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Mosshead was in the kitchen.
Normally, Sanji would have kicked him out by now. He didn’t mind an audience, but Zoro had a way of stepping on his nerves even when he wasn’t trying to be irritating. Sanji had no shortage of excuses for giving him the boot (being the chef, he could very authoritatively accuse Zoro of having a face that could curdle milk), but this time, Zoro hadn’t come in alone. Usopp was right on his heels, chattering about a new invention. Sanji’s beautiful long nosed boyfriend looked happy and excited, caught up in explaining how his newest contraption would benefit the crew, and Sanji could never interrupt that.
Usopp had darted over to give Sanji a peck on the cheek in greeting, before quickly getting out of the way of Sanji's dinner preparations. He and Zoro sat down on the bench, and Zoro had none too subtly wrapped an arm around Usopp’s waist. Despite the loathsome green growth attached to him, Usopp was welcome in the kitchen, so Sanji had let them be.
As much as he could, anyway. Despite his best efforts, he could not fully pull his attention from his boyfriend, or the way his boyfriend's boyfriend was touching him. He was distracted by the rise and fall of Usopp’s voice, the curve of his smile as he leaned into Mosshead’s chest. Usopp looking so at ease made Sanji want to kiss him; the way his new overalls hugged his body made him want to do more. Zoro’s smug smirk when he cut his eyes at Sanji only fanned those flames.
Sanji distractedly prepared dinner. Sea beast meat was a wonderfully versatile medium, and Sanji usually loved working with it, but today he handled it with less care and creativity, half of his focus lost to the pair on the bench.
Usopp’s voice stuttered, pulling Sanji out of the rhythm he’d settled into. Though he often used to pretend not to listen, he was finely attuned to the cadence of Usopp’s voice. Loud when he was self aggrandizing, fast and excited when rambling about a new experiment, squeaky and halting when he was caught in a lie. His voice changed depending on the story he was telling, but this was different. Different, yet still familiar.
Usopp’s voice hitched again, cutting off with a small, brief gasp, and it clicked for Sanji.
Zoro's hand was no longer on Usopp’s hip. It had crept downward, and now rested over the crotch of his pants. As Sanji watched, his middle finger dug into the fabric, rolling in a circular motion.
Usopp shuddered, his sentence trailing off until the words stopped completely.
Zoro pressed his face against the side of Usopp’s head. With his eyes closed, he looked as if he were simply resting it there, but Sanji was standing at just the right angle to see his tongue trace the shell of Usopp’s ear. All the while his finger kept moving.
Sanji turned away abruptly. Dirty, sneaky bastard! The nerve of him, feeling up Usopp not five steps away from Sanji! Sanji tried to ignore them; he had dinner to finish preparing, after all, no matter how much he wanted to march over and interrupt. That was probably half the reason Zoro was being so obvious. Sanji stirred the soup, then set out trays for the meat. He was almost done loading the trays when he couldn’t resist any longer. He looked over at the bench.
They were angled toward each other now, abandoning all pretenses as they kissed. Leaning into each other, mouths open, gaining more fervor as they pressed together. Usopp bit Zoro’s lower lip, giving it a tug before melting back into his mouth. Those inquisitive hands had found their way inside Zoro’s robe, and Sanji seethed, half envious and half turned on. He knew every inch of Usopp’s hands, and he longed to feel those calloused fingers tracing his own body.
His dick twitched in his pants.
Enough was enough.
“You two aren’t seriously going to do this right in front of me?”
Usopp broke away from Zoro. “We didn’t want to disturb you,” he said. He smiled, but there was a shrewd look in his eyes that said he knew exactly what Sanji was doing: angling for an invite, but in a way that he could plausibly play off if they denied him.
“Don’t you have a job to do?” Zoro said, as if he hadn't been silently taunting Sanji from the moment he walked in. “You mind your business and I’ll mind mine.” His arm tightened around Usopp, nearly pulling him into his lap. His spare hand touched the swords laying beside him on the bench.
“If it’s in my kitchen, with my boyfriend, then of course it’s my business!” Sanji said, stomping one foot pointedly.
