Prompt [tumblr]: from undanewneon: how about Sanji making sure that Zoro will follow directions to somewhere and not get lost. Perhaps giving the directions… *creatively*? 3

And from xpiester333x: Yes yes. Do that prompt.

"So, do you know how to get there now?" asked Sanji as he breathed against Zoro's neck. "Or do we need to review?"

Zoro swallowed thickly. If they went over the directions to that underground bar again, he wasn't sure if he'd be in any shape to even leave the house. Not that the perverted cook seemed to care.

Sanji quirked a teasing curly eyebrow. "I'll take that as a 'yes'."

The blonde began to kiss at the already bite-marked skin. "So, first you go out the front door…" He trailed the wet kisses down Zoro's chest, making a bee line for his left nipple. "…and then, which way do you turn?"

"Um…r-right." He yelped when teeth met sensitive flesh. "Dammit, left. I turn left!"

"Good marimo," purred Sanji, licking at the abused nub. "Then what?"

He planted three firm kisses along tanned abdominals, coming to stop just above Zoro's belly button. Sanji blew a tickling breath against a bruising bite mark. Zoro had gotten this part wrong almost every time.

"I walk-" His breath hitched in his throat when he felt teeth graze against his stomach. "I walk three blocks."

A lingering kiss to the sore spot told him that he'd finally gotten that step right. Sanji hummed against his stomach in praise before moving on.

"And then?"

Sanji's warm, wet tongue darted out and, in one languid motion, he licked a trail down to Zoro's navel, circling it once before delving inside. Zoro's back arched slightly at the sensation, and his fingers twitched as they sought to grab at the blonde hair.

"Go through the traffic circle. The bar is in the brick building on the other side."

"Very good," affirmed the cook, retracting his tongue from the small natural well. "And once you're inside?"

Zoro grit his teeth. Oh, he knew this part. Sanji had made sure of that.

"Uh, there's some stairs, and-"

Suddenly, Sanji dove downward, taking Zoro whole in one swift movement. His fingers finally found the silken hair as the cook relentlessly stimulated his still hardened member, his tongue deftly running up and down the underside of it. Zoro's legs shook beneath him. His entire lower half was still hypersensitive from his last "review session"; and Sanji's mouth seemed to radiate heat, applying just enough suction to milk him of everything he had.

Every part of him in contact with the blonde itched and burned with rapidly returning arousal. All too soon, Zoro could feel familiar pressure building inside of him, pooling and boiling as it waited for the dam to break. Every drop of blood in his body seemed to have travelled south, each beat of his heart throbbing painfully hard around Sanji's locked lips.

"-go down the stairs and I'm there!" he blurted out as if the entire sentence were one word, his voice raising an octave at the end as what little had remained within him spilled into Sanji's mouth.

Sanji pulled away and swallowed, wiping at the corner of his mouth with a thumb as he looked teasingly up at the other man.

"You finally got it," he murmured, sounding somewhere between pleased and disappointed. Rising slowly from where he knelt on the floor, Sanji stood and pressed himself against Zoro, never breaking eye contact all the while. Smirking with satisfaction, he wrapped his arms around the muscled neck and ground against Zoro's worn out member. Zoro felt the color drain from his face. The damned cook was still half hard. Grinning widely now, Sanji leaned in close, his lips brushing against Zoro's ear and his breath ruffling green hair as he spoke.

"Shall I tell you how to get to the back door?"