OOC Log
Who: Lucci and Sanji
What: Sex!
Where: In the bathroom on the Sunny
When: November 14th
Rating: NC-17
Lucci wasn't the type of person to get nervous. No, this was...anticipation. It was definitely a good thing. He just hated waiting. A very small part of him was somehow convinced that Sanji just wasn't going to show up, which made him feel somewhat stupid just...standing around in the bathroom. God forbid someone else come in and ask him what he was doing.
For some reason, the bathroom seemed unusually far away tonight. Sanji frowned to himself, hands shoved in his pockets as he made his way there. There was no reason to be second-guessing himself, right? He knew exactly what he was getting into. Besides, it was only Lucci. He'd known him long enough now, admittedly found him...attractive. And more importantly, it'd been nearly five fucking months since he'd gotten any - like he needed anymore reason than that. Nah, this was totally fine. Nothing to worry about. Sanji grinned, slowing to a stop in front of the bathroom door, and raised his hand to knock.
Lucci knew Sanji was there without him having to knock. He smiled to himself, glad to know that his...concerns had been unfounded. He was sure there'd been no reason to think this wasn't going to happen, now. It was Sanji. Lucci could trust him. He opened the door, smirking a bit and tilting his head to beckon Sanji inside.
"Yo," Sanji said, returning the smirk and stepping past Lucci into the bathroom. He took a deep breath as he looked around, belatedly wishing he'd thought to light up a smoke on his way here. Ah well, he'd live.
Lucci closed the door and locked it, hoping that they wouldn't be interrupted. He turned around and leaned against the door, looking Sanji over for a moment - he only saw the man a million times a day, and this wouldn't be the first time Lucci would give him such an appraising look, but this time was...different. "Hello," he said finally, and if it were possible to make a greeting into an innuendo, Lucci managed it.
Sanji glanced back at Lucci, slowly eyeing him up and down and letting his smirk widen a bit. "Nice place," he said casually, reaching for the buttons on his coat and undoing them one at a time until he could slip the entire thing off his shoulders.
Something about that gesture really made the situation sink in - although Lucci didn't think it was going to be completely real for him until he could actually touch Sanji. But...he wasn't going to just yet. "Only the best," he said, just watching for now. He'd already taken off his tie and jacket earlier in the day.
"Of course." Sanji rolled his eyes, draping his coat over one of the towel racks and jerking his tie loose. "Remind me to send Franky a thank-you card." He could feel Lucci's eyes on him and tried not to let it get to him - no reason to be nervous, he kept reminding himself. If anything, it was...kind of turning him on. He toed off his shoes, then propped his hands on his hips and sent Lucci an expectant look, raising his eyebrows a bit.
Lucci grinned at Sanji's pose, chuckling a little as he stepped away from the door. He moved closer until there were only a few inches of space between them, took one hand from his pocket, and rested it lightly on Sanji's waist. "I have a question for you," he said softly, licking his lips.
The motion had Sanji instantly zeroing in on Lucci's mouth, and the automatic urge to take a step back faded. Lucci was taller than him. Somehow that made everything seem more real. Gone were the small and petite girls Sanji was used to. "...And what's that?" Sanji asked faintly, dragging his eyes back up to Lucci's.
Lucci smirked again. Predictable. But definitely, definitely not in a bad way. Sanji had pretty eyes... "I want to know if I can kiss you." It was an awkward question to have to ask, especially if Sanji was going to say no, but Lucci refused to show that he wasn't completely at ease with it.
Oh. Kissing, right. Sanji's eyes widened and he felt his cheeks go warm, which was just...really fucking embarrassing. Kissing was no problem, at least he knew he was good at that, right? Quickly, he attempted to school his expression back into something more...not flustered. Since he wasn't. Yes. "Hmm." Sanji lifted a hand, sliding it up Lucci's chest, and grinned. "I don't know, can you?"
Something about Sanji blushing like that was...hmm. Most of Lucci's sexual experience consisted of one night stands and brief liaisons with fellow agents and the occasional target - none of whom were particularly apt to be fazed by something like the suggestion of a kiss. So Sanji's reaction was novel, and...charming? Lucci didn't have the nicest smile in the world by nature, but he tried to make it a little less terrifying as he raised his other hand to cup Sanji's jaw and leaned in for a kiss.
Despite himself, Sanji found he couldn't stop the way his breath suddenly caught in his chest. Shit, it'd been way too long. He let his eyes slide shut as he pressed forward, hand curling into the material of Lucci's shirt, and kissed him back not just a little eagerly.
Realistically, they didn't have all the time in the world, but Lucci wasn't about to let this go by too quickly. He kissed Sanji slowly and very, very thoroughly, sliding his hand from Sanji's waist to his back, up over his spine and down again.
Sanji made a pleased sound in the back of his throat, his free hand circling behind Lucci's neck to pull him closer. Kissing him was surprisingly easy, which was somewhat relieving. He broke away after a moment, smirk working its way back to his face again. "...Guess that's a yes," he said, breathing noticeably heavier.
"Mmhm," Lucci said, eyes half-lidded as he dropped his arms around Sanji's waist, pulling him close. "You're a good kisser."
“All the girls back in East Blue could’ve told you that,” Sanji said, not bothering to keep the cocky tone out of his voice. He pressed forward against Lucci, lifting his chin a bit so their lips brushed together as murmured, “But you’re pretty damn good, yourself.”
As entertaining as the blushing hesitance from before had been, Lucci decided he liked Sanji much better like this. "I know," he said blithely, and kissed Sanji again, nipping his lower lip and tugging a little with his teeth. He bunched Sanji's shirt up in his hand, pulling until it came loose from his pants.
Sanji returned the kiss for several long moments, one hand gripping Lucci's shoulder tight and the other burying itself in his hair. The feeling of his shirt being tugged free dragged him back to his senses, though, and he broke away with a gasp, leveling a mock glare on Lucci. "You pull some shitty macho-manly move and try ripping my shirt or something and I'll kick your fucking ass," he all but growled.
Lucci was, admittedly, mildly startled. Then he laughed. "The same goes for you. I assure you that I have more respect for good clothes than that." But then, because he couldn't help being a bastard, Lucci yanked up on Sanji's shirt - not hard enough to tear, just hard enough to prove that he could - and trailed his hand over Sanji's bare back, smirking.
"...Yeah, I guess you do--oi!" Sanji reared back, mostly in fear for his shirt, and then promptly shivered at the touch of Lucci's hand on his skin. "A-ah... Geez, you jerk." He scowled for a second, then slid his own hands down to the buttons on Lucci's shirt and wasted no time as he started undoing them.
Lucci smiled. He didn't try to make it a pleasant one this time. "I'm not very nice, you know." He ran both his hands up Sanji's back and down his sides, over his ribs, half exploratory and half purposeful. "And I'm afraid I can't help but like you when you're angry." With that, he leaned in and latched his mouth onto Sanji's neck just under his jaw.
Sanji sucked in a breath, hands pausing as he let his head tilt to the side to give Lucci more room. "Mm...hate to disappoint you, but this is hardly angry." He grinned slightly, getting the last few buttons undone on Lucci's shirt so he could start tugging it off his shoulders. "Angry would have you kicked through the door in two seconds."
"Pretending, then," Lucci said against Sanji's ear, nipping the lobe as he shrugged his shirt off his shoulders. "Like when we fight. I like that." He started to work on Sanji's buttons, kissing and licking a slow path down the side of his neck. He wanted to bite, but he didn't think Sanji would appreciate it if he left a mark.
"Does the fighting turn you on, too?" Sanji asked, clenching his teeth against a groan that threatened to escape him. His fingers trailed over the sudden expanse of bare skin available to him, dipping down across Lucci's chest, half-lidded gaze following their every move.
"With you?" Lucci finished unbuttoning Sanji's shirt and let it hang there, reluctant to take it off if it meant not having Sanji's hands on him. "You have no idea." He ran his hands over lean muscle, blunt fingernails scraping over Sanji's skin.
Sanji arched into his touch and caught his eyes again, letting a slow smirk spread across his face. "Likewise," he said, and then without warning shoved Lucci up against the nearest wall. Not that he thought he'd be able to keep him there, but hell, it was worth a shot. He quickly shrugged out of his shirt and then pressed up against Lucci again. "I blame the adrenaline rush."
Hmm. Forceful was good. Lucci smirked. Fine; if Sanji wanted to play that way... "You can blame whatever you want." He pulled Sanji closer, kissed him hard, and then flipped them over, pinning Sanji against the wall. He grabbed one of Sanji's wrists and held it against the wall over their heads, leaning down to attack his neck again.
Well, that took even less time than expected. Sanji grunted and tried not to squirm - when the hell had his neck gotten so goddamn sensitive?? Lightly testing the hold Lucci had on his wrist only proved futile, so Sanji went for the next best distracting option and hooked one of his legs around the back of Lucci's, pulling their lower halves flush against each other.
...Oh. Right. Sanji and his ridiculously strong legs. Well, Lucci could hardly complain; he bit down hard on Sanji's shoulder, grinding their hips together and making a sound suspiciously close to a growl.
"Shit-!!" Sanji gasped, head banging backwards against the wall as his entire body jolted. Well fuck, that was definitely something all those well-to-do Baratie-attending girls hadn't done before. He let out a strangled sort of moan and used his free hand to draw Lucci's face back up to his own, kissing him again as he tightened his leg around him.
