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[fic] Lessons in Love & Devotion #5: In Case of Emergency, Smooch (Zo/Jo/Yo)
Fandom: One Piece
Character/Pairing: Yosaku/Johnny/Zoro
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loveandallthat and aech_fic!
Warnings: Explicit male/male/male threesome, Zoro's still 17 so beware if illegal where you live and mentions of homophobia.
Rating/Spoilers: Adult. All events take place before canon begins.
Notes: Written for 64damn_prompts #8 - passions run
Summary: Yosaku and Johnny have been silently lusting after their big bro for months. When everything is about to reach the boiling point, fate drops Zoro more or less in their (naked, sweaty) arms. Who are they to show ungratitude to the gods?
Fifth in the series, can easily be read as a stand-alone smutlet. See the 'lessons in l&d'-tag for all parts.
In Case of Emergency, Smooch
An eleven thousand beri bounty wasn't a common occurrence, not even when you hung out with the most badass bounty-hunter in East Blue. An eleven thousand beri bounty that you had actually provided substantial help in acquiring, so that you could rightfully claim it as your own, self-caught bounty? Booyah!
When they walked into Strichel Valley, home of the famous Strichelin Wine and currently hosting the yearly wine-tasting festival, Johnny the Bounty Hunter, of the (moderately) famous bounty-hunting duo 'Johnny and Yosaku' was practically strutting with pride.
He knew his dear friend and occasional object of abject lust, the even more famous Pirate Hunter Roronoa Zoro, was silently laughing at him and Yosaku, but so what? Let him; without their presence, he wouldn't have had anything to laugh about!
In their recent (grand) battle for the eleven-thousand-bounty, one of Zoro's swords somehow got stuck in the iron bars reinforcing the ship's mast. And even he agreed, that if it hadn't been for some quick backup from Johnny (preen) and an almost as quickly provided replacement sword from Yosaku (second-hand preen), he'd have lost some fingers, if not his whole arm, to the dread pirate Ignoral the Wicked.
While Johnny didn't exactly mind Zoro regularly hauling his and Yosaku's ass out of the fire, it was damn nice to be able to give him back a bit, just for a change of pace. Damn nice!
So not only did they have money to spend, they were also in a lovely place to spend it and were all practically brimming with good mood. This was set to be a truly spectacular weekend!
Famous Strichelin grapes or not, Zoro didn't care about high-class wines that cost a mid-sized bounty. Beyond a taste or two so he could say they'd done it, Johnny wasn't much for the fancy-schmancy stuff either. Since Yosaku was more interested in the food, they soon moved to the edge of the festival area. Here, the less famous wine-yards had entire amphoras filled with tasty, and considerably cheaper, stuff for sale. You could hardly turn around without tripping over a stand selling grilled chicken, corncobs and smoked fish. All in all, their kind of place.
They ate, drank and became quite merry, passing a wonderful afternoon together. Only when the fluffy clouds that had covered the sky all day began towering up like dark, gloomy towers and the wind increased rapidly, did Yosaku suggest that maybe they wanted to continue the party indoors.
"We need to find an inn for the night anyway," Johnny said, thinking of the private party he and Yosaku were overdue.
This was, they had come to discover, one of the worst things about being friends with Zoro: He wandered back into their lives, as sexily sword-obsessed as ever. They celebrated their reunion if they had money (rare) or Zoro dragged them into even more mortal danger than usual, which led to him landing a big bounty. Then they had money and could celebrate their victory. Rinse and repeat for a few weeks, maybe even months. They'd be together, spending a lot of time sleeping in the wilderness (Zoro really wasn't a city person) and both Johnny and Yosaku would fall just a little bit more in lust-love-frustration due to their friend's apparent zen-like indifference to such lowly bodily needs as sexual desire.
And just when one or both of them had convinced themselves that this was it, they'd actually die if they didn't at least ask if Zoro might be interested in a bit of hanky-panky, he'd get lost and wander off. Or decide that he needed to go climb a mountain to meditate alone (okay, that only happened once, suspiciously close to The Homebrew Incident We Don't Mention). Sometimes Zoro would get whiff of a rumor regarding Hawk-Eyes, while Yosaku's contacts brought up a perfect bounty-head for them in the opposite direction, and they had an amiable split. Always nice when they managed a proper goodbye before going in separate directions.
It did wonders for their sex-life, in a way, because shared frustrated sexual desire for a man they both admired and perhaps possibly feared a tiny bit meant that some wild stuff went down just after Zoro left... but god, if Johnny wasn't getting tired of this song and dance.
Also, what with all the sleeping in the forest, he and Yosaku rarely had the chance to do anything more creative than lend each other a hand, perhaps sneak a quick blowjob, while Zoro was around. The upside of the nature excursions was that their big bro seemed to consider a little (actually, a lot) casual nudity amongst the guys a completely natural thing. He had an especial fondness for skinny-dipping after training. And almost naked sunbathing if it was too hot. And sitting around sewing up his clothes after a fight, wearing nothing but his bandana and the blood of fallen enemies (seriously, that should not be as sexy as Johnny found it; he was turning into a Zoro-deprived pervert here).
Once, Yosaku had admitted that he hardly needed a sword to fight with just after they'd been on camping excursions with Zoro. One look at him fighting, plus the memory of a bath the day before, and he had an erection he could just about beat someone to death with.
And right now? Since the island's Marine base lay a bit out of the way, they had spent last night camping in the forest. Zoro had made good use of the nearest stream.
Yep, Johnny was sooooo looking forward to availing himself of the comforts of a nice inn tonight.
Which was why it felt like a piece of ice showed down his pants when a laughing wine merchant informed him that there was not one single free room to be had, in castle nor hut, until the festival was over in three days.
"What about private rooms?" Johnny asked. "Nobody has a cottage?"
The listeners whispered and tittered about ignorant foreigners. Apparently every farmer, widow, sailor's family and assorted other persons in possession of extra rooms had rented them out weeks ago.
"It's no big deal." Zoro, horribly frigid monk that he was, said. "We can just sleep in the woods again."
"But it'll start raining soon!" Yosaku protested. "Look at those clouds! We'll have a real storm later tonight."
And we want to fuck properly, Johnny silently added, seeing his long-awaited vacation melt away.
"Wellll.. Pardon me..." A querulous voice came from a nearby bank. "but if you.... boys don't mind bunking... up a bit, I.... might have an.... idea?"
The speaker was a positively ancient man, whom they had given a glass (or three) of wine earlier, wanting to share their half-drunk cheer. With a sinking feeling in his stomach, Johnny foresaw rotting shacks and carpentry-for-beds in his future. However, since it might mean a roof over their heads, they listened.
Much to his surprise, Johnny found himself carefully positive to the suggestion.
It wasn't a shack, but a boat. A little freight hauler, that the old fart had apparently sailed his entire life. Now, he was too old to keep the business running and lacking heirs, but wealthy enough to retire comfortably, he'd put the the ship in dry dock.
"She's not sea-worthy for a trip right now. But nothing wrong with the hull that would cause problems for a night or three if she's anchored," agreed a young woman selling burnt almonds in a nearby stand. "I recently inspected her myself since we've been talking about a deal. If you're interested, and ready to get her into the water yourself, I can show you where she's stored?"
