[ As close as Sanji is— his release is right there, near enough that he can feel his balls preparing to tighten, just a few greedy pumps of his hand between him and the sweet, sweet relief that’d leave him spilling onto the floor— the moment he reads her message, he forces himself to stop, tucking his cock back into his boxers and the red fabric of his slacks. He takes a picture of it— of how it strains and tents his pants, the hard outline obvious while he fights off the urge to touch himself again— and attaches it to his message. ]

not gonna spill a drop of my cum until i’m inside you again. ♥ i’m on my way, love. gonna come find you and treat you like the beautiful, perfect princess you are.

[ Luckily for them both, she’s not terribly far away and he’s got a good enough sense of direction that it’s easy to find his way to the pinned location. And while he’s not exactly dressed subtly— his costume is too flashy for that— nobody bothers stopping him when he walks with such clear purpose.

Sanji ducks behind the curtain with a wide, eager grin painted on his face— and it spreads wider as soon as he sees her because, yes, he’s stupidly smitten with her— mouth crashing against hers by way of a hungry, greedy greeting. ] Miss me, Nami? [ It’s purred against her lips as he tucks the bright red flower that’s part of his costume behind her ear, using his now free hand to guide hers to where his length is still hard and throbbing and concealed by thin layers of fabric. ]