"Okay, greedy." Zoro's voice is teasing. Luffy has told him that everyone stays at Nami's suite, but he hasn't been there yet, and he hasn't even seen Sanji with his own eyes. Therefore he can't fully appreciate how much hustling Nami has done to provide for their crew. And even if he did, he might be contrary anyway, just for fun. "Maybe I don't feel like splitting my winnings, then." As if they aren't squarely earning this together, round by round.
He sees something that might be embarrassment flash through Nami's face, and Zoro almost wants to explain that it isn't a rejection. But what can he say? That he doesn't want the random people around them to see so much of her at the same time he finally gets to? Maybe Nami doesn't care, and he shouldn't either. What are the words for that?
Besides, something about touching her under her clothes is very appealing. The dice haven't told him to do it, and yet here he isβhe has no defense if Nami were to call him out on it. He grins when he sees her laugh; she understands, after all, even without a verbal explanation. Good.
Very good, actually. Zoro feels hot all over, and it only takes a few rolls of Nami's hips before he's straining painfully under his pants. "I can put my clothes back on, if you're complaining." He hears how she's breathless, sees the flush on her cheeks, and his fingertips ghost over her pucker, slipping lower until he can feel the slickness between her thighs.
"Does that feel good?" he asks, and now his voice is softer than it was before. It's not a conscious switch; it's simply honest. "I want you to feel good..." His voice lowers into a murmur, right against her ear, lips and teeth grazing along her skin as he speaks. "So good that you make a mess of our clothes." He can't help grinding up against her in return, just once. Or twice. Maybe three times. Just enough to sate himself while he's focused on her pleasure.
He doesn't think it through when he pulls one hand from under her skirt, tasting her slick on his fingers. The flavor makes him moan for the first time since they started this dance, the sound low and wanting, saying without words that this singular taste isn't enough.
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He sees something that might be embarrassment flash through Nami's face, and Zoro almost wants to explain that it isn't a rejection. But what can he say? That he doesn't want the random people around them to see so much of her at the same time he finally gets to? Maybe Nami doesn't care, and he shouldn't either. What are the words for that?
Besides, something about touching her under her clothes is very appealing. The dice haven't told him to do it, and yet here he isβhe has no defense if Nami were to call him out on it. He grins when he sees her laugh; she understands, after all, even without a verbal explanation. Good.
Very good, actually. Zoro feels hot all over, and it only takes a few rolls of Nami's hips before he's straining painfully under his pants. "I can put my clothes back on, if you're complaining." He hears how she's breathless, sees the flush on her cheeks, and his fingertips ghost over her pucker, slipping lower until he can feel the slickness between her thighs.
"Does that feel good?" he asks, and now his voice is softer than it was before. It's not a conscious switch; it's simply honest. "I want you to feel good..." His voice lowers into a murmur, right against her ear, lips and teeth grazing along her skin as he speaks. "So good that you make a mess of our clothes." He can't help grinding up against her in return, just once. Or twice. Maybe three times. Just enough to sate himself while he's focused on her pleasure.
He doesn't think it through when he pulls one hand from under her skirt, tasting her slick on his fingers. The flavor makes him moan for the first time since they started this dance, the sound low and wanting, saying without words that this singular taste isn't enough.