Done and done! They exchanged handshakes, bought some almonds, paid half the rent in advance and suddenly, they had a room for the week. Yosaku was dispatched to go rent bedding from a friend of a friend of the almond seller while Johnny and Zoro went to put the boat into water.
By the time they were installed, the ordered wine fair of the day was a mere memory. The rising winds had driven most people inside taverns and pubs and, from the sound of it, turned the entire thing into one hell of a party. Much to his surprise, Johnny found that he preferred the privacy of their current location, compared to spending the night in a chock-full inn with loud revelers all around. He hoped he wasn't getting old.
The only issue was that the boat really only had one room big enough to sleep in. They'd built up a kind of bed-cum-nest in the middle, which was soft enough to sleep comfortably on. And, a nice bonus if the storm really hit around midnight like Yosaku had predicted: no hammocks or bunk beds to fall off .
Unfortunately, Johnny suspected that his dreams of sexual debauchery would have to remain dreams for at least another week. Because a one-room boat, where they'd be sleeping right next to Zoro? Not an environment suitable for Johnny and Yosaku to engage in a bit of private fun. (And they'd share bedding with Zoro! Holy crap, but his balls would be bluer than the ocean before this week was over.)
"I want to get another bottle of wine," Zoro said in that moment, "maybe pick up some breakfast too."
Yosaku looked about to protest, but Johnny quickly elbowed him in the side. They were both perfectly aware that if Zoro went into town on an ordinary day, they wouldn't see him again for at least an hour. Now? Three, minimum. Four, if they were lucky and the rain stayed away.
Perhaps it was mean, but Zoro did volunteer. And if he wasn't going to admit his little problems with "right" and "left", who where they to push the self-revelation on him? Also sex, yes please.
So Zoro left, with a map, a note containing the boat's name and the nearest street, and a holy oath that he wouldn't just wander off for greener pastures without letting them know. More or less as soon as they saw he'd reached the harbor proper, Yosaku jumped Johnny and started tearing at his clothes.
"Mhmm, I'm gonna do you so hard you'll walk funny for a week," he said and nibbled at Johnny's ear.
Approving wholly, Johnny tried to get Yosaku out of his clothes, preferably without letting go of his ass. A not entirely easy, but entertaining, exercise.
They'd come so far as to remove most of Yosaku's kit; his favorite plaid shorts [1] dangling off their swords in the furthest corner, a silent witness to Johnny's awesome undressing skills. He himself was happily topless, currently enjoying his partner's hands down his pants. Yosaku had good hands, really good. And when he took just a little bit of lube on his fingers and tickled him in all the right ways, like he was doing right now, Johnny preferred to just cling to him and express his gratitude with big, sloppy kisses.
This was when they were interrupted by a hesitant knock at the door.
"Shit!"
While Johnny tried to hide the lube and his raging stiffy beneath the covers (ohh, just sleeping, had a long day), Yosaku frantically attempted to pull on some clothes.
"Uh, who is it?" he called after a pause that was probably just a bit too long – shit, shit, shit, they didn't know what this island thought of their type, and they couldn't just leave without Zo –
"Zoro!?"
The feared bounty-hunter and infamous swordsman was nowhere to be seen right now. Instead, there was a very embarrassed green-haired young man in the door, ostentatiously shading his eyes while a vibrant red flush crept up his face where it clashed rather horribly with said green hair.
"Guys, I'm so sorry," Zoro muttered, crab-walking into the room without looking at either of them.
"Wha– You– Why are you back already?" Johnny managed.
Yosaku was sputtering nonsense, and, oh crap, had he put on his shirt backwards?
"Forgot the bloody money," Zoro said, grabbing – oh shit, damn, goatsucking piratefuckers how could they have missed that – his money pouch. "Sorry, I'm going, never mind, it's nothing..."
Several things became clear to Johnny in that moment. The first one was that Zoro was apparently not the kind of guy to come after a pair of fags with his swords just to prove his own manhood. Not that he'd have pegged him the type, but Johnny had encountered some nasty surprises in that department before. Second was that he didn't just know, he'd obviously known for a while. And if he thought it best to remove himself...
"Bro," he said, very calmly because it was either keep calm, or start running around screaming and the boat was too small for that, "have you been taking off on your own when we become too obviously horny for your peace of mind?"
The way that Zoro stumbled over his own feet answered that question.
"How long have you known?" Yosaku asked through chattering teeth.
Johnny found himself holding his breath.
"Since that time at," Zoro swallowed and the rest of the the sentence came out in a rush, "thefirstdoctorsplace."
The words hit like a punch in the gut. Johnny heard his partner's choked curse and he swallowed convulsively. That wasn't... How could he...
"We're such idiots," Yosaku whispered. "To think that you wouldn't notice our shit... Bro, no, sorry, Roronoa-san, I'm so sorry–"
At that, Zoro's head snapped back as if he'd been slapped and the red faded rather dramatically from his face, leaving him far too pale. "It's okay," he said, staring at the roof. "None of my business. Sorry."
"We've been screaming out your name," Yosaku wailed, "and you didn't even complain!"
Zoro kind of twitched, but refrained from answering.
Johnny's mind whirled. How many times had he heard? How often had he felt them looking, ogling and admiring? They'd been telling themselves that they were only watching, it's okay, he's not noticing anything, so it doesn't matter... Fuck, but Johnny definitely wasn't feeling like a good mate right now. In fact, he felt like the skeevier cousin of a sea slug. Slimy, bad-smelling and only uglier when you got beneath the surface.
"It won't happen again," he promised. He wondered if it wouldn't happen because he and Yosaku would finally learn to think with the heads on top of their shoulders instead of the ones in their pants, or because they'd never see Zoro again once it stopped raining. The latter possibility left him with a surprisingly thick lump in his throat. Shit and double-shit.
"I – Sorry," Zoro repeated, eyes still stubbornly glued to the roof. "Didn't think you'd mind."
"Whoa, wait! We mind? What about you?"
A blink, and he finally got Zoro to look his way. "What about me?" He seemed honestly nonplussed. "I could've gone back to sleep if I wanted to, but I was... curious."
While Yosaku made some choked-off noises, Johnny tried to twist his head around the many shocks of the last few minutes. "Are you saying sorry that... that you listened to us?"
Zoro nodded sharply. "I didn't think... I mean, I heard you say– But you say a lot of things," here, his blush deepened again, "but since it was mine I thought it was okay. If I listened."
"You heard us call your name," Yosaku repeated again. "How come you've never, okay, not complained bu- but y'know.... Mentioned it?"
"Ah, you seemed so... complete. And you didn't invite me when I –"
Sometimes, Johnny had moments of brilliance. Revelations, really. Hopefully most of them would be happier than this one.
"YOU wanted to JOIN US?"
When Zoro managed a shaky nod, Johnny decided that it was time for a complete change of plans. (Again.)
Since his brain was obviously useless as anything but a blood-cooler, he might as well go back to letting his dick make the decisions – all the decisions – from now on. Because it had always had a much better idea of how they should've handled the whole stupidly sexy swordsman issue than the rest of him.
