#protestant-knight

As soon as the door closed behind them, Zoro was tugging at the blonde’s vest and maneuvering him toward the cream-colored chaise on the east wall.

“You damn moss, be careful, these are expensive,” Sanji protested quietly as Zoro laid an open-mouthed siege along the pale skin that was slowly being exposed.

He let his legs give as the chair’s frame hit the backs of his knees, the arms he’d snaked around Zoro’s neck dragging the other man down with him. He let his shirt fall from his shoulders as his lover nudged the material down his arms and tossed it aside.

“Watch it, numbnuts, I said-”

Zoro kissed the argument from his mind, a tortuous tongue invading and drawing a soft moan from him as his hands tangled in the green hair.

The larger man hovered above him, his dark eyes staring hungrily down upon the blonde, “If you don’t want me to rip them off, you better help you shitty barkeep…”

Sanji smirked up at him, his hands already on the other man’s belt.

They shed the remaining articles from their bodies with about as little fuss as they could manage, “You’re paying for that you shitty bastard,” and Sanji found himself in Zoro’s lap as the security head jacked their swollen erections between them. The blonde ran his hands over the caramel planes of the other man’s back, rubbing teasing the fine hairs at the nape of his neck as he tongued the gold in Zoro’s ear. Sanji laughed softly at the shudder in the green-haired man’s breath when he nibbled on the adorned lobe.

“Raise your hips,” he said with all the subtly of a blasted

Tommy gun.

“I’m not ready yet asshole.”

“Then let me get you ready…”

Sanji scoffed but rose up on his knees a little, hissing as he felt a fingertip trail down his spine and into the cleft, circling agonizingly slow around the puckered skin.

“You are not doing this dry!”

Zoro quirked an angular brow at him, smirking like the blonde had given him a prime opportunity for mischief, “Then you better get to work dart-brow.”

He drew the hand back, wiggling the digits in Sanji’s face as they came into his gaze. The bartender glowered at him, but the light squeezing around his base prompted him to get a move on.

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