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Yeah? [ Sanji chuckles the word, still shivering from the way she briefly palmed and massaged his cock, but his amusement is steeped in more eagerness– he doesn't know how to be anything but that when she's involved– as he turns around to give her a wicked grin of his own. ] You should tell me all about them. Gonna tell me you wanna fuck my ass sometime, Nami?

[ His hands are already working on popping open the button and unzipping his slacks, not bothering to turn away while she works on the toy. By the time she turns back around, not only are his pants and boxers off, but his shirt and tie have joined them on the floor. He winks at her, fingers wrapping around the thickness of his cock to give it a few slow, teasing strokes ]

Like what you see? [ And then he pivots, kneeling on the couch, bending over so his hands are bracing against the arm and his ass is on display. ]

[ It might be a little ridiculous to look on with a wide, smitten grin on her face, while Sanji strips down and wraps a hand around his cock, the motion absently mirrored as her hand slicks the plug up with lube. ] Do you want me to fuck your ass, Sanji?

[ It might have sounded playful, but her gaze is dark with desire as she asks, moving almost lazily as she bridges the space between them, just as Sanji repositions himself on the sofa. ]

Would you like it if I had you on your back, one leg hanging on my shoulder, while I fucked a thick cock inside you?

[ This is new territory for them, in a way, but as always, Sanji makes it seem so easy to broach. His willingness infectious rather than bewildering after all the months they've spent together and everything that's left those days and weeks so thoroughly warmed through. While she speaks, she lets her slick fingers tease around the rim of his hole, the tip of one pressing against his ass, waiting to see what he'll do. ]

[ 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.

[ As always, Sanji's horny rambling never fails to stoke the fiery need already building through her, lending an extra dose of heat to every movement, and look she sends his way. That this is new for them keeps her careful, making Nami hold back from losing herself to pleasuring him as she presses a finger past the rim of his ass, moving slowly while paying close attention to the way his body responds. As turned on as she is, making this perfect for him is the most important. Besides, Sanji does so much to spoil her, the least she can do is return the favor, following his lead as she slowly lets her finger slide out before pressing back in, slowly fuck into his ass while getting him ready for the toy. ]

Fuck you like you fuck me? [ Nami purrs, her wrist flexing with the slow rhythm of her fingers as she moves to bend over him and stamp a line of kisses between his shoulders. ] You sure you're ready for that?

[ Nami would be lying if she claimed she didn't wish they had the right toys for her to make good on that teasing right here and now, as Sanji's every word deepens the already vibrant images storming through her imagination, but it's almost equally sexy to leave that idea to simmer in the back of their minds and take root for the near future. ]

Kiss me and come all over my chest? [ As she asks, her finger slides free of him, the sensation of her touch replaced by the tip of the plug while her other arm wraps around him, allowing her to fist a loose hand around his cock and stroke him as she lets the plug sink into him. ] I want you to get it nice and low on my stomach, and make my cunt ache for your cock while I'm fucking you through your orgasm.

[ His breath catches in his throat as she takes her time, the slow, purposeful pressure of her finger teasing his ass contrasting with the frantic beat of his heart as he lets himself indulge in the fantasy. Nami has a knack for knowing just how to rile him up, how to make his desire for her burn so fierce, it feels like it's searing his bones– usually without even needed to try– and this is no different. The moment her finger slips past the tight entrance, slowly pressing deeper and deeper, he gasps softly as his ass clenches down around the finger, hips stuttering in a silent urging for more. Deep down, he knows why she's taking her time– not just to tease him– and adores her for it, even as he needily presses back against the slow thrust of her finger, eager for more. ]

Maybe not at first. [ The sound of her voice– confident, teasing, and deeply sensual– leaves him shuddering, but it's the way she kisses he back that makes him groan appreciatively as she fucks him with her fingers, his hand reaching back to tangle in her hair. ] But you'd get me ready. I know you would, yeah? Fuck me slow and sweet until I'm ready for more?

[ Now that she's set a good pace, he's matching her, fucking himself on her fingers until's good and clear that he's ready for more. His head turns around, glancing at her from over his shoulder, watching her with lust-dark eyes and a flushed face, a grin appearing on it as she lifts up the plug. ]

Come wherever you want it– on your belly, your chest, all over your perfect tits. Wherever you need it, gorgeous, just fuck me with– fuck, yes– [ Even though he's watching, and sees it happen, the feeling of the plug sliding into place is so good that he wants to groan– and does when she starts to stroke the length of his cock. Sanji's teeth rake his lower lip, biting it, as his hips buck back and forth, desperate to drive the plug deep while greedy for more stimulation of the aching length of his cock. Precum dribbles from the tip on to her fingers and the couch as one hand braces shakily against the wall, the other clutching at her hair and dragging her close so he can press a messy kiss against her mouth. ] You'll make me feel so damn good and I'll fuck you so well, after. I'll lick and kiss and finger your cunt and make you come so many times until I'm so damn hard for you, I can't stand it.

[ They're both enthusiastic when it comes to approaching sex, and even though she knows that, Nami finds herself captivated by Sanji's pleasure, fixing on it in the sort of heatedly determined way she'll feel while fucking other women – a greedy eagerness to heap pleasure onto pleasure.

Everything Sanji says makes her head spin, and her skin tingle with warmth, her cunt aching as she presses her hand flat against the flared base of the plug, grinding against him as he rocks back against it. ] Maybe we should go home once those doors open. Hmm? [ The question is a hot breath against the muscular planes of his back as she continues to dabble his skin with kisses, while the hand around his cock works over him, the speed of the motion building slowly save for the moments where she's teasing the thickened bulb of his head, slicking her skin up afresh with pre before resuming that steady torture. ]

Come for me, Sanji and I'll take you back upstairs and spend the night fucking you into the mattress as many times as you want. [ Without the bond, he can't feel the building eagerness inside her, the excitement over the realization that, like this, she can be the one spoiling him for a change.

Fully intent on doing exactly that and disregarding the original idea of enjoy him using a toy on her as well, the hand around his cock tightens, gliding over his length as she quickly pumps just the upper half of him, the pad of her thumb sweeping back and forth against the underside of his head. ]

[ 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. ]

[ Her teeth leave marks on his shoulder blade, before he pleads for more, and she finds herself grinning rakishly against his skin while her wrist flexes, her hand pumping quickly to give him exactly what he wants. Every inch of her awareness fixes itself on the rise of Sanji's pleasure, relishing in how familiar every sign of his building release has become to her. ]

You're going to have to eat my cunt the whole way upstairs after this, Sanji. [ She can feel a hot frisson of desire between her thighs at the thought, her palm pressing firm against the base of the plug again, grinding it in time with the hand around his cock as she feels him throbbing in her grasp. ] That's right, come so hard for me Sanji, you make me so fucking wet when you look this good.

[ His cock twitches, and Nami finds herself moaning softly again as she can feel him spending himself against the cushions of the couch, until he moves to turn towards her, and she finds herself practically scrambling to move with him, holding the base of his cock, guiding those thick ropes of cum to streak across her belly and the undersides of her breasts. ]

Mm, definitely eating my cunt in the elevator. [ Nami's hand trails up his cock, her fingers smearing with cum before she uses them to push her panties to the side and give him a brief glance at her already flushing folds, glinting with wet and his cum as she trails her fingers over them, teasing them both. ] I need you sucking my clit until I'm squirting all over your face.

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ff to the elevator maybe?