He lurched to his feet, still dizzy with surprise. Yosaku yelled out in surprise when he stepped right into Zoro's personal space; their blushing friend however, remained frozen, the first time Johnny could ever recall his amazing reflexes failing. They waited a heartbeat, staring at each other, and Zoro's mouth slowly opened. Before he could fire off a question, Johnny gathered his courage and grabbed his shoulders, pulling himself up flush against Zoro. This amazing breach in their familiar behavioral patterns shut Zoro up completely. Behind them, Yosaku's mouth shut with a snap and he fell silent, waiting for the explosion.
Johnny could only hear the heartbeat thunder through him, drowning out everything but the way Zoro's lips looked so, so tempting. He wasn't certain if he was amazed at his own courage or if maybe his subconscious had decided that death by swordsman was the best way to deal with the entire mess. But when he moved his face that last dangerous bit, when he finally dared kiss Zoro... Ahhh, then angels sang and Yosaku groaned just from looking at them and everything was perfect (including their teeth jolting into each other, the way he was climbing to Zoro like a damsel from the worst kind of red-cover novel and the knowledge that a misunderstanding might leave him chopped in three – living on the edge, that was Johnny's deal all the way).
It soon became obvious that the edge wasn't that sharp today. Because Zoro was kissing back, hungrily. His hands on Johnny's shoulders were a lot less oh-god-let-go-of-me pushing and much more grasping him, pulling him in and Yosaku groaned again, as if he was one stroke away from orgasm.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Johnny finally gasped when they pulled apart.
Somewhat dazed, Zoro shook his head. "You didn't seem interesting in the real bits. And you two fit so well together."
They were all, officially, idiots. But that was okay, because sometimes three wrongs became one right. When Johnny pulled Zoro down into the blanket-bed, he suspected that this moment might be very right. As Yosaku followed and began tearing at Zoro's, and Zoro happily began tearing back at his shirt, Johnny knew for certain that everything was indeed perfectly, wonderfully fine.
"God, let me look at you," he whispered once they finally got his clothes off. "Bro, lemme touch you."
Zoro just moaned. He looked so good, so perfectly edible with his sunburned skin and hard muscles and those legs he usually hid beneath bulky black pants settling so prettily around Yosaku's kneeling form and – seriously, he had to get a grip of himself or Johnny Jr would get all worked up and worn out before the party even got properly started.
Kissing Zoro when he was shocked and vertical had been wonderful. Kissing Zoro when he lay flat on his back, arching up into Johnny's mouth and slowly wrapping an arm around his neck was heaven.
"Ohh, lemme, partner, I need to try too!"
Johnny moved back and let Yosaku at him, letting his hands slide in beneath their bodies. Firm stomachs, the scent of male lust, Yosaku's pert ass moving between Zoro's legs, shiiit, they wouldn't get out of this boat for days if he had anything to say...
Then there was an alarming crack and, when Yosaku reared back in shock, Johnny too saw how Zoro's other hand had dug five holes in the floorboard planks.
"Um, you okay, bro?"
Zoro was gasping, prettily flushed, with kiss-swollen lips that seemed to beg for a cock to wrap around. But he did look a little wild around the eyes. In the moments it took him to formulate actual words, Yosaku sat up and scooted back a bit.
He babbled a bit nonsense about very nice and just needing a bit of air, but Johnny and Yosaku had already gotten the message: slow the fuck down. They could totally do that. Even if they were both primed and roaring to go – hell, they had training in Zoro-related sexual frustration by now, didn't they? They could almost hold classes, so time to put those skills to use.
"Don't worry, bro," Johnny said, stroking Zoro's arm (because he couldn't not be touching him), "we're not in a rush." His muscles were tense, the little hairs on his arm raised, and not from cold because Zoro felt absolutely smoldering beneath Johnny's fingers.
"Mhm, I just, uh, wasn't sure," and here, Zoro floundered a bit, probably indicating the entire came-to-get-money-ended-up-in-surprise-threesome scenario. "I don't – what, uh, what do we do?"
"Anything you want," Yosaku said immediately.
"And not a bit more," Johnny added. "Really, me and Yosaku are open for everything."
And we have loads and loads of ideas when it comes to you, he just managed not to say. Even if he had to bite his tongue not to blurt out half of them – suckmefuckyoufuckusanythingplease – because there were a few things that were rapidly becoming clear in Johnny's head. Basically, he had a suspicion that introducing Zoro to the more exotic aspects of what three horny guys could do in bed might be a wee bit early right now.
"Wanna try anything in particular?" Yosaku asked, smiling like an eager puppy.
Swallowing, Zoro looked more than a little uncomfortable. "Dunno..."
Johnny and Yosaku exchanged a look. Though less frequently after finding much of their spare interest focused on Zoro, they'd tag-teamed pretty boys and girls before. Hell, they'd traveled together since Johnny turned sixteen; they'd even managed to get one of each kind into bed at the same time one memorable evening. There was, however, one particular experience that neither of them cared to repeat. It had involved a lot of booze, unnoticed shyness from their guest, and a bit too much drunk enthusiasm their own part. Though they'd patched things up in the end, there had been more tears and less happy funtimes on the way than Johnny preferred in his amorous adventures.
Snuggling down next to Zoro, enjoying the surprised look almost as much as the hesitant arm that wrapped around his waist, Johnny cosied up up so that he was lying with his face next to Zoro's ear. Yosaku pulled up the blankets over them and half sat, half huddled on Zoro's other side. He grasped for Johnny who happily took and squeezed his partner's hand. They had Zoro! In Bed! Score!
So no fucking things up now, or they might just have to take monk-oaths themselves in abject despair.
"Big bro," Johnny said, making his words soft and friendly, "you haven't really tried it with two guys in the sack at once before, have you?"
Shake of head: no.
"Have you tried it with one guy?"
Slightly more hesitant shake: still no.
Yosaku let his finger sweep over Zoro's earrings once, making them chime playfully. "Bro, have you done it with a girl? ...anything with anyone at all?"
No and no.
Buddha wept, angels came glitter and Gold Roger himself might just get out of his grave to dance a jig at those news. Johnny closed his eyes and tried to contain the urge to scream out his luck to the heavens. He wanted to hold Zoro close and promise that nothing would ever hurt him again, ever (which was stupid because hello, obsessed swordsman, hurt came with the territory) because he'd found the best bros in the world to teach him. And Zoro was the loveliest, prettiest, sweetest thing on the seas and Johnny wanted to spend the rest of the year educating him in carnal pleasures and cuddle him away from the world. To avoid saying any of that sappy shit, he decided that he'd better occupy his mouth safely and began to suck at the long column of Zoro's throat. The way that made them both shiver was absolutely delicious.
"I knew it," Yosaku giggled, "I knew you came from the village of the ascetic swordsmen monks!"
"Blind ascetic swordsmen monks," Johnny added, words only slightly muffled.
Really, when Zoro walked into town all shirtless and scuffed up, he'd seen more than one guy from the pro-boob side turn towards him with the unmistakable 'yowza, would you just look at that!' expression on their ugly mugs. That Zoro managed to spend sixteen years in a dojo, a habitat nature intended to be full with hormonal young fighters, and not have one of his pals introduce him to the pleasures of mutual sword-polishing? What a crime! But one from which Johnny intended to profit maximally.
