[ he can feel eyes on him when he undresses, and he can't deny the rise of satisfying heat he feels in being watched, like there's something so addictive to knowing he's being appreciated and admired, that he's desired. and it's something he returns with equal intent as his eyes flutter between the pleasured expression on luffy's face and nami's fist loosely stroking over his cock, the visual making him swallow hard enough to feel it.
but sanji doesn't even get to finish tugging away at his pants before the freedom of his cock allows for luffy's fingers to wrap directly around it, the instant touch drawing out a small hitching breath, brows knit with a brief involuntary closing of his eyes as he basks in the relief of being stroked. ]
Oh, fuck, Luffy — [ caught up in his own vocal slip of words, he only barely manages to catch nami's smirk aimed in his direction when he opens his eyes again, breath shuddering again when luffy ducks down to mouth of his nipple, hardening to a stiffer point at the tease of his flicking tongue. with all of the distraction, he isn't as graceful as he'd like to be when nami aids in finishing the removal of his pants, trying his best to wriggle his way out of them without disrupting luffy's mouth and hand from their attention.
one hand pets the back of luffy's head, combing through dark curls, encouraging the curiosity of his kisses on his chest, as he reaches for nami with the other as she settles in close to him again, sliding over her back as he leans up to meet her kiss, almost impatient and needy with the way he chases it. ]
Nami. [ it's raspier against her mouth, breathy and wet with the slide of his tongue, but it pairs with his intentions as his hand slides lower behind her body, dipping under the elastic band of her underwear, palming over her ass until fingers can reach lower beneath the fabric to touch her cunt from behind, circling his fingertips to feel and smear the slick evidence of her arousal over her skin. ]
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but sanji doesn't even get to finish tugging away at his pants before the freedom of his cock allows for luffy's fingers to wrap directly around it, the instant touch drawing out a small hitching breath, brows knit with a brief involuntary closing of his eyes as he basks in the relief of being stroked. ]
Oh, fuck, Luffy — [ caught up in his own vocal slip of words, he only barely manages to catch nami's smirk aimed in his direction when he opens his eyes again, breath shuddering again when luffy ducks down to mouth of his nipple, hardening to a stiffer point at the tease of his flicking tongue. with all of the distraction, he isn't as graceful as he'd like to be when nami aids in finishing the removal of his pants, trying his best to wriggle his way out of them without disrupting luffy's mouth and hand from their attention.
one hand pets the back of luffy's head, combing through dark curls, encouraging the curiosity of his kisses on his chest, as he reaches for nami with the other as she settles in close to him again, sliding over her back as he leans up to meet her kiss, almost impatient and needy with the way he chases it. ]
Nami. [ it's raspier against her mouth, breathy and wet with the slide of his tongue, but it pairs with his intentions as his hand slides lower behind her body, dipping under the elastic band of her underwear, palming over her ass until fingers can reach lower beneath the fabric to touch her cunt from behind, circling his fingertips to feel and smear the slick evidence of her arousal over her skin. ]