That was incredibly dangerous, Zoro realized later. It was never a good idea to come between a D and food. He had just wanted to make sure he got some before it was all inhaled, really. And even though he'd known it would end badly, he still hadn't expected it to end like this.
First Ace reached for the popcorn, no matter how far away Zoro held it. Then the idiot faceplanted directly in Zoro's lap, snoring soundly thanks to the narcolepsy.
Zoro should have shoved him into the floor right then and there, but he'd been woken up from enough of his own naps in less friendly ways, not to want to do that to someone else, and besides, Ace was pretty peaceful when he was asleep. Peaceful like the dead, really. So Zoro put the popcorn tub on the freckled head, and paid no more attention to Ace, just back to the samurai movie.
Until Ace woke up, by unzipping Zoro's pants with his teeth. That got Zoro's attention again with a jolt.
And seeing as Ace was no longer asleep? He shoved him off and onto the floor.
To his highly debatable credit, Ace didn't go back to trying to give Zoro a blowjob, but looked around to figure out where the fuck he was and then climbed into his seat next to Zoro instead.
Less to the idiot's credit, however, Ace wasted no time in tugging Zoro into his lap, wrapping his arms around Zoro's waist, and stealing some popcorn.
Zoro could only be grateful for the intense darkness that at least hid most of his flushed face, that and no one was looking at them.
"Sorry sorry," Ace whispered into the back of Zoro's ear, fidgeting very slightly to get comfortable with the other man in his lap, "Reflex before." He was not easing Zoro's comfort with the lick and sudden suck to his earlobe however. Did Ace have ANY idea how distracting that was?! Actually Zoro wasn't sure if it was worse if he knew, or didn't.
Zoro himself fidgeted, half squirming to see if he could get free, and half just with his own discomfort. This was a mistake however, since it just turned Ace on, and the other man let out a quiet groan in Zoro's ear knowing full well the position Zoro was in where he couldn't do anything about it. Fuck, he hated him. "Hey hey," Ace warned quietly, "Stop squirming."
"Then let me go you bastard," Zoro hissed quietly, shooting him a quick glare.
"SHHH!!" someone turned around to hiss at him to be quiet.
Ace just smirked lazily instead, casually ate some more popcorn, and fed some to Zoro just so he could cover up Zoro's mouth. "I've got a better idea," Ace whispered between sucks and kisses to the back of Zoro's neck. Zoro was going to hate this, he just knew it. "Let's fuck." He hated Ace so much.
Zoro shook his head, but Ace dropped his hands to Zoro's thighs and started gently massaging them. That fucking bastard, he probably got off on this exposition bullshit. Zoro focused on eating a single kernel of popcorn, to be stubborn. He wasn't going to give in, he wasn't going to go with Ace's flow, he wasn't going to do this. He just hadn't gotten up yet because that would mean admitting Ace was affecting him, and he wouldn't even give the bastard that much satisfaction. Warm hands gently slid up and down Zoro's thighs absently, as if Ace was actually watching the movie. As he should be. Up, down, then in counter-rhythm, and just when Zoro was about to get used it, Ace's hands slipped under the pants and over the boxers, gently caressing his quickly hardening member.
Fuck he hated Ace.
Zoro fidgeted a little again, producing a sharp bite to his earlobe from Ace, probably because Ace's own bodily reactions had taken him off-guard, but fuck how Zoro hated how much the bite turned him on more. He found himself arching back against Ace, and spreading his legs a little. He should get up and go back to his side... should... could... wasn't.
"Fuck," Ace whispered hoarsely in Zoro's ear, just for him, all pleasure and heated thick desire. And okay, maybe that was why Zoro hadn't moved yet. Because everything about Ace was hot, and knowing that he was the one getting Ace to make those kind of brain-meltingly sexy sounds was beyond erotic. Ace dug his teeth down the side of Zoro's neck, and Zoro wished he had one of Ace's hands to suck on and bite. To remind him all the amazing things he could with his tongue if they were even in just the bathroom or for fuck's sake, something a little more private. He tried to drag one of Ace's hands up out of his pants and higher towards his mouth, but Ace just took it as an invitation to slip under Zoro's shirt and claw from the collarbone down in a long ragged line over the scar.