"Come from a traditional island," Zoro mumbled. "Half the guys married off when they turned sixteen. The rest just a bit later."
"So?"
"We're practically married," Johnny explained when Zoro squirmed at that, "I mean, to each other. As married as we can get. Doesn't mean we can't have a bit fun with other people too."
"Not that we do this too often," Yosaku hastened to add, "we're not completely without standards."
Okay, that was almost a lie. Would have been a lie until, ohhh, eight months ago when a certain wandering swordsman blazed his way into their lives and raised their general ogling-and-pining requirements to new heights. Curious farmboys, bored bar wenches and indiscriminate sailors just didn't compare positively after that.
Now he saw that Yosaku had used their little discussion to sneak his hands up to Zoro's nipples, slowly beginning to circle and tease them. The way Zoro went almost cross-eyed at this new experience was unbearably cute on its own, but when he began to fidget and arch up, clearly wanting more of Yosaku's hands? Sexyyyy...
"Hey, how bout this?" Johnny said, pressing kisses to Zoro's hot skin between the words. "If you like something, tell us and we'll do more of that. If you don't like something –"
"– or don't get why we're doing it, although most of the time it's because it feels great," Yosaku threw in.
"What he said. Any of that, or if you just want to take a breather, whatever. Let us know. Say stop, or push us away, we won't mind. Honestly. And if you don't say anything, we'll break off and check before we go on, 'kay?"
"We want to make you feel great, bro. Anything, a-n-y thing that you want to try, we're up for and enthusiastic about. Promise!"
"More kissing?"
More kissing was definitely doable. They took turns. Deep, filthy kisses, teaching Zoro all about what you could do with tongues and hands, bending his head back until he was gasping beneath them. Sweet, light kisses that fluttered over lips and cheeks and eyelids, teasing and admiring and forcing him to hunt for them with his lips. Surprised, overjoyed kisses when Zoro put that impressive strength of his to use, yanking Yosaku close after he'd been teased a little too long, rolling almost on top of Yosaku and proving that he was a damn fast learner. They kissed him together, bumping heads and crowding lips, kissed each other over his face; they kissed him one on one, tongue-fucking their overwhelmed friend, while the remaining party watched and admired and whispered dirty encouragements.
When Zoro had to break it off, when he was gasping and writhing beneath them, his lips looked almost bruised from kisses, and he'd never been more beautiful to watch.
"Jo- Johnny," Zoro moaned against his lips, the stuttered word a hot caress against Johnny's skin. His hand fumbled for Yosaku, who'd been beating himself off to the sight of them together. "Shit, I need, I'm gonna–"
"Can I take you in my mouth?" Yosaku. God damn him they were supposed to move slowly weren't they! Idiot, what if they scared him off?
But Zoro bucked at his words, moaning frantic agreement. When Yosaku almost threw himself at his cock, Zoro pulled Johnny close and gave up on words completely. Then they were back to kissing, Zoro groaning and squirming against him, his lips the most perfect sinful thing in the world. Yosaku was sucking him off, loudly, and Johnny pressed himself as close as humanly possible; rubbing his hard cock against Zoro's hip, feeling Yosaku's body move against his knee, and tasting the perfection that was Zoro. That short haircut turned out to be the perfect length to drag fingers through, while he cradled him close and plundered his mouth, the earrings jingling merrily against his wrist. He couldn't get enough of how they made Zoro gasp, how he dragged his blunt nails down Johnny's back, as if desperately trying to hold on to something in a storm of new sensations.
As Yosaku worked him over, driving their friend further and further towards the edge, Johnny released all his frustrations on Zoro's willing, wanton mouth. Bit those lips he'd dreamed so long of fucking, let his tongue dive into the slick hotness and imagined it was his, their, cocks, and sucked Zoro's tongue into his own mouth, embracing and tasting and needing him like air until they were all shaking with need. When it finally became too much, when Zoro shook and came apart beneath him, he grabbed onto that perfect body, locked him close and drank down the sounds of his pleasure as if it was the wine of the gods themselves.
Gently, he lowered Zoro's head to bedding, wiping a thumb over the red, shiny lips that parted beneath him, releasing one last soft moan of pleasure. We put that look on his face, Johnny thought, giddy with pleasure, we caused that smile! Just look at him – soft-limbed and flushed, so exquisite that Johnny fell in love every time he glanced at him.
They were moving towards each other, a moment later. He met Yosaku in a frantic kiss, tasting Zoro's seed in his mouth, and felt a spike of desire. God, he needed him, now! Their hands were pulling, squeezing and stroking indiscriminately, clumsy with lust. Johnny was trying to climb closer, needed to feel his partner's body pressed flush against his own, when he heard Zoro's voice, speaking so softly that he almost missed it at first.
"Can you come closer, stay here?" he asked. "I heard you so often, but I want to..."
He was a mess right now, Johnny was, reeling with lust and relief and shame and utter confusion. But even if his head felt screwed on wrong, their bodies seemed to have synchronized during months of traveling and fighting. They knew what Zoro wanted from them.
Without ever really knowing how, Johnny ended up kneeling over one of Zoro's legs, hands splayed on either side of him, with a very nice view of his sweaty body. Yosaku was behind him, working quickly and semi-mechanically with the slick on his fingers. Johnny didn't know how he'd stand the prep, because he was almost painfully hard already. Every time Yosaku's cock bumped into his leg, every time his finger fucked him deep, he thought he'd lose it, spill all over Zoro. Fuck, but that'd be too embarrassing at this stage. He went down on an elbow and it almost got worse because now he was so close, could smell Zoro's musk and feel the warmth radiating from his body (oh god). At least like this, he could take a firm grip on his own balls, try to rein himself in, just a little bit longer....
"I'm doing you now," Yosaku moaned while his slick fingers kept working him, "shit, partner, I can't wait."
Johnny was agreeing by the first word – fuck me, fuck me already – but when Zoro's hand wrapped around his cock, fumbling, clumsy, and painfully sweet, his voice rose to a howl. Then Yosaku pushed inside, and he drowned in heat and friction on both ends, choking on the wonderfulness of it all. Strong bodies held Johnny captive and he could hear Zoro urge them on with fascinated little gasps. He wanted to answer him, tried to say something cool, but it all came out in a low litany of filth and yes and oh fuck oh fuck! Yosaku was filling him perfectly, driving into him so hard that Johnny fell forward onto the muscled planes of loveliness waiting to catch him. All too soon he was falling even deeper, out of breath and out of mind, coming in Zoro's hand while Yosaku was buried balls-deep inside him and that was – heaven, perfect, they were all dead and going to hell, the world couldn't be meant for such perfection.
Once Yosaku finished behind him, with a groan that sounded nearly agonized, they both collapsed on Zoro.
Messy, filthy, utterly in love. Oh, god. What had they done?
(How soon could they do it again?)
[1] Once upon a time his favorite plaid trousers, until that little incident where they finally found out what it took to get Zoro completely shitfaced. He'd been very apologetic about it and had personally re-sewn the trousers into shorts when it became obvious that the stains would only come out if the plaids went with them.