“My boyfriend too, dartbrow,” Zoro said, half rising, “and I don’t answer to you. You interrupt us and I’ll–”
“If you two start fighting, then I’m leaving,” Usopp cut in, giving them an unimpressed look.
He’d do it, too. Sanji knew from experience. Judging by Zoro’s frown, he also recalled the last time Usopp had simply strolled out when they got too caught up in insulting each other to pay him proper attention.
Zoro sank back into his seat. “He’s the one interrupting,” he grumbled. He was almost pouting, an expression Sanji only ever saw Usopp draw out of him these days.
Usopp knew as well as Sanji did that Zoro had been trying to provoke Sanji, as a bonus on top of getting to make out with Usopp, but he patted the swordsman's arm soothingly. “Don’t be mad. Sanji just wants a kiss too. Right?”
Sanji perked up.
“Yeah,” Zoro scoffed. “A kiss is all he wants. Why don’t you ask him about the teaspoon he’s keeping in his pants?”
Zoro couldn’t see Sanji’s lower half because of the counter, but it still miffed Sanji that his guess was spot on. Just watching them had turned him on. His dick had half risen, making a small tent in his pants.
Usopp spoke before Sanji could answer. “You’re welcome to join us. I just figured you’d like to get done with the food, first.”
Yes! “I’m quite adept at multitasking, my love,” Sanji said. “Just give me a few minutes.”
Sanji picked up the pace. Nothing on the menu tonight needed too much oversight, thankfully. Most of the side dishes were done. Once he got the meat ready, all that remained was loading it into the oven.
As he worked, he couldn’t help but keep half an eye on the duo on the bench. Building anticipation for joining them. They resumed kissing, this time with more blatant wandering hands. Both Usopp’s hands were fully inside Zoro’s robe, feeling up his abs and ridiculously large pecs. Zoro cupped Usopp’s jaw with one hand, the other running up his side from thigh to chest, back and forth until it found the clasp of his overall. He fiddled with it blindly until it came undone. Zoro reached for the second one, only for Usopp to grab his hand and stop him.
“What are you doing?” Usopp hissed.
“Undressing you,” Zoro said.
“We’re in the kitchen!”
“So?”
“So I’m not getting naked when anyone could just walk in!”
“We’ve all seen you naked before.”
“That’s not— ugh! I’m not getting caught having sex in the kitchen! Do you know how much Nami would fine us?”
That gave Zoro pause. Sanji could practically see the rusty gears in his head grinding as he tried to figure out how to reconcile the unstoppable force of his libido with the unavoidable wrath of Sanji’s beloved Nami-swan.
“We can lock the door and cover the portholes,” Sanji said when the silence stretched on too long. “No one would question it, considering how often I have to lock Luffy out.”
It was not pity for Zoro that moved Sanji. No, nothing so altruistic. It was the need burgeoning in his pants, and the heavenly image of Usopp, naked and wanting, in his kitchen. The brief thought of feeding Usopp treats while Sanji fucked him over the counter top sent a bolt of heat through his abdomen. He made a mental note to bring it up later.
“What’s wrong with just making out, clothes on?” Usopp asked, still unconvinced.
“Nothing,” Zoro said. He ran a hand down Usopp’s back, leaning in to growl against his ear. “I’ve just been hard as a rock since we walked in, and all I can think about is stuffing your pussy.”
Usopp squawked and turned red.
“I can only imagine how wet you are right now,” Sanji said. “I’d love to taste more than just your lips before dinner, my sweet.”
Usopp’s cheeks flushed even darker.
Zoro rolled his eyes.
Usopp was convinced though, and that was all that mattered. He extracted himself from Zoro’s arms, moving to draw the curtain over the porthole in the door. Zoro followed suit with the ports along the wall. The door had multiple locks, thanks to Luffy; Usopp locked all of them, even going so far as to put the bar into place.
Then he started to strip.
Sanji had hoped he would go slow, maybe put on a show, teasing them by revealing, centimeter by centimeter, each tantalizing stretch of brown skin. Usopp was nothing if not a consummate showman. But Usopp wasted no time. He kicked off his shoes, shrugged off the remaining overall strap. The overalls dropped to the floor, quickly followed by his shirt.