Zoro threw his his head back over Ace's shoulder and carefully held the popcorn over his far too hard erection and Ace's way too playful hand that had already gotten Zoro's boxers down to his balls and now was just stroking him off. Really, REALLY, Zoro hated Portgas D. Ace. Really.
Ace hid a dark throaty chuckle by laughing airily into Zoro's neck. "I'll take that as a yes please," he whispered and licked up the side of Zoro's neck to flick his earlobe with his tongue. Zoro just barely bit back a groan out of stubbornness, but he must have clenched his legs tighter the way Ace smirked like he knew. The freckled bastard slipped a hand into one of his pockets and Zoro reached over to grab his drink and set it in Ace's armrest instead. Casually. Like they were still goofing around about snacks. Sure.
He almost didn't even notice Ace's hand working behind his ass until it was too late. And could you blame him? He was a little more concerned with the hand playing with his dick, thank you very much. Of course when Zoro did realize that Ace was perfectly serious about having sex in the middle of the movie theater with people only a few rows down from them, he about near panicked. Maybe he should have just let Ace do what he wanted with that blowjob after all. "Are you insane?" Zoro turned around and grabbed Ace by the throat with one hand.
Ace just smirked lazily. The downside to the bastard's asphyxiation kink. Sometimes it was really hard to get Ace to take things seriously. Zoro twisted the beaded necklace, and Ace stilled his hands and sighed. "Do you really want to me to stop?" he whispered in Zoro's ear.
YES IDIOT.
It REALLY should have been an easy answer. Really. REALLY.
"We're. In. Public," Zoro reminded him with a frustrated growling whisper.
"So be quiet and relax," Ace calmly whispered back, and slid the back of Zoro's pants and boxers down carefully before spinning him back around and settling him carefully in his lap.
So much hate.
"And hold that popcorn just right," Ace whispered lazily, his fingers of the one hand already lubed up and carefully stretching Zoro's rim. So much hate. So very much. "Ah fuck," Ace groaned in that hoarse whisper that Zoro would have sworn was still too loud, but no one else seemed to hear. "How do I always forget you're such a tight squeeze?"
Zoro's cheeks felt like they were on fire, he had no idea what was going on in the movie, and his hand on the popcorn was nearly shaking. He half-wanted to get on his knees and give Ace the blowjob so that the other man would get his mind out of the gutter and let Zoro watch the movie in peace, but Ace was already lubed up, and besides, the other half of Zoro wanted to help Ace stroke him off faster. Wait, when had he even agreed to this at all?! He turned around to object, his earrings chiming from the movement, but then both hands were over his cock and he had to stifle another sound with a quiet grunt and a shift, desperately trying to keep the popcorn somewhere that actually worked as a shield.
"Relax," Ace warned in an almost singsong whisper before carefully edging his head inside of Zoro. Zoro couldn't help it. He was very much NOT relaxed! He grabbed one of Ace's knees hard, grateful as fuck that they were at least in the back row shared with no one and even the movie projector guy wouldn't be able to see them. Still, his back stiffened against Ace's chest, and Ace groaned and leaned his head against the back of one of Zoro's shoulder. "Zoro," it was another too sexy to share, too hot to be real, to desperate to come from Ace, and too insistent not to be obeyed, quiet whisper. Fuck Ace was on some sort of edge. And he wasn't going to be satisfied until he brought Zoro there with him. Maybe not even then.
Zoro closed his eyes and meditated softly, focusing more on the hot hands on his dick, and the feel of Ace at his ass and back and leaning against him. Just Ace. Nothing else mattered. Same as a fight, there was only the opponent, except this was a different fighting, and he willed Ace deeper inside him, moving his head in a soft rhythm for Ace's sake.
Ace slid a little deeper in, then mostly back out, then back in and fuck it was getting hotter already. Ace was always too damn hot. Like the kind of person who should only be allowed to have sex in winter or the shower. It didn't help that they were both still mostly wearing clothes. God damn it, whose idea had this been anyway?
