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[ Rolling her shoulders and relaxing under the steady spray of hot water, Nami rinses the soap off her body before starting to shampoo her hair, her lips twisted in a smirk of utter amusement while watching Sanji and Zoro close in on their captain to lather him up.

Enjoying the sight of her crew and their traveling hands, Nami laughs and ducks her head under the water, finally speaking once she steps back and combs her wet hair out of her eyes, raising her brows at Luffy. ]

You're not doing a good job putting on a show for me like these two are.

[ Sanji's hand is confident moving smoothly down the expanse of his chest and along his ribs. It's a nice feeling, a warm feeling, as the handful of calluses and cuts tickle the fine hairs covering his belly. He uses his own body roughly, so a gentle touch is novel. Amusing.

Even surrounded by the steam from the showers, his skin breaks out in goosebumps from the touch, and the next pair of hands that follow the curve of his spine. All of them are warm and hard-worn. Luffy leans into Zoro, tipping his head back against his shoulder with a soft laugh and eyes closed. It doesn't take long for the water to soak his curly hair flat. ]

What show? [ Nami draws his attention back, taking a peek at this "show" they are supposed to be playing out. Do the rest of the guys know about this? No one gave him a heads up. ]

[ An easy grin still spread across his face, Sanji has to choke back a laugh at the confusion in Luffy's voice at Nami's playful teasing. Leave it to their Captain to not understand what kind of show she means. For a moment, he gives an amused hum, shivering a little as he feels the intensity of Zoro's gaze observing every little thing he does, watching as his hand ventures lower, applying a fine layer of lather dangerously low on Luffy's belly.

This all feels easy and familiar, even if they're once again starting to explore somewhat uncharted ground– but seeing the way Luffy leans back, trusting Zoro to hold him steady, brings forth that familiar warmth of fondness that's blossoming in his chest. So maybe it's not so different after all.

Grinning at both other men, he takes a half step backwards, head turning part way around as he extends a hand towards Nami. ]

Hey, beautiful? [ His grin widens as he calls out to her, fingers gently grabbing her hand and giving it a soft tug even as he's gently sudsing up the top of a thigh. ] Luffy doesn't know what you mean. How about we give him a little show of our own, yeah? You know, so he understands better.

( It feels like he's the one being teased when Sanji's hand ventures lower along Luffy's stomach. Zoro doesn't even realize that he licks his lips mindlessly at the show.

He doesn't expect Luffy to lean back against him next, and he's grateful for the plausible deniability that the hot water allows him. His skin definitely isn't flushed for any reason besides the water's temperature.

It's nice that his captain is this comfortable with him, and Zoro's head turns just enough for the ghost of a kiss to brush along the spot where Luffy's jaw meets his neck. Sanji reaches for Nami, and it gives Zoro more room to touch along the expanse of skin Luffy has on display. He's doing a poor job of continuing to pretend to clean him, instead pulling Luffy a little closer as the promise of a show comes to light. He grins at Nami and Sanji, clearly signaling his approval of the idea. )

[ Once the soap is rinsed from her hair and the rest of her body, Nami lets Sanji pull her closer, the corners of her mouth twitching in barely suppressed amusement, as she does her best to look sincere when she raises her eyebrows at Sanji's words, as though she hadn't considered that Luffy might need a minute to wrap his head around this – not that she can blame him. She's had both Sanji and Zoro's hands on her at once too, she gets that it's hard to think at a time like that.

That's not to say she's going to make this any easier, though. Sidling up to Sanji, she shoots Zoro a quick grin before turning back to the cook and rolling onto the balls of her feet to capture his mouth in a kiss. As her tongue licks into his mouth, Nami's hands wander freely, her disinterest in this game of dick chicken the guys are playing beyond obvious as one of her hands wraps around the base of Luffy's cock, stroking him slowly, while the other does the same to Sanji's length. ]

[ 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. ]

[ The moment Nami’s lips brush warmly against his, Sanji lets out a soft little sigh of delight, gently sucking on her tongue as her kiss briefly occupies all of his attention. It’s instinct bred by months of familiarity more than anything that loops his arm around her shoulder to tug her close, fingers splayed against the small of her back. A heartbeat later and he’s half-laughing, half-groaning as he hears Luffy’s voice hitch at the moment he feels soft, skilled fingers rubbing his cock. ]

Guess he gets the idea now.

