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Lunch or dinner?

[ Judging by the way she watches him shrewdly as he knees between her spread thighs as she asks, Nami very obviously hopes she gets to be part of the menu, regardless of the meal. It's oddly liberating to not feel the need to suppress every warm flash of genuine interest and fondness Sanji always manages to leave her inundated with.

Nimble fingertips follow the gracefully strong line of his collarbone before skimming over the sides of his neck to tangle loosely in the ends of his hair, briefly tugging before wiggling them free to push his hair out of his face instead. Transfixed, her eyes stay fixed on his face as she feels his tongue glide over the slickness of her spread folds, that initial brush of his tongue all it takes to draw a low moan out of her. ] You always get my cunt so fucking wet, Sanji.

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Mmmm, dinner. [ Lips parting in that bright, eager grin, he stamps a few more quick kisses along her thigh, nose hovering an inch from her bare, dripping cunt as he looks back up at her, eyes dark with that heady mixture of lust and fondness that she could once so easily feel when they'd had their bond. ] But your whole evening and night's mine, yeah? Gonna take you out shopping and to dinner, feast on your gorgeous cunt for desert, and then we'll come back and spend the night tangled together.

[ For all his talk of tomorrow– and how sincere he is about it– it only take a heartbeat for him to be fully immersed in the present. The heady taste of her cunt never fails to run right through him, stoking the fire of his want to burn even hotter, a low groan of delight and greed rumbling in his chest as his tongue laps at her slickness. And while Nami's words– and that sweet, intoxicating moan– hang in the air, he can't resist the urge to taste more. His tongue lashes out in quick, eager sweeps, licking against her entrance, tracing it as he greedily laps up more of the wetness that clings to her folds. ]

Yeah? [ The word's a low groan as he pauses, leaning further in to dot kisses the swollen folds near her slit, culminating with a teasing flick of his tongue and his mouth catching the stiff bud of her clit in a quick, hot suck as he snakes an arm up her body to roughly squeeze and knead a breast. He glances up at her then, grinning, unable to resist dragging his tongue over the slick heat of her again and groaning softly. ]

Fuck– [ It's a quiet whimper as his tongue laps faster, body unconsciously scooting closer, jaw aching as he looks up at her with eyes blown dark with equal parts adoration and desire. ] You taste so damn good, Nami. Can't get enough of you, you know? Of tasting you, of fucking you, of kissing you– can't ever get enough.

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[ His fondness is hopelessly mirrored in the way Nami looks down at him, her eyes hungry and her face flushed, but with a lurking softness at the very edges of her smile, like she can't hope to fully hide just how much she adores him.

That look melts into something even warmer as draws close, and finally lets his tongue glide over the waiting slick clinging to the flushed folds of her cunt. Lost to the feeling, she lets her head tilt back, eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as she moans low. ]

Who said I wanted you to get enough of it?

[ The corners of her mouth curve up in a little grin as she lets her fingers card through his hair, breathing hard as her pleasure builds through her and makes short work of her composure. ]

You're not allowed to, not when you make my cunt feel this perfect. [ More horny babble parading around on main with double meanings. It's a thing now, something that's budded up in place of their connection. ]

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[ Moments of intimacy– just like this one– have always managed to peel back some of the facade that exists during less heated moments. Sanji's been basking in her affection for months, now, greedily accepting it in whatever form it comes. Fond looks, soft smiles, filthy promises that verge on too sweet for words– he'll take whatever she gives him.

His eyes– dark with the kind of boundless desire that she so evokes from him– are glued to her, watching every expression of pleasure that passes over her face. She's so damn slick and he loves that she is, loves the way her body responds so sweetly to everything he does. A soft, pleased little groan vibrates against the swollen folds of her dripping cunt as he draws the broad flat of his tongue over her faster. ]

Then I never will. Promise. Never gonna get enough of any of it.

[ As a hand rests its palm low on her belly and his thumb rubs her throbbing clit, Sanji seals it a heartbeat later by turning his head, mouthing a patch of tender skin of her thigh as he sucks and nips just hard enough to leave a mark. His mark. Unwilling to let the sting last too long, his tongue lathes over it, trying to soothe the hurt, before he brushes more than a few kisses to it. ]

Always gonna make your cunt feel so damn good. Gonna make you come for me, make you feel so perfect, you'll make a mess of my face.

[ It takes barely a few heartbeats before his mouth returns to where it belongs– worshipping her perfect cunt– because what he said really is true. He can't get enough of her, not now, not ever, and the way he tastes her, tongue fucking and licking into her cunt– desperate and needy and almost crazed with how badly he wants it– while his thumb strums over that swollen bud faster and faster is proof of that, just as the way he groans her name softly is. ]

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[ The steady pressure of Sanji's thumb as it circles over her clit, and the slick heat of his tongue licking into her, makes her want to hold out and greedily extract everything out of this moment that she can, even as her climax begins to build. ]

Don't stop, don't stop– [ Nami's voice rises in pitch as her hips lift slightly, trying to get closer to his touch as those tremors of pleasure eat away at her composure until she's almost grabbing the back of his head in an effort to keep his mouth working over her cunt. ] I'm gonna come, Sanji, I'm gonna come all over your tongue, please, please– [ Her words are a rush of horny babble at its most urgent, pleading with him for something though she really couldn't say what, the walls of her cunt tightening and quivering as every touch.

Her orgasm pulls a loud, ragged cry out of her, while Nami presses her shoulders back against the wall behind her, her fingers tightening roughly in his hair as a rush of fresh slickness catches his tongue and drips thickly down his chin. Nami dissolves into husky moans as she climaxes, until those sounds are lost to breathlessness as she rests against the wall, the hand in his hair relaxing as the muscles of her inner thighs twitch now and again against the sides of his face ] Mm, I already want to let you do that again.