Usopp caught Sanji’s disappointed look. “Dinner’s in less than an hour,” he said. Then he softened, something warm and sly entering his gaze. “The faster I strip, the faster you can get to work.”
The binder came off next, and Sanji nearly twirled for joy. No binder meant they were allowed to touch his chest.
When he was down to his underwear, Zoro grabbed him by the hips, reeling him in. Sanji began to finish loading trays, stealing glances out of the corner of his eye. Usopp’s back muscles flexing under sun-kissed skin. Broad hands running over the curve of his hip. Usopp’s river of dark curls bouncing as he gasped. Zoro’s green hair, just visible around Usopp’s chest, then waist, then hip, clearly kissing his way down Usopp’s stomach. Biting, more likely, if Sanji knew the brute.
Sanji grabbed the bowl of glaze, swiftly applying it to each piece of meat. Usopp’s soft sighs made his toes curl. He tried to keep a steady hand with the basting brush, but it shook with every sound.
“Sanji,” Usopp called, and Sanji nearly dropped the bowl.
His voice was so beautiful, thick with desire. Cock jumping, Sanji spun to see him.
Usopp was looking over his shoulder. His eyes were dark pools, like the night over an endless stretch of ocean, pulling Sanji in. One of the swordsman’s thick hands gripped his hip. The other kneaded his ass. Usopp’s underwear were gone, leaving him bare. Beyond him, Zoro straightened up, but Sanji barely saw him, almost unable to tear his gaze away from Usopp’s half lidded eyes.
“Yes, my love?” Sanji asked.
“Join us?” Usopp asked.
“Yes, absolutely, just—” he fumbled with the bowl. He needed to finish, get the trays in the oven, but they needed a bit more—
“Take your time,” Zoro said, and Sanji’s blood boiled. If Usopp had said those words, it would have been sweet, or perhaps sounded sad if he was in a mood to guilt trip. When Zoro said them, it was goading. Selfish prick wanted Usopp all to himself. Sanji would be damned if he allowed that!
Working at a furious speed, Sanji spread the glaze over the remaining pieces of meat, loading them all into the oven as fast as could without actually throwing them.
“The clock is set,” Sanji said, setting a timer. He put the timer on the counter and strode toward the pair, undoing his belt as he went.
Usopp turned in Zoro’s arms. One hand pushed his waterfall of curls over his shoulder. He sat back in Zoro’s lap, reaching up one arm to wrap around the swordsman’s neck, the other reaching out, beckoning Sanji closer. Drool pooled in Sanji’s mouth; every move put Usopp’s body on display, showing off the muscles just begging to be touched.
“I’m going to devour you, my dear,” Sanji breathed, pressing a hard kiss to Usopp’s lips before falling to his knees before him. Hands outstretched, ready to touch, to worship. Ready to drink his fill from this divine cup.
He traced up Usopp’s legs, starting at the ankles, dragging his hands over his calves. He skated his fingertips lightly over the tops of his thighs, dipping towards his inner thighs just far enough to make Usopp shiver, before passing them. He carded through the hair at his navel before moving to his sides, running his hands back and forth over the swells of muscle and fat.
Sanji kissed his way up Usopp’s stomach, reverently pressing his lips to each fold of skin until he finally reached his target. Usopp gasped when Sanji licked his nipple. His hand fell on Sanji’s head, fingers tugging lightly at his hair. Sanji ran his tongue over the nipple again and again, feeling it harden under his tongue. On the other side, Zoro pinched the nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger until Usopp jerked in his grasp. Sanji cupped the breast in his hand, marveling at the soft, plush weight. He ran his thumb over the peak, then squeezed lightly. Then he leaned in to place his mouth at the top, nipping and licking his way down the breast until he could suck the nipple into his mouth. There he stayed, sucking and flicking, while Zoro toyed with the other side, rubbing and squeezing while Usopp gasped and twisted between them.
“Sanji,” Usopp whined.
“Mmh,” Sanji said.
“Sanji!” Usopp’s grip on his hair tightened. Despite the way he pushed his chest into Sanji’s ministrations, he didn’t sound too happy.
It distracted Sanji from his lust. Was something wrong? He glanced up.