God, that...that was a nice reaction. It had been a long time since Lucci had been with someone strong like this, someone who could take it a little rough. That turned him on far more than he would have thought. Growling deeper this time, more animal than human, Lucci kissed back hard and repeated that motion of his hips, one hand tangled in Sanji's hair.
There was a small part of his mind - surprisingly small, actually - that was still feebly trying to question just what the hell Sanji thought he was doing. Luckily it short-circuited in time with Lucci's growl, leaving Sanji in peace to soak in every detail of what was happening. Lucci was all hard lines and angles pressed against him. His grip on Sanji’s arm was strong, he exuded raw power, he was so unmistakably MALE that it was starting to make Sanji’s head spin. But fuck if he wasn’t loving every minute of it, and nipping at Lucci’s lower lip as they kissed, slipping his free arm behind Lucci’s neck, crushing him close - it was all too easy.
Lucci didn't expect Sanji to be this into it this quickly. He'd expected a lot more awkwardness, but this...this wasn't even remotely awkward. This was good. Lucci had to let Sanji's arm down to hook his fingers under the waistband of Sanji's pants instead, pulling him forward with a short gasp against Sanji's lips. He moved his hands to the front, working on Sanji's belt.
Sanji let his newly freed hand tangle in Lucci’s hair, and had the presence of mind to back off with his hips a bit to give him more room to work. He kissed him again before breaking away to catch his breath, letting their foreheads rest together as his eyes lowered to watch Lucci’s hands.
When Lucci had the belt undone, he moved to work on Sanji's pants, rubbing the heel of his hand against the hardness he could feel underneath almost as if by accident. "Hmm," Lucci said, sounding thoughtful as he tugged Sanji's pants down, taking his underwear with them. He smirked a little, wrapping one hand around Sanji's cock and stroking him once. "I just had a thought."
It took a minute for the comment to even register, as Sanji’s head was suddenly filled with the mental equivalent of keysmashing. He sucked in a breath, bucking up into Lucci’s hand, his eyes squeezing shut. “A-ah, fuck - what?” Sanji leveled a heavy look on Lucci, panting shallowly. “What thought?”
If Sanji was going to keep reacting like that, this was going to be fun. Lucci grinned, kissed him again, and then leaned in so his mouth was next to Sanji's ear. "I want to suck your cock," Lucci said, almost a whisper, and stroked him again a little harder than before.
Oh... Well that sounded kind of fantastic. Sanji opened his mouth to say as much, but only managed to get a choked moan out as Lucci moved his hand again. He settled for a jerky nod of his head, turning so that he could catch Lucci's mouth in a quick kiss. "That," he finally managed to say, "would be fucking awesome."
Lucci grinned again. "Good." But he couldn't help but glance to the door; Sanji wasn't exactly quiet, and while that was far from a bad thing, the possibility of getting caught existed. "Do you want to get in the shower? Otherwise you might have to stay quiet."
Sanji's mouth snapped shut with an audible click of teeth. Stay quiet. Right, he could totally do that. No problem. "I can--nnngh-" He gasped again and then promptly turned red, slapping a hand over his mouth. Or not. "...Shower," he mumbled, glowering at Lucci as if daring him to say anything about it.
Lucci decided to be nice for once in his life and keep his mouth shut, although that couldn't keep him from smirking. He let Sanji go with one more quick bite to the side of his neck and went to turn the shower on. He unbuttoned his own pants while he was at it, because they were starting to get really uncomfortable.
That damn smirk. Sanji glared at Lucci's back for second, just for the hell of it, then leaned his head back against the wall and took a couple deep breaths to calm himself. He could do this, he'd gotten this far. Pushing away from the wall, he dragged a hand through his hair and then headed over to Lucci, wrapping his arms around the man's waist and peering over his shoulder at the shower knobs. "I like it hot."
"Good. So do I." Lucci normally didn't like it when someone came up behind him - he usually wouldn't turn his back at all if he could help it - but it was just Sanji, and while decades of ingrained training wanted him to freeze up, higher brain function managed to win out. Once he had the temperature adjusted, he turned to look back at Sanji, smirking a little more. "Good?"
Sanji shifted his weight, letting Lucci go as he leaned past him instead to test the water. "Good," he confirmed, throwing Lucci his own smirk over his shoulder. Then he straightened and, before he could change his mind, hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his pants and slid both them and his underwear off in one fluid motion.
Lucci took a moment to just survey the sight in front of him. Sparring with Sanji had given him a good idea of how strong and well-trained the man's body was, but he'd never really seen before, and it was certainly a nice view. "As good as you look in a suit, I think I like you better out of it," he commented, sliding the rest of his clothes off too.
"The birthday suit is the one I look best in," Sanji said faintly, busy watching Lucci's clothes disappear. He swallowed, then let a leering sort of grin take over his face. "I see you wear it well, too."
"That's utterly ridiculous, but thank you," Lucci said. Without warning, he wrapped his arms around Sanji's waist and pulled him forward so that they were pressed together, bare skin touching everywhere, and kissed him. "Now get in there," he said when they parted.
Sanji's muffled sound of surprise died almost instantly as he returned the kiss, hands gripping Lucci's forearms probably harder than was necessary. "Don't have to tell me twice," he muttered, and slid sideways into the shower. He hissed when the water first hit him, pausing under it to adjust to the temperature. "Just so you know, I'm gonna look like a lobster by the time we're through here."
Lucci chuckled a little, stepping into the shower beside him. It was pretty hot... "I can live with that." He rested his hands on Sanji's hips, kissing the side of his neck.
"Mmm." Sanji leaned back against the shower wall, sliding his own hands up Lucci's chest. "You have a neck thing."
In response, Lucci ran his tongue up the side of Sanji's neck. "You noticed." He bit down a little under Sanji's jaw, pressing closer. "I also have a biting thing. If you're okay with that."
Sanji shivered slightly despite the water pouring over them, and moved his hands further up and around behind Lucci's neck. "I think I can live with it," he said, and then pulled Lucci up to kiss him hard, pressing his body against his.
Lucci hummed approvingly at the kiss and the contact, rocking his hips against Sanji's and tangling his fingers in wet hair. When the kiss broke, he leaned back just enough to give Sanji a rather suggestive smirk before getting down to his knees and biting lightly at his hip bone.
This was so fucking surreal. Sanji couldn't help the way his eyes widened as he watched Lucci kneel down, but he quickly managed to force a more normal look onto his face and smirked faintly back, hands falling loosely at his sides. He tensed slightly in anticipation and unconsciously drew his lower lip into his mouth, following Lucci’s every move.
Lucci looked up at Sanji's face, practically unable to keep himself from smirking at the sight. There'd been a time when he hadn't considered Sanji very attractive. But looking at him now...it was hard to believe how he'd thought that way. He gripped Sanji's hip with one hand, wrapping the other around his erection, and leaned in to drag his tongue over the head.
Okay, Sanji thought as he sucked in a noisy breath and clenched his hands into fists, the most important thing here was to last more than two seconds. He swallowed, slouching further against the wall and nudging his hips forward, and tried to stop the stupid giddy grin he had a feeling he'd soon be sporting from becoming too obvious.
"You can put your hands in my hair if you want to, by the way," Lucci commented, giving him another lick. "I like that." And then he closed his mouth over the head and sucked lightly.
"...Yeah?" Sanji said, followed by a loud gasp. "I -- girls don't always like that. So." He bit back a groan at the feel of Lucci's mouth closing around him and let his hands move forward almost like they had a mind of their own, tangling them into Lucci's hair without a second thought.
Lucci just looked up at Sanji and raised an eyebrow, sliding down a little further and sucking again.
"Fuck!" Sanji exclaimed, slamming his head back against the shower wall. He tightened his hands in Lucci's hair, hips thrusting forward into that wet heat, needing more.
Lucci tightened his grip on Sanji's hip, holding him back a bit, and slid down as far as he could go, pressing his tongue against the underside of the shaft as he went. He loved having this kind of control, and Sanji looked utterly fantastic like this.
Sanji forced his eyes open and stared down at Lucci with a heavy-lidded gaze, drawing deep breaths. Shit, this was so goddamn hot. He could feel his toes curling as Lucci moved over him and let his legs spread a little farther apart. Fuck fuck fuck, that mouth...
Lucci would have grinned if he could have. Instead, he just moved up again and then back down, starting to pick up a rhythm, stroking his hand in time with his movements.
It was impossible to keep from moaning. Sanji would've tried to stop himself, but that required way too much concentration. The only thing he could focus on was Lucci and what he was doing and shit, couldn't he move any faster??
Lucci could practically feel how desperate Sanji was for more, and that was a lot hotter than it had any right to be. He could have been mean and drawn it out as long as possible just to make Sanji squirm, but this wasn't really the time, so he closed his eyes in concentration and went a little faster, sucking a little harder.
“Nnnnngh shit, Lucci--” Sanji gasped, his hips jerking forward again. He let go of Lucci’s hair with one hand, scrabbling at the shower tile behind himself instead. How was Lucci so fucking good at this? Heat pooled in Sanji’s gut, his muscles tensing up. There was no way he was going to last much longer.
Lucci made a long, low noise, like a contented hum, and slid down as far as he could - a little further than was comfortable, honestly. He swallowed almost reflexively, nails digging hard into Sanji's thigh.