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Feedback is, as always, highly appreciated.
Character/Pairing: Yosaku/Johnny/Zoro
Acknowledgements: Excellent beta help by
loveandallthat and aech_fic! Warnings: Explicit male/male/male threesome, Zoro's still 17 so beware if illegal where you live and mentions of homophobia.
Rating/Spoilers: Adult. All events take place before canon begins.
Notes: Written for 64damn_prompts #8 - passions run
Summary: Yosaku and Johnny have been silently lusting after their big bro for months. When everything is about to reach the boiling point, fate drops Zoro more or less in their (naked, sweaty) arms. Who are they to show ungratitude to the gods?
Fifth in the series, can easily be read as a stand-alone smutlet. See the 'lessons in l&d'-tag for all parts.
In Case of Emergency, Smooch
An eleven thousand beri bounty wasn't a common occurrence, not even when you hung out with the most badass bounty-hunter in East Blue. An eleven thousand beri bounty that you had actually provided substantial help in acquiring, so that you could rightfully claim it as your own, self-caught bounty? Booyah!
When they walked into Strichel Valley, home of the famous Strichelin Wine and currently hosting the yearly wine-tasting festival, Johnny the Bounty Hunter, of the (moderately) famous bounty-hunting duo 'Johnny and Yosaku' was practically strutting with pride.
He knew his dear friend and occasional object of abject lust, the even more famous Pirate Hunter Roronoa Zoro, was silently laughing at him and Yosaku, but so what? Let him; without their presence, he wouldn't have had anything to laugh about!
In their recent (grand) battle for the eleven-thousand-bounty, one of Zoro's swords somehow got stuck in the iron bars reinforcing the ship's mast. And even he agreed, that if it hadn't been for some quick backup from Johnny (preen) and an almost as quickly provided replacement sword from Yosaku (second-hand preen), he'd have lost some fingers, if not his whole arm, to the dread pirate Ignoral the Wicked.
While Johnny didn't exactly mind Zoro regularly hauling his and Yosaku's ass out of the fire, it was damn nice to be able to give him back a bit, just for a change of pace. Damn nice!
So not only did they have money to spend, they were also in a lovely place to spend it and were all practically brimming with good mood. This was set to be a truly spectacular weekend!
Famous Strichelin grapes or not, Zoro didn't care about high-class wines that cost a mid-sized bounty. Beyond a taste or two so he could say they'd done it, Johnny wasn't much for the fancy-schmancy stuff either. Since Yosaku was more interested in the food, they soon moved to the edge of the festival area. Here, the less famous wine-yards had entire amphoras filled with tasty, and considerably cheaper, stuff for sale. You could hardly turn around without tripping over a stand selling grilled chicken, corncobs and smoked fish. All in all, their kind of place.
They ate, drank and became quite merry, passing a wonderful afternoon together. Only when the fluffy clouds that had covered the sky all day began towering up like dark, gloomy towers and the wind increased rapidly, did Yosaku suggest that maybe they wanted to continue the party indoors.
"We need to find an inn for the night anyway," Johnny said, thinking of the private party he and Yosaku were overdue.
This was, they had come to discover, one of the worst things about being friends with Zoro: He wandered back into their lives, as sexily sword-obsessed as ever. They celebrated their reunion if they had money (rare) or Zoro dragged them into even more mortal danger than usual, which led to him landing a big bounty. Then they had money and could celebrate their victory. Rinse and repeat for a few weeks, maybe even months. They'd be together, spending a lot of time sleeping in the wilderness (Zoro really wasn't a city person) and both Johnny and Yosaku would fall just a little bit more in lust-love-frustration due to their friend's apparent zen-like indifference to such lowly bodily needs as sexual desire.
And just when one or both of them had convinced themselves that this was it, they'd actually die if they didn't at least ask if Zoro might be interested in a bit of hanky-panky, he'd get lost and wander off. Or decide that he needed to go climb a mountain to meditate alone (okay, that only happened once, suspiciously close to The Homebrew Incident We Don't Mention). Sometimes Zoro would get whiff of a rumor regarding Hawk-Eyes, while Yosaku's contacts brought up a perfect bounty-head for them in the opposite direction, and they had an amiable split. Always nice when they managed a proper goodbye before going in separate directions.
It did wonders for their sex-life, in a way, because shared frustrated sexual desire for a man they both admired and perhaps possibly feared a tiny bit meant that some wild stuff went down just after Zoro left... but god, if Johnny wasn't getting tired of this song and dance.
Also, what with all the sleeping in the forest, he and Yosaku rarely had the chance to do anything more creative than lend each other a hand, perhaps sneak a quick blowjob, while Zoro was around. The upside of the nature excursions was that their big bro seemed to consider a little (actually, a lot) casual nudity amongst the guys a completely natural thing. He had an especial fondness for skinny-dipping after training. And almost naked sunbathing if it was too hot. And sitting around sewing up his clothes after a fight, wearing nothing but his bandana and the blood of fallen enemies (seriously, that should not be as sexy as Johnny found it; he was turning into a Zoro-deprived pervert here).
Once, Yosaku had admitted that he hardly needed a sword to fight with just after they'd been on camping excursions with Zoro. One look at him fighting, plus the memory of a bath the day before, and he had an erection he could just about beat someone to death with.
And right now? Since the island's Marine base lay a bit out of the way, they had spent last night camping in the forest. Zoro had made good use of the nearest stream.
Yep, Johnny was sooooo looking forward to availing himself of the comforts of a nice inn tonight.
Which was why it felt like a piece of ice showed down his pants when a laughing wine merchant informed him that there was not one single free room to be had, in castle nor hut, until the festival was over in three days.
"What about private rooms?" Johnny asked. "Nobody has a cottage?"
The listeners whispered and tittered about ignorant foreigners. Apparently every farmer, widow, sailor's family and assorted other persons in possession of extra rooms had rented them out weeks ago.
"It's no big deal." Zoro, horribly frigid monk that he was, said. "We can just sleep in the woods again."
"But it'll start raining soon!" Yosaku protested. "Look at those clouds! We'll have a real storm later tonight."
And we want to fuck properly, Johnny silently added, seeing his long-awaited vacation melt away.
"Wellll.. Pardon me..." A querulous voice came from a nearby bank. "but if you.... boys don't mind bunking... up a bit, I.... might have an.... idea?"
The speaker was a positively ancient man, whom they had given a glass (or three) of wine earlier, wanting to share their half-drunk cheer. With a sinking feeling in his stomach, Johnny foresaw rotting shacks and carpentry-for-beds in his future. However, since it might mean a roof over their heads, they listened.
Much to his surprise, Johnny found himself carefully positive to the suggestion.
It wasn't a shack, but a boat. A little freight hauler, that the old fart had apparently sailed his entire life. Now, he was too old to keep the business running and lacking heirs, but wealthy enough to retire comfortably, he'd put the the ship in dry dock.
"She's not sea-worthy for a trip right now. But nothing wrong with the hull that would cause problems for a night or three if she's anchored," agreed a young woman selling burnt almonds in a nearby stand. "I recently inspected her myself since we've been talking about a deal. If you're interested, and ready to get her into the water yourself, I can show you where she's stored?"
