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[ He might have to stop touching her briefly, but Nami still doesn't let him get too far away, making it very easy to settle between his legs, unfastening his pants and pushing them off his hips impatiently before she gives in to the urge to straddle him and kiss him hard again.

The lean muscles of her inner thighs press against his hips as she holds herself up, tongue licking into his mouth, while the hand between their bodies moves to guide his cock out of his pants. ] Get inside me already, gorgeous. I missed your cock. [ She missed him, but, barring a few lapses in sanity here and there over the months, Nami still manages to maintain the restraint needed to keep this outwardly all about the sex. ]

[ It doesn't matter what words Nami puts in that sentence, just hearing she missed any part of him does make his heart skip a beat. These damned Straw Hats - they keep a part of him, even if he would prefer they not, just to keep things more simple. But, oh well, it's that simple, isn't it? ]

[ Clothes out of the way, Shanks doesn't say anything back, he just starts to push in Nami, his hand feeling around her clit for a moment. And his mouth, he seals it on hers kissing through the whole thing. He can't say anything totally stupid if his mouth is busy, after all. He does have restraint, and he uses it, plenty, but it's not one of his stronger skills. ]

[ Despite the horny babble, Shanks isn't the only one whose heart is skipping more than a few beats as she moves closer, angling her body to take the length of him as she swiftly sinks onto his cock with a soft, shuddering moan, the walls of her cunt fluttering tightly around him as the teasing touch to her clit feeds into the pleasure rising through her. ]

You always feel– [ Then, he moves to kiss her, and for the sake of not letting her mouth run away with itself and finish that sentence with something she definitely shouldn't say, Nami meets that kiss hungrily as she rolls her hips, moving hard and fast against him. ]

[ She tightens around him, and Shanks loses all thought, for a moment, legs shuddering and weak. Then, just as quickly as he went weak, he thrusts inside of Nami again, a little faster, eager.

Nami didn't finish her words, so when Shanks pulls away to breathe, again, he dives in, breathless, voice a whisper. ]

You always feel incredible.

[ For reasons beyond how completely perfect he feels each time his hips rock forward and his cock ruts deeper into her, Nami's heart skips more than a beat or two.

Leaning up to chase him back into another kiss after he moves to catch his breath, and momentarily ignoring her own need for air, his words make her still as a wide, dazed grin curves over her lips, wholly unchecked. ]

Incredible isn't enough. [ Arching against him, Nami runs the fingers of one hand through his hair, before cradling the back of his neck, the rock of her hips against his quickening as her teeth tug at his bottom lip. ]

[ He indulges in that kiss, and when it ends, Shanks peers at Nami, almost stunned at the smile she gives. It's beautiful, though.

Shanks' eyes flutter at just the addition of Nami's hand on the nape of his neck. There's a breathy laugh. ]

You're right. [ He keeps rocking with her, a little faster, as he breathes. ] Not enough.

[ Of course, he means that in other ways, now, eager for more friction inside of Nami. Shanks moves in for another kiss. ]

[ Frissons of pleasure pulse through her, making her moan against his mouth as she moves harder against him, the climax building through her, keeping every movement greedy and rich with need. ]

Shanks. [ She sighs his name, the sound unguarded and happy against his lips, uttered adoringly more than once or twice between kisses. ] You– I. [ Everything Nami thinks to say is nothing she should say, but the building tension in her body distract from that, the fluttering heat of her cunt shuddering around him as the hungry rock of her hips brings her closer to the edge. ]

[ Her. Him. You. I. Shanks has no idea what Nami was about to say, and in that moment, he can't get himself to care, either, despite usually wanting to know Nami's thoughts. Her body moves and reacts like that, and Shanks starts to come, mind undone, body shuddering with pleasure and release as he stops rocking.

He still tries to move, though, to help Nami reach her own end. ]

[ Likewise, the hard heat of his release is all it takes for Nami to dissolve into trembling moans beneath him as her climax sweeps over her, leaving her gasping his name again and again while her arms and likes wrap tight around him, almost possessive as she pulls him closer in the breathless aftermath. ]

[ It does seem like they'll be told to leave the pod, soon, but in the wake of their climaxes, Shanks is more than content to just hold on to Nami for a moment, listen to her breathing return to normal, as his follows, just snuggling together.

It's comforting. ]

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