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Zoro isn't really used to this.
At all in fact.
The after sex is a hazy territory for him. That means people are done with him, and he's discarded in favour of clothing and running away. And it's completely okay, Zoro does not care.
He knows how he looks, he knows everyone has needs, and he absolutely doesn't mind being bent over, fucked within an inch of his life and left alone.
That's what normally happens.
No correction, that's what usually happens.
Not with Law.
It's bad enough that Law insists on eye contact when he is buried deep within Zoro, but then after? He fucking lingers. He sticks around and helps Zoro put himself back together after taking some time and applying some diligence into breaking him apart.
It's... different.
It's the sort of kindness that would have saved Zoro many, many, years ago, and now it just makes him smile because Law is so fucking late, it's funny. Funny in a way that makes Zoro simply chuckle, funny in a way Zoro doesn't really care about, funny in a way that would make Luffy laugh (at least that's what Zoro thinks).
And now here they are, sweaty bodies in the same bed, Zoro resting in the mess of sheets and clothes, breathing deep and heavy after that. After Law gave him three consecutive orgasms and came right inside of him. Even with his functioning eye closed, Zoro can tell the other pirate is still there.
Zoro yawns, propping his head with his two hands, with no intention of moving or cleaning himself. Maybe he's disgusting like that, with sweat, grimes and cum covering his bronze skin... except that he can not bring himself to care, except that he is pleasantly relaxed, no thought in his head, his mind free and empty.
That's probably why Zoro likes sex so much more than getting himself off, it makes things more bearable, he can take a breath and just be... Maybe he'll fall asleep like that, maybe when he'll wake up, Law will be gone, and it will be closer to morning than it is to midnight.
Zoro doesn't know, and he doesn't care.
He sighs deeply again, clearly comfortable and ignoring the noises Law makes. That's his business after all. From afar, it might look like Zoro does fall asleep after a moment or two, but he isn't.
He knows the precise moment Law stares at him again, and he frowns slightly as he feels the other man clean him with something. Law’s movements are soft and precise, the thing in his hand is slightly damp, and Zoro relaxes even more at the touch. His mouth curves up into a half smile when his legs are spread apart, and there, he opens his eyes.
"I don't think I can go again, Law... unless you do all the work," Zoro taunts, his one silver eye finding Law's golden ones.
Law is more dressed than him for once, with some pants, but his hair still looks a mess – Zoro did that- and there's a bite mark very much visible on his right shoulder. Zoro is also responsible for that.
"Don't I always?" replies Law in the same tone.
"You complaining?" Zoro chuckles, closing his eye back. "I'm not the one who gets hard as a rock manhandling people exactly like he wants."
"And you love it."
"Hmm, I'm easy." Zoro shrugs as much as he can in this position, laughing when he feels Law glaring at him. He doesn't need to open his eye to be absolutely and positively certain of that.
He's spent enough time with and underneath the heart pirates’ captain to anticipate those things.
"I was simply... staring."
"Stare away, but leave my ass alone, please."
"Yeah-yeah, I get it, you're sore."
Zoro chuckles, only to gasp as he feels Law's lips pressed against his right ankle. That's... alright, he thinks, the kisses are light and don't even feel real, and it gets Zoro to relax his stance even more.
"How do you get those anyway?" Law ponders as he gives Zoro's ankle the same treatment.
"We were stuck, we needed to escape... that was a failed attempt on my part."
".... did you try to cut off your own feet, Zoro-ya?"
"As I said, we were stuck."
"... and there wasn't any other option?" Law sounds accusatory, and that gets Zoro to open his eye again and stare down. Law looks... not angry, but almost sad as he presses another kiss to Zoro's ankle, and Zoro shrugs.
What's the point of worrying about something that has already happened?
"No, at the time no, but as I said, we were stuck." Zoro breathes out, almost smiling at the memory. His thoughts drift to Vivi, and he wonders if she is okay. His mind is back to Law again as the man keeps pressing those feathered light kisses against Zoro's skin.
Law travels up from Zoro's ankle to the inside of his thighs. He ignores Zoro's now soft cock, he ignores it in favour of kissing his abdomen, where he finds another series of scars.
"What about those ones?"
"Hmmm... fighting Mister One in Alabasta if I remember correctly."
"That one?"
"Hmm, you can say thank you to Kuma for that one."
"This one?"
"... a Pacifista, or maybe it was Kizaru? Fuck if I know."
"How about... that one, right here"
"Oh, Killer, did that one when we fought in Wano, but that one is really on me, so..."
"And do I even need to ask about that one?"
Law is straddling Zoro's lap now, fully and completely, and yet, Zoro is completely certain there is nothing inherently sexual about that touch. He's very much in Zoro's space, very much close and warm, both hands splayed across Zoro's chest, and staring down at Zoro. His index traces the biggest scar on Zoro's chest, the one that goes from his shoulder to his hip, the one that set him up on this path in the first place.
And Law is definitely frowning, he looks... Zoro wants to say displeased, which he doesn't understand, which makes him want to smile.
Because there's another captain worried about him, because Law looks like he is about to do something about it. Will he go cut down Mihawk himself? Zoro clearly wonders.
He shrugs as Law's fingers keep tracing the scar. It's soothing and comforting. Zoro didn't even know anyone could be touched like that—least of all him.
Maybe it's sad, maybe it explains why Law is looking up at him next, but mostly, it makes Zoro laugh.
Because Trafalgar Law is something else.
"I think at this point, the entire world knows how I got that scar..."
"Hmm..." Law leans in, he kisses the scar, kisses the mark anchored deep into Zoro's skin. Zoro lets him do it, watches with fascination as Law attempts something no one has ever done before.
But hey, Law is the doctor here, not Zoro.
Zoro does the only thing that makes sense to him, he buries his fingers deep inside Law's hair, forcing the other man to look up.
"Okay then... what about your eye?"
"Oh... that's... not very interesting."
"It must be if you haven't told anyone else."
"How would you know?"
"I've asked around."
"You mean you asked Chopper?"
"Maybe."
"Okay..." Zoro releases Law, propping himself up on his elbows next. "Do you really want to know?"
There's a pause right there. Because Zoro is seriously asking, and Law seems to understand the weight of that question. Law is a smart man after all, he can put two and two together and understand that there is no going back once he knows. So Zoro lets him stare; he watches as a real reflection unfolds behind Law's eyes.
After a while, Law nods. He nods and leans forward so their noses bump against one another. It's as soft as the rest, as sweet as him staying after, and that gets Zoro more than anything else.
"It was two years ago and—"
Zoro just knows, he's in good hands.