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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

ff to the elevator maybe?

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[ 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.