It didn't take long for Lucian and Zoro to find themselves in increasingly intimate situations. Their bond was undeniable, and every stolen glance, every brush of skin, only heightened the desire they felt for one another.
One evening, after a long day of training, Lucian found Zoro alone on the deck again, looking out at the setting sun. The orange hues painted the sky as the ship sailed onward. Lucian approached him, his heart pounding.
"You've been quiet lately," Lucian said, his voice low, his eyes locking with Zoro's.
Zoro turned to face him, a hint of vulnerability in his normally stoic expression. "Just thinking."
Lucian stepped closer, brushing his fingertips across Zoro's jawline. "About what?"
Zoro didn't answer right away. Instead, he took Lucian's hand and pulled him into a kiss once more, their bodies coming together like magnets. This time, there was no hesitation, no holding back. Lucian felt the raw need in Zoro's kiss—his desire mirrored in every movement.
Lucian's hands traveled to Zoro's chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath his fingers. He wanted more, needed more, and Zoro seemed to sense it. Their connection was beyond physical now—it was emotional, too.
Zoro broke the kiss, his breathing heavy. "You're different from anyone I've met. I don't know what it is, but I can't seem to stop myself."
Lucian smiled, pressing his forehead to Zoro's. "I feel the same way. But maybe that's just the beginning. We're in this together, Zoro."