[ it's easy to find himself completely preoccupied with the slope of nami's neck, stretched glistening skin all for him to get utterly intoxicated with her taste, the way he's dreamed night after night of pressing his mouth to this body, of learning the places that could draw out her moans and make her come endlessly into countless hours stretched out on her bed. he's had dreams of zoro too, those more against his own will, and yet just as responsible for mornings awoken by the nagging press of a firm cock staining precum against his boxers. but this — it's actually surprising he's never caught himself in a fantasy featuring both of them at once, the reality heightening whatever filthy thoughts his mind had already conjured up.

easing his shoulders back to allow nami to shove off his shirt, he keeps his lips latched to the column of her throat, parting only to purse them more tightly for the trail of succulent kisses, knowing distraction will keep him from lingering long enough to leave behind scattered marks of his love to last days on her skin. like the way his attention is drawn away when his half-lidded eyes manage a glimpse from there when nami begins to strip zoro in turn, ultimately colliding her lips with his.

it's only then that sanji moves, and only for the convenience of positions. his previous annoyances with the swordsman getting to lock lips with the most gorgeous crewmate on board this ship have dissipated into forgotten concerns now that he's tasted both their mouths and has the entirety of nami's perfect body beneath his hands and lips. the only disappointing sacrifice is the stroke of nami's fingers along his torso, his hand curling around hers to bring it up to his lips, planting an apologetic kiss to her knuckles so that he can round himself to stand at her back instead.

he gets a plenty addictive view from there, too, of their hungry kiss, of the now exposed plains of zoro's chest, bitterly arousing in how it's etched with firm muscle and the lingering marred presence of that diagonal scar. the other man's getting closer to naked now too, and it's that competitive streak that has sanji eager to beat him at that too.

back at nami's neck from a different angle, bending his head down behind her to kiss the luscious curve that meets her shoulder, a soft noise lost to her skin with the pleasure of delighting in how soft she is, he returns to what she had started, fingers hastily working at his pants to undo the zipper, thumbs hooking roughly into the hems of both that and his boxers to begin impatiently shoving them all down at once while he kicks at his shoes. it's that swift reveal that has the full hefty curve of his already hardened cock springing upward, instantly nudging its tip at a pert cheek of nami's ass, the leaky slit dragging a light wet strip to her skin. ]

Got you beat, Mosshead. [ he mutters with his lips still latched to nami's skin, knowing zoro's close enough to hear, because there's still going to be that stupid boyish pride with the results of an immature race.

reaching down to grip at his base, he aligns the shaft to nestle between nami's cheeks, offering the slow roll of a teasing grind for her to feel that erect weight, breathing a sigh to her shoulder as he reaches a hand around her hip, curving low and inward, fingers catching the first flutter of her folds and massaging a testing stroke along the surface of her cunt. ]

Hurry up and finish getting naked. [ directed at zoro, of course, even as he drags his lips behind her ear, kissing the lobe with the lowness of his aroused voice. ] So you can help me in making sure Nami feels so damn good tonight.