Usopp gave him a deadpan look. “We’re on a timer. Quit screwing around and eat me out,” he demanded.
Ah. A shiver went down Sanji’s spine at Usopp’s tone. He loved it when Usopp got bossy.
“As you wish,” Sanji said, pulling off the breast. He laughed when his breath hit the cooling spit on Usopp’s nipple, making him shiver. Before getting down to business, Sanji leaned up for a quick kiss; Usopp obliged him, and Sanji gasped at the tongue that flickered over his bottom lip.
Sanji pulled away. Before he could touch Usopp’s legs, Zoro hooked Usopp’s knees with his own and spread them, baring Usopp’s pussy for Sanji’s viewing pleasure.
It was lovely. Flushed a pretty pink, puffy with arousal, already showing a faint glimmer of wetness.
Any other time, he would take time to reacquaint himself with his favorite place in the world. He could spend hours worshiping at the altar of God Usopp, but he had a job to do.
The clock was ticking, after all.
He licked a stripe up Usopp’s pussy.
The tangy taste of his wetness burst over his tongue. Sanji lapped at it, following the taste to its source. Usopp’s legs trembled when he found it, and Sanji teasingly flicked his tongue just inside his entrance. He worked his way back up, dragging his tongue until he found that perfect little pearl hidden beneath the curly pubic hair. He pushed the hair aside with his fingers to reveal Usopp’s clit. It was already swollen thanks to previous attention; Sanji licked it, then wrapped his lips around it.
“Ah,” Usopp gasped. His hand settled in Sanji’s hair once more, pushing his head down as if to say more more more.
Sanji pressed his tongue over his clit, rolling it under the appendage. Then he sucked at it. He alternated, lapping and sucking at his clit until Usopp was squirming and his hips rose in small, abortive thrusts, hamstrung by the way Zoro kept his legs spread. Sanji glanced up.
Usopp’s eyes were huge, his chest flushed and trembling. Zoro had one hand over Usopp’s mouth, muffling his cries. The other cupped a breast.
Sanji wanted to hear him; he loved how loud and responsive Usopp could be when he let loose, but his muted whimpers and moans would have to be enough until they could move somewhere more private (and soundproofed) after dinner. These sounds, muffled as they were, were already wreaking havoc on Sanji’s cock. It had gone from half mast to rock hard as soon as he laid eyes on Usopp’s pussy, and now it strained against his pants.
Sanji pulled off Usopp’s clit. With gentle fingers, he spread the lips of his pussy, and wasted no time finding his entrance and slipping his tongue inside.
Usopp jumped, his pussy spasming around Sanji’s tongue. He keened as Sanji licked into him, rocking as best he could into Sanji’s tongue.
Sanji pressed harder, obsessed with the way Usopp’s body tightened as he got closer and closer to climax. Sanji undulated his tongue against Usopp’s slick walls. Simultaneously, he jammed his thumb over his clit.
It was enough to push Usopp over the edge. He came with a muffled cry, bucking into Sanji’s mouth. His pussy clenched, and a new stream of wetness trickled out.
Sanji lapped at the gush of fluid, reveling in the taste. When the orgasm subsided, Sanji pressed a kiss to his clit, and sat back.
“That’s one,” Sanji said, running his hands over Usopp’s plush thighs.
He could see the question in Usopp’s eyes.
“Did you think we were done?” Sanji asked. The faux confusion in his voice was undermined by the hungry smirk that he couldn’t hide. “The alarm hasn’t gone off yet. I don’t know about mosshead, but I’m not stopping until it does.”
Usopp’s eyes widened, but he looked far from afraid. He looked excited.
It had taken them ages to convince Usopp that it was okay just to sit back and let them do the work sometimes. That Sanji and Zoro enjoyed making him cum just as much as they did taking pleasure in his body. Usopp was a giver, a generous lover; when they first got together, he always had to be moving, giving back for every touch. Like he thought he had to earn it. Seeing him now, so eager and willing to let them take care of him, filled Sanji with joy.
“For once you have a good idea, swirly,” Zoro said. He readjusted his grip on Usopp, pulling him up from where he’d slumped in his lap.
For once, Sanji didn’t feel the need to snark back at him. Loving Usopp was one of very few things they could agree on.
