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“I don’t know what happened! I followed the recipe!”
Luffy was glowering at a loaf pan on top of the stove which had what looked like a charcoal lump inside, hard as a rock. Honestly it could probably be used as a weapon, knock someone out—like the middle-aged man two doors down that sometimes played his tuba at four in the morning.
Ace, who Luffy urgently Facetimed just a few seconds ago, laughed. “Oh man, that looks awful! You sure you followed the recipe? Or did you half-ass it and skip steps?” He clearly knew his sibling well, especially his penchant for impatience.
Luffy started to fidget. “Well, it asked for a LOT of ingredients and some I didn’t have enough of! And then it took forever to cook!”
“How long?”
“An hour. But when I checked halfway through it looked barely done so I turned up the temperature.”
“So you do know what happened,” Ace accused, raising his right hand to tick off fingers in front of the phone camera.
“You skipped steps.” Finger one; Luffy’s right eye twitched.
“You didn’t have enough ingredients, which means the measuring was off.” Finger two; Luffy was now pouting.
“And finally, you cooked it at a higher temperature than what it originally called for.” Finger three; Luffy’s nose flared. “No wonder it looks like something that came straight from an active volcano.”
“The recipe was stupid, anyway!” Luffy finally proclaimed after his brother flashed him a smirk when he was taking too long to respond.
“Sure, blame the recipe,” Ace snickered. He then added thoughtfully, “If you’re really serious about learning how to cook, I’m sure Sanji would be willing to help.”
Sanji, their mutual friend (and Ace’s crush but Luffy didn’t know that part…yet), was a month shy from graduating top of his class at culinary school. He had plans to open his own restaurant soon after, his signature dish of Coq au vin already leaving quite the impression on even the pickiest of chefs.
Luffy groaned. “Not that serious. I just wanted to do something nice for Zoro since he’s been stressed out lately.”
“Any idea why?”
“No. He doesn’t like to talk about his job once he’s home. Only wants to focus on us.”
“Good man,” Ace remarked, tone fond. “I didn’t know doing something nice for him meant trying to kill him with…whatever that is,” he added with a cheeky grin. “But to each their own.”
“Ace!”
“Kidding! Listen, you know he’ll appreciate that you tried. He’s too crazy about you to get hung up on tragedies.”
“You consider this a tragedy!?” Luffy exclaimed.
“Well, maybe more of a travesty,” Ace amended.
“You’re not helpful!”
“You’re the one who called me, little bro. Don’t know what you were expecting.”
Luffy pinched the bridge of his nose before looking up at the nearby wall clock. “Great, I have like half an hour before he’s home.”
“Are you seriously going to try and pass that off as dinner?” Ace sounded horrified.
“Of course not!” Luffy sputtered, sounding equally alarmed. “I’ll have to think of something else. Gotta go!”
“Yep, good luck!”
Luffy ended the call before immediately trying to rack his brain for a solution. Food was already scarce in the apartment since they skipped their usual grocery store run last week, so he certainly hadn’t helped by using a significant number of ingredients for a meal that was a bust.
He let out a noise of disgruntlement before banging his forehead once on the pantry door, grabbing the knob and turning, a cursory glance given to what was inside. The only thing that would work in such a limited amount of time was cup noodles, easily heated and ready to go by the time Zoro got home.
But that seemed too bleak for a Friday night. Luffy did not want Zoro ending his work week with heated-up broth and chewy noodles.
“So much for doing something nice,” Luffy muttered as he slumped against the kitchen counter, his disappointment and frustration made worse when he looked over at the sink filled with dirty dishes. A big mess and nothing to show for it.
As he started to fill the dishpan with warm water, Luffy reflected on the past few weeks—specifically, how Zoro had been coming home more stressed out than usual, yet still pointedly dismissing questions pertaining to work.
But the physical manifestations couldn’t be denied: a wearied face, normally straightened shoulders drooping, and footsteps that shuffled through the apartment, as if no energy remained for proper steps.
Luffy disliked seeing his husband so worn out. He knew the corporate world could be ruthless but lately it felt ridiculous. Sometimes he’d start to go on a rant if he was feeling particularly feisty, but Zoro always shut him up with a kiss before telling him not to worry about it. And that would be the end of that.
Luffy turned off the sink once the dishpan was sufficiently filled, setting his sights on the loaf pan first. He grabbed it and walked over to the nearby trash can, pressing the foot pedal to make the top spring open. The pan was then overturned and…nothing. Turns out the attempted meal had been so badly burned that a chisel would probably be required to get the charcoal lump loose.
