Zosan OneShots collection

Smile for the camera

Day 7

One more, two, three thrusts and Zoro reached the climax, an inexplicable pleasure, an orgasm he had never had in all the other times he had his intimate moment with his friend, yes, that's right, Sanji was his friend with benefits, his fuck buddy, whatever they wanted to call it; they enjoyed the freedom to have a relationship with whoever they wanted, since they didn't have anything serious, they talked about it and both agreed to the arrangement. But lately the blonde was starting to feel jealous of Zoro, and that needed to pass soon, he didn't want to get stuck in a relationship, he didn't want to hurt or be hurt
In addition to believing that if they changed their routine, their relationship would get worse. Other than the fact that that feeling could drive Zoro away from him, and that was the last thing he wanted. With no other was it like the boy with the tanned skin. With Zoro... He felt... A connection.

— I haven't come yet. - Informed. Zoro made a tired face, but it wouldn't be fair for only him to come.

— I'll go top. You always come right when I twerk over in your lap.

Zoro then switched positions with Sanji and started to twerk sanji's dick fast. The face expressed lust, not shame.

Sanji helped him by holding his waist, and as the other had predicted, he came as fast as imagined.

— You know me so well. - Said Sanji with a roguish smile removing the condom from his penis and going to the bathroom to throw it away. He took advantage of the fact that he was already there and took a shower.
Zoro was still lying on the bed, naked. Sanji's member wanted to wake up again. Roronoa sat on the bed, and pulled Sanji by the waist, leaving Sanji's cock next to her tongue.

— Your waist… It's so beautiful. I bet this isn't the first time you've heard that.

Sanji shook his head in denial.

— But this is the first time I've been happy to hear that, your compliments don't make me feel like an object, no matter how sexual they are, I see how much love and admiration you have for my body.

Zoro smiled.
— It is true. Although I'm very horny about all of this here. - He slid his hand all over Sanji's body, I also see Art. Your body was sculpted by the gods, Sanji. Be my role model tomorrow, please.

Sanji was surprised by the invitation, he knew that Zoro was a photographer, but he didn't expect to be called for a photoshoot.

Sanji's hands were already in Zoro's green hair, helping him as he sucked him.

— Stop. - He placed a weak slap on Zoro's face. — Are you going to use up all my milk?

He joked.

— Is that your maximum strength? - Zoro teased.

— Don't play with fire, Roronoa, you know you can get burned.

— Hit Me. With. More. Force. - Decreed and so Sanji did.

— Bossy

Zoro was in awe of Sanji's every expression when he made any movement. He was beautiful. Oh My God!!!

— You look so hot when you show your dominating side.

— Don't talk about me when you're the hottest one here.

— Have you ever looked in the mirror, Sanji? Your hair, your parched lips, your ass, gosh, your ass is my private paradise. I love to admire bodies, and see them as Art, but yours, Sanji, it is far beyond any work ever created, it's like actually being in Heaven.

Sanji blushed.

— Stop talking. - And attacked Zoro's lips fiercely. He was happy to hear that, but he wasn't prepared either. He knew this was Zoro's way of complimenting anyone since he was a photographer. He can't fall into the love trap.