgar across his front but more rewarding to hear the hitched breath right in his ear. “Don’t even think about it,” Trafalgar growled, bracing his hands against the ground while Zoro shifted him however he pleased. A thin noise escaped when Zoro rocked his own hips up while shoving Trafalgar’s down, abandoning the back-and-forth grind to instead crush his prey against him. “Stop it!”
It helped to know that Trafalgar didn’t want him to, not when he said it in those words. “Or what?” All it took was one more hard grind, trapping him against Zoro even while he writhed at the stimulation, for him to pop.
Trafalgar finally moaned, balance faltering while Zoro worked him through it. Zoro wasn’t known for being a giving lover, or really a lover at all, but it was different with Trafalgar. Once the pirate had what he wanted, he got... generous.
Climbing off Zoro, Trafalgar took a moment to stare at the picture he made before returning to whatever task had encouraged him to get up. Zoro would’ve let him stay as long as Trafalgar didn’t mind Zoro grinding on his thigh for a few orgasms. But instead, Trafalgar stripped off his jeans, grimacing as they stuck to him. “Strip, or I’ll get creative.”
He obeyed, since listening was the quickest way to get what he wanted, and tossed his layers aside to make a more comfortable ‘bed’. They were still outside on the island Zoro couldn’t remember the name of, but the secluded area was probably the only reason Trafalgar had approached. He was more careful than Zoro – at least before they started anything.
Trafalgar pushed him until he laid down, the pirate pressing Zoro’s thighs apart with his shoulders. “Don’t touch me, and hold still.”
That was all the warning he got before Trafalgar dipped his head to sink teeth into Zoro’s side, the same place Zoro had bitten him. If he did it hard enough, they’d both be bleeding there. “Fuck.” Those teeth were sharp, and the burn radiating across the new injury made him want to drag Trafalgar closer and tear a hole into his tongue. He settled for two handfuls of grass until Trafalgar was too distracted to do anything about some disobedience.
“That’s good, Hunter-ya,” Trafalgar praised, licking over the print of his teeth and gathering the blood on his tongue. “Why weren’t you this patient earlier?”
“Was that you complaining before? It sounded like you were moaning.”
Trafalgar’s flush returned, but he retaliated with a dry hand around Zoro’s base. “What was that?” His fingers tightened to the point of discomfort, and the slight twist in his wrist made Zoro twitch; he struggled not to push into the hold.
“Wanted to make you come,” he amended, since it was true and Trafalgar’s ego loved to be stroked almost as much as Zoro did. “Didn’t wanna wait.”
“Aren’t you a gentleman?” Trafalgar asked sarcastically, maintaining his grip as he pressed his tongue along Zoro’s length. His mouth was hot compared to Zoro’s skin, and the brush of tongue was enough to pull broken grass into his fists. Trafalgar never did anything halfway in Zoro’s experience: he gave head like he never planned to stop. The exploring tongue gave way to a fire-hot vice around his dick before Zoro could prepare, forcing a grunt from his chest.
“Just like that,” he said, since he knew it would make Trafalgar shove him farther down his throat. Compliments worked the pirate up quick, which was great if he wanted to trick Trafalgar into a second round. He was still on round one, but he would go for two the second Trafalgar let him. Probably why Zoro was forced to keep his hands to himself.
Trafalgar pressed his tongue hard against the underside while the whisper of his teeth dragged across the top, threatening Zoro to hold still or enjoy the consequences, and Zoro nearly broke the rule there. When nothing happened, Trafalgar hummed, a pleased sound that made him arch into Trafalgar’s mouth. The pirate’s free hand reached lower, finding thin, sensitive skin and pressing nails into it. He nearly broke there, too, but Trafalgar was still tracing patterns with his tongue, which meant he was thinking too hard to let it slide.
“Law,” he managed, the build-up in his abdomen making his breathing short and the movement of Trafalgar’s tongue making his thoughts blurry. The man in question sucked harder at the sound of his name, Zoro’s head thudding against the ground as he struggled to keep his hips down.
Shoving further into his space, Trafalgar took him deeper, throat flexing around him, and he finally snapped. Zoro’s hand locked around Trafalgar’s head, keeping him there while he bucked his hips into that heat. A sound was muffled in Trafalgar’s mouth, and surprise tightened his fingers around Zoro’s balls past the point of pain. Trafalgar didn’t let up, and Zoro shoved at the pirate’s head until his nose was buried in wiry hair.
