G'raha hasn't been avoiding Zoro, of course not; he's just been busy! Having recently decided to actually make an effort at Game 52 and then suddenly faced with something called Bingo on top of that has been a lot for him to keep track of, but the pair had agreed to meet at one of the new themed clubs on a set day at a set time.
What the Miqo'te hasn't been expecting was the hard set to Zoro's jaw even after a drink, how tense those broad shoulders seem to stay.
He finishes off the last of his drink and then takes Zoro's hand to smile warmly up at him, leading him away from the hustle and bustle of the main area of the club, toward a dimly lit corner. Part of the wall looks to be made of mirrors, and that's where G'raha stops, guiding the swordsman's arms around him from behind to lean against him with a gentle sigh.
"I missed you," he admits softly, ears flaring out to the sides so that he can safely tilt his head back in an attempt to look at Zoro without turning.
They don't have to talk about the reasons for G'raha's unavailability at length; it doesn't take a genius to put the pieces together. And Zoro had been expecting itβhe's been through this once before, after allβbut apparently just because the boiling feeling of jealousy has become familiar, doesn't mean it's any easier for him to cope.
But he tries. Formidable as he is in battle, G'raha is so sweet and soft, and Zoro can't bring himself to be sharp with him the way he's prone to be with others.
He knows he's a hypocrite. He's spent the days since they were last together tangled up in other people, and yet he wants to wring the necks of the faceless lovers G'raha must have recently taken.
The drink doesn't help him relax; if anything, dulling his inhibition simply allows his thoughts to wander further off the deep end.
It's good that G'raha leads him away. He enjoys it way too much when the smaller man pulls his arms around himself, and Zoro wraps him in a possessive hold, nuzzling his cheek against G'raha's head. He blinks when he finds crimson eyes blinking up at him, gorgeous as ever even in the dim lighting. Paired with those sweet words, and well, Zoro's heart may have just skipped a beat.
"I missed you, too," he says, voice rough and low as one hand slides between G'raha's legs, palming over his manhood before moving to grasp at his inner thigh.
"Don't be gone like that again."
There's an unspoken please there, and Zoro's heart instantly feels laid bare. The vulnerability scares him a little, and perhaps to tamp down that feeling, he finds G'raha's lips to deliver a searing kiss.
To be missed will ever be novel to G'raha no matter the circumstances, but to hear it spoken so freely while combined with such a greedy grasp on him does cause him to shiver. Before he can even begin to articulate a response, Zoro's mouth is on his and most all of his thoughts scatter to the eternal wind. It's a difficult position for him to be in, arched like he is to technically be facing the mirrors while also kissing his lover, but any strain is well worth it.
He does reach out to steady himself against the reflective surface with one hand, his other hand grasping hold of one of Zoro's hips to give it a familiar squeeze, conveying an unspoken request.
That's all it takes. Even just a hint of desire from G'raha will have Zoro raring to go, and this is certainly more than that. Zoro stares at their reflection, marveling at how beautiful G'raha looks when he's begging with his eyes to be ravished.
His hands, warm and strong, make quick work of pulling down G'raha's swim shorts, tucking them just enough for access, and groaning as he greedily takes in the sight of his plump ass. "You're so fucking beautiful," he says, giving him an indulgent squeeze. He's dressed today in resort wear, with the top open, of course, and he makes quick work of undoing his own pants and slathering his cock with the lube he's learned to keep handy.
And maybe it's because he's still feeling jealous, but he doesn't take his time in slowly unraveling G'raha today. Instead, he braces his hips, holding him steady as he pushes in, a guttural groan escaping at the feeling of G'raha's tight heat engulfing him. He watches their reflection, relishes the look on his lover's face and the pretty sounds he's making. One hand comes up to grasp around the smaller man's throat, and he meets his gaze through the mirror. "You're mine," he growls out, voice rough with desire. He plunges in again, a primal rhythm taking over, the thrusts rough, deep and urgent.
The shift in Zoro's expression when he wants something is subtle though no less remarkable for it, G'raha thinks.
