SUMMER HEAT | ZoSan 🔥

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Zoro lowered his head down, turning the man over to rest him flat against the bed to remove his pants that were hanging loosely around his hips.

His words never hit Sanji harder than in that moment.

And in spite of him being right, the Cook was still self-conscious and new to what Zoro was about to do to him, hence why he was a total nerve wreck beneath the older man.

"Door! Close the door, and lock it too!"

Sanji requested, trying to protect his privacy for what ever might happen in between him and his frisky frenemy.

"Stay in this position then." The Swordsman demanded before standing up from the bed.

Complying with the older man's request to have his own desire fulfilled, Sanji rested his back against the bed, waiting for Zoro to close the door.

To make sure that he wouldn't forget to lock it, the light haired man kept his eyes on Zoro's hands the entire time until he heard the door lock.

The Swordsman then walked back towards Sanji, looking at him with his singular, sharp, dragon eye that was setting the Culinarian man's jittery heart on fire.

"These were a lot warmer before, is someone getting nervous?"

Zoro asked when grabbing onto Sanji's hands. The man's palms were freezing.

Sanji gulped at him, nodding.

Now that his door was shut, the temperature in the room started to escalate, creating a dense atmosphere that wasn't helping Sanji calm down either.

However, with the amount of discomfort that he was feeling, the shy man could only focus on finding relief before losing his mind in front of Zoro.

"This is a very bad idea..."

Sanji sighed, placing his hands above his chest to avoid reaching down to where Zoro's hands were currently headed towards.

"Someone's been packing for a while now."

The Cook tensed up, listening to what the other man had to say about his erogenous zones as he began to slip his boxers down.

"Shut... The hell up... I'm not a gun, dumbass Moss Head."

"No?"

Sanji's hands started moving downwards when the older man tugged at the thick elastic waistband to shove his hand directly into his underwear.

"I think your buddy here says otherwise... I'd say that he's ready to shoot his bullets out at any minute."

Sanji's curly eyebrows began to furrow as he shut his eyes tightly, finding it impossible to keep himself silent while having his hard-on teased by the Swordsman.

"Haah... Z-Zoro... Don't talk like that."

His face flushed. The longer the Swordsman spoke, the weaker the younger man became.

By now, he could barely keep his eyes open, given the heaviness in his system that was forcing them to shut.

"Don't like it?"

"It's not that. It's... It's because I like it that I need you to stop." The man admitted through a flushed face.

"If you like it, shouldn't I keep going instead?"

"I don't know..." The man huffed, reaching into his pocket for a cigarette.

Once the tobacco stick was tucked in between his fingers, he held his lighter close to it, then popped it into his mouth.

"More smoke? It's already dense enough as is in this room, sheesh. Hey, you need to give me an answer." Zoro told the younger, crossing his arms above him.

"I'd never use my hands to touch down here unless I'm showering."

The blonde man aggressively pulled Zoro closely towards his face, holding onto his collar.

Zoro's mind went blank for a moment when he realized that he was being reeled for an unexpected kiss.

His hands pushed Sanji's waist closer towards his chest as he climbed above him, craving more from that seductive Cook.

"So... I'll let you do it, instead. Please..."

Zoro was left in a state of shock while he looked over at Sanji, trying to process the kiss that he had given him, along with the irregular palpitations within his heart.

"He's the one smoking, but I think that the nicotine is taking over my body as well. I'm about to lend him more than a helping hand."

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