“Let go,” Zoro panted, eyes shutting briefly as Trafalgar moved his tongue, “or I’ll keep you like this.” It wasn’t much of a threat given how much Trafalgar seemed to be enjoying himself, but he wouldn’t last much longer.
Trafalgar looked up, considering it, and the view nearly pushed Zoro over all by itself. His mouth was slick, drool making his skin shine, but he was unbothered as he came to a decision. He squeezed gently, making Zoro rut forward.
His mouth stayed lax for Zoro to use, tongue flat for a smooth glide. Trafalgar decided to move his hands, taking two handfuls of the hunter’s thighs and holding tight. Zoro chased his pleasure, forcing Trafalgar’s head down and pulling his hair to make him groan. With Trafalgar’s cooperation, it wasn’t long until Zoro was shaking through the aftershocks of the pirate’s continued sucking and shoving him away.
Sitting up, Trafalgar made a show of stretching his shoulders before letting his tongue hang out. The spend dripped, helped along by the spit that had already been escaping, and Zoro was transfixed. He reached before thinking, grabbing Trafalgar’s tongue between his fingers. The pirate’s eyes narrowed but he let Zoro explore, fingertips running over sharp teeth and scraping cum from the farthest corners of his mouth. When Trafalgar finally bit down, probably irritated, Zoro retreated.
“Now my mouth tastes like grease, too,” Trafalgar huffed, nose scrunching. “Thanks for that.” He complained, but he was hard again and unclothed enough for Zoro to appreciate it. There was one layer left, not that it was hiding anything.
“Two more,” he said.
Trafalgar’s expression turned indignant. “What? I just-“
“For you.” Maybe Zoro got generous too, or maybe he just wanted Trafalgar to come so hard he passed out. He looked good when he was fucked past reason, and Zoro didn’t get to see it often enough. Plus, two would be just in time for Zoro to fill out again.
His face turned red, a scoff leaving before he could manage any words. Zoro didn’t wait for him, placing a hand on Trafalgar’s back and shoving him to the ground. He was distracted enough to be uncoordinated, barely catching himself on flat palms, and slow enough to let Zoro get the upper hand.
“Relax,” he said, tugging at Trafalgar’s hips to encourage him to get onto his knees. Zoro’s head was still fuzzy from the orgasm, and making Law whine sounded like a great idea. He moved until his crotch pressed comfortably against Trafalgar’s ass, leaning over to get his hands on the pirate’s chest.
Trafalgar spit into the grass but didn’t fight the positioning, pressing back into Zoro to hear him hiss. “Fine, two. Not three.” After two, Trafalgar might forget to stop him.
He squeezed the muscle, scraping his palm over Trafalgar’s nipples for the reaction. Trafalgar’s arms locked at the elbows, keeping him steady even when Zoro picked one to pinch. He couldn’t see what he was doing, but the dark lines of Trafalgar’s tattoos were right in front of him and Zoro saw no reason not to lick them. Trafalgar’s body rolled, unsure which point of contact was worse, so Zoro pressed his chest to Trafalgar’s back to keep him there.
“Just two?” he teased, hearing Trafalgar’s heavy breath now that he could bury his head back into his prey’s throat. Zoro gave into temptation easily, biting down on Trafalgar’s neck despite the earlier commands not to and skimming fingers over his chest.
Trafalgar gasped, pressing back into Zoro like he might escape, and found the air to complain. “If I didn’t set a limit, you’d kill me.” Zoro sank his teeth in deeper, and Trafalgar made a punched-out, vulnerable noise. “What did I fucking say?” he demanded, bowing his head, which did nothing to dislodge the hunter.
Zoro only pulled back when he tasted fresh blood, and even then he only moved to get Trafalgar’s earrings into his mouth. Trafalgar could stop him if he wanted to, no matter what Zoro was doing.
“Don’t dent my earrings, asshole,” Trafalgar warned, distracted from the follow-up threat by Zoro’s hand cupping him through that final layer. “Careful!” Zoro wasn’t, pressing the heel of his hand into Trafalgar’s covered length and feeling the shake in his shoulders from his jolt.
“What’d you say?” Zoro taunted with his lips against the warmed metal, slipping his fingers beneath the waistband and purposely grazing that slice on the way down. Trafalgar pushed into his hand, a choked noise catching in his throat. His breath caught too once Zoro got a hand around him properly, spreading the lingering wet from Trafalgar’s last orgasm and finally pulling off the last of his clothes. “C’mon, Law,” he goaded, paying special attention to the head that had grinded through jeans to reach him.