Done and done! They exchanged handshakes, bought some almonds, paid half the rent in advance and suddenly, they had a room for the week. Yosaku was dispatched to go rent bedding from a friend of a friend of the almond seller while Johnny and Zoro went to put the boat into water.
By the time they were installed, the ordered wine fair of the day was a mere memory. The rising winds had driven most people inside taverns and pubs and, from the sound of it, turned the entire thing into one hell of a party. Much to his surprise, Johnny found that he preferred the privacy of their current location, compared to spending the night in a chock-full inn with loud revelers all around. He hoped he wasn't getting old.
The only issue was that the boat really only had one room big enough to sleep in. They'd built up a kind of bed-cum-nest in the middle, which was soft enough to sleep comfortably on. And, a nice bonus if the storm really hit around midnight like Yosaku had predicted: no hammocks or bunk beds to fall off .
Unfortunately, Johnny suspected that his dreams of sexual debauchery would have to remain dreams for at least another week. Because a one-room boat, where they'd be sleeping right next to Zoro? Not an environment suitable for Johnny and Yosaku to engage in a bit of private fun. (And they'd share bedding with Zoro! Holy crap, but his balls would be bluer than the ocean before this week was over.)
"I want to get another bottle of wine," Zoro said in that moment, "maybe pick up some breakfast too."
Yosaku looked about to protest, but Johnny quickly elbowed him in the side. They were both perfectly aware that if Zoro went into town on an ordinary day, they wouldn't see him again for at least an hour. Now? Three, minimum. Four, if they were lucky and the rain stayed away.
Perhaps it was mean, but Zoro did volunteer. And if he wasn't going to admit his little problems with "right" and "left", who where they to push the self-revelation on him? Also sex, yes please.
So Zoro left, with a map, a note containing the boat's name and the nearest street, and a holy oath that he wouldn't just wander off for greener pastures without letting them know. More or less as soon as they saw he'd reached the harbor proper, Yosaku jumped Johnny and started tearing at his clothes.
"Mhmm, I'm gonna do you so hard you'll walk funny for a week," he said and nibbled at Johnny's ear.
Approving wholly, Johnny tried to get Yosaku out of his clothes, preferably without letting go of his ass. A not entirely easy, but entertaining, exercise.
They'd come so far as to remove most of Yosaku's kit; his favorite plaid shorts [1] dangling off their swords in the furthest corner, a silent witness to Johnny's awesome undressing skills. He himself was happily topless, currently enjoying his partner's hands down his pants. Yosaku had good hands, really good. And when he took just a little bit of lube on his fingers and tickled him in all the right ways, like he was doing right now, Johnny preferred to just cling to him and express his gratitude with big, sloppy kisses.
This was when they were interrupted by a hesitant knock at the door.
"Shit!"
While Johnny tried to hide the lube and his raging stiffy beneath the covers (ohh, just sleeping, had a long day), Yosaku frantically attempted to pull on some clothes.
"Uh, who is it?" he called after a pause that was probably just a bit too long – shit, shit, shit, they didn't know what this island thought of their type, and they couldn't just leave without Zo –
"Zoro!?"
The feared bounty-hunter and infamous swordsman was nowhere to be seen right now. Instead, there was a very embarrassed green-haired young man in the door, ostentatiously shading his eyes while a vibrant red flush crept up his face where it clashed rather horribly with said green hair.
"Guys, I'm so sorry," Zoro muttered, crab-walking into the room without looking at either of them.
"Wha– You– Why are you back already?" Johnny managed.
Yosaku was sputtering nonsense, and, oh crap, had he put on his shirt backwards?
"Forgot the bloody money," Zoro said, grabbing – oh shit, damn, goatsucking piratefuckers how could they have missed that – his money pouch. "Sorry, I'm going, never mind, it's nothing..."
Several things became clear to Johnny in that moment. The first one was that Zoro was apparently not the kind of guy to come after a pair of fags with his swords just to prove his own manhood. Not that he'd have pegged him the type, but Johnny had encountered some nasty surprises in that department before. Second was that he didn't just know, he'd obviously known for a while. And if he thought it best to remove himself...
"Bro," he said, very calmly because it was either keep calm, or start running around screaming and the boat was too small for that, "have you been taking off on your own when we become too obviously horny for your peace of mind?"
The way that Zoro stumbled over his own feet answered that question.
"How long have you known?" Yosaku asked through chattering teeth.
Johnny found himself holding his breath.
"Since that time at," Zoro swallowed and the rest of the the sentence came out in a rush, "thefirstdoctorsplace."
The words hit like a punch in the gut. Johnny heard his partner's choked curse and he swallowed convulsively. That wasn't... How could he...
"We're such idiots," Yosaku whispered. "To think that you wouldn't notice our shit... Bro, no, sorry, Roronoa-san, I'm so sorry–"
At that, Zoro's head snapped back as if he'd been slapped and the red faded rather dramatically from his face, leaving him far too pale. "It's okay," he said, staring at the roof. "None of my business. Sorry."
"We've been screaming out your name," Yosaku wailed, "and you didn't even complain!"
Zoro kind of twitched, but refrained from answering.
Johnny's mind whirled. How many times had he heard? How often had he felt them looking, ogling and admiring? They'd been telling themselves that they were only watching, it's okay, he's not noticing anything, so it doesn't matter... Fuck, but Johnny definitely wasn't feeling like a good mate right now. In fact, he felt like the skeevier cousin of a sea slug. Slimy, bad-smelling and only uglier when you got beneath the surface.
"It won't happen again," he promised. He wondered if it wouldn't happen because he and Yosaku would finally learn to think with the heads on top of their shoulders instead of the ones in their pants, or because they'd never see Zoro again once it stopped raining. The latter possibility left him with a surprisingly thick lump in his throat. Shit and double-shit.
"I – Sorry," Zoro repeated, eyes still stubbornly glued to the roof. "Didn't think you'd mind."
"Whoa, wait! We mind? What about you?"
A blink, and he finally got Zoro to look his way. "What about me?" He seemed honestly nonplussed. "I could've gone back to sleep if I wanted to, but I was... curious."
While Yosaku made some choked-off noises, Johnny tried to twist his head around the many shocks of the last few minutes. "Are you saying sorry that... that you listened to us?"
Zoro nodded sharply. "I didn't think... I mean, I heard you say– But you say a lot of things," here, his blush deepened again, "but since it was mine I thought it was okay. If I listened."
"You heard us call your name," Yosaku repeated again. "How come you've never, okay, not complained bu- but y'know.... Mentioned it?"
"Ah, you seemed so... complete. And you didn't invite me when I –"
Sometimes, Johnny had moments of brilliance. Revelations, really. Hopefully most of them would be happier than this one.
"YOU wanted to JOIN US?"
When Zoro managed a shaky nod, Johnny decided that it was time for a complete change of plans. (Again.)
Since his brain was obviously useless as anything but a blood-cooler, he might as well go back to letting his dick make the decisions – all the decisions – from now on. Because it had always had a much better idea of how they should've handled the whole stupidly sexy swordsman issue than the rest of him.
