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Was that what you were thinking of when you hit me up?

Kinda. Mostly wanted to know where you were, still do. This phone shit ain't cuttin' it.

M'home. [ there is, rather deliberately, the very distinct sound of a zipper being undone. ] You should come over.

If you think you can walk around with you hard dick swinging between your legs.

Not the first time I've done it, probably not going to be the last, either. See ya.

( and he hangs up, just like that. doesn't even wait for a goodbye or anything. he sets off after that and makes his way over, boner and all. it may flag slightly, but... not completely. he's too horny right now for that to happen.

sooner rather than later there's a knock-knock-knocking on the chamber door. )

[ hah, nasty fucker. badou can't lie and say it doesn't turn him on even further to think about zoro suffering through an untouched boner just to get to him. it definitely keeps him in the mood so that by the time he hears that knocking, he's nursing a half-hard erection himself. dressed down to just a half-undone button-up and a pair of red briefs that clashes with his hair, he opens the door and stands there without any shame at all as his one good eye drinks the sight of zoro in. ]

'sup, baby.

( it takes an act of a god he doesn't believe in for zoro to lose his boner after getting really turned on. so it won't take much effort on badou's part — especially since he answers the door like that — to get him at full attention once again. in fact, he's nearly there now. zoro's eyes flicker over him for a split second before just barging inside like he owns the place.

even though he is a charging bull, he does at least kick the door closed behind him just as he's grabbing for badou. both arms wrap around and drag him close and he doesn't even bothering waiting before crashing their lips together in a crushing kiss.

that's enough of a greeting, right? )

[ oh? okay okay, yeah, he can work with this.

truthfully badou should have known the other man wouldn't have the patience to do any sort of song and dance before getting right to it — zoro hardly ever does, so being horny as fuck isn't gonna make it any more of a possibility.

there's a sound to badou's grin that's half a chuckle, half a groan as his body practically melts into the other's. the kiss isn't pretty — it's rough and obscene, full of tongues and teeth and heavy breathing. zoro's fully dressed, the absolute moron, so badou's hands fly up to divest the man of whatever layers he's got on. he's got a lot to catch up to, see. but it isn't long till the redhead's trailing a hand down to his prize, curling slim fingers around the bulge that happily thickens up to meet him. ]

( well, it's not like he could come over here naked to make things really fucking simple, now could he??? not that he'd mind or anything, but everyone else probably would.

at the very least, things are easy for him: sweats and a tshirt. that's it. nothing on underneath those sweats, either. so, when badou slips his hand past the waistband, he'll be happily greeted by a dick. zoro slips the slightest bit in that feral kiss when those fingers wrap around him and he groans a low, rumbling sound. )

Fuck. ( he bites at badou's bottom lip, tugging it and barely making any attempt to soothe it beyond a quick pass of his tongue. ) Feels good.

( his hands move, both grabbing a cheek in each and squeezes, kneads; just kind of keeping his hands busy for a few moments while he enjoys the feel of badou's hand on him. )

[ first of all that's a big fat lie — absolutely nobody would mind seeing all of this in its full naked glory prancing down the street. badou for sure would want front row seat.

not that he doesn't enjoy getting zoro all to himself, though. here in the privacy of his shitty little apartment, they can be as rough and as loud as they want, without anyone bothering them. ]

Shit. [ it comes out more laugh than word. his hand curls around the thick base of him, feeling the responding pulse in his palm. ] You walked all the way over here wearing only your sweats? [ the very same sweats that drives him crazy, by the way, don't think he didn't fucking notice ]

You fucking slut. [ said affectionately, of course, with just as much heat. he dips his head to find the corded muscle along zoro's neck, biting down onto it hard enough that he knows it'll leave a mark. ] Don't gotta bother going slow... I already prepped.

( well, he's getting a front row seat. or will momentarily.

he groans again as badou's hand moves — fuck — it's not nearly enough, though. he wants more, way more, and a hand ( no matter how nice a hand ) isn't going to cut it. doesn't stop him from grinding forward to rut against him like a horny teenager, though; as if his intentions need to be made more clear.

there's a grunt as those teeth sink into his skin and it sends some kind of electrical charge all over his body from head to toe. he exhales a shuddering breath and jerks his hips forward just once involuntarily. both of his hands slip into the waistband of badou's manties and he yanks them down, uncaring if anything rips along the way. in one quick motion, he backs badou against the wall then dips just enough to hook his hands around the backs of his thighs. he coaxes him to hook those legs around him — and he better, because in the next moment his hands shove down on his sweats enough to get his dick free.

leaning in, he buries his face into the crook of his neck and nips at his skin. )

Desperate for me, huh?

[ nine times out of ten they don't ever bother with foreplay. zoro's stamina and badou's unending hunger usually promises a long, satisfying time spent together, so it's never a bad thing when they cut right to the chase like they're wont to.

(besides, their brand of foreplay tends to come after, after they've both been spent, and their last shreds of energy are turned towards lavishing each other's bodies with all the care and affection neither one of them have gotten very good at saying outloud just yet.) ]

Had to meet you halfway, didn't I?

[ there's a grin in his words, in the way he rolls his hips forward and up, coaxing the thickness of zoro's cock right in between those cheeks the other man had been enjoying just seconds earlier.

by now, he's got his arms and his legs wrapped around the sturdy bulk that is zoro's body. the fact they haven't even made it into the living room isn't unexpected, and this one's a position they've found themselves in plenty of times before, when couches and beds weren't even options. it's a familiar dance he does now, rocking himself against the length of zoro, all without even getting close to penetration yet. ]

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