“Go fuck yourself,” he managed after a pause, but it wasn’t very effective when Zoro felt his jaw clench. The hunter tugged at the hoops with his teeth, letting go just before Trafalgar tossed his head back.
“Yeah?” Zoro asked, scanning the other’s shoulders for a good place to bite. If he chose right Trafalgar might lose his balance, which would let Zoro really pin him down. “Thought you wanted to do that.”
“Maybe I... changed my mind,” he breathed, shuddering in Zoro’s arms when he picked up a rhythm and tongued at the newly bleeding mark on Trafalgar’s neck.
Zoro hummed, nosing at Trafalgar’s ear until the pirate tilted his head. “You want me to leave you like this?”
“Smartass,” Trafalgar bit out, risking his balance to reach a hand back. Zoro waited to act, instead letting Trafalgar shove his face back toward the mark. “I was promised two more, wasn’t I? Wouldn’t want anyone to think you aren’t a man of honor.” The words were cheap, but Zoro knew the game he was playing.
Taking the invitation, Zoro pressed his teeth back into the dents they’d left, holding fast when Trafalgar’s arm wobbled. The blood paired with Trafalgar’s quiet noises was enough to have Zoro shifting his hips, but he didn’t mind taking care of Trafalgar first – easier to do what he wanted when the other was too fucked to complain. He firmed his strokes, using his hand on Trafalgar’s waist to push him along with them.
After the firsts for both of them, Zoro’s head was clearer and Trafalgar seemed to be thinking a little less. Could’ve been better.
“Ow, what the hell?!”
Zoro wasn’t about to apologize, mouth filled with blood and hand tight around Trafalgar’s base.
“Asshole. I’m talking to you,” Trafalgar gritted out, the movement of his shoulders enough to push Zoro away from his neck. “Fucking- Zoro! Hand off my dick or I’m decapitating you.”
He held his ground against the threat, running his thumb along Trafalgar to force his hips into an aborted thrust. “I heard you,” the hunter replied once he’d swallowed, “but you should keep talking.”
“Keep-“ Trafalgar broke off before he could finish his scathing comment, his steadying arm nearly giving out when Zoro switched from a punishingly still grip to a punishingly fast pace. Zoro let him settle, waiting until the pirate’s hips pushed back into his own to tighten his hold again. Trafalgar cursed, a word Zoro didn’t recognize except for the tone. “What do you want me to say?” The words were placating, but Zoro felt the murderous tension in his body.
Squeezing Trafalgar’s hip with his other hand, he considered his options while raising it to circle around the pirate’s throat. “Anything,” he decided, applying enough pressure to feel Trafalgar’s swallow against his palm.
Trafalgar squirmed in his arms, rubbing against Zoro’s front and whittling away at his patience, but gave in. “Fine, I’ll play along with your sick fantasies,” he said, Zoro feeling the breath of Trafalgar’s laugh as he stroked the skin of his neck as a reward. He made a noise when Zoro picked up his tempo again, but did as requested: “Do you know how many diseases you can con...tract from blood?” Zoro had clamped his hand down, but Trafalgar persevered.
“Sexy,” he said, deadpan.
The pirate shoved his hips back into Zoro’s. “You weren’t specific. Should I also tell you the disease progression?”
“Like you’d let me die from something like that,” Zoro denied, starting again at Trafalgar’s insistence. It wasn’t like Law would be getting off until Zoro wanted him to, anyway.
Trafalgar took the slow pace as an opportunity to place his other hand on the ground. “Wouldn’t I?”
Zoro leaned back to trace a finger lightly over the man’s spine, watching Trafalgar’s shiver follow his touch. He ghosted over pale spots but didn’t mention them. “You tried to kill me four times before I bent you over. Don’t think anybody’s looking to replace me.” Draping himself over Trafalgar again, Zoro added, “And I’m special.”
Despite the scoff, Trafalgar didn’t disagree. “Are you planning to wait until the Navy shows up, or..?”
With Trafalgar’s guard lowered, Zoro fit his palm to the nape of the pirate’s neck, pressing down until Trafalgar’s back was arched and he’d conceded to rest on his forearms. Keeping one hand dedicated to holding Trafalgar down, Zoro used the other to pull his hips closer. The pirate sighed, but Zoro couldn’t tell if it was general annoyance or specific to him leaving Trafalgar neglected for even a second.
