[ Some vague, distant part of Sanji recognizes that he's too heated— that his mind is drenched in a thick, dark haze of lust; that his blood is boiling underneath the intensity of his want; that he's all base instinct right now— for what he'd envisioned as the kind of help he could provide, all gentle, precise motions focused on pleasuring her with exacting focus. There's no flare of his suit to blame for this, no interference of the House beyond what they've done to Tifa, nothing he can blame other than his own selfish desire for her. It's hard to say he's wrong for that— to rebuke himself for letting lust override that more distant, selfless kind of concern— when she's moaning so sweetly against his mouth, the sound of it leaving shudders in its wake as he drinks them in, when her cunt's quivering deliciously and dripping slick in response to his touch, when her tongue tangles so easily with his own.
For all that he could rebuke himself, that feels like a fool's errand. Perhaps it's greedy to follow the urgent whisperings of his desire— to suddenly make her confront the reality of his own arousal, to press her palm shamelessly against the broad underside of his cock, hips urgently rubbing it against her hand— but judging by her reaction, he doesn't think it is. His lips curl in a wild grin as she fucks back against the deep penetration of his fingers, pressing down with such eagerness that he nearly moans with delight at how deep she takes them.
Or maybe it’s not the heated clench of her cunt soaking his fingers that makes his breath hitch and a pleased sound rumble in the back of his throat, his mouth messily stamping greedy kisses against her lips. For all that his focus—razor-sharp in its intensity— is on the way her body reacts to his, yielding to his touches and kisses, pleading for more, there’s a dull awareness of how she touches him, of the rough, unpracticed way her hand massages and squeezes the considerable fact of his cock through his slacks. And the truth is that it feels wonderful, that her utter shamelessness makes him want to moan, makes him want to rock his hips and whimper and plead for more. Sanji doesn’t, but there’s no stopping the too pleased groan that rumbles deep in his chest, the hissed fuck as she caresses and feels the length and heft of him through the fabric, the unrelenting way his wrist fucks his fingers deep and fast into the greedy clutch of her shuddering cunt.
He’s greedy, too, and doesn’t even have the mark to blame. ]
Yeah? [ The question is a low purr against her mouth as he kisses her again, tongue licking back into the familiar heat of her mouth, fingers grinding deep as the flat of his thumb strums the stiffened bud of her clit— once, twice, thrice— as he meets her gaze, basking in the heated glow, free hand cupping her cheek with a gentleness that contrasts the unrelenting way his fingers thrust deep and true. Anticipation blossoms low in his gut as her fingers change tasks, no longer touching him but gleefully working to undo the layers of cloth that separate his bare cock from her fingers. That realization makes him swallow dryly as his forehead rests intimately against hers, gaze unbroken, lips brushing an endless parade of quick kisses against hers. ] I’ll give it to you, gorgeous, promise. You’ve been so damn patient, you deserve whatever you want. If you wanna be fucked by my thick cock— [ Silence is intended to follow, but instead, it’s a low, keening groan of delight as the calloused pads of her fingers draw him out, shaft desperately hard— flushed and eager and leaking— as his hips shudder, unashamed to rub his length against her fingers. ]
Just for you, Tifa. Fuck— I’m so fucking hard, it’s gonna drive me crazy if I don’t fuck you soon and it’s all your fault. [ There’s no hesitation to give her what she asks for, voice pitching low, the strain of holding back obvious. Grinning against her mouth, he kisses her harder, kisses her like his life depends on it, the fingers in her cunt curling, probing for the sweet spot as he ruts them into her faster, faster, faster— fast enough that the obscenely wet sound of fucking fills the small elevator compartment— thumb frantically swiping her throbbing clit with each deep press. ] I wanna feel your cunt soaking my cock so bad, lovely, wanna feel you tight and clenching as I fuck every inch into you, as I make you moan and writhe and come all over my cock. I just— I want you, you know? Want to make you feel good, want to make you moan my name, want to make you come so hard, you won’t ever forget it. [ Every word is huskily murmured against her lips, voice low, nearly a purr, as his fingers stroke her cheek. ] All because it’s you. Wanna fuck you and fill you up with my cum, too, make a proper mess of your pretty cunt. If you’ll let me.
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For all that he could rebuke himself, that feels like a fool's errand. Perhaps it's greedy to follow the urgent whisperings of his desire— to suddenly make her confront the reality of his own arousal, to press her palm shamelessly against the broad underside of his cock, hips urgently rubbing it against her hand— but judging by her reaction, he doesn't think it is. His lips curl in a wild grin as she fucks back against the deep penetration of his fingers, pressing down with such eagerness that he nearly moans with delight at how deep she takes them.
Or maybe it’s not the heated clench of her cunt soaking his fingers that makes his breath hitch and a pleased sound rumble in the back of his throat, his mouth messily stamping greedy kisses against her lips. For all that his focus—razor-sharp in its intensity— is on the way her body reacts to his, yielding to his touches and kisses, pleading for more, there’s a dull awareness of how she touches him, of the rough, unpracticed way her hand massages and squeezes the considerable fact of his cock through his slacks. And the truth is that it feels wonderful, that her utter shamelessness makes him want to moan, makes him want to rock his hips and whimper and plead for more. Sanji doesn’t, but there’s no stopping the too pleased groan that rumbles deep in his chest, the hissed fuck as she caresses and feels the length and heft of him through the fabric, the unrelenting way his wrist fucks his fingers deep and fast into the greedy clutch of her shuddering cunt.
He’s greedy, too, and doesn’t even have the mark to blame. ]
Yeah? [ The question is a low purr against her mouth as he kisses her again, tongue licking back into the familiar heat of her mouth, fingers grinding deep as the flat of his thumb strums the stiffened bud of her clit— once, twice, thrice— as he meets her gaze, basking in the heated glow, free hand cupping her cheek with a gentleness that contrasts the unrelenting way his fingers thrust deep and true. Anticipation blossoms low in his gut as her fingers change tasks, no longer touching him but gleefully working to undo the layers of cloth that separate his bare cock from her fingers. That realization makes him swallow dryly as his forehead rests intimately against hers, gaze unbroken, lips brushing an endless parade of quick kisses against hers. ] I’ll give it to you, gorgeous, promise. You’ve been so damn patient, you deserve whatever you want. If you wanna be fucked by my thick cock— [ Silence is intended to follow, but instead, it’s a low, keening groan of delight as the calloused pads of her fingers draw him out, shaft desperately hard— flushed and eager and leaking— as his hips shudder, unashamed to rub his length against her fingers. ]
Just for you, Tifa. Fuck— I’m so fucking hard, it’s gonna drive me crazy if I don’t fuck you soon and it’s all your fault. [ There’s no hesitation to give her what she asks for, voice pitching low, the strain of holding back obvious. Grinning against her mouth, he kisses her harder, kisses her like his life depends on it, the fingers in her cunt curling, probing for the sweet spot as he ruts them into her faster, faster, faster— fast enough that the obscenely wet sound of fucking fills the small elevator compartment— thumb frantically swiping her throbbing clit with each deep press. ] I wanna feel your cunt soaking my cock so bad, lovely, wanna feel you tight and clenching as I fuck every inch into you, as I make you moan and writhe and come all over my cock. I just— I want you, you know? Want to make you feel good, want to make you moan my name, want to make you come so hard, you won’t ever forget it. [ Every word is huskily murmured against her lips, voice low, nearly a purr, as his fingers stroke her cheek. ] All because it’s you. Wanna fuck you and fill you up with my cum, too, make a proper mess of your pretty cunt. If you’ll let me.