Rules are rules is such a bullshit concept that Zoro doesn't even respond verbally, instead simply fixing Rude with an incredulous look. Who is this guy? Some kind of law enforcement back wherever he's from?
If Zoro were better at social interactions, he would ask. Get to know the guy who's just restrained him on this chair a little better.
As it is, he's distracted by the scraping of Rude's chair on the ground, and he just watches as the older man takes a seat in front of him. His legs part when Rude's knee demands space between them, and he straightens up to observe closely because Rude is clearly planning something with that steel rod.
He can't imagine what. Even as it's happening, he can hardly believe it, and Zoro freezes, his entire body tense at the unexpected invasion. "What the fuck," he murmurs under his breath, eyes fluttering shut while his mouth falls open.
He expects it to hurt, and he's surprised to find the cool steel, while definitely strange, brings forth more pleasure than pain. That he doesn't immediately hate it is in itself an uncomfortable idea, because he never imagines anything going inside his body when he thinks of sex.
The reminder to breathe is necessary, and Zoro summons all his self-control and discipline to force himself to relax, swallowing as his eyes open just enough to look at Rude, then look down between them to see what he's doing.
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If Zoro were better at social interactions, he would ask. Get to know the guy who's just restrained him on this chair a little better.
As it is, he's distracted by the scraping of Rude's chair on the ground, and he just watches as the older man takes a seat in front of him. His legs part when Rude's knee demands space between them, and he straightens up to observe closely because Rude is clearly planning something with that steel rod.
He can't imagine what. Even as it's happening, he can hardly believe it, and Zoro freezes, his entire body tense at the unexpected invasion. "What the fuck," he murmurs under his breath, eyes fluttering shut while his mouth falls open.
He expects it to hurt, and he's surprised to find the cool steel, while definitely strange, brings forth more pleasure than pain. That he doesn't immediately hate it is in itself an uncomfortable idea, because he never imagines anything going inside his body when he thinks of sex.
The reminder to breathe is necessary, and Zoro summons all his self-control and discipline to force himself to relax, swallowing as his eyes open just enough to look at Rude, then look down between them to see what he's doing.