Sanji leaned in, burying his face between Usopp’s legs. He kissed the lips of his pussy before slipping his tongue back into Usopp’s entrance, reveling in the way Usopp’s thighs seized around his head. He licked his way up until he found his clit once more.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Zoro muttered in Usopp’s ear. “I can’t wait to be in you, you’re probably soaked.” Usopp was the undisputed king of dirty talk in their little trysts, but Zoro was no slouch either whenever he decided to take a stab at it. Something that came with the territory of being shameless. “So eager for us, aren’t you? I don’t know why you were acting like you could resist earlier, you only needed the slightest nudge to spread your legs for us. You look so pretty writhing on Cook’s tongue. How many orgasms do you think we can get you through?”
Sanji rubbed the slick folds with his fingers. He gently parted them, and slowly slid one finger into Usopp’s entrance. He was silky soft against his finger, squeezing intermittently as Sanji stroked him and lavished his clit with attention.
His pants were too tight. Sanji discretely unbuttoned them with one hand, blindly feeling for the zipper to release some of the pressure on his cock. He almost checked to see if he’d accidentally set fire to himself, his loins felt so hot.
Sanji thrust his finger in and out, stroking Usopp's walls with finesse. He soon added a second finger. With every thrust he curled them, caressing all the spots that made Usopp writhe with pleasure.
Usopp moaned, and Sanji smirked. He had always been good with his hands.
The door rattled in its frame as someone banged on it, startling all three of them.
“Sanji!” Luffy yelled. “Is it ready yet?”
Sanji withdrew from Usopp’s pussy with a scowl.
“Not yet, you shitty captain!”
“Aw! But it smells so good!”
“I’ll tell you when it’s ready, but you’re not allowed in here until I say so! Now get lost!”
Thankfully, this exchange was customary, and Luffy didn’t seem to sense any more anger than usual in Sanji’s vitriolic tone. He sighed, loud and exaggerated, before shuffling away from the door.
Sanji waited for Luffy’s footsteps to fade before turning back to Usopp. His nose almost bumped Zoro’s knuckles. Zoro’s hand had made its way down Usopp’s front while Sanji was distracted, picking up where Sanji left off. Now it sat on his pelvis, two fingers lazily circling over his clit.
Sanji and Zoro usually stayed separate. They were dating Usopp, not each other, and they preferred it that way. They put each other on edge too much to have threesomes all the time. But when the three of them did have sex together, they were good at taking care of Usopp. This was the one area where their teamwork was near flawless. Usopp was their center, their mediator. Sanji and Zoro couldn't stand each other, but they did agree on loving Usopp, and they could put aside their grievances long enough to make him feel good, because Usopp had more than enough love for them both.
Zoro rubbed Usopp's clit. Sanji resumed fingering Usopp, pressing wet kisses to Usopp's inner thighs until Usopp shuddered between them and came again.
“Two,” Sanji said, leaning back.
“Get on my cock,” Zoro said. Usopp didn’t respond at first, still dazed after the last orgasm. Zoro nudged him; gently, if impatiently, pushing him up to stand on shaky legs.
Sanji helped, grabbing Usopp’s hips to hold him steady while Zoro quickly undid his robe and pants.
Zoro slid his pants down just far enough to free his cock. It sprung up, hard and leaking. With how long Usopp spent squirming and moaning in his lap, Sanji was surprised Zoro hadn’t cum yet.
Zoro gripped Usopp by the hips. Muscles bunching, he lifted him up. Sanji helped guide him until he held Usopp over his cock. Usopp gasped as the thick head pushed into his sensitive entrance. Bit by bit, Zoro lowered him, slowly sliding him down on his cock until it was completely sheathed in Usopp’s warm body.
All three of them groaned; Zoro and Usopp at the feel of each other, Sanji at the sight of Zoro’s thick cock stretching Usopp’s sopping wet pussy.
Sanji leaned in and licked around it. He worked at the shaft, moving up to where they connected to tease the lips of Usopp’s pussy. Trading his tongue for his fingers, he rubbed their connection gently as he returned to Usopp’s swollen clit, sucking on it with a vengeance.
