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Next Time -SanUso- (yaoi)
Blonde hair flowed through his fingers like the finest silken threads, slightly dampened with sweat. Usopp couldn%u2019t help but smile softly as Sanji craned his neck forward against the younger man%u2019s chest, seeking more of that touch as he slept.
Another nameless inn in another non-decrepit town. Noticing Sanji%u2019s hungry gaze following him restlessly before silently following the cook through crowded streets to a place where they could find privacy. Barely making it to the room before hands tore mercilessly at clothing, before tumbling into that pitiful excuse for a bed and screwing each other senseless. Watching Sanji%u2019s normally cool face twist in expressions of need, of ecstasy, until that single blue eye widened and rolled back, until he came with Usopp%u2019s name on his lips. Finally sated, the cook would curl up against the sharpshooter%u2019s chest and fall asleep while the other watched. There were never any words afterwards. Sanji would wake and they%u2019d both dress. The blonde would pay the bill while Usopp wandered off, usually returning to the <I>Going Merry</I> while the other finished his shopping.
They skirted a razor-sharp edge between the purely physical and emotional attachment. Sanji had Nami and Usopp had Kaya, sure. But no matter how much they both tried to fight it, the next town would come and the sharpshooter would see that look, and they%u2019d fall together eagerly atop the closest set of rented sheets.
Usopp%u2019s hand stilled over Sanji%u2019s blonde locks. Those thoughts again. He mentally pushed them aside. <I> Next time,</I> he thought, <I>next time I%u2019ll worry about that.</I>
It was always %u2018next time%u2019.
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