“You’re kidding.” Luffy gripped the pan so tight that his knuckles turned white. Well, he didn’t have a chisel handy, nor did he have the time to find an alternative tool. So he did the next best thing, which was to toss the whole pan out.
He sighed as he took his foot off the trash pedal, turning around, a flash of red-and-white catching his eye: the gingham heart apron that Zoro had bought for him a couple of months ago. It had been tossed haphazardly onto the dining table before Ace was dialed in a panic.
And while on that subject, Luffy wasn’t really sure why he called—it’s not like Ace could have performed a miracle and fixed the meal for him. Still, his brother was a comfort, even amidst the relentless teasing.
Luffy walked over and picked up the apron, feeling the material between his fingers before he brought it up to his nose and inhaled. He was surprised to find that, in spite of everything, it still smelled fairly clean.
This discovery made his brain click, and slowly he was starting to get an idea.
If he couldn’t offer his husband a home-cooked meal, then maybe he could offer him something else.
“It's the weekend, Roronoa! Time to party!”
Zoro took off his computer glasses and rubbed his tired eyes as he felt his co-worker clap him once on the back. Grunting from the impact, he asked, “Did you finish the report for Ethos?”
Johnny fished his car keys out of his work slacks as he answered. “Just a few pages left.”
“Audit will be here next week.”
“That’s all I’ve been hearing. Audit this, audit that. What’s the big deal?”
“I’ll give you a pass since you’re fairly new here and haven’t gone through one of these before, but audit can make or break a company depending on their findings.”
Johnny froze. “Shit. Should I work on it over the weekend?”
“I highly encourage not taking reports home, even if it is to catch up.” Zoro started packing his briefcase. “You won’t get paid for it, plus it’s never worth cutting into personal time.”
Zoro briefly thought about Luffy. If any job he worked ever kept him from spending quality time with his husband he’d be quitting in an instant, no matter how good the pay was.
Johnny jangled his keys. “I guess you’re right. I’ll have to do my best to finish it Monday.”
Zoro shot him an appraising look. “You think you can manage that without rushing it?”
“No idea, but I’ll try.” Johnny started to walk towards the elevator. “Have a great weekend!"
Zoro waved dismissively, the fluorescent light above glinting off his silver Timex watch. He placed his computer glasses back in their case, shoving them into his desk drawer before locking it up. After sending one last email he logged off, relieved that today marked the end of his unusually heavy workload.
The past few weeks had been nothing short of hectic. Preparing for audit was never fun, and since the company had taken on new clients since the last review, the quantity of reports was higher this time around.
Although more people were employed recently they weren’t all aware of just how crucial the situation was, as Johnny demonstrated. It meant that the more seasoned workers, Zoro included, were asked to pick up the slack.
Grabbing his suit jacket and placing it under his arm, Zoro then clutched the handle of his briefcase before walking over to the elevator and pressing the call button.
Honestly he couldn’t wait to get home, eat, and cuddle with Luffy. He had survived another audit preparation and now looked forward to everything settling down to a tolerable level.
As he stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby, Zoro recalled how hard it had been lately dismissing Luffy’s concerns. There had been times he wanted to at least give a reason, but then he would be going back on his rule of no work talk in the household (unless it was a critical or emergency situation).
Sure, he could answer Luffy’s simple, “How was your day?”
But not, “Why are you stressed? Did something happen?” and a myriad of other questions he tried to sneak in.
The reasoning was simple: he didn’t want to concern Luffy with things that ultimately didn’t matter. And they really didn’t, not even to Zoro—all that mattered was coming home safely to his husband, holding him in his arms and kissing his face off.
There would always be a job out there somewhere for Zoro, but there was only one Luffy.
Zoro’s heart skipped a beat. Luffy still had such an effect on him, even after being married for almost two years. He truly was his person.
The elevator came to a halt, doors opening to the large lobby that had a massive fountain in the middle with a fish statue. Zoro took a picture of it once to show Luffy, who asked if they could have one in their apartment, instantly pouting when Zoro challenged him on how he was getting it through the door. The compromise was a small Zen fountain with a toy fish shoved in that now resided in the corner of their living room.
Zoro sauntered across the lobby to the sliding glass doors, the cool night air hitting him the moment he stepped outside. He took a deep breath before continuing his trek to the bus stop that was stationed a couple of blocks down.
