[ Like always, it's so damn easy to get swept up in the moment with her. It helps that his body is already thrumming with the familiar smolder of slowly building pleasure– it flares, white hot, with every backwards sway of his hips as the tip of the plug rubs firmly against the greedy throb of his prostate– and the endless burn of that frantic lust that's reserved for her and her alone, that's tied inextricably to the part of him that thinks of the two of them being together as home. ] Y-yeah, let's– fuck, faster, please, jerk me off faster?– go home after. Please, gorgeous? [ He nearly whimpers that last question, each brush of her hot, sweet mouth against his shoulders and back as wicked as the languid way she strokes him, as his cock twitches, shamelessly dripping and dribbling precum on to her fingers.
And while the bond is missing– and damn, he fucking misses it– he doesn't need it to know how much she wants this. Groaning loudly, he bites his bottom lip in a futile attempt to muffle the sound, one arm still braced against the wall, the other still reaching back to tangle in her hair, fingertips desperately raking against her scalp. ]
Yeah– fuck yeah– that's what I want, Nami. Wanna come for you and get fucked, just like that. Please– you're gonna make me come so damn hard– [ It's so damn easy to get swept up in everything and he does, just as eagerly discarding that idea, hips bucking fervently, a silent plea as he shamelessly grinds his cock against her palm, greedily fucks back against the plug, desperate to come. He gasps the moment she picks up the pace, gasps and whimpers and shudders as the pleasure builds and builds and builds. ]
G-gonna– [ Sanji can't even get the warning out. Moaning her name shamelessly, the obscenely slick sounds of her hand jerking him off loud enough to fill the small room, his hips judder and his cock throbs, twitching eagerly as it pumps thick lines of cum all over the back of the sofa and her fingertips. Partway through, he twists around, making a mess of her, too, some of his release paining her belly and he presses a mess kiss against her mouth and groans her name like it's the sweetest thing there is. ]
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And while the bond is missing– and damn, he fucking misses it– he doesn't need it to know how much she wants this. Groaning loudly, he bites his bottom lip in a futile attempt to muffle the sound, one arm still braced against the wall, the other still reaching back to tangle in her hair, fingertips desperately raking against her scalp. ]
Yeah– fuck yeah– that's what I want, Nami. Wanna come for you and get fucked, just like that. Please– you're gonna make me come so damn hard– [ It's so damn easy to get swept up in everything and he does, just as eagerly discarding that idea, hips bucking fervently, a silent plea as he shamelessly grinds his cock against her palm, greedily fucks back against the plug, desperate to come. He gasps the moment she picks up the pace, gasps and whimpers and shudders as the pleasure builds and builds and builds. ]
G-gonna– [ Sanji can't even get the warning out. Moaning her name shamelessly, the obscenely slick sounds of her hand jerking him off loud enough to fill the small room, his hips judder and his cock throbs, twitching eagerly as it pumps thick lines of cum all over the back of the sofa and her fingertips. Partway through, he twists around, making a mess of her, too, some of his release paining her belly and he presses a mess kiss against her mouth and groans her name like it's the sweetest thing there is. ]