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[ All too happy to be kissed and touched, and enjoying the pampering that's come with it being with her birthday enough to lower her guard to do so openly, she sighs as his hand finds her breast, arching into Shanks' hand.

Helping him get her dress over her head, Nami reaches back to unclasp her bra, tossing it aside before she wraps an arm around Shanks again, continuing to lead him backwards while ducking her head to kiss his neck. ]

There's a table to your left. [ The words are murmured against his skin as her hand roves down, running her palm over the hard line of his cock through his pants. ] If this isn't part of my present, I'm gonna be pissed.

[ The only reason his hand leaves her breast is to feel the rest of Nami, or to help with the undressing. Once she's undressed, Shanks starts on his own clothes, in between the attentions he pays Nami. ]

[ Shanks barely murmurs understand to Nami's remark on the table. His arm goes around Nami's waist to lift her and place her on it, then he chuckles at the feel of her hand against his dick. ]

[ She might be able to feel the cock ring on it. ]

Whatever you like is part of your present. I'm all yours, today.

[ It's not until his pants her pulled open and her hand is fisting around the shaft of his cock and working down towards the base that she feels the ring, a sensation that makes her gasp softly in surprise against his lips. ]

Something else you're gonna teach me about? [ Nami purrs against Shanks' mouth, rising onto the balls of her feet before shifting back far enough to perch her ass on the edge of the table. Today, she's not going to ignore how good it feels to hear him say things like that to her. They're never going to be all for each other, not here, not at home, but, today – as with all the little moments they've spent the months here sharing between them – she's willing to indulge it, her hand eagerly stroking his cock as she guides it out of his pants, one of her thighs already settling on his hip. ]

[ Shanks grins when he feels her fingers against his flesh, when he sees the Expression on Nami's face when she feels the cock ring. ]

Perhaps. It was the quickest thing I can find with a bow on it. [ He lifts his hand to point out why tying an actual one would have been a bit more time consuming. ]

[ No, they never will be able to give each all of themselves, but that doesn't change anything. Doesn't make this any less fun, or soft, or sweet. He puts his arm around Nami's waist, and lifts her onto the table proper. Then his hand slides down to the swell of her ass as she massages his cock. Their skin touching burns, in a welcoming way. Like cold hands moving toward a fire, he pushes his his body closer to Nami's. ]

[ Sometimes, it's almost like Shanks doesn't care if he gets burned. ]

[ Nami lets Shanks go long enough to grasp the edge of the table when his arm goes around her, hoisting herself up purely to free his hand up a little quicker, eager to have him touching her again, sooner. ]

Something tells me you're gonna be a great gift.

[ Her eyes dart down as she speaks, catching sight of the ring around the base of his cock, and how incredibly hard it's made him. By the time their eyes meet again, she's flushed, her thighs hooking onto his hips to pull him closer. ]

Come here already.

[ Just for today, she can be openly greedy for him (not that she manages to hold back normally), letting her hips arch towards Shanks' until the hard press of his cock is teasing just against her entrance. ]

That is always the goal. [ He says that with half amusement, half sincerity, though, really, it's not very serious. As soon as Nami is on the table, he moves in closer. ]

[ And her greed is always accepted, welcome, and encouraged. In fact, he chuckles when she tells him to 'come here.' For all of his usual mild expressions, Shanks does breathe out a soft moan at the feel of Nami against his tip, with his eyes fluttering closed for a second. ]

So, today, Queen Nami, [ Shanks leans into whisper in Nami's ear ] I only come when you allow me to. When you remove the bow.

[ The prospect of being allowed to control when Shanks gets to find release, even though she can fuck him as many times as she wants to, makes want flare through her. Her hips lift a little more urgently, as a soft moan escapes her after feeling more of his cock slide slowly inside her.

Nami turns her head, nuzzling the side of his face, her lips brushing against his skin as she speaks. ]

Make me come so many times, I need to feel your cum filling me up.

[ Shanks, too, finds want and desire burning through him even more at the power he's given Nami. That he trusts her with it. ]

[ He pushes in carefully, as it makes him want to move in her until he gets release, but, of course, he can't. Not yet. ]

[ Nami nuzzles him, and Shanks feels pleasant sparks along even bit of skin Nami touches. ]

I think I can manage that. [ He manages to sound at ease about the concept, when really, he's eager. The ring might be a little cold, but it doesn't hinder him from entering Nami. He moves a bit quicker. ]

[ Inhaling sharply as he sinks further into her, the blunt tips of her nails bite lightly into his shoulders as she all but arches towards him in search of more. ]

Fuck me, Shanks. Fuck me so hard.

[ It would go beyond the constraints of their relationship to tell him she wanted to be fucked to the point of feeling claimed, but the needy way she moans before her teeth tug at his earlobe betrays just how much anticipation built through her. ]

[ Shanks gives a throaty chuckle to her words, then his expression softens as he nuzzles against Nami's neck. ]

I have no intention to do anything otherwise.

[ He thrusts into Nami, his body eager to come, but the bow keeps him in check as he gives a soft moan against Nami's skin. Just her words make him burn, eager for release. ]

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