Sending his usual “Heading home” text to Luffy, he then pocketed his phone and waited for the bus, which showed up after five minutes. He was grateful that his work hours aligned well with the bus schedule.
Zoro boarded, finding the nearest available hanging strap and grabbing it securely, his other arm keeping his jacket and briefcase close. As more people got on, also taking straps or empty seats, Zoro caught the eye of a young woman who had clearly been staring as she quickly averted her gaze with a light blush.
He inwardly scoffed, never finding flattery in such things, just amusement. The only eyes he cared about being fixated on him were his husband’s, bright and captivating, lighting up every time Zoro returned home.
A woman with a small child was the last to board, finding an available spot towards the back. She sat down and put the girl on her lap, keeping her arms wrapped tightly around her. After a few seconds of getting situated the girl looked up, catching Zoro’s gaze.
Zoro gave her a smile, to which she giggled and buried her face into the woman’s shoulder out of embarrassment. With his own soft chuckle, Zoro turned to focus on the buildings that passed as the bus started its route.
He had never given much thought to kids until he married Luffy; then, the idea of starting their own family became appealing. Luffy had always been willing but Zoro wanted financial stability first.
By his calculations, and with how well he had been saving, they might already be at the point where they could start trying as soon as next year. It was both intimidating and exciting at the same time.
The ride home, after a couple stops along the way, usually took anywhere from fifteen to twenty minutes. Zoro did his best to empty his head of any work thoughts, instead focusing on the weekend ahead and making a mental list of things that needed to get done.
He knew for sure they had to go grocery shopping. Last week’s run was skipped because Zoro had been exhausted and Luffy wanted to stay in and watch movies all day, which Zoro was more than agreeable to.
Thinking about Luffy made warmth bloom in Zoro’s chest. He couldn’t wait to see him. No matter how much time passed, Zoro would always be as excited to see Luffy as he was when they started dating—when he was first drawn in by a sunshine smile and melodic laughter. He knew from day one that was going to be his husband.
True love had a chokehold on him.
Finally arriving at his stop, Zoro stepped off the bus and walked the short distance to their first-floor apartment. As he did, he surveyed the area, checking for anything out of the ordinary. They didn’t have issues with vandalism or theft in the neighborhood but Zoro always remained vigilant; it was just in his nature.
Digging his keys out of his suit pants pocket, he inserted the main apartment key into the front door lock, turning and pushing it open. “I’m home, Luffy,” he announced as soon as he set foot inside.
Traipsing into the living room, Zoro set his briefcase down by the coffee table before tossing his suit jacket over the armrest of the couch. He started to unbutton the cuffs of his dress shirt. “Oi, Luffy,” he called after getting no initial response. He started to walk towards the archway that led into the kitchen and was stopped dead in his tracks, fingers clutching the left cuff mid-roll.
Luffy was standing there, wearing his gingham heart apron with thigh-high black stockings and red heels. And absolutely nothing else.
Zoro felt every rational thought in his head get vaporized. His brain was going into lockdown, trying to protect his heart from giving out because holy shit what an ethereal sight.
“Welcome home, Zoro!” Luffy greeted with a blinding smile; so normal, so practiced, as if he wasn’t wearing an apron that accentuated his curves and showed off his perky ass and—
Zoro’s protective instincts kicked in when Luffy attempted to walk in the heels and immediately stumbled. It happened so quickly but Zoro was able to catch his husband before he face-planted the kitchen tile, strong arm wrapping around his mid-section.
After a few seconds, the shock wore off and Luffy laughed. “Oops."
From this angle, with Luffy bending at the waist, Zoro could peer down at that exquisite ass sticking out—it was made all the more enticing by the main apron string, tied into a neat bow on Luffy’s lower back, mimicking the presentation of a gift that was all for Zoro. Only for Zoro. He swallowed hard before finally setting Luffy upright, making sure he was stable before letting go. “Heels?”
Luffy shrugged. “It was just an idea.” He then crouched down to take them off.
Zoro let him, if only because he didn’t need his husband spraining an ankle or two. “Where did you even get them from?”
“Nami!” Luffy placed the heels aside before standing up to full height. “I asked if I could borrow them. She didn’t even question why. Actually, she said she didn’t wanna know.”