Oh, right, the one whose all too warm hands were squeezing his cock and gently rubbing his balls despite the boxer fabric over them. Zoro shifted, twisted his ass and hips a little and earned himself a quiet gasp from Ace, and even better look of pure pleasure. Okay maybe it was a little worth it. But he still hated him. He sunk sharp white teeth into the side of Ace's neck and sucked hard where it most drove Ace insane. "I'm going to kill you for this when we get home," he growled in Ace's ear, before twisting back again to face forward, and carefully moving to allow Ace better access to his prostate.
"I'm... looking forward to it," Ace shuddered and panted softly in Zoro's ear. He was definitely losing it. He must have wanted this a lot longer than just tonight. That dumbass. Ace rocked into Zoro, harder and harder, and Zoro had to keep his eyes closed to tune out everything else otherwise it was going to hurt them both. Just Ace, just the popcorn, because Ace had bizarre kinks, just Ace and Ace's hands and the way they were speeding up, getting harder, rougher, and hotter thanks to all the damn friction and clothes. Stupid clothes. Next time they were doing this someplace normal. Like a closet.
"Yes...." Ace hissed quietly and moved to take Zoro's earrings into his mouth. "Right there..." Zoro was half about tell Ace that he wasn't even close yet, but before he could even catch enough breath, Ace started brushing his prostate over and over with his cock, and it was all Zoro could do not to come on the spot. How the fuck did Ace always do that? Always.
"Shit..." Zoro grunted quietly as Ace accurately predicted his orgasm's timing and moved the boxers back to slightly help buffer his pants. He could never tell if it was better this way or not really. Maybe it kept his pants from obviously getting creamed, but the way he went through boxers was worse than broken bamboo swords. And Ace wasn't the one who had to deal with the sticky feeling later.
Not that Zoro could find it in himself to care just then. He still kind of maybe, not really, hated Ace, but he also kind of maybe, not really, but sort of, adored him too, and fuck there was a high that Portgas D. Ace could bring about like nothing else, not even winning a swordfight. Like all the life and death adrenaline of it, but with the obvious sex angle. It didn't help that Zoro always wanted to nap after sex though. Ace napped whenever, wherever, but Zoro usually had a slightly better sense of timing his naps at least. Damn it.
He kept his eyes closed, absently realized Ace had slowed down to almost not moving for Zoro's sake, so Zoro could come down for the high, so Zoro languidly rolled his hips a little to get Ace going again. They'd come this far, no sense not seeing it all the way through anyway.
"You're too good to me," Ace pulled Zoro close like a cuddly clingy jaguar and slowly jerked his hips hard, but rather precisely, sending jolts up Zoro's spine each time.
"Don't I know it," Zoro muttered darkly.
"SHH!" Another whisper a few rows down hissed at them, but luckily they didn't turn their heads back, though they really couldn't have seen much. Zoro was still being careful with the popcorn and the real action was going on below him. Still, he was tempted to throw some popcorn at them, but he absentmindedly realized that he'd better put the popcorn into Ace's mouth or finish it off, before the idiot just directly dumped the rest into his mouth to avoid getting it dirty with his hands later.
Zoro carefully fed a few bites to Ace, much to Ace's mirth and quiet laugh. "Best boyfriend," he laughed softly and leaned up kiss Zoro's cheek, sending another jerk through Zoro's body as he his his prostate again. Fucking bastard. "I love you," Ace whispered before nearly choking on the popcorn and having to gulp it down and focus on fucking Zoro more specifically, as he moved his hands to hug and hold Zoro's waist, still cuddly as hell.
"Don't say dumb shit," Zoro quietly scolded the other, but was secretly pleased nonetheless. Especially since his theory about Ace needing to divide attention between appetites proved true and Ace wound up taking extra long in fucking Zoro just because of the popcorn.
"F-fuck," Ace panted, desperately quietly in Zoro's ear, still occasionally tonguing the earrings and both of Ace's hands raked down Zoro's chest for the sake of the friction and Zoro's squirming. "You're going to kill me like this."
How could Ace ALWAYS be so talkative, even when he was quiet enough that only Zoro heard him? HOW? Damn him. "Then come already," Zoro hissed back in a growl.
