Primal Instinct (Zosan)

nine

It only took four more days for Zoro's mating season to hit, thankfully enough for them to go through everything, in case the worst happened and one of them got hurt. They also got all the essentials, which was a lot of fucking lube, apparently.

They had all decided to let them use the crow's nest during this time, with the exception of only Sanji to be allowed in. Of course, the rest of the crew found out about him and Zoro, as it was impossible to hide it and give a reasonable excuse as to why Sanji was the only one allowed close to Zoro at this integral time, but as he overcame the first wave of embarrassment, he realized that...he didn't really mind that the rest knew.

As Sanji woke up that day, the first thing he noticed was the puffing, hot breaths tickling his nape. He blinked his eyes open, vision blurry from sleep and disoriented as he tried to focus. Then, his heart jumped to his throat as he realized that a naked Zoro was laying half on top of him, slowly rolling his hips, erection rubbing against Sanji's upper thigh.

"S-Sanji..."

He felt his face heat up as these words were whispered against his ear, a desperate tone in Zoro's voice that Sanji never even imagined he'd get to hear.

"N-Need you...Sanji..." Zoro rasped, warm tongue lapping on Sanji's nape, marking every patch of skin he could find.

A spark of jealousy exploded in his chest at the thought of someone else having seen Zoro in such a vulnerable state in the past, but quickly, shame washed over him and shook the thought away, refocusing on the task at hand.

"It's a bit difficult to do that if you don't let me take my clothes off, marimo." He said, and as he started prying Zoro's heavy arm away from his chest, attempting to get up, Zoro growled and only tightened his grip around Sanji, locking him in place.

The action got to his nerves, and initially, his first reaction would be to shove Zoro off of him, but this time was different, this time he couldn't do anything hasty and fuck this up.

Calm down, deep breaths, you got this.

"Zoro," he started calmly, "I'm not going anywhere, I promise, I just want to get these clothes off me so I can help you, alright? Will you let me go for a few seconds so I can do that?" he coaxed, turning his head to nose against Zoro's hair.

After a few seconds of silence, Zoro started to slowly untangle himself from Sanji, giving him enough space to move, but still bodily sticking close to his side. An airy chuckle escaped his lips as he noticed the pout formed on Zoro's lips, and swiftly took off his clothes, not wanting to torture Zoro any longer and laid down comfortably on the futon they had placed down days ago.

When Sanji had first learned about mating season and what it entailed, he automatically thought that with Zoro, it would be rough and domineering, allowing him little to no control, as Zoro was an Alpha and it would only be logical for him to want to take Sanji again and again however he pleased.

Nothing prepared him for the way Zoro positioned himself at the edge of his feet, grabbed his ankle and started slowly pressing kisses against the skin, slowly working his way up until Sanji was covered in bites and marks. If he didn't know better, Sanji would have thought that Zoro was as responsive as normally, but didn't fail to notice the grey curtain over Zoro's dilated eyes.

"Come over here," he said and Zoro obeyed, crawling up over Sanji. He placed his right hand over Zoro's cheek and the swordsman immediately turned his face against Sanji's hand, nuzzling against the palm. His eyes softened, the corner of his lips curving upwards as Zoro started rumbling low inside his throat, almost like a cat's purring.

"You're just a big kitty, aren't you? I won't be surprised if I actually end up giving you belly rubs." He teased despite knowing that Zoro wouldn't probably be able to comprehend what he was saying.