Zoro nods. "Yeah. Torture's not sexy." Maybe one day he'll think differently, with someone that shows him that the intention behind the pain matters.
He can't help the little smirk on his face when the other man commands him, voice soft enough to be considered polite even without tacking on that please. "Yes sir," he teases, mostly because this tall, bald stranger is kind of endearing in the way he looks like he could kick your ass (well, someone's ass, not Zoro's) but somehow seems shy about asking his submissive to strip.
Zoro does as he's told, taking off his suit jacket and the silky shirt underneath it. He's muscular in the way someone is from practical training rather than lifting weights at the gym, and while he doesn't typically go out of his way to show off his body, he's also not shy about having it on display.
It's hard for anyone to miss the large, diagonal scar covering the expanse of his chest, pink enough to indicate it must be fairly recent.
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He can't help the little smirk on his face when the other man commands him, voice soft enough to be considered polite even without tacking on that please. "Yes sir," he teases, mostly because this tall, bald stranger is kind of endearing in the way he looks like he could kick your ass (well, someone's ass, not Zoro's) but somehow seems shy about asking his submissive to strip.
Zoro does as he's told, taking off his suit jacket and the silky shirt underneath it. He's muscular in the way someone is from practical training rather than lifting weights at the gym, and while he doesn't typically go out of his way to show off his body, he's also not shy about having it on display.
It's hard for anyone to miss the large, diagonal scar covering the expanse of his chest, pink enough to indicate it must be fairly recent.
"Good?"