It's his last coherent thought for the time being, given the speed with which the back of his swim shorts are pulled down, his tail lifting high to drape forward over one of his own shoulders while also holding the back of his loose, beachy cover-up out of the way. He shifts his hand against the mirror to better brace himself, mentally preparing himself for a finger or two--
Instead he immediately feels the press of Zoro's thickness, and his mouth drops open, chest heaving in a breath. Without a sound at first, before the surprise and uncomfortable stretch both quickly give way to pleasure, the whimpers that leave him being for his lover's ears alone. "By the Twelve," he yelps out, and then there's a hand on his throat and their eyes meet via the mirror.
If he hadn't been aroused before that growl (he was), he certainly is now, eyes rolling back before he blinks his gaze back into focus, unwilling to look away from his partner in this moment. "Yours," he agrees, breathless. There's no question to it. No thought of the Warrior of Light, when Zoro fucks into him like he's trying to cast out every memory of anyone else who has dared to lay a hand on him.
He's still kind of new to this, to the whole feelings aspect of caring about people. The affection and other positive things that come from vulnerability also unfortunately come with a side of that iron-hot jealousy. There had been no competition when they were on Doubles' Thermo, so he isn't used to feeling this particular emotion with G'raha.
He doesn't know if it's okay, either. Is he allowed to feel this way?
G'raha easily agrees, and Zoro lets himself imagine that it's perfectly fine, that he has every right to feel so possessive and protective of the smaller man.
The possibility that G'raha may just be babbling his agreement in the heat of the moment flits through his mind, but he ignores it, choosing to focus on this fantasy. It's just the two of them, rutting together where anyone can see.
And G'raha looks so pretty, looks so wrecked already that it only stokes the fire within him more. His fingers card into the Miqo'te's hair, and he pulls his head back to expose G'raha's throat.
"Say it again," he growls, licking the salt on his skin there, his thrusts only growing rougher as the pleasure builds. "Tell me."
G'raha is new to these feelings, too; they're different than anything he's experienced before, though any jealousy he might feel has been explained away with logic. Being with more than one person is just the nature of the place they've found themselves in. He thinks of himself as lucky to have Zoro in his life at all, much less a steadfast comrade and bedfellow in such strange times.
Perhaps he'll be able to put a word to it someday, but in the interim, he does quite enjoy the idea of being Zoro's.
He gasps aloud at the grasp on his hair, muscles straining and standing in stark contrast even in the dim lighting that the mirror bounces back at them. "I'm yours," he moans, the hand not braced on the mirror reaching up and back so that his own fingers can rest on the back of Zoro's neck. "I'm yours, Zoro, fu-uck... bite me, leave a mark--" Leave evidence that both of them will be able to see, much less anyone else that deigns to look the mage's way.
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romancedawn) wrote2025-05-29 10:30 am
Blue Line Bingo
What the Miqo'te hasn't been expecting was the hard set to Zoro's jaw even after a drink, how tense those broad shoulders seem to stay.
He finishes off the last of his drink and then takes Zoro's hand to smile warmly up at him, leading him away from the hustle and bustle of the main area of the club, toward a dimly lit corner. Part of the wall looks to be made of mirrors, and that's where G'raha stops, guiding the swordsman's arms around him from behind to lean against him with a gentle sigh.
"I missed you," he admits softly, ears flaring out to the sides so that he can safely tilt his head back in an attempt to look at Zoro without turning.
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But he tries. Formidable as he is in battle, G'raha is so sweet and soft, and Zoro can't bring himself to be sharp with him the way he's prone to be with others.
He knows he's a hypocrite. He's spent the days since they were last together tangled up in other people, and yet he wants to wring the necks of the faceless lovers G'raha must have recently taken.
The drink doesn't help him relax; if anything, dulling his inhibition simply allows his thoughts to wander further off the deep end.
It's good that G'raha leads him away. He enjoys it way too much when the smaller man pulls his arms around himself, and Zoro wraps him in a possessive hold, nuzzling his cheek against G'raha's head. He blinks when he finds crimson eyes blinking up at him, gorgeous as ever even in the dim lighting. Paired with those sweet words, and well, Zoro's heart may have just skipped a beat.