Oh, that did it. Sanji choked and squeezed his eyes shut, his back arching off the wall. He pushed lightly at Lucci’s shoulder, unsure if he’d want to back off or not, but either way he had about half a second before- “Lucci - fuck, gonna--”
"Mmhmm," Lucci said. He would have been smirking deviously if he'd had the room for it. As it was, he just sucked a little harder and held Sanji back against the wall.
Fine, no arguments there. The heat in Sanji’s stomach coiled and tightened before finally exploding as the pressure surrounding him from Lucci’s mouth sent him over the edge. He curled forward, clutching at Lucci’s hair, a strangled sort of cut-off moan bursting from his throat as he thrust his hips a final time.
Lucci backed off, swallowing and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. There, now he could smirk. He got up from the floor, hands traveling idly over Sanji's damp skin, and bit lightly at the side of his neck.
Sanji blinked somewhat dazedly from where he was sagging back against the wall, and couldn't stop the grin that threatened to take over his face. Thank god he could rely on his legs to hold him up, otherwise he was pretty sure he would have had slid down the wall and turned into a pile of mush by now. He reached out almost absently, his own hands finding Lucci's waist and tugging him closer, humming contentedly.
Lucci made a quiet, hungry noise, thrusting against Sanji's hip and biting a little harder. He pulled back to look at Sanji's face. "I need to fuck you right now," he said, and licked his lips.
Sanji’s brain stuttered to a quick halt. He’d known this was coming, but… “Right,” he murmured, swallowing nervously. He cleared his throat and then forced himself to smirk, sliding one hand behind Lucci’s neck and pulling him in to kiss him lightly. “I guess you deserve it, at least, huh.”
Lucci raised an eyebrow. Then he smirked a little. "You know, if you say no, it's not going to hurt my feelings." He raised one hand to the side of Sanji's neck, thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "And for the record, I don't know how much you know about it, but it's meant to feel good for you too."
Sanji swallowed again, and he knew his face was probably red - he blamed it on the water temperature. "I know it's...meant to," he muttered, shifting his gaze to the side. "And I'm not gonna say no." He looked back at Lucci. "It's fine." He pressed forward against him, slinging his other arm around his neck as well, and said determinedly: "I want to."
Lucci wasn't a hundred percent sure he believed that, but Sanji seemed like he was either extremely sure about it or convincing himself that he was sure. And Lucci was mind-bendingly horny at the moment, which was making it a little hard to worry about that. He didn't want to ask if Sanji was sure, because he had a feeling it would only insult him, but... "Just trust me. All right? If you don't like it, I'll stop."
"...Right." Sanji nodded and relaxed a bit, absently trailing his fingers through Lucci's hair. "Right, I trust you," he said, and then kissed him again, putting a little more feeling into this time.
That was better. Lucci kissed back, slow and indolent until he realized something that made him break away, pause, and then huff in self-directed annoyance. "...Excuse me," he said, backing away and reaching for the door. "I brought something, but I left it in my pocket." Shaking his head a little, Lucci stepped out of the shower and picked up his pants to rummage through the pockets.
Sanji frowned a little in confusion, leaning out the door to watch him. "What is it?" he asked, pushing his wet hair out of his face so he could see better.
Found it. Lucci brandished his prize as he stepped back into the shower. "Lube," he said matter-of-factly. "It's freezing out there, by the way."
"...Lube -- oh." Sanji flushed, and then promptly scowled at himself for doing so. Goddammit, man up already. He reached for Lucci, pulling him back under the shower spray. "Yeah, s'why you won't see me going out there anytime soon."
"Smart of you," Lucci remarked, enjoying the warm water for a moment. "Incidentally, we have just learned an important lesson, that being that people who claim to find spontaneity sexy need to be more specific." He wrapped an arm around Sanji's waist and pulled him in for a kiss.
Sanji chuckled, grinning into the kiss as he slid his hands up Lucci's chest. His stomach was sort of doing somersaults but he ignored them, focusing instead on the delicious feeling of Lucci's wet skin sliding against his own.
Much as he didn't want to pressure Sanji, even the awkward moment before hadn't done much to calm Lucci down, and he was starting to feel pretty wound up. He broke away from the kiss, breathing harder than before. "You should probably turn around," he suggested.
The somersaults went into overdrive. Sanji looked at Lucci for a moment before his eyes dropped to his cock. How the fuck that was supposed to fit... He tore his gaze away with a slightly hysterical laugh, then kissed Lucci quickly a final time before spinning around to face the wall, planting his hands on the tile.
Lucci didn't know quite what to make of that reaction, but his first instinct was to snort in amusement and he went with it. He leaned in and kissed the back of Sanji's neck as he uncapped the bottle he was still holding. "Calm down," he said, coating his fingers with the lube and setting it aside.
"I'm calm!" Sanji insisted, even though he was kind of far from it. Jesus, this was like being a virgin all over again. Actually, it was worse. He'd been an overeager mess his first time, but he hadn't really been nervous. "Totally fine," he repeated, glancing over his shoulder at Lucci.
"Then stop panicking," Lucci said, smirking. He touched Sanji's back with slick fingers, slowly traveling lower. "I'm not going to hurt you." He leaned in to mouth at a slightly tooth-marked patch of shoulder when his fingers got where they were going, running his free hand over Sanji's chest and stomach as he pushed one finger in.
“I’m not panick--gah--” Sanji tensed up almost immediately, his instincts making him try to pull away before he could think about it and Lucci’s hand stopping him before he could get very far. Oh, that was weird. But…not bad or anything. He took a long, steadying breath, letting his forehead drop forward to rest against the wall, and then released it slowly. He could do this.
Lucci took that as a...well, not a good sign, but not a bad one. He'd stopped resisting after the initial shock; that was a positive. "It's strange at first," Lucci said, pressing in a little deeper. "You get used to it. Just relax; it helps."
Like it was really that easy, Sanji thought as he tried to force the tension out of his muscles. "Definitely strange," he agreed, squirming a bit as he tried to adjust. "But. Could be worse, I guess."
"Mmhm," Lucci said. He would have had more significant input on the situation, but he was busy concentrating on finding Sanji's prostate. "It does get better, though-- ah." There it was.
Sanji jolted instantly, his back arching and a startled gasp tearing from his throat as his eyes flew open. "--Jesus fuck, what--??" He shuddered and panted, mind spinning, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.
Lucci grinned. "I told you it gets better." He brushed by that same spot again, kissing and biting the side of Sanji's neck, and added another finger while he had Sanji distracted.
"How...what - what the shit is--" Sanji gasped again and then groaned loudly. He felt hot all over and his stomach was flipping in a completely different way now, almost in...anticipation. It took him a second to notice Lucci had even added another finger, but he didn't care - there was just an odd sort of stretching feel, but the burn was nothing he couldn't handle. Especially since his attention was very much focused on the sparks shooting up his spine, at the moment.
Sanji made a very pretty - not to mention impossibly arousing - picture like this. It made Lucci want to bite him, and he did, though not as hard as he would have liked. That was okay. He was sure he wouldn't mind in the end. "It's called a prostate," he said, working on stretching Sanji a little at a time until he could work up to a third finger, hitting that spot again occasionally.
Three fingers was more noticeable. Sanji hissed, biting down on his bottom lip, his hands grasping at the wall. “Ah, r-right,” he said faintly, talking being just about the last thing he could focus on at the moment. He shivered again, legs unconsciously spreading farther apart.
Lucci was utterly determined not to mess this up, to follow through on his promise not to hurt Sanji and to make this good for both of them, because, well, he had his pride, and because it was Sanji. That was the only thing keeping his pace slow and steady and attentive despite the fact that he was aching with want. He wrapped his hand around Sanji's cock, jerking him off in time to the movement of his fingers.
Sanji hadn't expected to get hard again so quickly, yet here he was. Evidently this whole experience was very much not a bad thing. His head was spinning again, though - it was almost too much to take everything in; the pleasure, the newness of it all, that it was Lucci... Wait, speaking of -- Sanji forced his eyes open, not even sure when he'd closed them, and turned his head slightly to he could glance back at the other man. "You gonna fuck me anytime this century?" he asked with a small smirk.
"God, I thought you'd never ask," Lucci said, utterly relieved and more than a little desperate and trying not to show it. He withdrew his fingers and reached for the lube again, pouring a bit into his hand, and when he used it to coat himself he hissed a little, half from the touch and half because he hadn't cared enough to warm it up first. He reached his other hand up to Sanji's jaw, pulling him back for a kiss. "Ready?"
"Mm - yeah," Sanji murmured, pulling back from the kiss. He took a deep breath and released it in a rush, resting his head against the shower wall again, but at an angle where he could still watch Lucci out of the corner of his eye. "Ready as I'll ever be."
Lucci didn't have a response to that. He lined himself up to Sanji's entrance and pushed in slowly, a little at a time; his mouth was open against the back of Sanji's neck and his hands were on Sanji's hips and all he could do for the moment was try to stay focused.
Sanji had a steady mantra going in his head. It went something like: relax, relax, relax, goddammit just stay relaxed! This was different from before, though. It fucking burned and it was really uncomfortable, but...hell, Sanji could handle it. He wasn't one of the strongest fighter's on board for nothing, he could take a little pain. Especially after having a taste of what "it gets better" felt like. So Sanji just shifted and braced himself against the wall, gritting his teeth as he rode it out.