“Don’t complain,” Zoro said before Trafalgar had the chance, positioning him and reaching to press fingers to his lips. Teeth met them immediately, but Zoro hooked the tips behind them, tugging down until Trafalgar opened his mouth. Either tired from his latest performance or too irritated to play along, Trafalgar kept his tongue still, not offering to help in the least. Zoro pet his tongue anyway, feeling the twitch of the muscle and the slick slide of saliva.
“Seeing as I’m the only one testing your skills,” Trafalgar started, tensing up when Zoro pressed his newly-wet fingers against the target, “I think I should be giving feedback.” Seeing as Trafalgar was the only one he was fucking, it wouldn’t make much sense to learn anything aside from this pirate’s preferences.
The muscle here gave way to Zoro too, letting him press one finger up to the first knuckle without much resistance. He shifted it lightly, slowly pushing deeper until he could properly curl it within Trafalgar. A second finger followed, taking care not to stretch too roughly; this wasn’t the kind of injury Trafalgar would tolerate, and it wasn’t fun unless Trafalgar was trying to force himself back onto Zoro’s fingers.
“You’ve gotten better at this,” Trafalgar commented, Zoro barely blinking as the other created a room and tossed something at him. “I’m surprised you remember anything at all.” Of course Zoro remembered, since Trafalgar had decided to teach by demonstration.
He coated his fingers with the offered oil before continuing, pressing a hand against Trafalgar’s back once the pirate made a more positive-sounding sigh. “You wouldn’t keep coming back if I was bad,” Zoro replied, spreading his paired fingers and reaching as deep as he was able. The walls shifted as Trafalgar tightened and relaxed around his intrusion, and Zoro kept up his exploration.
“I didn’t say you were good,” the pirate said, just to be contrary. Zoro, looking for less commentary like that, wrapped his hand around Trafalgar again and set a slow pace. “Hurry up,” he demanded, twisting slightly to glance at Zoro. His chest wasn’t against the ground, only his forearms, and it would’ve been easy to force him down that small distance. Zoro didn’t, only stroking him more roughly in defiance. With his hand wet, Trafalgar probably wouldn’t even bother to complain about that.
“Be patient,” he answered, drawing the words out to match the slow drag of his fingers within Trafalgar. He was already leaking onto Zoro’s hand, and it wouldn’t take much more to push him over the edge again. A third finger fit with the careful stretching from the first two, and Trafalgar finally pushed back into him, the movement small enough that Zoro doubted he’d done it on purpose. Zoro hadn’t found the right angle yet, so he kept searching, thumbing at Trafalgar’s head to hear the hiss of his breath and make his muscles flex.
Trafalgar, never one to let Zoro do something unsupervised, shifted his hips. Zoro didn’t argue, content to let the pirate direct him to the right spot; once he had it, Trafalgar wouldn’t be interfering. He let out a frustrated growl before reaching down and grabbing Zoro’s wrist, moving the hunter’s hand like a toy. Zoro was wrong about two, since he was already aching and Trafalgar hadn’t had one.
“There,” Trafalgar announced after some messy fumbling. Zoro had to focus on the glide of his hand over Trafalgar’s dick to prevent himself from just forcing the man flat and taking what he wanted. Trafalgar would probably let him, which only made him harder.
He could listen when he wanted, and Zoro tried to keep track of the position and angle as he shoved his fingers in against the spot Trafalgar had marked for him. The effect was obvious as Trafalgar dropped his head, hand slipping from its hold on Zoro to brace himself. Zoro spread his fingers wide as he pulled them back, making more space for later before he plunged them back in. The pirate’s thighs shook, so Zoro abandoned Trafalgar’s length to grab one of those instead. He widened Trafalgar’s stance, feeling the tension in the other’s muscles at the change.
“You close, Law?” Zoro asked, pressing in to get more of Trafalgar’s skin against his own. Trafalgar’s legs tried to shut, but the hunter held one aside easily, squeezing tighter when the show of strength made Trafalgar pant. “Go ahead.”
Leaning heavily on one arm, Trafalgar put a hand to himself, the slide loud enough for Zoro to sync his fingers to Trafalgar’s pace. He held fast as Trafalgar twisted in his grasp, knowing he’d moved his hand wrong when Trafalgar whined high in his throat. Zoro’s name sounded good like that, but he shifted his fingers until Trafalgar’s stroking sped up.
“Zoro,” Trafalgar called again, body twitching as neither one of their hands slowed down. “Can you..?”
