Tucked against Nami, warm and cozy all together under the covers with Sanjiβit's a supremely comfortable place to be, especially for a sleep connoisseur like him. He stirs awake at Sanji's movements, but he doesn't open his eyes just yet, finding no reason to even as he feels Sanji rearrange their navigator.
When Zoro's eyes finally do flutter open at the touch to his shoulder, he's already half-hard. He's never truly soft around them, not anymore. His body is always ready, always thrumming with an undercurrent of desire that settles deep in his bones when he's tangled with them.
He sees Sanji's wink, the kiss pressed to Nami's shoulder, and then his gaze drops, following Sanji's lead.
A low growl rumbles in Zoro's chest as he sees how Sanji has arrayed Nami's body, her legs spread, her cunt open and glistening. They've done this countless times before, held her open for each other, and today his body reacts to the invitation the same way it always does: with a pleasant, aching throb between his legs. "That's hot," he says, voice raspy with sleep. You're hot, he doesn't say, but maybe Sanji can see it in the look he takes this scene in with, a mixture of unadulterated lust and adoration.
He doesn't need to be told twice. He shifts, moving closer, his body radiating warmth against Nami's. His lips press softly against her lips, then her jaw. They find the soft curve of her shoulder, the sharp lines of her clavicle, leaving a trail of gentle kisses as he moves down her body to suckle on the swell of her breast. Her tastes her sweetness and the lingering scent of last night's passion. He hums in appreciation as he continues his descent, kissing the smooth, flat plane of her stomach before finally settling between her legs.
Nami's scent is intoxicating. She always smells good, but Zoro's favorite scent is the one between her legs, and he breathes her in deeply, like the sweet musk of her womanhood is as refreshing as the fresh air of a lush forest. It makes his mouth water, yet somehow he manages to be just patient enough to kiss along her thighs to begin with, slowly making his way up until he can kiss the smooth mounds of her lips.
The tip of his tongue licks slowly through her folds, tasting her and what's left of both her lovers from the night before. Then he's teasing her clit in circles before flicking it lightly with the tip of his tongue, a soft hum building in him as he savors the taste of her. He deepens his assault before long, his tongue plunging inside, finding a home in her slick warmth. He tries to peer up and watch Nami's face even with his head buried between her thighs, anticipating the subtle shifts in her expression and the soft moans that might signal her waking. He's relentless, determined to coax her from sleep with nothing but sensation, his lips pressing firm against her, his tongue working diligently to ravish her with a devotion that speaks volumes of his love and desireβtheir love and desire; this is a joint birthday present, after all.
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When Zoro's eyes finally do flutter open at the touch to his shoulder, he's already half-hard. He's never truly soft around them, not anymore. His body is always ready, always thrumming with an undercurrent of desire that settles deep in his bones when he's tangled with them.
He sees Sanji's wink, the kiss pressed to Nami's shoulder, and then his gaze drops, following Sanji's lead.
A low growl rumbles in Zoro's chest as he sees how Sanji has arrayed Nami's body, her legs spread, her cunt open and glistening. They've done this countless times before, held her open for each other, and today his body reacts to the invitation the same way it always does: with a pleasant, aching throb between his legs. "That's hot," he says, voice raspy with sleep. You're hot, he doesn't say, but maybe Sanji can see it in the look he takes this scene in with, a mixture of unadulterated lust and adoration.
He doesn't need to be told twice. He shifts, moving closer, his body radiating warmth against Nami's. His lips press softly against her lips, then her jaw. They find the soft curve of her shoulder, the sharp lines of her clavicle, leaving a trail of gentle kisses as he moves down her body to suckle on the swell of her breast. Her tastes her sweetness and the lingering scent of last night's passion. He hums in appreciation as he continues his descent, kissing the smooth, flat plane of her stomach before finally settling between her legs.
Nami's scent is intoxicating. She always smells good, but Zoro's favorite scent is the one between her legs, and he breathes her in deeply, like the sweet musk of her womanhood is as refreshing as the fresh air of a lush forest. It makes his mouth water, yet somehow he manages to be just patient enough to kiss along her thighs to begin with, slowly making his way up until he can kiss the smooth mounds of her lips.
The tip of his tongue licks slowly through her folds, tasting her and what's left of both her lovers from the night before. Then he's teasing her clit in circles before flicking it lightly with the tip of his tongue, a soft hum building in him as he savors the taste of her. He deepens his assault before long, his tongue plunging inside, finding a home in her slick warmth. He tries to peer up and watch Nami's face even with his head buried between her thighs, anticipating the subtle shifts in her expression and the soft moans that might signal her waking. He's relentless, determined to coax her from sleep with nothing but sensation, his lips pressing firm against her, his tongue working diligently to ravish her with a devotion that speaks volumes of his love and desireβtheir love and desire; this is a joint birthday present, after all.