Nami was their neighbor in the next building over and one of Luffy’s long-time friends. She had been happy at first when Luffy and Zoro moved into the apartments, only to promptly rescind that attitude when she realized just what kind of debauchery they got up to. In fact, Luffy asking to borrow heels was one of the milder requests he had made in recent times.
“Don’t get me wrong, you look great in them,” Zoro commented. “But I would like to prevent future trips to the hospital.”
They had been down that road before and it was not fun for anyone involved other than Luffy, who was giddy over the idea of Zoro getting a penis fracture from intense sex. Nami, who had driven them to the hospital, was furious; Zoro, less than amused; the doctor, exasperated.
Since the heels had proven to be a safety hazard, Luffy moved on to attempting seduction. “Kinda hot in here, huh?” he asked coyly.
Zoro blinked. “No, we keep the apartment pretty cool.”
Luffy huffed. “Zoro! You’re stupid!”
It finally clicked and Zoro scratched his cheek before muttering, “Oh, not that kind of hot.”
Luffy just rolled his eyes, sensing that seduction was going to be a no-go as well. Skipping over all the other ideas he had planned, he simply walked back towards the dining table and sat up on it, his pert ass squished against the faux-wood top. With a bite of his bottom lip he grabbed the apron and situated it just enough to reveal neatly-shaped dark curls.
Zoro’s pants felt uncomfortably tight. Those curls he was more than acquainted with, as well as the pussy lips they framed. He felt a surge of energy that not even a relentlessly stressful work week could hold hostage; not when Luffy looked so stunning.
Truthfully Luffy could wear a burlap sack and Zoro would still want to bend him over the nearest surface and make him scream, but this was such a treat and much appreciated after the hellish few weeks he’s had.
Luffy could see that Zoro was completely locked-in. “It’s rude to stare,” he teased, even though he was blatantly holding the apron in such a way to present himself to his husband.
Zoro finally came back online, slowly walking over, dress shoes clacking heavily against the tiled kitchen floor. “You act as though you aren’t doing this on purpose. Besides, how can you expect me not to stare when you look like this?”
Luffy cocked his head a bit as Zoro approached. “Do I look good enough to eat?”
Zoro had to swallow down a growl—Luffy could be such a tease. “You always look like a five-course meal to me.”
“Great! Cause I tried to make dinner and it went badly.”
Zoro now stood directly in front of Luffy, placing his hands on either side of his thighs, palms against the table as he leaned in. “You tried to make dinner?”
“Mhm!”
“But where…” Zoro trailed off, looking around. When he started to set his sights dangerously close on the trash can near the sink, Luffy grabbed his tie and roughly pulled, trying to redirect him.
“IT’S NOT IMPORTANT!” he blurted, before adding, “Also we need a new pan.”
Zoro stared at Luffy for a few seconds, registering his words, before grinning. “That bad, huh?”
"I tried!" Luffy whined. "Don't make fun of me."
Zoro suddenly swooped in and planted a wet kiss on Luffy's lips.
Stunned, Luffy felt a bit of heat in his cheeks. “Zorooo, I wasn’t ready!”
“Ready for what, Lu?”
“That!”
Zoro kissed him again.
“Yeah, that!”
“Sorry, your lips look appetizing.”
Luffy huffed as he let go of the tie and nuzzled his husband’s neck. “Dumb.”
“Didn’t you imply that you’re my meal for tonight?” Zoro carded a hand through Luffy’s soft hair, gently grabbing and pulling his head back a bit so he could press another kiss to his lips, this one lingering. “You shouldn’t be surprised when I want a taste, then,” he whispered against them.
Luffy wrapped his arms around Zoro’s neck, bumping their foreheads together. “I guess.”
Zoro’s eyes slipped shut as he hummed. “For the record, I would never make fun of you. You tried to do something thoughtful for me and I appreciate it. I always will.”
Luffy closed his eyes as well, Zoro's presence anchoring him. “It’s just, you’ve been working hard lately so I wanted to make a nice meal for you.”
“Is this not my nice meal?” Zoro teased as he now opened his eyes and leaned back, taking in Luffy’s lovely face. “I would much rather have you, anyway.”
Luffy’s shoulders slumped a little in a show of relief. “I mean, we can still try to—”
But Zoro was already pushing Luffy back, forcing him onto his elbows to stay upright. He grabbed the bottom of the apron and pulled it up, making it bunch at Luffy’s torso so that he could have access to what he was craving.
