Yeah? Guess that’s fair. I’ll show you as many times as I need to make sure you’re satisfied. [ Between the constant buzzing of the toy against his swollen, sensitive prostate and Nami’s fingers rubbing and teasing the thickened head of his cock, it feels impossible to care about things like being in the middle of the crowd. A shameless groan vibrates against her mouth as his hips give their own needy rock, desperate as his fingers skate over her cunt and tease her clit one last time before he forces them away, a sigh of disappointment slipping out as she takes that step back. A few of the passerbys that were watching quickly shuffle off as she pulls him in the direction of the cafe. Sanji grins at her, mouth open to make another filthy promise, but then the vibrations deep in his ass intensify and taking a step causes the plug to shift inside him and he’s left biting back a half-uttered whimper of her name. He nearly misses the step, hips wanting to jerk forward, cock leaking as it aches for stimulation and relief, but he keeps his balance and restraint intact. ]
Shit, you’re wicked— [ It’s a quiet murmur against her ear as he slides an arm around her waist, fingers stroking over the curve of her hip. He’s so damn tempted to do more— to slip his fingers under her skirt and rub her clit relentlessly while they close the short distance to the cafe— but this isn’t the place for that level of brazenness. Instead, he hurries, retaliating when they round the corner with a quick, tight squeeze to her ass, lips dotting a few kisses along the curve of her neck.
And then the cafe’s in sight, a nice, brightly decorated place that usually serves snacks and desserts, empty now. The front door is locked, but they don’t go in that way, ducking around to the back entrance. He grins at her and grabs her hand, pulling her into the kitchen in a rush. His other hand tosses the coat on the ground and flips on the light switch, spinning around for his mouth to crash against hers, demanding, greedy, hungry, his hand guiding hers back to the hard outline of his cock as he kisses her. ]
Look what you’ve done to my cock, Nami. Fuck. [ It’s a breathless murmur against her lips, one that’s punctuated by quick nips to her lips, before his hand nudges her panties to the side and slowly drags the pads of his fingers over her folds, shuddering at just how soaked she is. ]
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Shit, you’re wicked— [ It’s a quiet murmur against her ear as he slides an arm around her waist, fingers stroking over the curve of her hip. He’s so damn tempted to do more— to slip his fingers under her skirt and rub her clit relentlessly while they close the short distance to the cafe— but this isn’t the place for that level of brazenness. Instead, he hurries, retaliating when they round the corner with a quick, tight squeeze to her ass, lips dotting a few kisses along the curve of her neck.
And then the cafe’s in sight, a nice, brightly decorated place that usually serves snacks and desserts, empty now. The front door is locked, but they don’t go in that way, ducking around to the back entrance. He grins at her and grabs her hand, pulling her into the kitchen in a rush. His other hand tosses the coat on the ground and flips on the light switch, spinning around for his mouth to crash against hers, demanding, greedy, hungry, his hand guiding hers back to the hard outline of his cock as he kisses her. ]
Look what you’ve done to my cock, Nami. Fuck. [ It’s a breathless murmur against her lips, one that’s punctuated by quick nips to her lips, before his hand nudges her panties to the side and slowly drags the pads of his fingers over her folds, shuddering at just how soaked she is. ]