Heartbreak Hotel - #7 (lusting/desiring the unobtainable)
Title: To Be Like Them
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro x Usopp x Sanji (OT3~!)
x-posted at heartbrkhotel
He can’t pretend in moments like this, and he hates that.
When he’s pressed between two hard bodies flavored with sweat, when he’s panting against Zoro’s broad shoulders, when his knees-buckling-are scissoring with Sanji’s strong legs. When the grunts and the groans and the bite marks and the saliva is mixing together too quickly, too much, and making his vision go spotty. When suddenly he can’t tell who he’s kissing, all he knows is that they’re conquering him, his mouth, his pumping blood. When the groping gets rougher and the grasping gets tighter and the thrusting is erratic and he’s writhing limbs and they’re heated and moving, but still men.
He can’t pretend then, there, in all that, he can’t pretend. He can’t lie. He can’t call himself “captain”, can’t call himself a “warrior”, isn’t even sure he can call himself by his name; doesn’t know if he can call himself anything but “boy” or “servant” or “coward”, or even “fool”. He can’t pretend when he’s with them, naked, baring everything he has to them and seeing all they have in return. All he can do is touch, taste, and wish to become.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro x Usopp x Sanji (OT3~!)
x-posted at heartbrkhotel
He can’t pretend in moments like this, and he hates that.
When he’s pressed between two hard bodies flavored with sweat, when he’s panting against Zoro’s broad shoulders, when his knees-buckling-are scissoring with Sanji’s strong legs. When the grunts and the groans and the bite marks and the saliva is mixing together too quickly, too much, and making his vision go spotty. When suddenly he can’t tell who he’s kissing, all he knows is that they’re conquering him, his mouth, his pumping blood. When the groping gets rougher and the grasping gets tighter and the thrusting is erratic and he’s writhing limbs and they’re heated and moving, but still men.
He can’t pretend then, there, in all that, he can’t pretend. He can’t lie. He can’t call himself “captain”, can’t call himself a “warrior”, isn’t even sure he can call himself by his name; doesn’t know if he can call himself anything but “boy” or “servant” or “coward”, or even “fool”. He can’t pretend when he’s with them, naked, baring everything he has to them and seeing all they have in return. All he can do is touch, taste, and wish to become.