Luffy was slightly flustered, even though he was the one who had planned all this.
Zoro immediately noticed. “Why so pink, sunshine? Is this not what you’re offering me?”
“Now that I’m thinking about it, it’s a silly idea, but I didn’t think you’d be this into it and I wasn’t expecting, well, I mean I was, but I—” And just like that Luffy’s babbling was cut off by his own gasp as two large fingers pressed against his clit before trailing all the way down wet folds.
“You were saying?” Zoro smirked. “You claim it’s a silly idea but you’re already so wet for me.” He parted the folds at the bottom, seeing that glistening hole he loved to claim whenever he got the chance. “Hmm, I want to eat you out, but I also want to draw those sounds I love out of you first.”
Luffy was already feeling breathless even before Zoro’s fingers started to dip into his pussy, thrusting once and making it squelch. “Y-You, ha, you can do whatever you want.”
Zoro stilled, gaze going slightly dark with desire. “Oh, don’t tell me that, sweetheart. I’ll make you scream so much you’ll lose your voice.”
Luffy trembled in anticipation because, yes, Zoro had accomplished that before. And it was hot, although his poor throat would disagree.
Zoro felt that tremble; pleased, he added a third finger. “Just let me enjoy my beautiful husband.”
Luffy spread his legs wider to accommodate Zoro’s fingers; he watched, fascinated and aroused, as they disappeared inside of him with every thrust.
Zoro continued to pump in and out, going as deep as he could, twisting and curling to try and find that spot he knew made Luffy see stars. Meanwhile his left hand caressed Luffy’s leg, feeling the smooth material of the stocking. “What made you decide to wear these?”
Luffy gasped sharply as Zoro’s fingers twisted. “I know you like them.”
“On you, yes. They emphasize your strong thighs and sexy legs.” Zoro pressed a kiss to Luffy’s knee before pumping faster. “How’s it feeling, sunshine?”
“R-Really good,” Luffy managed, his voice quaking from pleasure.
Zoro loved it—wrecking his husband was one of his favorite things to do and he would never get tired of it. “I can make it better.” With an expert thrust and curl, Zoro’s fingers hit that spot dead-on.
Luffy’s body nearly jackknifed off the table as he let out the loudest moan that echoed off the kitchen walls. “Z-Zoro!”
“Listen to you. Fucking gorgeous, all mine.” Zoro leaned in and captured Luffy’s lips in a sloppy kiss, his fingers working tirelessly to bring him over the edge.
Luffy’s whole body soon tensed, his scream swallowed up by Zoro’s greedy lips as he spilled onto Zoro’s fingers. The aftershocks made him quiver violently so Zoro made sure to ease up on the pumping before slowly pulling his fingers out.
As soon as Luffy’s half-lidded gaze was on him, Zoro made a show of licking and sucking the slick from his fingers, closing his eyes and moaning softly before popping them out, tongue swiping the remnants from his lips. “Delicious.”
Luffy let out a shaky laugh, cheeks rosy, pussy still pulsing. “Glad you enjoyed.”
Zoro leaned in and started to mouth at Luffy’s neck, running his tongue over smooth skin before latching onto a spot and biting down.
Luffy squirmed, one of his hands traveling to try and find the belt buckle of Zoro’s pants. “Don’t you want to get off, too?”
Zoro let out a warning rumble before popping off the freshly-made mark and grabbing Luffy’s fumbling hand. He brought it up to his mouth, kissing a knuckle. “You’re my meal, not the other way around. Trust me, I’ll get my release too. But not until I’ve enjoyed you some more.”
“Greedy.”
“Always for you.”
Zoro’s hands traveled, caressing this perfect body he knew so well and loved so dearly. The apron was a very nice touch and he couldn’t help but think how great Luffy looked in it—a smart purchase, for sure.
He started to mouth at Luffy’s left nipple through the material of the apron while his fingers tweaked the right. Suckling, he left a wet spot behind before moving over and doing the same to the right.
Luffy moaned, his body already starting to bounce back, ready to go again. Which, of course, is exactly what Zoro wanted.
“Almost time for the main course,” Zoro informed, grinning.
Luffy giggled. “Zoro, you’re cheesy.”
“I’m also yours.” He kissed the middle of Luffy’s stomach reverently. “And I will always take care of you.”
Luffy huffed. He wanted to call Zoro out for being a sap, but his heart refused to let him do anything other than soak in the love, care and pleasure that his husband was selflessly giving to him.