Lucci didn't stop until he was all the way in, finally; he mumbled something against the back of Sanji's neck that might have been some kind of expletive. He wasn't really paying attention to much of anything but the way he could feel every single minute twitch of muscle around his cock and how every one of them caused all his nerves to spark off at once. He just...had to force himself to stay still until Sanji adjusted.
Shit, Lucci felt fucking huge this way. Sanji took a couple more deep breaths as he grew accustomed to the feel of having someone inside of him - inside of him, holy shit. It didn't take him long, and he wasn't about to make Lucci wait more than necessary. He figured this had to be torture for the poor guy. "...Okay," he said after a moment in a low voice. "Fucking move already."
Without thinking - he wasn't really doing any thinking at the moment - Lucci bit down on the back of Sanji's neck, hard, right where it met his shoulder. That was definitely going to leave a bruise but he wasn't thinking about that either just yet because he was too busy taking Sanji's order, thrusting into him hard and steady.
Son of a bitch, if that wasn’t a distraction at its finest... Sanji groaned, pushing back against Lucci almost automatically as he arched his back, his entire body shuddering under the combined assault of both Lucci’s mouth and his cock.
Lucci gasped, finally coming back to himself enough to form halfway coherent thoughts. "Ah...sorry," he said, and chuckled a little, because he didn't think Sanji necessarily minded. "Carried away." Lucci's fingers were digging into Sanji's hips; he leaned in to lick a stream of water from his spine.
"S'fine," Sanji grunted, panting a bit. "Ain't like I'm gonna break or something, you can do - whatever." He rocked backwards against Lucci again, almost as if to prove that.
Lucci gasped again. He bit down on the side of Sanji's neck, making a slightly feral sound that was more of a growl than a groan. "You like it?" he asked, punctuating that question by taking hold of Sanji's cock again.
Sanji’s reply was a long, low moan as he jerked forward into Lucci’s hand. “Hard…not to,” he said with a gasp. He clenched his muscles around Lucci without really thinking about it, his hips moving now almost of their own accord.
Lucci's breath caught in his throat when Sanji tightened around him - oh, that was... "Mmm. Good." He wasn't entirely sure whether he was answering Sanji or making a general statement. He started to move faster, harder, his other hand tracing over Sanji's stomach.
It was getting to be too much again. Lucci behind him, his hand in front, conflicting sensations all over the place, it was all building up inside him and causing that heat to burn and coil in his belly once more. Whatever pain had initially been present had long since faded, leaving Sanji just needing and wanting more of the pleasure already coursing through him. “Come on,” he practically growled, not really sure what he was even asking for.
Lucci wasn't sure what Sanji wanted either, but he tried to give it to him regardless; he moved faster, harder, and then his free hand was tangled in damp hair, pulling Sanji's head to the side to grant him better access and he bit down hard on Sanji's neck, not realizing that his teeth had grown into sharp points until it was too late to do much about it.
Sanji’s feet slid further apart, his toes curling against the shower floor as his knees buckled. “Shit.” he hissed, the sharp drag of teeth on his skin impossible to ignore. “Fuck - Lucci--” Something white-hot flashed through him, bringing him dangerously close, but he was determined to hold on for as long as possible and instead rocked back against Lucci as hard as he could.
Lucci may have moaned a little. He knew he should have let up, let go, but he dug in deeper instead, primal instinct overtaking a need to keep composure. Composure could go hang at this point, for all he cared. He was getting close already, the taste of blood and Sanji's insistent movements dragging him to the edge, but he knew he could hold out, he would hold out for as long as necessary.
There was a brief second where everything seemed to pause for Sanji, teetering precariously on the edge as he was. Lucci slammed in, his hand jerked down, everything tightened as Sanji reached his peak…and then Lucci's teeth broke skin and something abruptly snapped and Sanji came crashing down. His body clenched around Lucci as he came with a full body jolt, spilling into Lucci's hand with a gasping, strangled groan.
Lucci hadn't been expecting that, at least not like that, so sudden and intense. But there was blood on his tongue, hot and coppery and electric, and Sanji was so tight and perfect and Lucci couldn't think, could hardly even breathe, just clung to Sanji and fucked him hard and brutal until orgasm crashed into him like a tidal wave.
Sanji collapsed forward against the wall, barely able to hold himself up as he tried to catch his breath, gulping down air like he was a drowning man. "Holy shit," he finally managed to say, accompanied with an almost disbelieving laugh.
Lucci, who was finally able to think again, smirked. He leaned forward again, running his tongue over the mark he'd left with his fangs in a manner that bordered on but didn't quite touch apologetic, and then leaned back again, pulling out with a slight wince. "Mm. Should I take that as a compliment?"
"I think so, yeah," Sanji said, cringing slightly at the weird feeling of Lucci leaving him. He turned around and flopped backwards against the tile again, dragging a hand over his face and through his hair before giving Lucci a somewhat sheepish grin.
Lucci made a contented noise and leaned against the wall next to Sanji, mainly because standing up was a pain at the moment. "Well, for what it's worth, I had fun. ...I'm sorry about your shoulder."
Sanji winced at the reminder as the bite mark decided to make itself known with a rather sharp throb. He reached over his shoulder, touching it gently, and shrugged. "S'fine, didn't even notice really..." He turned his head to look at Lucci. "I had fun, too."
"Good," Lucci said. He was a little embarrassed that he hadn't remembered to ask first before breaking out the fangs, but Sanji didn't seem terribly bothered. Standing up from the wall, Lucci tried to collect himself the best he could while naked in a shower.
Grinning again, Sanji turned towards the shower head and tilted his face up into the spray, letting the water clean him off. Fuck, he felt good now.
Lucci stretched a little; his neck popped, not unpleasantly. He'd really needed that... "Hm. Problem," he announced, looking around a bit. "Next time I take a shower, I'm going to be thinking of this the whole time."
Sanji paused, hands frozen in the middle of pushing his hair out of his face. "...You just had to say that, didn't you?" he said, turning to look back at Lucci with a mock glare. "Now that's all I'M going to be able to think about, asshole."
"That might have been why I said it," Lucci said, completely neutral and casual. He tilted his head to one side. "Ah. You do have another eye."
"...Oh." Sanji flattened his hair over his eye again, looking away. "Of course I do - and you can tell Luffy it doesn't, in fact, shoot lasers." He cleared his throat, glancing around as well. "...I bet we're the first people who've done it in here."
"It's about time it was properly baptized, then," Lucci remarked. He elbowed Sanji over a bit so he could use the water, letting it flow down over him until he felt marginally clean. He pushed his hair back out of his face. "Why do you always keep it covered up like that?"
Sanji shrugged, stepping out of the way and crossing his arms. "Can't see right out of it and didn't feel like doing the eyepatch thing."
"Hmm." Lucci looked at Sanji for a moment with a critical eye. "...I think you could pull it off, but you would probably have to, I don't know, grow your hair out a bit and cultivate some facial hair. More than whatever this is, anyway." He reached out and poked at Sanji's chin. "You're too classy for an eyepatch as is, I'm afraid."
"Oi, hey!" Sanji scowled and slapped Lucci's hand out of the way. "I can grow facial hair just fine, thank you, I have to shave to get it like this - this being a goatee, by the way, and I know you know what that is." He gestured vaguely towards Lucci's face. "Sort of, anyway, not sure what the hell yours is doing."
"Sanji, if you could grow facial hair, you would do it. That," he pointed, "is a very sad attempt to make yourself look less like a fifteen-year-old boy." He pointed at his own face. "This is a goatee. And for your information, it grows this way because of my devil fruit. Spot patterns. Like my eyebrows."
"Dammit, I can grow it!! I just don't LIKE it -- oh whatever. Shut up. Screw you and your weird spotty beard thing." Sanji huffed and stepped gingerly out of the shower - stomping would’ve looked better, but his lower half really didn't think that was a good idea at the moment. Grabbing a towel, he started rubbing it over his hair as he turned to look at Lucci again. "Although," he said, glowering at him from beneath the towel, "I will agree that I'm far too classy for an eyepatch."
Lucci had been trying not to laugh until that last part. Oh, why not; he was in a good mood and Sanji would recover if he took offense to it. "Of course you are." Lucci shut the water off and stepped out, reaching for a towel. "Just be glad that you didn't have to start shaving at sixteen."
Sanji rolled his eyes, dropping the towel so he could start pulling on his clothes. “Like it’s such a hardship.” He paused after zipping his pants up, digging around in his pockets and pulling out a cigarette so he could light up. He inhaled deeply, made a blissful, satisfied sound, and then grinned over at Lucci. “So…thanks.”
In the process of buttoning his pants, Lucci shrugged. He looked up at Sanji after a moment and smirked a little. "You act as though I only did it as a favor to you," he said. "I'm afraid I'm not that nice. But you're welcome."
Sanji chuckled, leaning back against the wall and taking another drag from his smoke. "Well then," he said carefully, eyes on his cigarette, "I'll remember that next time."
Lucci paused. He...hadn't been expecting that. "...Good," he said finally, smirking a little more. "Do that."
The grin was back again. Sanji covered it by turning to grab his coat, slinging it over his shoulder. "Alright, I'm out. See you in the morning?"
"Mmhm." Lucci slung his towel over his shoulders, watching Sanji with faint amusement. "Keep an eye on your shoulder."
"Yeah, yeah, will do." Sanji opened the door, glancing up and down the hallway before stepping out. "Night, man."
"Night," Lucci said. He stretched a little more and went to find his shirt. This had turned out to be an excellent evening.
