Random One Piece Drabble
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dethoratsTitle: Beacon
Rating: R
Pairing: Ace/Zoro
OPY100 Topic: Touch
Word Count: 353
In the dark, hidden somewhere beneath Merry’s deck and tucked into a box-framed corner, sight is almost useless. Nearly blind, all the other senses of the body become that much more heightened, that much more important. The sharp tang of sweat lingers on Zoro’s tongue, the flavor made that much more immediate by the musky smell filling his nostrils as he buries his face into the supportive crook formed where neck meets shoulder. It’s a good taste and an even better smell, the exertion he tastes, the heady scent of it, born out by the occasional pants that rasp by his ear, barely stir his earrings so that they chime just on the edge of his hearing. But it’s the fourth sense still present that becomes as all-encompassing as sight often is, providing the basis for what the body knows, what the mind comprehends.
Skin on skin, body against body, and Ace’s flesh is so hot wherever they touch that it makes sweat run off of Zoro in rivulets. Moist and clinging and there isn’t a hint of space between them in some places and the swordsman knows he’ll be rubbed nearly raw from this sort of stinging, burning friction but it’s so good he only wants more. Ace’s arms frame him, cage him in with their rampaging temperatures and if it wasn’t for the burning clench of the older pirate’s hand against the curve of his ass, supporting and encouraging and slightly maddening, Zoro would have thrown them off so he could escape some of the heat. Fingers brand his cock and send forge-bright flashes of pleasure to his brain and the only part of Ace that is hotter is buried deep inside, unquenched by Zoro’s body and driving him inexorably towards the end. The spiraling temperature clues Zoro in, as does the sudden frantic increase in pace, touches that inflame him, pull his body out of his control and he only barely manages to lift his head at the last moment to catch a single glimpse of the flames that blaze and dance in Ace’s eyes when the fiery pirate comes.
Rating: R
Pairing: Ace/Zoro
OPY100 Topic: Touch
Word Count: 353
In the dark, hidden somewhere beneath Merry’s deck and tucked into a box-framed corner, sight is almost useless. Nearly blind, all the other senses of the body become that much more heightened, that much more important. The sharp tang of sweat lingers on Zoro’s tongue, the flavor made that much more immediate by the musky smell filling his nostrils as he buries his face into the supportive crook formed where neck meets shoulder. It’s a good taste and an even better smell, the exertion he tastes, the heady scent of it, born out by the occasional pants that rasp by his ear, barely stir his earrings so that they chime just on the edge of his hearing. But it’s the fourth sense still present that becomes as all-encompassing as sight often is, providing the basis for what the body knows, what the mind comprehends.
Skin on skin, body against body, and Ace’s flesh is so hot wherever they touch that it makes sweat run off of Zoro in rivulets. Moist and clinging and there isn’t a hint of space between them in some places and the swordsman knows he’ll be rubbed nearly raw from this sort of stinging, burning friction but it’s so good he only wants more. Ace’s arms frame him, cage him in with their rampaging temperatures and if it wasn’t for the burning clench of the older pirate’s hand against the curve of his ass, supporting and encouraging and slightly maddening, Zoro would have thrown them off so he could escape some of the heat. Fingers brand his cock and send forge-bright flashes of pleasure to his brain and the only part of Ace that is hotter is buried deep inside, unquenched by Zoro’s body and driving him inexorably towards the end. The spiraling temperature clues Zoro in, as does the sudden frantic increase in pace, touches that inflame him, pull his body out of his control and he only barely manages to lift his head at the last moment to catch a single glimpse of the flames that blaze and dance in Ace’s eyes when the fiery pirate comes.
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