Usopp moaned, loud even with Zoro’s hand back in place over his mouth. Zoro removed that hand, using it to grab the back of Usopp’s head instead. He turned his head just far enough to press messy kisses to his lips.
Sanji sucking at his clit. Zoro’s tongue plundering his mouth, his cock stuffing his pussy. Both their hands wandering, stroking his thighs and stomach, squeezing his tits.
Sanji knew Usopp would never admit it in so many words, but he loved being loved by both of them. He loved being the center of their focus, having their hands all over his body. Being touched, pleasured, overwhelmed.
Knowing he was theirs.
Overwhelm him they did. Usopp never came faster than he did when split between the two of them. Sanji was reminded of this when his pussy fluttered around Zoro’s cock at near record speed. They helped him ride it out, keeping their ministrations steady even as his hips and legs jerked while the orgasm rocked through him.
“Three,” Zoro grunted, ending the kiss with a wet noise.
Usopp’s head flopped back on Zoro’s shoulder, mouth open as he panted.
Sanji admired his heaving tits as he caught his breath, surreptitiously reaching down to palm the bulge in his underwear.
“How much time do we have,” Usopp asked.
“Doesn’t matter,” Zoro said, and Sanji was in full agreement.
He let Usopp breathe for a minute, knowing he had to be more than a little over-sensitized. Not too long, though; the timer had to be getting low, and he knew they could probably drag at least one more orgasm out of Usopp. Sanji reached out and ran gentle fingers around where Usopp and Zoro connected. Working around the lips where Usopp was spread around Zoro's cock, spreading the wetness seeping out of him over his fingers. Sufficiently slicked, Sanji carefully nudged the tip of his finger into Usopp's entrance.
Usopp made a low but pleased sound.
Moving slow, Sanji pushed his finger in further. He bobbed it in and out, and when he could move easily, slipped a second finger in alongside it, soon followed by a third. It was a tight fit between Zoro's cock and Sanji's fingers, but he kept up the motion. Usopp was slick and relaxed enough to accept the stretch. Sanji petted Usopp's walls, his knuckles brushing Zoro's cock with every movement.
Zoro groaned, burying his face in Usopp's shoulder.
It grew easier to move the more he worked at it. Soon he could curl his fingers, and took great joy in making Usopp shake by stroking his most sensitive spots.
Sanji palmed his own cock, rubbing and squeezing his length through his underwear. He imagined, one day, getting Usopp wet and desperate and stretched like this. Zoro and Sanji holding him between them, filling him with both their cocks. Sliding against each other as Usopp squeezed tight around them, making Usopp writhe with pleasure between their bodies as they pumped into him. Someday Sanji would like to try it.
Today was not that day.
Sanji leaned in to lick Usopp. His fingers moved faster, pumping in and out rapidly.
Above him, Usopp moaned and shook. He spasmed around Sanji's fingers, body growing tight as his release approached.
Sanji moaned, hips bucking as he furiously rubbed his cock with his free hand.
Usopp’s thighs locked around his head. Keeping him pressed to his pussy.
It was too much.
Usopp’s scent in his nose, his hot skin under his lips. His pussy contracting around his fingers and Zoro’s cock, squeezing them like a vice, so tight Sanji could almost imagine it was his own cock. Juices on his tongue. Usopp’s thighs around his head, crushing him, holding him in place, Usopp, Usopp, Usopp—!
Sanji choked on a broken moan, and came in his pants.
As his pulse calmed, Sanji became aware of the ringing. The alarm was going off.
Sanji panted. His underwear felt slick, and he knew he’d soon have a telltale wet spot on the front of his pants. He staggered to his feet. His underwear rubbed his oversensitive cock. He stumbled around the counter to the oven, and barely remembered to put on his oven mitts before unloading the trays.
While Sanji dealt with the food, Zoro and Usopp moved to the floor. Usopp got on his hands and knees, Zoro pressing against him from behind, back to chest. They settled into a steady rhythm, Zoro’s hips rolling into Usopp, rocking them both back and forth.
The soft smacks of Zoro’s hips meeting Usopp’s plush ass drove Sanji wild. He moved around the kitchen, plating food, transferring dishes to the table or sink, all the while acutely aware of the pair’s movements. As he readied the last of the meal, he heard Usopp break the quiet that had fallen over the kitchen.