What: Sex!
Where: In the bathroom on the Sunny
When: November 14th
Rating: NC-17
Lucci wasn't the type of person to get nervous. No, this was...anticipation. It was definitely a good thing. He just hated waiting. A very small part of him was somehow convinced that Sanji just wasn't going to show up, which made him feel somewhat stupid just...standing around in the bathroom. God forbid someone else come in and ask him what he was doing.
For some reason, the bathroom seemed unusually far away tonight. Sanji frowned to himself, hands shoved in his pockets as he made his way there. There was no reason to be second-guessing himself, right? He knew exactly what he was getting into. Besides, it was only Lucci. He'd known him long enough now, admittedly found him...attractive. And more importantly, it'd been nearly five fucking months since he'd gotten any - like he needed anymore reason than that. Nah, this was totally fine. Nothing to worry about. Sanji grinned, slowing to a stop in front of the bathroom door, and raised his hand to knock.
Lucci knew Sanji was there without him having to knock. He smiled to himself, glad to know that his...concerns had been unfounded. He was sure there'd been no reason to think this wasn't going to happen, now. It was Sanji. Lucci could trust him. He opened the door, smirking a bit and tilting his head to beckon Sanji inside.
"Yo," Sanji said, returning the smirk and stepping past Lucci into the bathroom. He took a deep breath as he looked around, belatedly wishing he'd thought to light up a smoke on his way here. Ah well, he'd live.
Lucci closed the door and locked it, hoping that they wouldn't be interrupted. He turned around and leaned against the door, looking Sanji over for a moment - he only saw the man a million times a day, and this wouldn't be the first time Lucci would give him such an appraising look, but this time was...different. "Hello," he said finally, and if it were possible to make a greeting into an innuendo, Lucci managed it.
Sanji glanced back at Lucci, slowly eyeing him up and down and letting his smirk widen a bit. "Nice place," he said casually, reaching for the buttons on his coat and undoing them one at a time until he could slip the entire thing off his shoulders.
Something about that gesture really made the situation sink in - although Lucci didn't think it was going to be completely real for him until he could actually touch Sanji. But...he wasn't going to just yet. "Only the best," he said, just watching for now. He'd already taken off his tie and jacket earlier in the day.
"Of course." Sanji rolled his eyes, draping his coat over one of the towel racks and jerking his tie loose. "Remind me to send Franky a thank-you card." He could feel Lucci's eyes on him and tried not to let it get to him - no reason to be nervous, he kept reminding himself. If anything, it was...kind of turning him on. He toed off his shoes, then propped his hands on his hips and sent Lucci an expectant look, raising his eyebrows a bit.
Lucci grinned at Sanji's pose, chuckling a little as he stepped away from the door. He moved closer until there were only a few inches of space between them, took one hand from his pocket, and rested it lightly on Sanji's waist. "I have a question for you," he said softly, licking his lips.
The motion had Sanji instantly zeroing in on Lucci's mouth, and the automatic urge to take a step back faded. Lucci was taller than him. Somehow that made everything seem more real. Gone were the small and petite girls Sanji was used to. "...And what's that?" Sanji asked faintly, dragging his eyes back up to Lucci's.
Lucci smirked again. Predictable. But definitely, definitely not in a bad way. Sanji had pretty eyes... "I want to know if I can kiss you." It was an awkward question to have to ask, especially if Sanji was going to say no, but Lucci refused to show that he wasn't completely at ease with it.
Oh. Kissing, right. Sanji's eyes widened and he felt his cheeks go warm, which was just...really fucking embarrassing. Kissing was no problem, at least he knew he was good at that, right? Quickly, he attempted to school his expression back into something more...not flustered. Since he wasn't. Yes. "Hmm." Sanji lifted a hand, sliding it up Lucci's chest, and grinned. "I don't know, can you?"
Something about Sanji blushing like that was...hmm. Most of Lucci's sexual experience consisted of one night stands and brief liaisons with fellow agents and the occasional target - none of whom were particularly apt to be fazed by something like the suggestion of a kiss. So Sanji's reaction was novel, and...charming? Lucci didn't have the nicest smile in the world by nature, but he tried to make it a little less terrifying as he raised his other hand to cup Sanji's jaw and leaned in for a kiss.
Despite himself, Sanji found he couldn't stop the way his breath suddenly caught in his chest. Shit, it'd been way too long. He let his eyes slide shut as he pressed forward, hand curling into the material of Lucci's shirt, and kissed him back not just a little eagerly.
Realistically, they didn't have all the time in the world, but Lucci wasn't about to let this go by too quickly. He kissed Sanji slowly and very, very thoroughly, sliding his hand from Sanji's waist to his back, up over his spine and down again.
Sanji made a pleased sound in the back of his throat, his free hand circling behind Lucci's neck to pull him closer. Kissing him was surprisingly easy, which was somewhat relieving. He broke away after a moment, smirk working its way back to his face again. "...Guess that's a yes," he said, breathing noticeably heavier.
"Mmhm," Lucci said, eyes half-lidded as he dropped his arms around Sanji's waist, pulling him close. "You're a good kisser."
“All the girls back in East Blue could’ve told you that,” Sanji said, not bothering to keep the cocky tone out of his voice. He pressed forward against Lucci, lifting his chin a bit so their lips brushed together as murmured, “But you’re pretty damn good, yourself.”
As entertaining as the blushing hesitance from before had been, Lucci decided he liked Sanji much better like this. "I know," he said blithely, and kissed Sanji again, nipping his lower lip and tugging a little with his teeth. He bunched Sanji's shirt up in his hand, pulling until it came loose from his pants.
Sanji returned the kiss for several long moments, one hand gripping Lucci's shoulder tight and the other burying itself in his hair. The feeling of his shirt being tugged free dragged him back to his senses, though, and he broke away with a gasp, leveling a mock glare on Lucci. "You pull some shitty macho-manly move and try ripping my shirt or something and I'll kick your fucking ass," he all but growled.
Lucci was, admittedly, mildly startled. Then he laughed. "The same goes for you. I assure you that I have more respect for good clothes than that." But then, because he couldn't help being a bastard, Lucci yanked up on Sanji's shirt - not hard enough to tear, just hard enough to prove that he could - and trailed his hand over Sanji's bare back, smirking.
"...Yeah, I guess you do--oi!" Sanji reared back, mostly in fear for his shirt, and then promptly shivered at the touch of Lucci's hand on his skin. "A-ah... Geez, you jerk." He scowled for a second, then slid his own hands down to the buttons on Lucci's shirt and wasted no time as he started undoing them.
Lucci smiled. He didn't try to make it a pleasant one this time. "I'm not very nice, you know." He ran both his hands up Sanji's back and down his sides, over his ribs, half exploratory and half purposeful. "And I'm afraid I can't help but like you when you're angry." With that, he leaned in and latched his mouth onto Sanji's neck just under his jaw.
Sanji sucked in a breath, hands pausing as he let his head tilt to the side to give Lucci more room. "Mm...hate to disappoint you, but this is hardly angry." He grinned slightly, getting the last few buttons undone on Lucci's shirt so he could start tugging it off his shoulders. "Angry would have you kicked through the door in two seconds."
"Pretending, then," Lucci said against Sanji's ear, nipping the lobe as he shrugged his shirt off his shoulders. "Like when we fight. I like that." He started to work on Sanji's buttons, kissing and licking a slow path down the side of his neck. He wanted to bite, but he didn't think Sanji would appreciate it if he left a mark.
"Does the fighting turn you on, too?" Sanji asked, clenching his teeth against a groan that threatened to escape him. His fingers trailed over the sudden expanse of bare skin available to him, dipping down across Lucci's chest, half-lidded gaze following their every move.
"With you?" Lucci finished unbuttoning Sanji's shirt and let it hang there, reluctant to take it off if it meant not having Sanji's hands on him. "You have no idea." He ran his hands over lean muscle, blunt fingernails scraping over Sanji's skin.
Sanji arched into his touch and caught his eyes again, letting a slow smirk spread across his face. "Likewise," he said, and then without warning shoved Lucci up against the nearest wall. Not that he thought he'd be able to keep him there, but hell, it was worth a shot. He quickly shrugged out of his shirt and then pressed up against Lucci again. "I blame the adrenaline rush."
Hmm. Forceful was good. Lucci smirked. Fine; if Sanji wanted to play that way... "You can blame whatever you want." He pulled Sanji closer, kissed him hard, and then flipped them over, pinning Sanji against the wall. He grabbed one of Sanji's wrists and held it against the wall over their heads, leaning down to attack his neck again.
Well, that took even less time than expected. Sanji grunted and tried not to squirm - when the hell had his neck gotten so goddamn sensitive?? Lightly testing the hold Lucci had on his wrist only proved futile, so Sanji went for the next best distracting option and hooked one of his legs around the back of Lucci's, pulling their lower halves flush against each other.
...Oh. Right. Sanji and his ridiculously strong legs. Well, Lucci could hardly complain; he bit down hard on Sanji's shoulder, grinding their hips together and making a sound suspiciously close to a growl.
"Shit-!!" Sanji gasped, head banging backwards against the wall as his entire body jolted. Well fuck, that was definitely something all those well-to-do Baratie-attending girls hadn't done before. He let out a strangled sort of moan and used his free hand to draw Lucci's face back up to his own, kissing him again as he tightened his leg around him.
