[ Perfectly under control. How hard he's becoming contradicts his words and leaves her smirking deeply, the sleepy ache that's been simmering in her core flares ever so gently. That light rush of pleasure makes Nami bring her hips up, moving slow and almost lazily when they meet his. ]

Maybe they wouldn't – [ Nami starts as her fingertips trail through his hair before skimming along the back of his neck, touching him for the sake of touching and masking that softness in the smugness hanging richly in her purred voice. ]

But someone's gonna notice how hard you are because I keep flashing my wet cunt at you when nobody's looking.

[ Her head tilts, lips still brushing his earlobe as she rests the side of her head against his. ] You don't want you pulling out, either.