Primal Instinct (Zosan)

seven

Suddenly, he became aware of every little thing. Of Zoro's warm and calloused hand engulfing his own, his palm tingling and burning at the touch, of his strong presence, walking one step behind him. Sanji placed a hand over his chest as his heart started pounding, blood rushing to his ears.

Of course he knew that a relationship also entailed sexual acts, but Sanji had never once considered it up until now. He knew that he wanted to go that far, but was he ready for it? Did Zoro even crave it? For all the time that they sailed together, Sanji had never seen the swordsman show any kind of interest or sexual attraction towards either gender. So, what made Sanji so different from all the others?

And Sanji had never even kissed a man up until a week ago, how would he go immediately to— to sex? How did men even have sex with each other? Well, he generally knew that men fucked each other in the...anus, but Sanji could never picture Zoro as the guy to just open his legs and take it. He doubted the man would even be open to the idea, so that left Sanji as the one to...be on the receiving end.

Sanji imagined himself spread out beneath Zoro, nails digging painfully onto the swordsman's muscular back, lewd moans escaping his lips as the man above him filled him up to the brim, pounding into him with vigor—

"—listening? Oi, shit-cook!"

Sanji blinked, realizing that he was panting quite heavily, a drop of sweat rolling down his forehead.

"Wh— what?" he stuttered, internally cursing as his voice came out high pitched.

"I said, there's a tree filled with bananas, thought you'd like to get some." Zoro said and pointed with his thumb up.

Sanji glanced up, blinking in awe at the enormous tree, having to squint his eyes to see the bananas hanging up on the top. "Good job, marimo! Seems like you're not entirely useless, after all!"

Zoro clicked his tongue, "Yeah, yeah, now let me go, so I can get up there and take some."

Sanji cocked his head to the side, "what do you mean 'let you go'? I'm not holding you back."

Zoro merely raised an eyebrow at him and inclined with his head downwards. Sanji furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and glanced down. He flushed in embarrassment and yanked his hand away from Zoro's, eyes glued on the ground.

Was he fucking holding onto Zoro's hand all this time without even realizing it? At least the swordsman didn't seem like he had noticed Sanji's previous...dilemma. He knew that werewolves had an amplified sense of smell, but it's not like Zoro could smell his arousal, right?

Right?!

"Hold onto these for me, will you?"

In the next instant, Sanji found himself holding onto three swords as Zoro climbed up the tree.

"Oi, how will you cut down the bananas? Don't you need your—" suddenly, a few bananas dropped down close to his feet. He glanced up again and saw Zoro literally rip the banana stacks from the tree.

What did I expect from that brute?

After a few more minutes, Zoro deemed that they had enough and started his descent. As Zoro finally landed on the ground, Sanji held out his swords, which Zoro took and tied around his hip.

"Thanks for holding onto them. Let's get going now, we still haven't found any animals." Zoro turned around and headed towards a random direction.

Seeing as wherever they went wasn't that much important, Sanji was about to silently follow Zoro when he caught a real glimpse of his hands. Sanji stomped towards Zoro, wrapped his hand around the swordsman's wrist and pulled it up.