God, that...that was a nice reaction. It had been a long time since Lucci had been with someone strong like this, someone who could take it a little rough. That turned him on far more than he would have thought. Growling deeper this time, more animal than human, Lucci kissed back hard and repeated that motion of his hips, one hand tangled in Sanji's hair.
There was a small part of his mind - surprisingly small, actually - that was still feebly trying to question just what the hell Sanji thought he was doing. Luckily it short-circuited in time with Lucci's growl, leaving Sanji in peace to soak in every detail of what was happening. Lucci was all hard lines and angles pressed against him. His grip on Sanji’s arm was strong, he exuded raw power, he was so unmistakably MALE that it was starting to make Sanji’s head spin. But fuck if he wasn’t loving every minute of it, and nipping at Lucci’s lower lip as they kissed, slipping his free arm behind Lucci’s neck, crushing him close - it was all too easy.
Lucci didn't expect Sanji to be this into it this quickly. He'd expected a lot more awkwardness, but this...this wasn't even remotely awkward. This was good. Lucci had to let Sanji's arm down to hook his fingers under the waistband of Sanji's pants instead, pulling him forward with a short gasp against Sanji's lips. He moved his hands to the front, working on Sanji's belt.
Sanji let his newly freed hand tangle in Lucci’s hair, and had the presence of mind to back off with his hips a bit to give him more room to work. He kissed him again before breaking away to catch his breath, letting their foreheads rest together as his eyes lowered to watch Lucci’s hands.
When Lucci had the belt undone, he moved to work on Sanji's pants, rubbing the heel of his hand against the hardness he could feel underneath almost as if by accident. "Hmm," Lucci said, sounding thoughtful as he tugged Sanji's pants down, taking his underwear with them. He smirked a little, wrapping one hand around Sanji's cock and stroking him once. "I just had a thought."
It took a minute for the comment to even register, as Sanji’s head was suddenly filled with the mental equivalent of keysmashing. He sucked in a breath, bucking up into Lucci’s hand, his eyes squeezing shut. “A-ah, fuck - what?” Sanji leveled a heavy look on Lucci, panting shallowly. “What thought?”
If Sanji was going to keep reacting like that, this was going to be fun. Lucci grinned, kissed him again, and then leaned in so his mouth was next to Sanji's ear. "I want to suck your cock," Lucci said, almost a whisper, and stroked him again a little harder than before.
Oh... Well that sounded kind of fantastic. Sanji opened his mouth to say as much, but only managed to get a choked moan out as Lucci moved his hand again. He settled for a jerky nod of his head, turning so that he could catch Lucci's mouth in a quick kiss. "That," he finally managed to say, "would be fucking awesome."
Lucci grinned again. "Good." But he couldn't help but glance to the door; Sanji wasn't exactly quiet, and while that was far from a bad thing, the possibility of getting caught existed. "Do you want to get in the shower? Otherwise you might have to stay quiet."
Sanji's mouth snapped shut with an audible click of teeth. Stay quiet. Right, he could totally do that. No problem. "I can--nnngh-" He gasped again and then promptly turned red, slapping a hand over his mouth. Or not. "...Shower," he mumbled, glowering at Lucci as if daring him to say anything about it.
Lucci decided to be nice for once in his life and keep his mouth shut, although that couldn't keep him from smirking. He let Sanji go with one more quick bite to the side of his neck and went to turn the shower on. He unbuttoned his own pants while he was at it, because they were starting to get really uncomfortable.
That damn smirk. Sanji glared at Lucci's back for second, just for the hell of it, then leaned his head back against the wall and took a couple deep breaths to calm himself. He could do this, he'd gotten this far. Pushing away from the wall, he dragged a hand through his hair and then headed over to Lucci, wrapping his arms around the man's waist and peering over his shoulder at the shower knobs. "I like it hot."
"Good. So do I." Lucci normally didn't like it when someone came up behind him - he usually wouldn't turn his back at all if he could help it - but it was just Sanji, and while decades of ingrained training wanted him to freeze up, higher brain function managed to win out. Once he had the temperature adjusted, he turned to look back at Sanji, smirking a little more. "Good?"
Sanji shifted his weight, letting Lucci go as he leaned past him instead to test the water. "Good," he confirmed, throwing Lucci his own smirk over his shoulder. Then he straightened and, before he could change his mind, hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his pants and slid both them and his underwear off in one fluid motion.
Lucci took a moment to just survey the sight in front of him. Sparring with Sanji had given him a good idea of how strong and well-trained the man's body was, but he'd never really seen before, and it was certainly a nice view. "As good as you look in a suit, I think I like you better out of it," he commented, sliding the rest of his clothes off too.
"The birthday suit is the one I look best in," Sanji said faintly, busy watching Lucci's clothes disappear. He swallowed, then let a leering sort of grin take over his face. "I see you wear it well, too."
"That's utterly ridiculous, but thank you," Lucci said. Without warning, he wrapped his arms around Sanji's waist and pulled him forward so that they were pressed together, bare skin touching everywhere, and kissed him. "Now get in there," he said when they parted.
Sanji's muffled sound of surprise died almost instantly as he returned the kiss, hands gripping Lucci's forearms probably harder than was necessary. "Don't have to tell me twice," he muttered, and slid sideways into the shower. He hissed when the water first hit him, pausing under it to adjust to the temperature. "Just so you know, I'm gonna look like a lobster by the time we're through here."
Lucci chuckled a little, stepping into the shower beside him. It was pretty hot... "I can live with that." He rested his hands on Sanji's hips, kissing the side of his neck.
"Mmm." Sanji leaned back against the shower wall, sliding his own hands up Lucci's chest. "You have a neck thing."
In response, Lucci ran his tongue up the side of Sanji's neck. "You noticed." He bit down a little under Sanji's jaw, pressing closer. "I also have a biting thing. If you're okay with that."
Sanji shivered slightly despite the water pouring over them, and moved his hands further up and around behind Lucci's neck. "I think I can live with it," he said, and then pulled Lucci up to kiss him hard, pressing his body against his.
Lucci hummed approvingly at the kiss and the contact, rocking his hips against Sanji's and tangling his fingers in wet hair. When the kiss broke, he leaned back just enough to give Sanji a rather suggestive smirk before getting down to his knees and biting lightly at his hip bone.
This was so fucking surreal. Sanji couldn't help the way his eyes widened as he watched Lucci kneel down, but he quickly managed to force a more normal look onto his face and smirked faintly back, hands falling loosely at his sides. He tensed slightly in anticipation and unconsciously drew his lower lip into his mouth, following Lucci’s every move.
Lucci looked up at Sanji's face, practically unable to keep himself from smirking at the sight. There'd been a time when he hadn't considered Sanji very attractive. But looking at him now...it was hard to believe how he'd thought that way. He gripped Sanji's hip with one hand, wrapping the other around his erection, and leaned in to drag his tongue over the head.
Okay, Sanji thought as he sucked in a noisy breath and clenched his hands into fists, the most important thing here was to last more than two seconds. He swallowed, slouching further against the wall and nudging his hips forward, and tried to stop the stupid giddy grin he had a feeling he'd soon be sporting from becoming too obvious.
"You can put your hands in my hair if you want to, by the way," Lucci commented, giving him another lick. "I like that." And then he closed his mouth over the head and sucked lightly.
"...Yeah?" Sanji said, followed by a loud gasp. "I -- girls don't always like that. So." He bit back a groan at the feel of Lucci's mouth closing around him and let his hands move forward almost like they had a mind of their own, tangling them into Lucci's hair without a second thought.
Lucci just looked up at Sanji and raised an eyebrow, sliding down a little further and sucking again.
"Fuck!" Sanji exclaimed, slamming his head back against the shower wall. He tightened his hands in Lucci's hair, hips thrusting forward into that wet heat, needing more.
Lucci tightened his grip on Sanji's hip, holding him back a bit, and slid down as far as he could go, pressing his tongue against the underside of the shaft as he went. He loved having this kind of control, and Sanji looked utterly fantastic like this.
Sanji forced his eyes open and stared down at Lucci with a heavy-lidded gaze, drawing deep breaths. Shit, this was so goddamn hot. He could feel his toes curling as Lucci moved over him and let his legs spread a little farther apart. Fuck fuck fuck, that mouth...
Lucci would have grinned if he could have. Instead, he just moved up again and then back down, starting to pick up a rhythm, stroking his hand in time with his movements.
It was impossible to keep from moaning. Sanji would've tried to stop himself, but that required way too much concentration. The only thing he could focus on was Lucci and what he was doing and shit, couldn't he move any faster??
Lucci could practically feel how desperate Sanji was for more, and that was a lot hotter than it had any right to be. He could have been mean and drawn it out as long as possible just to make Sanji squirm, but this wasn't really the time, so he closed his eyes in concentration and went a little faster, sucking a little harder.
“Nnnnngh shit, Lucci--” Sanji gasped, his hips jerking forward again. He let go of Lucci’s hair with one hand, scrabbling at the shower tile behind himself instead. How was Lucci so fucking good at this? Heat pooled in Sanji’s gut, his muscles tensing up. There was no way he was going to last much longer.
Lucci made a long, low noise, like a contented hum, and slid down as far as he could - a little further than was comfortable, honestly. He swallowed almost reflexively, nails digging hard into Sanji's thigh.
