( The warm kisses up Luffy's neck are exquisite, enough to almost have the young man's toes curling as Nami's lips trail across his skin. The best navigator in the East Blue is right; they do look amazing, and he can't help but glance at the pair with blatant admiration. No matter what happens this will never leave his memory, the sight of Nami and Sanji pressed against each other, skin flushed in the heat of the moment will forever be etched into his mind.
Nami's skills don't stop at navigation though as Luffy huffs hotly against Sanji's chest again. The hand at his cock is breath-taking and that coupled with fingers running through his hair has him pausing, eyes fluttering closed as another low moan escapes him. The urge to kick things up a notch is there, a low building pressure eclipsed only by the knowledge that slow and steady means getting to watch Sanji and Nami enjoying each other all the more.
The taste of Sanji's skin at his lips is divine as Luffy tries to commit it to memory, delighting in how the blond's nipple reacts against his tongue enough to repeat the motion. His cock aches with how Sanji utters his name, with the feel of how the blond shudders under him, and Luffy can't help but grin against heated skin as he feels the other trying to wriggle out of his clothes. They ought to shift and let him but it feels like too much effort and eventually Nami saves them all the hassle, Luffy focusing more on running his hand along Sanji's cock, testing the weight and feel of it under his palm. He's no expert but he can't wait to wrap his lips around it soon.
Nami's movement for another kiss catches Luffy's attention and suddenly he's feeling a distinct lack of redhead in his life. It's all too easy for him to lean forwards, trailing his lips wetly along the swell of a breast as he continues to leisurely stroke Sanji. )
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Nami's skills don't stop at navigation though as Luffy huffs hotly against Sanji's chest again. The hand at his cock is breath-taking and that coupled with fingers running through his hair has him pausing, eyes fluttering closed as another low moan escapes him. The urge to kick things up a notch is there, a low building pressure eclipsed only by the knowledge that slow and steady means getting to watch Sanji and Nami enjoying each other all the more.
The taste of Sanji's skin at his lips is divine as Luffy tries to commit it to memory, delighting in how the blond's nipple reacts against his tongue enough to repeat the motion. His cock aches with how Sanji utters his name, with the feel of how the blond shudders under him, and Luffy can't help but grin against heated skin as he feels the other trying to wriggle out of his clothes. They ought to shift and let him but it feels like too much effort and eventually Nami saves them all the hassle, Luffy focusing more on running his hand along Sanji's cock, testing the weight and feel of it under his palm. He's no expert but he can't wait to wrap his lips around it soon.
Nami's movement for another kiss catches Luffy's attention and suddenly he's feeling a distinct lack of redhead in his life. It's all too easy for him to lean forwards, trailing his lips wetly along the swell of a breast as he continues to leisurely stroke Sanji. )