It was clear that Ace wanted to make it last, but the line where his forehead and hair met was already slick with sweat, and that was nothing on how hot his damn dick piercing Zoro felt. Ace nodded quietly and mumbled haphazardly, "Squeeze m--"
Zoro didn't need to be told twice, all he had to do was stop meditating, open his eyes and remember they were in the middle of a move, and his ass clenched hard.
"Oh fuck," Ace gasped and stifled anything louder by biting Zoro's shoulder hard as he came inside of Zoro even harder than Zoro could remember in a long time. Ace fingers clenched the top of Zoro's thighs for grip, and Zoro couldn't quite make himself loosen up even now that Ace had come. He'd have to do it later. He focused on breathing steadily, though it only served to contrast how rapid and shallow Ace's breathing was in comparison. He'd definitely been worked up all right.
It took a little while before Ace's breathing was back to normal and he snuggled embarrassingly into Zoro's back, oozing affection in the way only Ace could. "I love you," Ace mouthed and nuzzled Zoro's back. Zoro lightly shoved Ace's face, but fed him more popcorn to show he didn't really mean it.
Ace pulled himself away, carefully shifted Zoro to sit on one knee (because THAT wasn't mortifying) and fixed both their pants. Including Zoro's zipper, which he could have done himself, JUST FINE, thanks, but Ace gestured instead to the popcorn and his mouth, to signal he wanted more. Why Zoro acquiesced with an eyeroll, he couldn't say, but whatever. It was another thing he'd started, so he might as well finish.
"Best boyfriend," Ace mumbled quietly, his mouth full of popcorn, and both his arms wrapped around Zoro's waist to hold him there.
Zoro rolled his eyes, and did his best to make Ace shut up with popcorn.
There were two more major problems with all of this, Zoro abstractedly noted to himself. He was never going to be able to look at popcorn the same way again, and he had no idea what happened for a good third of the movie. He wouldn't mind renting and watching it again, but he had a feeling Ace would just see that as a call for an encore performance, somehow. And worse still, Zoro wasn't sure if that meant he shouldn't do it or not.
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silverwolfcc) wrote2013-10-14 11:58 pm
Prompt: Ace/Zoro Movie Theater || NC-17 Part 1
That was incredibly dangerous, Zoro realized later. It was never a good idea to come between a D and food. He had just wanted to make sure he got some before it was all inhaled, really. And even though he'd known it would end badly, he still hadn't expected it to end like this.
First Ace reached for the popcorn, no matter how far away Zoro held it. Then the idiot faceplanted directly in Zoro's lap, snoring soundly thanks to the narcolepsy.
Zoro should have shoved him into the floor right then and there, but he'd been woken up from enough of his own naps in less friendly ways, not to want to do that to someone else, and besides, Ace was pretty peaceful when he was asleep. Peaceful like the dead, really. So Zoro put the popcorn tub on the freckled head, and paid no more attention to Ace, just back to the samurai movie.
Until Ace woke up, by unzipping Zoro's pants with his teeth. That got Zoro's attention again with a jolt.
And seeing as Ace was no longer asleep? He shoved him off and onto the floor.
To his highly debatable credit, Ace didn't go back to trying to give Zoro a blowjob, but looked around to figure out where the fuck he was and then climbed into his seat next to Zoro instead.
Less to the idiot's credit, however, Ace wasted no time in tugging Zoro into his lap, wrapping his arms around Zoro's waist, and stealing some popcorn.
Zoro could only be grateful for the intense darkness that at least hid most of his flushed face, that and no one was looking at them.
"Sorry sorry," Ace whispered into the back of Zoro's ear, fidgeting very slightly to get comfortable with the other man in his lap, "Reflex before." He was not easing Zoro's comfort with the lick and sudden suck to his earlobe however. Did Ace have ANY idea how distracting that was?! Actually Zoro wasn't sure if it was worse if he knew, or didn't.
Zoro himself fidgeted, half squirming to see if he could get free, and half just with his own discomfort. This was a mistake however, since it just turned Ace on, and the other man let out a quiet groan in Zoro's ear knowing full well the position Zoro was in where he couldn't do anything about it. Fuck, he hated him. "Hey hey," Ace warned quietly, "Stop squirming."
