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In this moment where Zoro is smiling sweetly up at him, pliant and sleepy in the afterglow, Luffy wonders, not for the first time, if it was normal for love to make someone hungry.
Because simply looking at Zoro makes his teeth ache. He wants to sink his teeth in anywhere - everywhere - he can reach, to taste the sweat and salt of his lover's skin. He wants to bite hard enough that the mark stays, as proof that Zoro was his. And that got him thinking; What would Zoro taste like?
Would he taste like meat? Like the glazed lamb Sanji cooked for dinner just hours prior, dripping with flavour and fat. Or would Zoro taste like starlight and moonshine? Well, Robin did say that humans were made essentially of the same things as the stars above or something like that - Luffy didn't really get it.
But whatever the case is, for Zoro it was especially true. Zoro carried the stars with him whether or not he realised. He had them scattered across his shoulders and constellations trailing up his arms. Luffy loved tracing them over with his hands and tongue alike, counting the moles one by one and planting wet kisses as he went.
And oh, when the moon comes out plump and full in the sky, it's sliver light is as beautiful reflected on the angles and dips of Zoro's face as it is on the waves that carry their home. Luffy thinks it might even be prettiest reflected in Zoro's eyes if only because he can see twice as many stars in them, handpicked from the sky.
So maybe Zoro did taste like cosmic dust? He certainly looked the part, though Luffy wouldn't know how exactly that would taste like. Not good probably but when it comes to Zoro everything is good. Zoro always makes Luffy feel good.
Maybe Zoro would taste like all his favourite food combined instead? Now THAT would be cool. And awesome. God, just thinking about it made Luffy's stomach growl.
It just so happens that his very pretty and extremely tasty looking swordsman was lying right beneath him...
The dozing swordsman flinches when teeth clamp down on his chest, hands raising up to thread his fingers through Luffy's hair. "Cap'n 'm not food..." Grousing, Zoro struggles in yanking off the gremlin gnawing on his tit, his limbs still sluggish from sleep.
When he opens his eyes, Zoro is faced with a slobbering Luffy staring innocently back at him.
"Hiya, Zoro!" His captain greets cheerfully around a mouthful of his swordsman. "Was wondering what you would taste like and it made me hungry."
"Augh, get off Luff!"
Once Luffy is successfully extracted from him, Zoro drops him unceremoniously to the side. The captain is quick in wrapping himself around Zoro, rubber legs and arms clinging tightly to him. Zoro only whines in response, grumbling about the heat and wiggling weakly in Luffy's sweaty, loving clutches.
With his head nestled between Zoro's shoulder and neck, Luffy can feel his swordsman's complaints more than hear it, the vibration tingling beneath his cheek. It tickles and Luffy leans deeper into him, giggling. And just because he can, Luffy wraps his arms just a little tighter around Zoro despite his lover's protests.
The swordsman gives in eventually - as he always does when it comes to Luffy - and surrenders himself to rubber arms.
Finally settled, they end up right back to the question that started it all.
"Taste like huh? Like, my dick or my ass?"
"Nah, I already know that. I meant Zoro's flesh!"
"Oh. Probably sweat and blood." Zoro mulls it over, brows furrowed. "I don't know captain, what do you think I'll taste like?"
"Zoro would taste like meat, the bestest meat ever! OR the moon and stars! I never tried 'em before though so I won't know what they'll taste like."
"Mn, with that stomach of yours, you would probably bring a star down sooner or later. Get Curly to cook a meal outta it." Yeah, Zoro could see that happening. Luffy stealing a star from the sky with a grin on his face, ignoring the crew's cries of terror. Aside from the fact that it was entirely impossible, Luffy would manage it anyways, somehow, in true Luffy fashion.
His captain would be the first to try a star, how silly a title would that be? The Pirate King who ate a star. It sounded so stupidly Luffy that Zoro could hardly contain his snort.
Lost in his own musings, the swordsman misses the look of wonder across Luffy's face, his captain perking up at Zoro's laugh.
Luffy stretches his neck towards Zoro just to be closer, gazing at him with wide eyes.
"Does Zoro want me to?"
"Hm?"
"The stars - If Zoro wants me to, I'll bring down the whole sky for him. Anything." Whatever it takes to make you laugh, if it's the world Zoro wants, he will have.
After such a bold declaration, Zoro simply laughs yet again, softer this time, and cups Luffy's face so very gently in his hands. "I know captain." Zoro's voice is firm and dripping with fondness as he pulls them close, closer still until their foreheads touch. They stay locked together for a moment, breathing each other in.
"But I have no need for stars or the sky when my king rules the seas."
Zoro leans in and kisses him silly then, and all Luffy can taste is love on his tongue, one part sugar and spice and something so distinctively Zoro that he can't quite place.
Luffy doesn't think he will ever get enough of it.