Oh, that did it. Sanji choked and squeezed his eyes shut, his back arching off the wall. He pushed lightly at Lucci’s shoulder, unsure if he’d want to back off or not, but either way he had about half a second before- “Lucci - fuck, gonna--”
"Mmhmm," Lucci said. He would have been smirking deviously if he'd had the room for it. As it was, he just sucked a little harder and held Sanji back against the wall.
Fine, no arguments there. The heat in Sanji’s stomach coiled and tightened before finally exploding as the pressure surrounding him from Lucci’s mouth sent him over the edge. He curled forward, clutching at Lucci’s hair, a strangled sort of cut-off moan bursting from his throat as he thrust his hips a final time.
Lucci backed off, swallowing and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. There, now he could smirk. He got up from the floor, hands traveling idly over Sanji's damp skin, and bit lightly at the side of his neck.
Sanji blinked somewhat dazedly from where he was sagging back against the wall, and couldn't stop the grin that threatened to take over his face. Thank god he could rely on his legs to hold him up, otherwise he was pretty sure he would have had slid down the wall and turned into a pile of mush by now. He reached out almost absently, his own hands finding Lucci's waist and tugging him closer, humming contentedly.
Lucci made a quiet, hungry noise, thrusting against Sanji's hip and biting a little harder. He pulled back to look at Sanji's face. "I need to fuck you right now," he said, and licked his lips.
Sanji’s brain stuttered to a quick halt. He’d known this was coming, but… “Right,” he murmured, swallowing nervously. He cleared his throat and then forced himself to smirk, sliding one hand behind Lucci’s neck and pulling him in to kiss him lightly. “I guess you deserve it, at least, huh.”
Lucci raised an eyebrow. Then he smirked a little. "You know, if you say no, it's not going to hurt my feelings." He raised one hand to the side of Sanji's neck, thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "And for the record, I don't know how much you know about it, but it's meant to feel good for you too."
Sanji swallowed again, and he knew his face was probably red - he blamed it on the water temperature. "I know it's...meant to," he muttered, shifting his gaze to the side. "And I'm not gonna say no." He looked back at Lucci. "It's fine." He pressed forward against him, slinging his other arm around his neck as well, and said determinedly: "I want to."
Lucci wasn't a hundred percent sure he believed that, but Sanji seemed like he was either extremely sure about it or convincing himself that he was sure. And Lucci was mind-bendingly horny at the moment, which was making it a little hard to worry about that. He didn't want to ask if Sanji was sure, because he had a feeling it would only insult him, but... "Just trust me. All right? If you don't like it, I'll stop."
"...Right." Sanji nodded and relaxed a bit, absently trailing his fingers through Lucci's hair. "Right, I trust you," he said, and then kissed him again, putting a little more feeling into this time.
That was better. Lucci kissed back, slow and indolent until he realized something that made him break away, pause, and then huff in self-directed annoyance. "...Excuse me," he said, backing away and reaching for the door. "I brought something, but I left it in my pocket." Shaking his head a little, Lucci stepped out of the shower and picked up his pants to rummage through the pockets.
Sanji frowned a little in confusion, leaning out the door to watch him. "What is it?" he asked, pushing his wet hair out of his face so he could see better.
Found it. Lucci brandished his prize as he stepped back into the shower. "Lube," he said matter-of-factly. "It's freezing out there, by the way."
"...Lube -- oh." Sanji flushed, and then promptly scowled at himself for doing so. Goddammit, man up already. He reached for Lucci, pulling him back under the shower spray. "Yeah, s'why you won't see me going out there anytime soon."
"Smart of you," Lucci remarked, enjoying the warm water for a moment. "Incidentally, we have just learned an important lesson, that being that people who claim to find spontaneity sexy need to be more specific." He wrapped an arm around Sanji's waist and pulled him in for a kiss.
Sanji chuckled, grinning into the kiss as he slid his hands up Lucci's chest. His stomach was sort of doing somersaults but he ignored them, focusing instead on the delicious feeling of Lucci's wet skin sliding against his own.
Much as he didn't want to pressure Sanji, even the awkward moment before hadn't done much to calm Lucci down, and he was starting to feel pretty wound up. He broke away from the kiss, breathing harder than before. "You should probably turn around," he suggested.
The somersaults went into overdrive. Sanji looked at Lucci for a moment before his eyes dropped to his cock. How the fuck that was supposed to fit... He tore his gaze away with a slightly hysterical laugh, then kissed Lucci quickly a final time before spinning around to face the wall, planting his hands on the tile.
Lucci didn't know quite what to make of that reaction, but his first instinct was to snort in amusement and he went with it. He leaned in and kissed the back of Sanji's neck as he uncapped the bottle he was still holding. "Calm down," he said, coating his fingers with the lube and setting it aside.
"I'm calm!" Sanji insisted, even though he was kind of far from it. Jesus, this was like being a virgin all over again. Actually, it was worse. He'd been an overeager mess his first time, but he hadn't really been nervous. "Totally fine," he repeated, glancing over his shoulder at Lucci.
"Then stop panicking," Lucci said, smirking. He touched Sanji's back with slick fingers, slowly traveling lower. "I'm not going to hurt you." He leaned in to mouth at a slightly tooth-marked patch of shoulder when his fingers got where they were going, running his free hand over Sanji's chest and stomach as he pushed one finger in.
“I’m not panick--gah--” Sanji tensed up almost immediately, his instincts making him try to pull away before he could think about it and Lucci’s hand stopping him before he could get very far. Oh, that was weird. But…not bad or anything. He took a long, steadying breath, letting his forehead drop forward to rest against the wall, and then released it slowly. He could do this.
Lucci took that as a...well, not a good sign, but not a bad one. He'd stopped resisting after the initial shock; that was a positive. "It's strange at first," Lucci said, pressing in a little deeper. "You get used to it. Just relax; it helps."
Like it was really that easy, Sanji thought as he tried to force the tension out of his muscles. "Definitely strange," he agreed, squirming a bit as he tried to adjust. "But. Could be worse, I guess."
"Mmhm," Lucci said. He would have had more significant input on the situation, but he was busy concentrating on finding Sanji's prostate. "It does get better, though-- ah." There it was.
Sanji jolted instantly, his back arching and a startled gasp tearing from his throat as his eyes flew open. "--Jesus fuck, what--??" He shuddered and panted, mind spinning, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.
Lucci grinned. "I told you it gets better." He brushed by that same spot again, kissing and biting the side of Sanji's neck, and added another finger while he had Sanji distracted.
"How...what - what the shit is--" Sanji gasped again and then groaned loudly. He felt hot all over and his stomach was flipping in a completely different way now, almost in...anticipation. It took him a second to notice Lucci had even added another finger, but he didn't care - there was just an odd sort of stretching feel, but the burn was nothing he couldn't handle. Especially since his attention was very much focused on the sparks shooting up his spine, at the moment.
Sanji made a very pretty - not to mention impossibly arousing - picture like this. It made Lucci want to bite him, and he did, though not as hard as he would have liked. That was okay. He was sure he wouldn't mind in the end. "It's called a prostate," he said, working on stretching Sanji a little at a time until he could work up to a third finger, hitting that spot again occasionally.
Three fingers was more noticeable. Sanji hissed, biting down on his bottom lip, his hands grasping at the wall. “Ah, r-right,” he said faintly, talking being just about the last thing he could focus on at the moment. He shivered again, legs unconsciously spreading farther apart.
Lucci was utterly determined not to mess this up, to follow through on his promise not to hurt Sanji and to make this good for both of them, because, well, he had his pride, and because it was Sanji. That was the only thing keeping his pace slow and steady and attentive despite the fact that he was aching with want. He wrapped his hand around Sanji's cock, jerking him off in time to the movement of his fingers.
Sanji hadn't expected to get hard again so quickly, yet here he was. Evidently this whole experience was very much not a bad thing. His head was spinning again, though - it was almost too much to take everything in; the pleasure, the newness of it all, that it was Lucci... Wait, speaking of -- Sanji forced his eyes open, not even sure when he'd closed them, and turned his head slightly to he could glance back at the other man. "You gonna fuck me anytime this century?" he asked with a small smirk.
"God, I thought you'd never ask," Lucci said, utterly relieved and more than a little desperate and trying not to show it. He withdrew his fingers and reached for the lube again, pouring a bit into his hand, and when he used it to coat himself he hissed a little, half from the touch and half because he hadn't cared enough to warm it up first. He reached his other hand up to Sanji's jaw, pulling him back for a kiss. "Ready?"
"Mm - yeah," Sanji murmured, pulling back from the kiss. He took a deep breath and released it in a rush, resting his head against the shower wall again, but at an angle where he could still watch Lucci out of the corner of his eye. "Ready as I'll ever be."
Lucci didn't have a response to that. He lined himself up to Sanji's entrance and pushed in slowly, a little at a time; his mouth was open against the back of Sanji's neck and his hands were on Sanji's hips and all he could do for the moment was try to stay focused.
Sanji had a steady mantra going in his head. It went something like: relax, relax, relax, goddammit just stay relaxed! This was different from before, though. It fucking burned and it was really uncomfortable, but...hell, Sanji could handle it. He wasn't one of the strongest fighter's on board for nothing, he could take a little pain. Especially after having a taste of what "it gets better" felt like. So Sanji just shifted and braced himself against the wall, gritting his teeth as he rode it out.
