Sanji finished prepping for the evening meal. Everything was ready to go on and cook up as soon as the rest of the crew came back from gathering supplies. He had stayed behind as, for once, he didn't need anything from town that he had to get himself while Zoro stayed behind in order to work on his training.

Since everything was done, Sanji decided to watch the moss head train for a while. He imagined himself being the cause of the sweat that was dripping down Zoro's chest. He wanted the other to have a different type of sweat coating his body.

The more Sanji imagined what he wanted to do with Zoro the more he felt his silk boxers tighten. He couldn't help himself. He knew that the other could catch him but at the moment he didn't see that as a large enough factor to stop him.

He slipped behind a wall, hoping that the other wouldn't see him, and stripped out of his pants and boxers; leaving his shoes and tops on. He slowly started stroking himself while he brought three of his fingers to his mouth and bit down on them, to help keep the moaning under control.

But he found that even the stroking wasn't doing much for him. Yes, it felt good but he wanted something inside of him and he wasn't going to go grab one of his toys in this state. Instead he removed his fingers from his mouth and brought them down to his entrance.

He circled his pointer finger around the rings before shifting his hips and spreading his legs so that he could trust it inside of himself. He let out a soft moan and he thrust it in and out as best he could at the angle. Shortly after, he added his second finger and then his third.

As he added the other two his moaning got louder. But he couldn't help himself; he knew exactly where his weak spot was at and made sure he hit it each time. It felt so amazing.

"Damn perverted cook" Zoro's voice sounded from next to Sanji.

Sanji snapped open his eyes, which he hadn't realized he had closed, to stare up at the crewmate smirking down at him. Zoro's body had a light covering of sweat on his body and a lustful look in his eyes.

Before Sanji could speak, Zoro bent down and kissed him roughly. He took advantage of the moan that Sanji let out and thrusted his tongue into the cook's mouth. Sanji moaned louder and brought both arms up to wrap around Zoro's neck.

Without breaking the kiss, Zoro switched them so that Sanji was sitting on Zoro's lap while Zoro's back was against the wall. He broke the kiss, leaving a small line of saliva connecting the two of them.

"Sanji," Zoro moaned softly as he ground up against him.

Sanji let out another moan, this time louder, as he rested his head on Zoro's shoulders. He could feel Zoro lift his hips and slid his pants down, freeing himself from the binding.

The blonde moaned and lifted his hips, to give Zoro easier access. With another smirk, Zoro grabbed Sanji's hips and slapped him down over his dick, forcing all of his dick in at once.

Sanji let out a moan that was a mixture of pain and pleasure while Zoro's moan was pure pleasure. The cook was tight and it felt amazing to be inside of him. Zoro continued to lift the hips of the other up and slam them back down, quickly finding Sanji's weak spot; with a bit of help from the other.

It didn't take long, although it felt like hours to both of them, for them to reach their climax. Sanji found his first and bit down on Zoro's neck so that he didn't scream as he coated Zoro's chest and his jacket in his semen. Zoro moaned loudly as the tightening on Sanji's orgasm caused him to come.