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[ 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.

[rubbermancan]

[ 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. ]