“Pull out before you cum,” Usopp said.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t,” Usopp gasped as Zoro nailed another sensitive spot inside him, “want the mess.”
“It’s more of a mess if I pull out,” Zoro said. “If I cum in you, it’s contained.”
Surprisingly logical reasoning, for the meat-headed swordsman. Usopp didn’t seem appeased, however.
“We’re about to eat!”
“So?”
“So?! I don’t want cum leaking through my pants in the middle of dinner!”
“How can you be so mouthy after cumming so many times?”
“I am the, ah, Great Captain Usopp,” Usopp said proudly. “And you better do what I say!”
Zoro grunted, exasperated, but Sanji knew he would do as Usopp asked. They liked to tease Usopp outside of sex, but were hard pressed to deny him anything in the middle of it, especially not a request like this.
Sanji tossed a damp rag at Zoro’s head. Zoro was too far gone to react in time, and it smacked him in the face. The rag slid off, landing on the back of Usopp’s head. Zoro glared at Sanji, but never stopped his rhythmic movements.
When all the food was ready, Sanji settled in to watch the finale.
They rocked together, panting and letting out quiet groans. It was enough to make Sanji's dick twitch; he had a shorter refractory period than most men and would have loved to jump back in, but with dinner right around the corner, he hoped they would finish before he worked up another hard on.
Sanji would never call Zoro beautiful, but even he could admit that there was something alluring about the broad, muscled chest, the power lurking beneath his restrained movements, and the gentle way he interlocked his and Usopp’s fingers.
Of course, the mosshead still had nothing on Usopp. Baby hairs clung to his sweaty forehead, framing his flushed face. His long coils of hair fell to one side, leaving a shoulder bare. Usopp had always been cute, but he'd come back from the crew's separation absolutely gorgeous. Sanji couldn't get enough of his new musculature, the steadier, more self assured way he moved, the fat that softened and strengthened his once stick-thin frame. Sanji loved watching Usopp's muscles bunch as he rocked back on Zoro's cock, was obsessed with his pleasured sighs and the way he bit his plush lower lip.
Usopp's eyes fluttered shut and his mouth fell open as he came once more. His arms gave out, and slumped to the floor, head turned just enough to keep his nose from bending.
Zoro didn’t stop. Without missing a beat, he straightened and sat up on his knees, grabbing Usopp’s hips and pulling them to meet his thrusts. They gained speed, then grew more erratic as he approached his own end. At the last second, Zoro pulled out, snatching up the rag to catch the spill of semen.
When he was done, he leaned down to kiss Usopp's shoulder. "I'll be sure to cream you properly later," the unromantic fool promised, and Usopp shuddered.
They sat up and started pulling their clothes back on, Usopp muttering something that sounded like thank the seas for birth control. Usopp was reaching for his binder, overalls hanging loose around his hips, when he abruptly stopped and turned to Sanji.
"Sanji, do you want me to…?" Usopp trailed off when he caught sight of the large wet spot staining the front of Sanji's underwear. He'd been too distracted to zip his pants back up.
"Don't worry about it," Sanji said.
"Oh, wow."
"Nice stamina there, Blondie."
"Shush, Zoro." Usopp snapped before Sanji could get angry. He walked forward and pressed a sweet, lingering kiss to Sanji's lips.
Sanji closed his eyes, leaning into it.
Usopp pulled back, just a little, so his lips brushed Sanji's when he whispered, "After dinner, let's pick this up again. I want to return the favor properly."
Sanji had to postpone dinner a few minutes more, just to cool down from that.
In the meantime, Usopp and Zoro finished dressing and wiped down with a wet rag. After unlocking the door, they took seats at the table. Sanji didn't have time to change, so he tied an apron on around his waist and called the others for dinner.
The rest of the crew came wandering in (or in Luffy's case, running) and settled in for the meal. They ate happily and loudly as they always did, with no one aware that they were sitting where the three of them just had sex, or that Sanji’s underwear was full of cum.
Well, almost no one.
Chopper was definitely giving him the evil eye. Not even the delicious scent of Sanji’s food could completely cover up the smell.