"Then let me go you bastard," Zoro hissed quietly, shooting him a quick glare.
"SHHH!!" someone turned around to hiss at him to be quiet.
Ace just smirked lazily instead, casually ate some more popcorn, and fed some to Zoro just so he could cover up Zoro's mouth. "I've got a better idea," Ace whispered between sucks and kisses to the back of Zoro's neck. Zoro was going to hate this, he just knew it. "Let's fuck." He hated Ace so much.
Zoro shook his head, but Ace dropped his hands to Zoro's thighs and started gently massaging them. That fucking bastard, he probably got off on this exposition bullshit. Zoro focused on eating a single kernel of popcorn, to be stubborn. He wasn't going to give in, he wasn't going to go with Ace's flow, he wasn't going to do this. He just hadn't gotten up yet because that would mean admitting Ace was affecting him, and he wouldn't even give the bastard that much satisfaction. Warm hands gently slid up and down Zoro's thighs absently, as if Ace was actually watching the movie. As he should be. Up, down, then in counter-rhythm, and just when Zoro was about to get used it, Ace's hands slipped under the pants and over the boxers, gently caressing his quickly hardening member.
Fuck he hated Ace.
Zoro fidgeted a little again, producing a sharp bite to his earlobe from Ace, probably because Ace's own bodily reactions had taken him off-guard, but fuck how Zoro hated how much the bite turned him on more. He found himself arching back against Ace, and spreading his legs a little. He should get up and go back to his side... should... could... wasn't.
"Fuck," Ace whispered hoarsely in Zoro's ear, just for him, all pleasure and heated thick desire. And okay, maybe that was why Zoro hadn't moved yet. Because everything about Ace was hot, and knowing that he was the one getting Ace to make those kind of brain-meltingly sexy sounds was beyond erotic. Ace dug his teeth down the side of Zoro's neck, and Zoro wished he had one of Ace's hands to suck on and bite. To remind him all the amazing things he could with his tongue if they were even in just the bathroom or for fuck's sake, something a little more private. He tried to drag one of Ace's hands up out of his pants and higher towards his mouth, but Ace just took it as an invitation to slip under Zoro's shirt and claw from the collarbone down in a long ragged line over the scar.
Zoro threw his his head back over Ace's shoulder and carefully held the popcorn over his far too hard erection and Ace's way too playful hand that had already gotten Zoro's boxers down to his balls and now was just stroking him off. Really, REALLY, Zoro hated Portgas D. Ace. Really.
Ace hid a dark throaty chuckle by laughing airily into Zoro's neck. "I'll take that as a yes please," he whispered and licked up the side of Zoro's neck to flick his earlobe with his tongue. Zoro just barely bit back a groan out of stubbornness, but he must have clenched his legs tighter the way Ace smirked like he knew. The freckled bastard slipped a hand into one of his pockets and Zoro reached over to grab his drink and set it in Ace's armrest instead. Casually. Like they were still goofing around about snacks. Sure.
He almost didn't even notice Ace's hand working behind his ass until it was too late. And could you blame him? He was a little more concerned with the hand playing with his dick, thank you very much. Of course when Zoro did realize that Ace was perfectly serious about having sex in the middle of the movie theater with people only a few rows down from them, he about near panicked. Maybe he should have just let Ace do what he wanted with that blowjob after all. "Are you insane?" Zoro turned around and grabbed Ace by the throat with one hand.
Ace just smirked lazily. The downside to the bastard's asphyxiation kink. Sometimes it was really hard to get Ace to take things seriously. Zoro twisted the beaded necklace, and Ace stilled his hands and sighed. "Do you really want to me to stop?" he whispered in Zoro's ear.
YES IDIOT.
It REALLY should have been an easy answer. Really. REALLY.
"We're. In. Public," Zoro reminded him with a frustrated growling whisper.
"So be quiet and relax," Ace calmly whispered back, and slid the back of Zoro's pants and boxers down carefully before spinning him back around and settling him carefully in his lap.
So much hate.