[ There’s a huskier quality to his voice as his eyes dart to the side, watching the expression on Luffy’s face— meeting Zoro’s dark eyes— as he nips sharply against Nami’s lips, hips giving an eager little rock as his cock twitches greedily against her fingers. And despite taking it slow earlier, he’s less inclined to do so now, briefly leaning in to dot a few kisses to the hollow of his throat, reaching out gently rake curtly clipped nails along the inside of Luffy’s thigh, carefully taking his balls in the palm of his hand and giving them a gentle squeeze, rolling them around as Nami strokes him.

Not that she’s safe from his ministrations either, head eventually ducking down to lap his tongue over one of her pretty nipples, teasing it with gentle flicks before finally catching it in a greedy little suck the moment it tightens. His hand skims over her back, curving over her ass— giving it a quick, admiring squeeze— before his hand’s slipping between her thighs, fingers right there, lightly tracing the familiar shape of her cunt, teasing as he maps out the dips and folds of her, feels the heat and the slick that already coats her skin. ]

( Was it dick chicken, or was it a sweet, sweet slow burn!? Nevermind, though—Sanji inviting Nami into the fold accelerates everything, the navigator's presence always seeming to stoke that fire of arousal in the three men. Zoro feasts on the sight of Nami and Sanji's kiss, hungry eyes trained on the way the cook sucks on her breast and reaches between her thighs. He revels in Luffy's reaction to the way they're all touching him, and while he can't exactly see it all, feeling his captain nearly crumple in his arms is gratifying in its own right.

Luffy's fingers dig into his skin, and Zoro presses his hips forward, cock stiff and leaking pre as he lazily teases it between Luffy's cheeks. One arm keeps the captain anchored up, but his free hand reaches out to caress along Nami's curves, sliding up her side to play with the nipple that hadn't just been in Sanji's mouth.

He pulls away with one last fond squeeze, then both his hands are on Luffy again, palming up his stomach to tease him in turn, thumbs carefully tracing circles over his nipples. )

Do you like this? ( He asks in a murmur that may have been punctuated with a kiss against Luffy's ear. Perhaps the question is unnecessary, but he wants to hear it out loud. Partly because he cares, and partly because he has a newfound appreciation for dirty talk. )

[ This is going to become a problem. Nami is very greedy, and this– caught in the shower with the three of them, Luffy and Sanji both hard and being stroked in either of her hands as the low velvet pitch of Zoro's voice asking their captain if he likes this– is a fucking feast.

She manages a hum of agreement, though it's muffled against Sanji's mouth, her hands busily working over his and Luffy's cocks, pumping their length in quick, shallow strokes that linger long enough for her to randomly tease one of their heads. ]

I know I like this. [ Nami murmurs low, as she pulls away from Sanji, and twists around enough at the waist to lean up and brush her lips against Zoro's temple, determined to kiss at his skin however fleetingly, before her head ducks, shivering as Sanji's hand teases over her folds while she buries her face in Luffy's neck. ] We missed you, you fucking idiot.

[ The answer Zoro gets can hardly be called coherent. It's a guttural noise rising from the center of his chest as his second's rough, callused fingers travel over his chest, around the buds of his nipples. His toes curl against the wet tile, his one hand digging harder into the meat of Zoro's thigh.

He has enough wherewithal to pry himself off Zoro enough to hold Nami closer with a careful hand pressed to her naked back. Warm between both his friends, it's nice. ]

I'm here. [ Luffy's promise is light, maybe a little confused, but knowing what he does about the "missing" people and the statues, he doesn't want to say anything to upset Nami. If it really is true that he wasn't around before, well, all he can do is show that he is now. And he'll stay here with them; that's his duty as their captain. As he holds her, his dark eyes jump to Sanji from behind a few damp strands of tangerine hair. ]

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