Zoro continued to move lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses along firm thighs. He then grabbed the top of one of the thigh-highs with his teeth, stretching the material before making it snap. Soothing the affected area over with his tongue, he did the same to the other side, finding balance to be important.
He then grabbed underneath Luffy’s thighs and pulled him forward a bit, bringing him right to the edge of the table. “Do you feel like you’ll fall?”
Luffy felt his lower body teetering a bit. “Maybe it’s better if you fold me?”
“Sure. You’re very flexible, after all.”
“Then do it!”
“So demanding.”
Zoro guided Luffy into position, nearly folding him in half. The apron had dropped over his head during the process, earning an, “Oi! I can’t SEE.” To which Zoro laughed and made sure to pull it aside.
Luffy pouted out of annoyance, though the effect was lost on Zoro as his husband’s pussy was now on full display and he would not tear his gaze away for anything; not even if the apartment itself blew sky-high.
“Do I get to eat now?”
“Duh!”
“Open wide, then.”
Luffy’s legs were spread more, and before his brain could catch up, he felt a strong tongue running from his clit, down to his pussy, and back again. “Oh,” he gasped, his whole body shuddering.
Zoro hummed, lapping at the wet folds before moving up to the clit and circling it with his tongue. The delicious sounds he was pulling from Luffy right now were making his dick ache.
After a few seconds of dipping his tongue into Luffy’s soaking wet pussy and greedily drinking up whatever slick he could, Zoro couldn’t ignore his throbbing erection any longer.
“Shit.” Zoro licked his lips. “Hold your legs open for me, Lu. Can you do that?”
Luffy nodded. He replaced Zoro’s hands with his own, his heart jumping in anticipation as he watched Zoro finally start to undo his belt buckle. “See, I knew you needed to get off!”
“This is what you do to me, sunshine.” Zoro removed the belt, letting it fall to the tile floor with a sharp clack. “I was trying to hold off but it’s impossible when you taste so good.” He then grabbed the hem of his pants and boxers, lowering them just enough to have his large dick spring free. “Yeah, that’s better.” He stroked himself a few times, moaning softly before diving back in.
Luffy let out a small cry, that powerful tongue always feeling divine between his folds, circling his clit, licking his pussy. His hands gripped the backs of his thighs, doing his best to keep them open.
Zoro couldn’t have asked for a better meal tonight, despite what Luffy thought about his blunder. To Zoro, it was no blunder; in fact, it led to a great opportunity.
His tongue was merciless as it circled Luffy’s clit a few more times before dragging down and shoving inside that perfect pussy. “Goddamn,” Zoro groaned.
Luffy whimpered, which was always a sound that went straight to Zoro’s cock. “Ngh, s-so good, Zoro.”
Zoro then returned to the clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking—the entire time his dick felt heavy in his hand, flushed hot and ready to burst.
Every lewd sound that Zoro pulled from Luffy was like an electric shock, hitting his cock and making his climax approach faster and faster. But he would not come until Luffy did.
“Taste so sweet.” Zoro returned to lapping at that pussy; his to claim, his to enjoy. “All for me.” He then sucked hard, earning another salacious moan.
“Zoro, I’m c-close,” Luffy warned. His legs were trembling, he was struggling to keep them spread, his heart was pounding, and that familiar heated coil was getting ready to snap.
Zoro stroked himself faster as he buried his face into Luffy’s pussy, tongue-fucking it, occasionally moaning or growling from deep within his chest to give that added vibration.
“Zoro-Zoro-ZORO!” Luffy screamed as his body experienced its second orgasm of the night. The slick that gushed forth Zoro lapped up, drank down, and before he knew it he was coming hard, spurting white-hot ribbons of semen.
Zoro groaned as he stroked himself to completion before gently helping Luffy back onto the middle of the table so that he wouldn’t fall. “Fuck, Luffy.”
Meanwhile Luffy was trying to catch his breath, body buzzing.
Zoro grabbed a kitchen towel, using it to clean his hand off as well as whatever slick ended up on the table, also checking for cum on the floor. He then tossed it aside before settling between Luffy’s legs, large body draping over his smaller husband. He planted a kiss on his forehead, his nose, each cheek, and finally on his lips.
Luffy hummed. “How was your meal?”
“Best I’ve ever had.”
Luffy playfully slapped Zoro’s shoulder. “You better not be saying that because you’re trying to make me feel better about messing up dinner.”