"And hold that popcorn just right," Ace whispered lazily, his fingers of the one hand already lubed up and carefully stretching Zoro's rim. So much hate. So very much. "Ah fuck," Ace groaned in that hoarse whisper that Zoro would have sworn was still too loud, but no one else seemed to hear. "How do I always forget you're such a tight squeeze?"
Zoro's cheeks felt like they were on fire, he had no idea what was going on in the movie, and his hand on the popcorn was nearly shaking. He half-wanted to get on his knees and give Ace the blowjob so that the other man would get his mind out of the gutter and let Zoro watch the movie in peace, but Ace was already lubed up, and besides, the other half of Zoro wanted to help Ace stroke him off faster. Wait, when had he even agreed to this at all?! He turned around to object, his earrings chiming from the movement, but then both hands were over his cock and he had to stifle another sound with a quiet grunt and a shift, desperately trying to keep the popcorn somewhere that actually worked as a shield.
"Relax," Ace warned in an almost singsong whisper before carefully edging his head inside of Zoro. Zoro couldn't help it. He was very much NOT relaxed! He grabbed one of Ace's knees hard, grateful as fuck that they were at least in the back row shared with no one and even the movie projector guy wouldn't be able to see them. Still, his back stiffened against Ace's chest, and Ace groaned and leaned his head against the back of one of Zoro's shoulder. "Zoro," it was another too sexy to share, too hot to be real, to desperate to come from Ace, and too insistent not to be obeyed, quiet whisper. Fuck Ace was on some sort of edge. And he wasn't going to be satisfied until he brought Zoro there with him. Maybe not even then.
Zoro closed his eyes and meditated softly, focusing more on the hot hands on his dick, and the feel of Ace at his ass and back and leaning against him. Just Ace. Nothing else mattered. Same as a fight, there was only the opponent, except this was a different fighting, and he willed Ace deeper inside him, moving his head in a soft rhythm for Ace's sake.
Ace slid a little deeper in, then mostly back out, then back in and fuck it was getting hotter already. Ace was always too damn hot. Like the kind of person who should only be allowed to have sex in winter or the shower. It didn't help that they were both still mostly wearing clothes. God damn it, whose idea had this been anyway?
Oh, right, the one whose all too warm hands were squeezing his cock and gently rubbing his balls despite the boxer fabric over them. Zoro shifted, twisted his ass and hips a little and earned himself a quiet gasp from Ace, and even better look of pure pleasure. Okay maybe it was a little worth it. But he still hated him. He sunk sharp white teeth into the side of Ace's neck and sucked hard where it most drove Ace insane. "I'm going to kill you for this when we get home," he growled in Ace's ear, before twisting back again to face forward, and carefully moving to allow Ace better access to his prostate.
"I'm... looking forward to it," Ace shuddered and panted softly in Zoro's ear. He was definitely losing it. He must have wanted this a lot longer than just tonight. That dumbass. Ace rocked into Zoro, harder and harder, and Zoro had to keep his eyes closed to tune out everything else otherwise it was going to hurt them both. Just Ace, just the popcorn, because Ace had bizarre kinks, just Ace and Ace's hands and the way they were speeding up, getting harder, rougher, and hotter thanks to all the damn friction and clothes. Stupid clothes. Next time they were doing this someplace normal. Like a closet.
"Yes...." Ace hissed quietly and moved to take Zoro's earrings into his mouth. "Right there..." Zoro was half about tell Ace that he wasn't even close yet, but before he could even catch enough breath, Ace started brushing his prostate over and over with his cock, and it was all Zoro could do not to come on the spot. How the fuck did Ace always do that? Always.
"Shit..." Zoro grunted quietly as Ace accurately predicted his orgasm's timing and moved the boxers back to slightly help buffer his pants. He could never tell if it was better this way or not really. Maybe it kept his pants from obviously getting creamed, but the way he went through boxers was worse than broken bamboo swords. And Ace wasn't the one who had to deal with the sticky feeling later.