He lurched to his feet, still dizzy with surprise. Yosaku yelled out in surprise when he stepped right into Zoro's personal space; their blushing friend however, remained frozen, the first time Johnny could ever recall his amazing reflexes failing. They waited a heartbeat, staring at each other, and Zoro's mouth slowly opened. Before he could fire off a question, Johnny gathered his courage and grabbed his shoulders, pulling himself up flush against Zoro. This amazing breach in their familiar behavioral patterns shut Zoro up completely. Behind them, Yosaku's mouth shut with a snap and he fell silent, waiting for the explosion.
Johnny could only hear the heartbeat thunder through him, drowning out everything but the way Zoro's lips looked so, so tempting. He wasn't certain if he was amazed at his own courage or if maybe his subconscious had decided that death by swordsman was the best way to deal with the entire mess. But when he moved his face that last dangerous bit, when he finally dared kiss Zoro... Ahhh, then angels sang and Yosaku groaned just from looking at them and everything was perfect (including their teeth jolting into each other, the way he was climbing to Zoro like a damsel from the worst kind of red-cover novel and the knowledge that a misunderstanding might leave him chopped in three – living on the edge, that was Johnny's deal all the way).
It soon became obvious that the edge wasn't that sharp today. Because Zoro was kissing back, hungrily. His hands on Johnny's shoulders were a lot less oh-god-let-go-of-me pushing and much more grasping him, pulling him in and Yosaku groaned again, as if he was one stroke away from orgasm.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Johnny finally gasped when they pulled apart.
Somewhat dazed, Zoro shook his head. "You didn't seem interesting in the real bits. And you two fit so well together."
They were all, officially, idiots. But that was okay, because sometimes three wrongs became one right. When Johnny pulled Zoro down into the blanket-bed, he suspected that this moment might be very right. As Yosaku followed and began tearing at Zoro's, and Zoro happily began tearing back at his shirt, Johnny knew for certain that everything was indeed perfectly, wonderfully fine.
"God, let me look at you," he whispered once they finally got his clothes off. "Bro, lemme touch you."
Zoro just moaned. He looked so good, so perfectly edible with his sunburned skin and hard muscles and those legs he usually hid beneath bulky black pants settling so prettily around Yosaku's kneeling form and – seriously, he had to get a grip of himself or Johnny Jr would get all worked up and worn out before the party even got properly started.
Kissing Zoro when he was shocked and vertical had been wonderful. Kissing Zoro when he lay flat on his back, arching up into Johnny's mouth and slowly wrapping an arm around his neck was heaven.
"Ohh, lemme, partner, I need to try too!"
Johnny moved back and let Yosaku at him, letting his hands slide in beneath their bodies. Firm stomachs, the scent of male lust, Yosaku's pert ass moving between Zoro's legs, shiiit, they wouldn't get out of this boat for days if he had anything to say...
Then there was an alarming crack and, when Yosaku reared back in shock, Johnny too saw how Zoro's other hand had dug five holes in the floorboard planks.
"Um, you okay, bro?"
Zoro was gasping, prettily flushed, with kiss-swollen lips that seemed to beg for a cock to wrap around. But he did look a little wild around the eyes. In the moments it took him to formulate actual words, Yosaku sat up and scooted back a bit.
He babbled a bit nonsense about very nice and just needing a bit of air, but Johnny and Yosaku had already gotten the message: slow the fuck down. They could totally do that. Even if they were both primed and roaring to go – hell, they had training in Zoro-related sexual frustration by now, didn't they? They could almost hold classes, so time to put those skills to use.
"Don't worry, bro," Johnny said, stroking Zoro's arm (because he couldn't not be touching him), "we're not in a rush." His muscles were tense, the little hairs on his arm raised, and not from cold because Zoro felt absolutely smoldering beneath Johnny's fingers.
"Mhm, I just, uh, wasn't sure," and here, Zoro floundered a bit, probably indicating the entire came-to-get-money-ended-up-in-surprise-threesome scenario. "I don't – what, uh, what do we do?"
"Anything you want," Yosaku said immediately.
"And not a bit more," Johnny added. "Really, me and Yosaku are open for everything."
And we have loads and loads of ideas when it comes to you, he just managed not to say. Even if he had to bite his tongue not to blurt out half of them – suckmefuckyoufuckusanythingplease – because there were a few things that were rapidly becoming clear in Johnny's head. Basically, he had a suspicion that introducing Zoro to the more exotic aspects of what three horny guys could do in bed might be a wee bit early right now.
"Wanna try anything in particular?" Yosaku asked, smiling like an eager puppy.
Swallowing, Zoro looked more than a little uncomfortable. "Dunno..."
Johnny and Yosaku exchanged a look. Though less frequently after finding much of their spare interest focused on Zoro, they'd tag-teamed pretty boys and girls before. Hell, they'd traveled together since Johnny turned sixteen; they'd even managed to get one of each kind into bed at the same time one memorable evening. There was, however, one particular experience that neither of them cared to repeat. It had involved a lot of booze, unnoticed shyness from their guest, and a bit too much drunk enthusiasm their own part. Though they'd patched things up in the end, there had been more tears and less happy funtimes on the way than Johnny preferred in his amorous adventures.
Snuggling down next to Zoro, enjoying the surprised look almost as much as the hesitant arm that wrapped around his waist, Johnny cosied up up so that he was lying with his face next to Zoro's ear. Yosaku pulled up the blankets over them and half sat, half huddled on Zoro's other side. He grasped for Johnny who happily took and squeezed his partner's hand. They had Zoro! In Bed! Score!
So no fucking things up now, or they might just have to take monk-oaths themselves in abject despair.
"Big bro," Johnny said, making his words soft and friendly, "you haven't really tried it with two guys in the sack at once before, have you?"
Shake of head: no.
"Have you tried it with one guy?"
Slightly more hesitant shake: still no.
Yosaku let his finger sweep over Zoro's earrings once, making them chime playfully. "Bro, have you done it with a girl? ...anything with anyone at all?"
No and no.
Buddha wept, angels came glitter and Gold Roger himself might just get out of his grave to dance a jig at those news. Johnny closed his eyes and tried to contain the urge to scream out his luck to the heavens. He wanted to hold Zoro close and promise that nothing would ever hurt him again, ever (which was stupid because hello, obsessed swordsman, hurt came with the territory) because he'd found the best bros in the world to teach him. And Zoro was the loveliest, prettiest, sweetest thing on the seas and Johnny wanted to spend the rest of the year educating him in carnal pleasures and cuddle him away from the world. To avoid saying any of that sappy shit, he decided that he'd better occupy his mouth safely and began to suck at the long column of Zoro's throat. The way that made them both shiver was absolutely delicious.
"I knew it," Yosaku giggled, "I knew you came from the village of the ascetic swordsmen monks!"
"Blind ascetic swordsmen monks," Johnny added, words only slightly muffled.
Really, when Zoro walked into town all shirtless and scuffed up, he'd seen more than one guy from the pro-boob side turn towards him with the unmistakable 'yowza, would you just look at that!' expression on their ugly mugs. That Zoro managed to spend sixteen years in a dojo, a habitat nature intended to be full with hormonal young fighters, and not have one of his pals introduce him to the pleasures of mutual sword-polishing? What a crime! But one from which Johnny intended to profit maximally.
