[ sanji leans his head back when luffy moves to undress, their current positions leaving nami better suited than him to help their captain with getting rid of those shorts. not that he's left with nothing to do, as his hand devotes itself to fondling that breast in hand, so pleasantly soft and warm to the touch, leaving him turned on by the stiff point of nami's nipple rubbing tight against his thumb.
his breath hitches when luffy now presses against him fully naked and he suddenly isn't sure which of his friends he wants to get his mouth on more. if he puts his lips around luffy's cock, he can learn the exact noises his captain makes when he's feeling good, something that sanji's devoted himself to doing from the moment he stepped onto the going merry, to give everything that luffy needs and deserves. but he already knows the taste of nami's cunt, beautiful and perfect and wet and heavenly, and he'll never get enough of fucking her with his tongue, hearing her cry out the most delicious sounds as he makes her come again and again.
it's a predicament that has no losses.
and he's especially winning when luffy begins to rub his palm against his cock, the cotton of those pajama pants thin enough to rub a satisfying friction that makes him moan, breath heavier as he watches his friend share in a kiss, erection twitching with a lustful reaction.
he's still breathing hard when nami turns that kiss on him, responding just as hungrily as he had when kissing luffy, tongue slick as it slides hot against hers, barely stifling noises from the way it combines being palmed below.
at her instruction to undress, he can only manage a nod, redirecting his hands to snag at his shirt, lifting it up over his head and tossing it to the floor, exposing the etched lines of his abdomen underneath. when he goes for his pants, he reluctantly has to disrupt luffy's fingers, but as he gives a slight lift of his hips, he's able to get a different kind of relief as his cock springs free from behind the fabric, already stiff with a leaky damp tip. ]
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his breath hitches when luffy now presses against him fully naked and he suddenly isn't sure which of his friends he wants to get his mouth on more. if he puts his lips around luffy's cock, he can learn the exact noises his captain makes when he's feeling good, something that sanji's devoted himself to doing from the moment he stepped onto the going merry, to give everything that luffy needs and deserves. but he already knows the taste of nami's cunt, beautiful and perfect and wet and heavenly, and he'll never get enough of fucking her with his tongue, hearing her cry out the most delicious sounds as he makes her come again and again.
it's a predicament that has no losses.
and he's especially winning when luffy begins to rub his palm against his cock, the cotton of those pajama pants thin enough to rub a satisfying friction that makes him moan, breath heavier as he watches his friend share in a kiss, erection twitching with a lustful reaction.
he's still breathing hard when nami turns that kiss on him, responding just as hungrily as he had when kissing luffy, tongue slick as it slides hot against hers, barely stifling noises from the way it combines being palmed below.
at her instruction to undress, he can only manage a nod, redirecting his hands to snag at his shirt, lifting it up over his head and tossing it to the floor, exposing the etched lines of his abdomen underneath. when he goes for his pants, he reluctantly has to disrupt luffy's fingers, but as he gives a slight lift of his hips, he's able to get a different kind of relief as his cock springs free from behind the fabric, already stiff with a leaky damp tip. ]