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The sound of the gently rippling sea and the refreshing breeze carrying the strong smell of the sea make for a great place to take a refreshing nap in the middle of a quiet afternoon on the high seas.
Zoro was used to it already and didn't care if the environment was good or not for a nap after long hours of hard training.
Since it was another hot day, the green-haired man preferred to sleep without his shirt, after all, it was wet with sweat, not that he minded.
The deck was unusually quiet, knowing Luffy was on board, and the boy never stopped for a second, so Sanji expected him to try to raid the fridge or pantry for whatever food he could find, but the chef was too absorbed in the scenery to suspect anything. A landscape so beautiful it made him salivate.
The blond man leaned against one of the wooden walls of the ship's superstructure, his legs supported by the moderate strength he exerted with his back against the wall.
In the midst of his appreciation, he found himself imagining what it would be like to walk up to the object of his daydreams and touch it to find out if it was soft or hard. With each passing second, the thought simply wouldn't leave his mind.
In a moment of courage, Sanji looked around to make sure there was no one else on the deck and then took the first steps toward his desires.
Zoro wakes up to a slight disturbance in the wind around him and finally opens his eyes to find a shadow covering the four o'clock sun that was warming his face.
“What do you want?” the swordsman asks the cook, who simply ignores his question and sits down on his stomach “Hey you damn cook, what do you think you're doing?”
“Shut up” Sanji says calmly, receiving a growl from Zoro, who was only a few moments away from attacking him, until Sanji leans against the green man's body and pushes his face between Zoro's breasts, leaving him without a reaction.
The blonde felt the swordsman's breasts and then pressed them to his face, sucking in air to absorb Roronoa's scent.
When the green-haired man realized what was happening, he decided to play along with the situation and plucked up the courage to do something he'd always wanted to do, he squeezed Sanji's soft ass hard. Those tight pants the cook was wearing had been driving Zoro crazy for ages and he was just desperate to squeeze that soft ass. It was a tight grip and he had his hands full.
The cook groaned at the unexpected grip, but it wasn't unwelcome. He smiled between his tanned breasts and in revenge he lifted his head just so that Zoro could see his malicious grin and then he eagerly licked the spot where his head had been before, leaving a very obvious hickey there just to mark his territory, and then he scratched the big buds with his well-cut nails.
The swordsman slapped one of Sanji's bands and slid his hands down to the chef's slender waist, pulling him up slightly while one of his hands continued to slide down to the blond's face, finally sealing itself on the chef's soft but slightly parched lips.
Sanji licked Roronoa's lips in approval and smiled, sitting back down on his healed stomach and pushing his thighs up to stand, but not before pressing them against the swordsman's waist.
Then the cook turned his back on Zoro and walked into the kitchen, hunching over to prepare another big meal for the hungry pirate gang, but the silly grin never left his face for a second.