"Come from a traditional island," Zoro mumbled. "Half the guys married off when they turned sixteen. The rest just a bit later."
"So?"
"We're practically married," Johnny explained when Zoro squirmed at that, "I mean, to each other. As married as we can get. Doesn't mean we can't have a bit fun with other people too."
"Not that we do this too often," Yosaku hastened to add, "we're not completely without standards."
Okay, that was almost a lie. Would have been a lie until, ohhh, eight months ago when a certain wandering swordsman blazed his way into their lives and raised their general ogling-and-pining requirements to new heights. Curious farmboys, bored bar wenches and indiscriminate sailors just didn't compare positively after that.
Now he saw that Yosaku had used their little discussion to sneak his hands up to Zoro's nipples, slowly beginning to circle and tease them. The way Zoro went almost cross-eyed at this new experience was unbearably cute on its own, but when he began to fidget and arch up, clearly wanting more of Yosaku's hands? Sexyyyy...
"Hey, how bout this?" Johnny said, pressing kisses to Zoro's hot skin between the words. "If you like something, tell us and we'll do more of that. If you don't like something –"
"– or don't get why we're doing it, although most of the time it's because it feels great," Yosaku threw in.
"What he said. Any of that, or if you just want to take a breather, whatever. Let us know. Say stop, or push us away, we won't mind. Honestly. And if you don't say anything, we'll break off and check before we go on, 'kay?"
"We want to make you feel great, bro. Anything, a-n-y thing that you want to try, we're up for and enthusiastic about. Promise!"
"More kissing?"
More kissing was definitely doable. They took turns. Deep, filthy kisses, teaching Zoro all about what you could do with tongues and hands, bending his head back until he was gasping beneath them. Sweet, light kisses that fluttered over lips and cheeks and eyelids, teasing and admiring and forcing him to hunt for them with his lips. Surprised, overjoyed kisses when Zoro put that impressive strength of his to use, yanking Yosaku close after he'd been teased a little too long, rolling almost on top of Yosaku and proving that he was a damn fast learner. They kissed him together, bumping heads and crowding lips, kissed each other over his face; they kissed him one on one, tongue-fucking their overwhelmed friend, while the remaining party watched and admired and whispered dirty encouragements.
When Zoro had to break it off, when he was gasping and writhing beneath them, his lips looked almost bruised from kisses, and he'd never been more beautiful to watch.
"Jo- Johnny," Zoro moaned against his lips, the stuttered word a hot caress against Johnny's skin. His hand fumbled for Yosaku, who'd been beating himself off to the sight of them together. "Shit, I need, I'm gonna–"
"Can I take you in my mouth?" Yosaku. God damn him they were supposed to move slowly weren't they! Idiot, what if they scared him off?
But Zoro bucked at his words, moaning frantic agreement. When Yosaku almost threw himself at his cock, Zoro pulled Johnny close and gave up on words completely. Then they were back to kissing, Zoro groaning and squirming against him, his lips the most perfect sinful thing in the world. Yosaku was sucking him off, loudly, and Johnny pressed himself as close as humanly possible; rubbing his hard cock against Zoro's hip, feeling Yosaku's body move against his knee, and tasting the perfection that was Zoro. That short haircut turned out to be the perfect length to drag fingers through, while he cradled him close and plundered his mouth, the earrings jingling merrily against his wrist. He couldn't get enough of how they made Zoro gasp, how he dragged his blunt nails down Johnny's back, as if desperately trying to hold on to something in a storm of new sensations.
As Yosaku worked him over, driving their friend further and further towards the edge, Johnny released all his frustrations on Zoro's willing, wanton mouth. Bit those lips he'd dreamed so long of fucking, let his tongue dive into the slick hotness and imagined it was his, their, cocks, and sucked Zoro's tongue into his own mouth, embracing and tasting and needing him like air until they were all shaking with need. When it finally became too much, when Zoro shook and came apart beneath him, he grabbed onto that perfect body, locked him close and drank down the sounds of his pleasure as if it was the wine of the gods themselves.
Gently, he lowered Zoro's head to bedding, wiping a thumb over the red, shiny lips that parted beneath him, releasing one last soft moan of pleasure. We put that look on his face, Johnny thought, giddy with pleasure, we caused that smile! Just look at him – soft-limbed and flushed, so exquisite that Johnny fell in love every time he glanced at him.
They were moving towards each other, a moment later. He met Yosaku in a frantic kiss, tasting Zoro's seed in his mouth, and felt a spike of desire. God, he needed him, now! Their hands were pulling, squeezing and stroking indiscriminately, clumsy with lust. Johnny was trying to climb closer, needed to feel his partner's body pressed flush against his own, when he heard Zoro's voice, speaking so softly that he almost missed it at first.
"Can you come closer, stay here?" he asked. "I heard you so often, but I want to..."
He was a mess right now, Johnny was, reeling with lust and relief and shame and utter confusion. But even if his head felt screwed on wrong, their bodies seemed to have synchronized during months of traveling and fighting. They knew what Zoro wanted from them.
Without ever really knowing how, Johnny ended up kneeling over one of Zoro's legs, hands splayed on either side of him, with a very nice view of his sweaty body. Yosaku was behind him, working quickly and semi-mechanically with the slick on his fingers. Johnny didn't know how he'd stand the prep, because he was almost painfully hard already. Every time Yosaku's cock bumped into his leg, every time his finger fucked him deep, he thought he'd lose it, spill all over Zoro. Fuck, but that'd be too embarrassing at this stage. He went down on an elbow and it almost got worse because now he was so close, could smell Zoro's musk and feel the warmth radiating from his body (oh god). At least like this, he could take a firm grip on his own balls, try to rein himself in, just a little bit longer....
"I'm doing you now," Yosaku moaned while his slick fingers kept working him, "shit, partner, I can't wait."
Johnny was agreeing by the first word – fuck me, fuck me already – but when Zoro's hand wrapped around his cock, fumbling, clumsy, and painfully sweet, his voice rose to a howl. Then Yosaku pushed inside, and he drowned in heat and friction on both ends, choking on the wonderfulness of it all. Strong bodies held Johnny captive and he could hear Zoro urge them on with fascinated little gasps. He wanted to answer him, tried to say something cool, but it all came out in a low litany of filth and yes and oh fuck oh fuck! Yosaku was filling him perfectly, driving into him so hard that Johnny fell forward onto the muscled planes of loveliness waiting to catch him. All too soon he was falling even deeper, out of breath and out of mind, coming in Zoro's hand while Yosaku was buried balls-deep inside him and that was – heaven, perfect, they were all dead and going to hell, the world couldn't be meant for such perfection.
Once Yosaku finished behind him, with a groan that sounded nearly agonized, they both collapsed on Zoro.
Messy, filthy, utterly in love. Oh, god. What had they done?
(How soon could they do it again?)
[1] Once upon a time his favorite plaid trousers, until that little incident where they finally found out what it took to get Zoro completely shitfaced. He'd been very apologetic about it and had personally re-sewn the trousers into shorts when it became obvious that the stains would only come out if the plaids went with them.
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