( There's a security in the room that shares the bed with the three of them, Luffy aware of its presence all too keenly. He'd spent so long trying to catch the attention of a crew growing up and being turned down, only to find himself in bed with Sanji, Nami and all the attention he could revel in. He'd do anything to protect them, to keep them safe and close and Luffy knows he doesn't need to speak the words for them to feel it.
He returns the grin from Sanji just in time to watch Nami tugging her shirt off, heated brown gaze appreciative as he takes in the sight of smooth, pale skin. Luffy would never hesitate to claim Nami's breasts are perfect even if others would call him biased for it. All of Nami is perfect and he sends a small smile in the redhead's direction as if trying to communicate just that; Nami looks like Nami.
Luffy tilts his head back as they both set to work at his neck, eyes fluttering closed as Nami and Sanji easily take his breath away. He doesn't need to see how tight Sanji's pants are starting to look when his own are just as similar and the chef doesn't need to instruct him twice when three simple, whispered words reach Luffy's ears through the haze of warmth and want. If he hadn't been in bed already, the nip to his ear would have had Luffy on his knees and Sanji is rewarded with a low, husky gasp for his effort.
True to form there's no time wasted in shifting and removing his shorts, any remaining space between them instantly removed as Luffy presses back up against Sanji's thigh. He's always admired those long, strong legs and Luffy delights in the feel, his half heard cock impossible to ignore. He could spend all year exploring Sanji's physique with his hands and mouth and Luffy intends to do just that with Nami, ducking his head down to try and steal a kiss from her as he slides a hand down and over the front of Sanji's pants in an obvious attempt to tease. )
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He returns the grin from Sanji just in time to watch Nami tugging her shirt off, heated brown gaze appreciative as he takes in the sight of smooth, pale skin. Luffy would never hesitate to claim Nami's breasts are perfect even if others would call him biased for it. All of Nami is perfect and he sends a small smile in the redhead's direction as if trying to communicate just that; Nami looks like Nami.
Luffy tilts his head back as they both set to work at his neck, eyes fluttering closed as Nami and Sanji easily take his breath away. He doesn't need to see how tight Sanji's pants are starting to look when his own are just as similar and the chef doesn't need to instruct him twice when three simple, whispered words reach Luffy's ears through the haze of warmth and want. If he hadn't been in bed already, the nip to his ear would have had Luffy on his knees and Sanji is rewarded with a low, husky gasp for his effort.
True to form there's no time wasted in shifting and removing his shorts, any remaining space between them instantly removed as Luffy presses back up against Sanji's thigh. He's always admired those long, strong legs and Luffy delights in the feel, his half heard cock impossible to ignore. He could spend all year exploring Sanji's physique with his hands and mouth and Luffy intends to do just that with Nami, ducking his head down to try and steal a kiss from her as he slides a hand down and over the front of Sanji's pants in an obvious attempt to tease. )