"I missed you, too," he says, voice rough and low as one hand slides between G'raha's legs, palming over his manhood before moving to grasp at his inner thigh.
"Don't be gone like that again."
There's an unspoken please there, and Zoro's heart instantly feels laid bare. The vulnerability scares him a little, and perhaps to tamp down that feeling, he finds G'raha's lips to deliver a searing kiss.
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He does reach out to steady himself against the reflective surface with one hand, his other hand grasping hold of one of Zoro's hips to give it a familiar squeeze, conveying an unspoken request.
More.
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His hands, warm and strong, make quick work of pulling down G'raha's swim shorts, tucking them just enough for access, and groaning as he greedily takes in the sight of his plump ass. "You're so fucking beautiful," he says, giving him an indulgent squeeze. He's dressed today in resort wear, with the top open, of course, and he makes quick work of undoing his own pants and slathering his cock with the lube he's learned to keep handy.
And maybe it's because he's still feeling jealous, but he doesn't take his time in slowly unraveling G'raha today. Instead, he braces his hips, holding him steady as he pushes in, a guttural groan escaping at the feeling of G'raha's tight heat engulfing him. He watches their reflection, relishes the look on his lover's face and the pretty sounds he's making. One hand comes up to grasp around the smaller man's throat, and he meets his gaze through the mirror. "You're mine," he growls out, voice rough with desire. He plunges in again, a primal rhythm taking over, the thrusts rough, deep and urgent.
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It's his last coherent thought for the time being, given the speed with which the back of his swim shorts are pulled down, his tail lifting high to drape forward over one of his own shoulders while also holding the back of his loose, beachy cover-up out of the way. He shifts his hand against the mirror to better brace himself, mentally preparing himself for a finger or two--
Instead he immediately feels the press of Zoro's thickness, and his mouth drops open, chest heaving in a breath. Without a sound at first, before the surprise and uncomfortable stretch both quickly give way to pleasure, the whimpers that leave him being for his lover's ears alone. "By the Twelve," he yelps out, and then there's a hand on his throat and their eyes meet via the mirror.
If he hadn't been aroused before that growl (he was), he certainly is now, eyes rolling back before he blinks his gaze back into focus, unwilling to look away from his partner in this moment. "Yours," he agrees, breathless. There's no question to it. No thought of the Warrior of Light, when Zoro fucks into him like he's trying to cast out every memory of anyone else who has dared to lay a hand on him.
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He's still kind of new to this, to the whole feelings aspect of caring about people. The affection and other positive things that come from vulnerability also unfortunately come with a side of that iron-hot jealousy. There had been no competition when they were on Doubles' Thermo, so he isn't used to feeling this particular emotion with G'raha.
He doesn't know if it's okay, either. Is he allowed to feel this way?
G'raha easily agrees, and Zoro lets himself imagine that it's perfectly fine, that he has every right to feel so possessive and protective of the smaller man.
The possibility that G'raha may just be babbling his agreement in the heat of the moment flits through his mind, but he ignores it, choosing to focus on this fantasy. It's just the two of them, rutting together where anyone can see.
And G'raha looks so pretty, looks so wrecked already that it only stokes the fire within him more. His fingers card into the Miqo'te's hair, and he pulls his head back to expose G'raha's throat.
"Say it again," he growls, licking the salt on his skin there, his thrusts only growing rougher as the pleasure builds. "Tell me."
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Perhaps he'll be able to put a word to it someday, but in the interim, he does quite enjoy the idea of being Zoro's.
He gasps aloud at the grasp on his hair, muscles straining and standing in stark contrast even in the dim lighting that the mirror bounces back at them. "I'm yours," he moans, the hand not braced on the mirror reaching up and back so that his own fingers can rest on the back of Zoro's neck. "I'm yours, Zoro, fu-uck... bite me, leave a mark--" Leave evidence that both of them will be able to see, much less anyone else that deigns to look the mage's way.