“Honestly, you messing up dinner has worked out greatly in my favor. You should have kitchen disasters more often.”
“Rude!”
Zoro leaned in close, nibbling the lobe of Luffy’s ear before whispering, “Still not done yet.”
Luffy’s eyes widened. “Still?”
“Mhm.” Zoro stood back, grin feral. Without warning, he grabbed Luffy around his torso and threw him over his shoulder.
“Zoro!” Luffy yelped in surprise.
Zoro slapped Luffy’s bare ass as he carried him off to their bedroom. “Dessert.”
“You’re taking this too seriously!” Luffy groused. Though secretly? He was enjoying himself.
Zoro knew it too—it’s why he slapped Luffy’s ass again, relishing in another squeak of protest.
Once Zoro deposited Luffy onto the bed, he toed off his dress shoes and undid his silver watch, setting it on the dresser. Shucking off his pants and boxers all the way this time, he then approached.
Luffy was looking a bit pouty so Zoro had to ask, “What’s wrong?”
“Zorooo. Need.”
Finely tuned to Luffy’s habits, Zoro knew what that tone signified. He undid his tie, leaving it around his neck (as he had plans for it), before unbuttoning his dress shirt all the way down and pulling it open.
Luffy immediately smooshed his face between his husband’s large pecs, his hands grabbing each one and squeezing. It was something he liked to do when he was feeling particularly clingy and affectionate; he also did it when he needed to ground himself, especially if he was stressed or anxious. Zoro had jokingly called them "emotional support pecs" once, and Luffy's smile was so wide that his face nearly hurt.
In all seriousness, Zoro was a great source of stability and comfort for Luffy; he never felt so vulnerable around anyone else. He placed all his trust and love in Zoro, and Zoro in turn did the same with him.
Sometimes they didn’t even need words—Luffy would randomly crawl into Zoro's lap, push his shirt up, and bury his face in. And Zoro accepted it easily, even if he was in the middle of doing something else. Luffy was always his priority.
“Better?” Zoro asked after a while.
“Mhm.” Luffy then pulled back and bit down on the left pec hard enough to leave teeth marks.
Zoro let out a sharp grunt of pain, grabbing the back of Luffy’s neck. “Geez, Lu, warn a guy.”
Luffy licked it over soothingly, but couldn’t resist doing the same to the other pec.
Despite the initial irritation over being bit so abruptly, Zoro was already hard again.
Luffy noticed this and grinned. “Zoro likes it.”
“Shut up.”
Luffy finally sat back and got situated, reaching for the ribbon string that held his apron together.
“Nope.” Zoro grabbed Luffy’s face, gently squeezing his cheeks. “Apron stays on.”
Luffy blinked. “I thought you'd want it off by now."
“Why would I want that when you look so good in it?” Zoro now took the tie from around his neck, stretching and snapping it once. “Wrists together, sunshine.”
Luffy complied, the silk fabric of the tie caressing his wrists as Zoro wrapped it around a couple of times before tying it off, knot firmly secured.
He then took a moment to admire the gorgeous man that he got to call his; his soulmate. God, he truly loved his husband so much.
“My Lu,” Zoro said fondly, leaning down and kissing him passionately.
Luffy let out a soft noise before kissing back, Zoro eventually shoving his tongue inside to taste all around before drawing back with a wet smack. He licked Luffy’s lips before grabbing his right wrist, thumbing the material of the tie. “Not too tight?”
Luffy shook his head. “Nope! Feels fine.”
Zoro nodded before reaching down and pressing against Luffy’s clit; the instant gasp and subsequent tensing of his body suggested that he was still overstimulated. “You gonna be able to take my dick like this?”
Luffy looked at Zoro as if he had grown another head. “I always take you well!”
Zoro smirked. “Oh, no doubts there. Just asking because you’re still sensitive.”
Luffy puffed out his chest, trying to appear intimidating, although that was hard while wearing a cute, frilly apron. “Fuck me, Zoro.”
Zoro felt a shock of arousal over Luffy’s order. “And here I thought I was in control.” He was teasing—Luffy was the one who always had Zoro wrapped around his finger.
There was no need for lube, despite Zoro’s size, as Luffy had already come twice, his hole loose and wet and more than well-prepped.
The moment Zoro’s cockhead breached it, they both let out lingering moans, Luffy’s back arching as he couldn’t do anything with his tie-bound hands.
