[ Even though it was Sanji himself who broached the topic first– and even though she's put both her fingers and plugs in his ass more time than he can count– his breath still catches when she asks that question and a shiver runs down his spine, mouth suddenly going dry.

It's easy to picture it in his head, how she'd look with a thick dildo jutting up between her thighs like an actual cock, and it has him shuddering nearly as much as her gaze does. He glances over his shoulder, his gaze blow just as dark with desire as hers is as his head dips forward in a nod. ]

Yeah– yeah, I do. [ His voice is husky and low as he watches her lazily strike closer, finger and plug coated in slick lube, teeth biting his lower lip as his cock aches and throbs eagerly. ] I want you to fuck my ass, Nami. Fuck me like I fuck you, you know?

[ It's easy to admit that because it's Nami– they're so close that even if there are things he doesn't dare put into words yet, there's nobody he's more comfortable with, nobody who makes him feel quite as good as she does. He gasps as she lightly rubs the tight entrance of his ass, hips squirming as he listens to her speak and nods eagerly. The gentle pressure she uses to press her finger against him isn't enough. He's being impatient, but, well, he's greedy for her and she knows it and so his hips press back, trying to get her to work the finger inside him as he murmurs in a low voice. ] I'd like that so damn much. You can fuck me anyway you want, but fuck me on my back first so I can watch you do it, yeah? So I can kiss you when you fuck your cock all the way in.