“Anything,” he said dumbly, sinking his teeth into Trafalgar’s skin without needing any clarification.
Trafalgar neared his end, rutting forward into his own hand and backward into Zoro’s, compressed between stimulation the way Zoro knew he liked. He was so hard it hurt to even brush against Trafalgar, but he kept his fingers at the right angle, holding the pirate’s thigh wide while he cried out and came.
Zoro slowed to a stop while Trafalgar caught his breath, placing a cum-covered hand against Zoro’s discarded clothes without seeming to notice – good. The hunter licked a line through the sweat on Trafalgar’s back, tasting salt on top of the iron already coating his tongue, and jammed his fingers back into Trafalgar.
“Wait!” Trafalgar hissed, pulling away a few inches before Zoro hauled him back by his thigh. He was shaking more now, dick probably still dripping the rest of his orgasm, but Zoro had made a promise.
Zoro twisted his fingers inside, grinding them deep into Trafalgar’s body without worrying about the angle. His captive prey gave a quiet moan, curled in on himself, and then Zoro pulled his fingers out entirely.
“Give me a minute,” Trafalgar complained, voice muffled, and Zoro ignored him, setting hands on Trafalgar’s hips to turn him onto his back. The pirate’s face was flushed, lips red where he’d likely been biting them, and Zoro took a moment to appreciate the view. Trafalgar’s chest rose and fell quickly, but he still taunted, “Just gonna stare?”
He leaned down to bite at Trafalgar’s mouth without replying, pressing his fingers back into the stretched entrance while he settled over Trafalgar. The other’s knees locked around Zoro’s middle, hips canting upward while Trafalgar shoved his tongue between Zoro’s lips like he was hunting for blood. When Zoro managed to snake his own into Trafalgar’s, the pirate sucked hard, making Zoro grind against the back of Trafalgar’s thigh. The sweat wasn’t enough to ease the way, but Zoro was too focused on Trafalgar’s weak, breathy noises to mind the pain in the friction.
“You gonna come again?” Zoro hoped so, because the wet heat around his fingers had been dizzying before Trafalgar tried to suck Zoro’s tongue into his own throat. A hand had clawed its way into Zoro’s hair again, tugging whenever Zoro’s fingers hit just right, and, if the promise of fucking Trafalgar stupid on his dick wasn’t right there, he could almost come just from that.
“You’re, ah, fishing for compliments,” Trafalgar managed, tightening his legs around Zoro like the hunter had somewhere else he’d rather be.
Slowing down, Zoro watched Trafalgar’s reactions to make sure he found the right spot again. “Y’sure that’s not you?” Trafalgar’s thighs spread apart on their own, inviting Zoro in closer. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You’d do anything if I called you pretty.”
“Stop. Talking.”
Zoro laughed, continuing to dig his fingers into the warm, flexing walls while Trafalgar fell apart. “Make me,” he challenged, since Trafalgar couldn’t. When a hand rose to cover Zoro’s mouth, he ducked to the side, mouthing at Trafalgar’s ear. “You look good,” he praised, which wasn’t something he’d usually say – except that it was true, and telling Trafalgar that made him claw at Zoro’s shoulders while he rocked back like he’d die if he couldn’t come.
Trafalgar’s earrings warmed against his tongue, Zoro staying close to hear Trafalgar’s bitten-off cries. His nails dug lines into Zoro, the sting only making the hunter drill his fingers into Trafalgar harder, shoving and shoving until Trafalgar hit his peak and exploded up his stomach, untouched this time.
Zoro shifted to position Trafalgar’s hips, lining himself up once he’d drawn his fingers out and slicked himself with the oil. He waited with as much patience as he could, running gentle fingertips over Trafalgar’s waist and tracing the path his orgasm had taken across his skin. Two so close together had to ache, and Zoro wanted to see what a third would look like; if he’d be loud, if he’d cry, if he’d bite.
“You’re trying to kill me,” Trafalgar panted out, flat against the ground without a scheming or conniving thought in his head, just how Zoro wanted him. “And I’m letting you, for some reason.”
Trafalgar’s hips nudged against his, legs curling back around Zoro to pull him in, and Zoro didn’t try to resist. The muscles squeezed him tight, wringing a groan out of him at the pressure around his length after so long without. Trafalgar’s thighs shook worse, but he shoved Zoro deeper, like he’d forgotten about that ‘only two’ demand. Zoro wasn’t good with words, but he knew what Trafalgar was asking for and was more than happy to give it to him.