[ Feelings are not something that Zoro usually allows himself, and certainly doesn't think about. The closest thing he ever felt to romance, to want, anything like that, it ended so abruptly. So violently. A part of him closed off that day, and it hasn't quite healed yet. Maybe it never will. It wouldn't be the first lingering scar that he's earned, and it won't be the last.
Being with the Straw Hats, though, that opened him to a few things. To loyalty. To friendship. To - well. He doesn't put a name to it, to what this is, even though he knows that it's more than just shameless rutting.
Even if it is rutting, now, the urgent way he moves inside of her. The laziness of round two is fading as she clings to him, as she kisses him, as she rocks her hips up in that perfectly complimentary motion. They do work annoyingly well together, in this and in many things. Maybe that means something. He's still not thinking too hard about it.
Instead he hisses when she moves to attack his throat, tangling his fingers in her disgustingly pretty tangerine hair. Quickens his pace, the sound of fucking ringing out louder, wetter, messier as he moves, as he pants and groans, animal and hot. ]
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Being with the Straw Hats, though, that opened him to a few things. To loyalty. To friendship. To - well. He doesn't put a name to it, to what this is, even though he knows that it's more than just shameless rutting.
Even if it is rutting, now, the urgent way he moves inside of her. The laziness of round two is fading as she clings to him, as she kisses him, as she rocks her hips up in that perfectly complimentary motion. They do work annoyingly well together, in this and in many things. Maybe that means something. He's still not thinking too hard about it.
Instead he hisses when she moves to attack his throat, tangling his fingers in her disgustingly pretty tangerine hair. Quickens his pace, the sound of fucking ringing out louder, wetter, messier as he moves, as he pants and groans, animal and hot. ]
Don't - leave marks, brat -