[ The path to Sanji sequestering himself away in one of Namiās guest rooms, a pair of fake dog ears and a wicked plug with a bushy tailā fur a brilliant goldā in hand, starts, of course, with another tantalizing picture of her that leads straight to them stumbling across a pair of black cat ears in a box of toys. Thereās banter, of course, the heated kind that always happens between greedy kisses and sounds of wordless pleasure, and one things leads to another before heās suggesting that he could be her puppy, if she wanted, that he could done a pair of ears and do as she asked and prove that he was good while she could be his kitten and be as good or wicked as she liked.
Itās not exactly a fantasy heād ever had before, butā well, itās Nami. Heās hers, mind and body and heart and soul, heās hers in every conceivable way that matters and he feels safe and comfortable around herā far more so than with anyone elseā and somehow, that idea doesnāt sound half-bad, letting her do thinking and the plotting while he simply does what she wants. And he does want to prove he canā and willā do anything and everything she asks of him. If thereās a part of him that thrills at the thought of the praise thatās sure to come his way alongside the pleasure, itās something he only hints at with the excited way he talks as they plan things out and go shopping for everything heāll need on the appointed day when they both have nothing but time for this and one another.
So heās already excitedā heart pounding in his chest, a warm flush spread over his cheeks, cock hard and aching in his slacksā before he even starts to undress in private. As soon as heās naked, the droopy ears poking out amidst all of soft strands of blonde hair, he lubes up the three rounded sections of the plug, each section slightly thicker than the one before it, getting it nice and so slick that light glints off it when he holds it up and snaps a picture of himself holding it, cock jutting out obscenely from between his legs and as precum beads from his slit and droplets dribble down his plump crown. ]
getting ready now. gonna be so good for you, promise. send you another picture once iāve got it in.
[ Several long moments pass before he messages her again with another photo, moments heās spent fingering the tight ring of his ass, forcing it to relax just enough to start working the plug in. With time and enough patience, though, heās able to get it all the way in, gasping and groaning her name and quite obscenities the whole time, his free hand greedily stroking his cock with such enthusiasm, heās almost sure she can hear it where sheās waiting on the other side of the door. The photograph he sends her, thanks to a full length mirror, shows everything: the glazed look of his eyes, the toy snuggly settled in his ass with the tail visible against the white sheets, the way his cock rests on his belly, partially soft, streaks of cum coating abdomen, proof that he hasnāt really been as good as he should. ]
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Itās not exactly a fantasy heād ever had before, butā well, itās Nami. Heās hers, mind and body and heart and soul, heās hers in every conceivable way that matters and he feels safe and comfortable around herā far more so than with anyone elseā and somehow, that idea doesnāt sound half-bad, letting her do thinking and the plotting while he simply does what she wants. And he does want to prove he canā and willā do anything and everything she asks of him. If thereās a part of him that thrills at the thought of the praise thatās sure to come his way alongside the pleasure, itās something he only hints at with the excited way he talks as they plan things out and go shopping for everything heāll need on the appointed day when they both have nothing but time for this and one another.
So heās already excitedā heart pounding in his chest, a warm flush spread over his cheeks, cock hard and aching in his slacksā before he even starts to undress in private. As soon as heās naked, the droopy ears poking out amidst all of soft strands of blonde hair, he lubes up the three rounded sections of the plug, each section slightly thicker than the one before it, getting it nice and so slick that light glints off it when he holds it up and snaps a picture of himself holding it, cock jutting out obscenely from between his legs and as precum beads from his slit and droplets dribble down his plump crown. ]
getting ready now. gonna be so good for you, promise. send you another picture once iāve got it in.
[ Several long moments pass before he messages her again with another photo, moments heās spent fingering the tight ring of his ass, forcing it to relax just enough to start working the plug in. With time and enough patience, though, heās able to get it all the way in, gasping and groaning her name and quite obscenities the whole time, his free hand greedily stroking his cock with such enthusiasm, heās almost sure she can hear it where sheās waiting on the other side of the door. The photograph he sends her, thanks to a full length mirror, shows everything: the glazed look of his eyes, the toy snuggly settled in his ass with the tail visible against the white sheets, the way his cock rests on his belly, partially soft, streaks of cum coating abdomen, proof that he hasnāt really been as good as he should. ]
did i do good? can i come out now?