Lucci didn't stop until he was all the way in, finally; he mumbled something against the back of Sanji's neck that might have been some kind of expletive. He wasn't really paying attention to much of anything but the way he could feel every single minute twitch of muscle around his cock and how every one of them caused all his nerves to spark off at once. He just...had to force himself to stay still until Sanji adjusted.
Shit, Lucci felt fucking huge this way. Sanji took a couple more deep breaths as he grew accustomed to the feel of having someone inside of him - inside of him, holy shit. It didn't take him long, and he wasn't about to make Lucci wait more than necessary. He figured this had to be torture for the poor guy. "...Okay," he said after a moment in a low voice. "Fucking move already."
Without thinking - he wasn't really doing any thinking at the moment - Lucci bit down on the back of Sanji's neck, hard, right where it met his shoulder. That was definitely going to leave a bruise but he wasn't thinking about that either just yet because he was too busy taking Sanji's order, thrusting into him hard and steady.
Son of a bitch, if that wasn’t a distraction at its finest... Sanji groaned, pushing back against Lucci almost automatically as he arched his back, his entire body shuddering under the combined assault of both Lucci’s mouth and his cock.
Lucci gasped, finally coming back to himself enough to form halfway coherent thoughts. "Ah...sorry," he said, and chuckled a little, because he didn't think Sanji necessarily minded. "Carried away." Lucci's fingers were digging into Sanji's hips; he leaned in to lick a stream of water from his spine.
"S'fine," Sanji grunted, panting a bit. "Ain't like I'm gonna break or something, you can do - whatever." He rocked backwards against Lucci again, almost as if to prove that.
Lucci gasped again. He bit down on the side of Sanji's neck, making a slightly feral sound that was more of a growl than a groan. "You like it?" he asked, punctuating that question by taking hold of Sanji's cock again.
Sanji’s reply was a long, low moan as he jerked forward into Lucci’s hand. “Hard…not to,” he said with a gasp. He clenched his muscles around Lucci without really thinking about it, his hips moving now almost of their own accord.
Lucci's breath caught in his throat when Sanji tightened around him - oh, that was... "Mmm. Good." He wasn't entirely sure whether he was answering Sanji or making a general statement. He started to move faster, harder, his other hand tracing over Sanji's stomach.
It was getting to be too much again. Lucci behind him, his hand in front, conflicting sensations all over the place, it was all building up inside him and causing that heat to burn and coil in his belly once more. Whatever pain had initially been present had long since faded, leaving Sanji just needing and wanting more of the pleasure already coursing through him. “Come on,” he practically growled, not really sure what he was even asking for.
Lucci wasn't sure what Sanji wanted either, but he tried to give it to him regardless; he moved faster, harder, and then his free hand was tangled in damp hair, pulling Sanji's head to the side to grant him better access and he bit down hard on Sanji's neck, not realizing that his teeth had grown into sharp points until it was too late to do much about it.
Sanji’s feet slid further apart, his toes curling against the shower floor as his knees buckled. “Shit.” he hissed, the sharp drag of teeth on his skin impossible to ignore. “Fuck - Lucci--” Something white-hot flashed through him, bringing him dangerously close, but he was determined to hold on for as long as possible and instead rocked back against Lucci as hard as he could.
Lucci may have moaned a little. He knew he should have let up, let go, but he dug in deeper instead, primal instinct overtaking a need to keep composure. Composure could go hang at this point, for all he cared. He was getting close already, the taste of blood and Sanji's insistent movements dragging him to the edge, but he knew he could hold out, he would hold out for as long as necessary.
There was a brief second where everything seemed to pause for Sanji, teetering precariously on the edge as he was. Lucci slammed in, his hand jerked down, everything tightened as Sanji reached his peak…and then Lucci's teeth broke skin and something abruptly snapped and Sanji came crashing down. His body clenched around Lucci as he came with a full body jolt, spilling into Lucci's hand with a gasping, strangled groan.
Lucci hadn't been expecting that, at least not like that, so sudden and intense. But there was blood on his tongue, hot and coppery and electric, and Sanji was so tight and perfect and Lucci couldn't think, could hardly even breathe, just clung to Sanji and fucked him hard and brutal until orgasm crashed into him like a tidal wave.
Sanji collapsed forward against the wall, barely able to hold himself up as he tried to catch his breath, gulping down air like he was a drowning man. "Holy shit," he finally managed to say, accompanied with an almost disbelieving laugh.
Lucci, who was finally able to think again, smirked. He leaned forward again, running his tongue over the mark he'd left with his fangs in a manner that bordered on but didn't quite touch apologetic, and then leaned back again, pulling out with a slight wince. "Mm. Should I take that as a compliment?"
"I think so, yeah," Sanji said, cringing slightly at the weird feeling of Lucci leaving him. He turned around and flopped backwards against the tile again, dragging a hand over his face and through his hair before giving Lucci a somewhat sheepish grin.
Lucci made a contented noise and leaned against the wall next to Sanji, mainly because standing up was a pain at the moment. "Well, for what it's worth, I had fun. ...I'm sorry about your shoulder."
Sanji winced at the reminder as the bite mark decided to make itself known with a rather sharp throb. He reached over his shoulder, touching it gently, and shrugged. "S'fine, didn't even notice really..." He turned his head to look at Lucci. "I had fun, too."
"Good," Lucci said. He was a little embarrassed that he hadn't remembered to ask first before breaking out the fangs, but Sanji didn't seem terribly bothered. Standing up from the wall, Lucci tried to collect himself the best he could while naked in a shower.
Grinning again, Sanji turned towards the shower head and tilted his face up into the spray, letting the water clean him off. Fuck, he felt good now.
Lucci stretched a little; his neck popped, not unpleasantly. He'd really needed that... "Hm. Problem," he announced, looking around a bit. "Next time I take a shower, I'm going to be thinking of this the whole time."
Sanji paused, hands frozen in the middle of pushing his hair out of his face. "...You just had to say that, didn't you?" he said, turning to look back at Lucci with a mock glare. "Now that's all I'M going to be able to think about, asshole."
"That might have been why I said it," Lucci said, completely neutral and casual. He tilted his head to one side. "Ah. You do have another eye."
"...Oh." Sanji flattened his hair over his eye again, looking away. "Of course I do - and you can tell Luffy it doesn't, in fact, shoot lasers." He cleared his throat, glancing around as well. "...I bet we're the first people who've done it in here."
"It's about time it was properly baptized, then," Lucci remarked. He elbowed Sanji over a bit so he could use the water, letting it flow down over him until he felt marginally clean. He pushed his hair back out of his face. "Why do you always keep it covered up like that?"
Sanji shrugged, stepping out of the way and crossing his arms. "Can't see right out of it and didn't feel like doing the eyepatch thing."
"Hmm." Lucci looked at Sanji for a moment with a critical eye. "...I think you could pull it off, but you would probably have to, I don't know, grow your hair out a bit and cultivate some facial hair. More than whatever this is, anyway." He reached out and poked at Sanji's chin. "You're too classy for an eyepatch as is, I'm afraid."
"Oi, hey!" Sanji scowled and slapped Lucci's hand out of the way. "I can grow facial hair just fine, thank you, I have to shave to get it like this - this being a goatee, by the way, and I know you know what that is." He gestured vaguely towards Lucci's face. "Sort of, anyway, not sure what the hell yours is doing."
"Sanji, if you could grow facial hair, you would do it. That," he pointed, "is a very sad attempt to make yourself look less like a fifteen-year-old boy." He pointed at his own face. "This is a goatee. And for your information, it grows this way because of my devil fruit. Spot patterns. Like my eyebrows."
"Dammit, I can grow it!! I just don't LIKE it -- oh whatever. Shut up. Screw you and your weird spotty beard thing." Sanji huffed and stepped gingerly out of the shower - stomping would’ve looked better, but his lower half really didn't think that was a good idea at the moment. Grabbing a towel, he started rubbing it over his hair as he turned to look at Lucci again. "Although," he said, glowering at him from beneath the towel, "I will agree that I'm far too classy for an eyepatch."
Lucci had been trying not to laugh until that last part. Oh, why not; he was in a good mood and Sanji would recover if he took offense to it. "Of course you are." Lucci shut the water off and stepped out, reaching for a towel. "Just be glad that you didn't have to start shaving at sixteen."
Sanji rolled his eyes, dropping the towel so he could start pulling on his clothes. “Like it’s such a hardship.” He paused after zipping his pants up, digging around in his pockets and pulling out a cigarette so he could light up. He inhaled deeply, made a blissful, satisfied sound, and then grinned over at Lucci. “So…thanks.”
In the process of buttoning his pants, Lucci shrugged. He looked up at Sanji after a moment and smirked a little. "You act as though I only did it as a favor to you," he said. "I'm afraid I'm not that nice. But you're welcome."
Sanji chuckled, leaning back against the wall and taking another drag from his smoke. "Well then," he said carefully, eyes on his cigarette, "I'll remember that next time."
Lucci paused. He...hadn't been expecting that. "...Good," he said finally, smirking a little more. "Do that."
The grin was back again. Sanji covered it by turning to grab his coat, slinging it over his shoulder. "Alright, I'm out. See you in the morning?"
"Mmhm." Lucci slung his towel over his shoulders, watching Sanji with faint amusement. "Keep an eye on your shoulder."
"Yeah, yeah, will do." Sanji opened the door, glancing up and down the hallway before stepping out. "Night, man."
"Night," Lucci said. He stretched a little more and went to find his shirt. This had turned out to be an excellent evening.