Zoro grunted as he sunk deeper and deeper, feeling that wet, warm, and absolutely enticing heat envelop his dick. “Oh g-god, Luffy, you always feel amazing.”
Luffy loved how big his husband was as he was able to hit all his walls and reach those deep spots easily. “Zoro, please,” Luffy whined. “W-Want it, want it all.”
“I will give you everything and more, you never have to beg.” Zoro gripped Luffy’s thighs, thumbs running over the stockings once before he started to set a steady rhythm, his large cock pumping in and out of Luffy’s pussy.
Luffy’s moan was long, drawn out, and utterly delectable. Zoro watched the various expressions of ecstasy on his face as he started to pick up the pace, taking what was rightfully his.
His husband. All his. Every last part of him.
“Zoro,” Luffy gasped. “A-Ah, yes, right there.”
“Fuck,” Zoro groaned. “Yeah, sweetheart, I know. Right there, right f-fucking there.”
Luffy usually became an incoherent mess during sex, but honestly Zoro’s brain had trouble keeping up too. Words would become slurred, misspoken; sometimes they’d create nonsensical ones without meaning to.
The sound of skin slapping together, Luffy’s moans and whimpers, and Zoro’s grunts filled the space of their bedroom. It was erotic and loving all rolled into one.
After a while, Zoro scooped Luffy up into his arms, helping to place his bound hands behind Zoro’s neck. “Ride me, sunshine.”
Luffy obliged, sinking back down onto Zoro’s dick, letting out a sharp cry as he felt it slide in deep. He then started to move up and down, getting a good pace going.
“You look fucking perfect,” Zoro murmured against Luffy’s throat, managing even with the bouncing to lick a long strip up under his jaw and over the chin, right to his lips, pecking them once.
“Zoro,” Luffy moaned. “I’m close, I’m close.”
“Me too.” Zoro gripped those firm hips as he helped Luffy ride his fat cock. “Gonna fill you up, make your pussy drip with my cum.”
Luffy started to slam down harder and faster, chasing that mind-numbing pleasure. They soon reached euphoria, their bodies falling off that blissful edge together.
Luffy’s pussy milked Zoro’s dick for all it was worth, and after they were finished, Zoro gently pulled Luffy’s arms up and back down from around his neck, immediately taking the tie off. He massaged and pressed a kiss to each wrist before slowly leaning forward, letting Luffy fall back onto the bed, hissing softly as his spent dick slipped out.
Luffy laid there looking absolutely fucked-out. His pussy was coated and dripping with his husband’s seed and the apron was a goner by this point, sweat-and-cum stained. He still looked radiant in it.
“This meant so much to me,” Zoro spoke, running a hand soothingly through Luffy’s hair. “Best meal.”
“Zoro, don’t be dumb.” Luffy poked his husband’s stomach with his foot. “You gotta be hungry.”
“I was hungry. For you.” Zoro grabbed the foot and brought it up to kiss the ankle. “Now I’m satisfied.”
Luffy pouted. “Well, I’m hungry.”
Zoro looked at Luffy for a few seconds before he bust out laughing.
It startled Luffy at first, and then he laughed too. “I’m serious!”
“I know you are.” Zoro grinned. “Fine, we can order some food.”
Luffy sat up, suddenly going from joyful to sympathetic. “Sorry you’ve been stressed at work lately.”
Zoro’s eyes widened slightly over the mood shift before he grabbed Luffy and pulled him into a hug. “I don’t want you worrying about that.”
“I know, I just wish it was easier for you.” Luffy rested his chin on Zoro’s broad shoulder.
“It will be." Zoro turned his head to kiss Luffy’s neck. "When I come home to you, my day is instantly better. Being around you puts me at ease and makes my heart feel lighter. Your presence alone is everything to me.”
Luffy smiled into Zoro’s shoulder, planting a kiss there. “Love you, Zoro.”
“Love you too, sunshine. So damn much.”
After a few seconds of comfortable silence, Zoro commented, “Tonight really was a nice surprise.”
“Maybe I’ll have to surprise Zoro more often, then.”
“Might give me a heart-attack or force my brain offline but I’ll gladly accept anything you have to offer.”
“Stupid!” Luffy giggled before he leaned back and kissed Zoro firmly, engaging in a lazy makeout session before they eventually got up to order food.
Yeah.
Maybe the dinner wasn’t such a disaster after all.