[ Luffy watches, mouth agape, as Nami and Sanji swap spit right in front of him. It's not by way of misplaced embarrassment that his eyes are about to pop out of their sockets—he has so shame to speak of—but his own guileless wonder simply on full display.
He remembers vividly being in Sanji's position not more than a day ago with his tongue down his navigator's throat and his cock so far up her she'd been coughing on it. And now past that haze, with a lucid mind free of over-processed hormones, Luffy feels brand new. ]
Nam— [ And thank Zoro for having his arms wrapped around him. It's what's keeping Luffy upright when his legs threaten to slide out beneath him just as Nami puts a hand on his soft cock. Luffy's own scrabble for support, one sinking dull nails into Zoro's forearm; the other holds on for dear life at the back of his thigh. ]
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He remembers vividly being in Sanji's position not more than a day ago with his tongue down his navigator's throat and his cock so far up her she'd been coughing on it. And now past that haze, with a lucid mind free of over-processed hormones, Luffy feels brand new. ]
Nam— [ And thank Zoro for having his arms wrapped around him. It's what's keeping Luffy upright when his legs threaten to slide out beneath him just as Nami puts a hand on his soft cock. Luffy's own scrabble for support, one sinking dull nails into Zoro's forearm; the other holds on for dear life at the back of his thigh. ]