Not that Zoro could find it in himself to care just then. He still kind of maybe, not really, hated Ace, but he also kind of maybe, not really, but sort of, adored him too, and fuck there was a high that Portgas D. Ace could bring about like nothing else, not even winning a swordfight. Like all the life and death adrenaline of it, but with the obvious sex angle. It didn't help that Zoro always wanted to nap after sex though. Ace napped whenever, wherever, but Zoro usually had a slightly better sense of timing his naps at least. Damn it.
He kept his eyes closed, absently realized Ace had slowed down to almost not moving for Zoro's sake, so Zoro could come down for the high, so Zoro languidly rolled his hips a little to get Ace going again. They'd come this far, no sense not seeing it all the way through anyway.
"You're too good to me," Ace pulled Zoro close like a cuddly clingy jaguar and slowly jerked his hips hard, but rather precisely, sending jolts up Zoro's spine each time.
"Don't I know it," Zoro muttered darkly.
"SHH!" Another whisper a few rows down hissed at them, but luckily they didn't turn their heads back, though they really couldn't have seen much. Zoro was still being careful with the popcorn and the real action was going on below him. Still, he was tempted to throw some popcorn at them, but he absentmindedly realized that he'd better put the popcorn into Ace's mouth or finish it off, before the idiot just directly dumped the rest into his mouth to avoid getting it dirty with his hands later.
Zoro carefully fed a few bites to Ace, much to Ace's mirth and quiet laugh. "Best boyfriend," he laughed softly and leaned up kiss Zoro's cheek, sending another jerk through Zoro's body as he his his prostate again. Fucking bastard. "I love you," Ace whispered before nearly choking on the popcorn and having to gulp it down and focus on fucking Zoro more specifically, as he moved his hands to hug and hold Zoro's waist, still cuddly as hell.
"Don't say dumb shit," Zoro quietly scolded the other, but was secretly pleased nonetheless. Especially since his theory about Ace needing to divide attention between appetites proved true and Ace wound up taking extra long in fucking Zoro just because of the popcorn.
"F-fuck," Ace panted, desperately quietly in Zoro's ear, still occasionally tonguing the earrings and both of Ace's hands raked down Zoro's chest for the sake of the friction and Zoro's squirming. "You're going to kill me like this."
How could Ace ALWAYS be so talkative, even when he was quiet enough that only Zoro heard him? HOW? Damn him. "Then come already," Zoro hissed back in a growl.
Part 2
Zoro didn't need to be told twice, all he had to do was stop meditating, open his eyes and remember they were in the middle of a move, and his ass clenched hard.
"Oh fuck," Ace gasped and stifled anything louder by biting Zoro's shoulder hard as he came inside of Zoro even harder than Zoro could remember in a long time. Ace fingers clenched the top of Zoro's thighs for grip, and Zoro couldn't quite make himself loosen up even now that Ace had come. He'd have to do it later. He focused on breathing steadily, though it only served to contrast how rapid and shallow Ace's breathing was in comparison. He'd definitely been worked up all right.
It took a little while before Ace's breathing was back to normal and he snuggled embarrassingly into Zoro's back, oozing affection in the way only Ace could. "I love you," Ace mouthed and nuzzled Zoro's back. Zoro lightly shoved Ace's face, but fed him more popcorn to show he didn't really mean it.
Ace pulled himself away, carefully shifted Zoro to sit on one knee (because THAT wasn't mortifying) and fixed both their pants. Including Zoro's zipper, which he could have done himself, JUST FINE, thanks, but Ace gestured instead to the popcorn and his mouth, to signal he wanted more. Why Zoro acquiesced with an eyeroll, he couldn't say, but whatever. It was another thing he'd started, so he might as well finish.
"Best boyfriend," Ace mumbled quietly, his mouth full of popcorn, and both his arms wrapped around Zoro's waist to hold him there.
Zoro rolled his eyes, and did his best to make Ace shut up with popcorn.
There were two more major problems with all of this, Zoro abstractedly noted to himself. He was never going to be able to look at popcorn the same way again, and he had no idea what happened for a good third of the movie. He wouldn't mind renting and watching it again, but he had a feeling Ace would just see that as a call for an encore performance, somehow. And worse still, Zoro wasn't sure if that meant he shouldn't do it or not.