[ nami was on the short list of people who could get away with calling him an idiot, although the blow was significantly softened by the follow up of her lips, pressed hard against his own once more. he might have grabbed her himself, if not for the fumbling attempt to shrug out of his shirt, too eager, arms slipping from its sleeves with a low grunt of impatience. once free, he tugged her closer again, one hand curving its strong grip around her ass, close enough now to feel the hard press of his erection, nudged up against her thigh.
it was unusual to see her lose her cool for once, yet hot in its own way – forcing them back on equal ground, her own walls slipping in the way she’d already forced his down.
he’d only been vaguely aware of sanji’s movements in the background, focus fixed firmly on the woman in front of him, thoughts of competition temporarily derailed by the way her tongue slid up against his – yet he couldn’t quite ignore that quiet rustle of fabric being yanked down, nor that irritating voice that made him want to both knock him on his ass and kiss him all over again. zoro rolled his eyes, visible only to nami at this proximity, a shared flicker of almost fond annoyance before he finally turned his head to look back at the cook. ]
Guess you’re used to being done quick.
[ he hadn’t wanted to be the first one naked, but he admittedly hadn’t considered the consequences of being the last, either. they were swiftly realized the moment sanji leaned back in, pressing between the cleft of her cheeks in a move that made zoro’s own cock ache in response, the faint twitch enough for nami to feel as his envy spiked once more – and he had no one to blame but himself. even now he could feel that easy grind of his hips, the secondhand pressure making him exhale sharp against her skin.
unwilling to give him even that brief satisfaction, he instead dipped his head to kiss at the opposite side of nami’s throat, all wet lips and the occasional catch of teeth as he worked his way down, nipping a mark at the ridge of her collarbone. he’d let his fingers tangle in the back of sanji’s hair, and he gave a sharp tug as he withdrew – not with any real intent to pull him away, but enough to remind him he was very much there.
horny as he was, it still wouldn’t make the attempted orders go down smooth, the way they might have coming from nami – but he’d be damned if he was going to waste the opportunity and leave the idiot to enjoy himself. it’s with a begrudging sort of compliance that he finally pulled back, only enough to deftly unbutton his own pants, shoving them down without any real ceremony and kicking them off to the side.
it was, at least, long enough to appreciate the view, dark eyes dragging the length of nami’s torso to where the blond’s fingers teased down, slipping between slick folds in a way that both held his attention and shoved up against a more possessive instinct, the part of him that refused to let someone else set the pace. it was why it was sanji that his lips found next, pressing a rough kiss at the hinge of his jaw, taking in the faint scent of smoke and spice as his breath fanned hot against his ear. ]
Don’t need you to tell me that.
[ the words may have been directed at him, but his attention remained centered on nami, hand teasing up over the curve of her breast, claiming in its grasp – even if only for a moment, briefly catching the peak of her nipple before he wandered lower, down the gentle curve of her stomach. leaving the touch to linger, he traced a line just below her navel, a promise never fully delivered. ]
Someone’s gonna have to, when you come first.
[ with a half-smirk and a sharp sting of teeth against the cook’s ear, zoro hooked his fingers around nami’s wrist, guiding delicate fingers toward the hard length of his cock. the slight hitch in his breath was felt through a tightened grip on her hip, his opposite hand braced there, keeping her pinned more firmly against the slow rock of sanji’s hips. ]
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it was unusual to see her lose her cool for once, yet hot in its own way – forcing them back on equal ground, her own walls slipping in the way she’d already forced his down.
he’d only been vaguely aware of sanji’s movements in the background, focus fixed firmly on the woman in front of him, thoughts of competition temporarily derailed by the way her tongue slid up against his – yet he couldn’t quite ignore that quiet rustle of fabric being yanked down, nor that irritating voice that made him want to both knock him on his ass and kiss him all over again. zoro rolled his eyes, visible only to nami at this proximity, a shared flicker of almost fond annoyance before he finally turned his head to look back at the cook. ]
Guess you’re used to being done quick.
[ he hadn’t wanted to be the first one naked, but he admittedly hadn’t considered the consequences of being the last, either. they were swiftly realized the moment sanji leaned back in, pressing between the cleft of her cheeks in a move that made zoro’s own cock ache in response, the faint twitch enough for nami to feel as his envy spiked once more – and he had no one to blame but himself. even now he could feel that easy grind of his hips, the secondhand pressure making him exhale sharp against her skin.
unwilling to give him even that brief satisfaction, he instead dipped his head to kiss at the opposite side of nami’s throat, all wet lips and the occasional catch of teeth as he worked his way down, nipping a mark at the ridge of her collarbone. he’d let his fingers tangle in the back of sanji’s hair, and he gave a sharp tug as he withdrew – not with any real intent to pull him away, but enough to remind him he was very much there.
horny as he was, it still wouldn’t make the attempted orders go down smooth, the way they might have coming from nami – but he’d be damned if he was going to waste the opportunity and leave the idiot to enjoy himself. it’s with a begrudging sort of compliance that he finally pulled back, only enough to deftly unbutton his own pants, shoving them down without any real ceremony and kicking them off to the side.
it was, at least, long enough to appreciate the view, dark eyes dragging the length of nami’s torso to where the blond’s fingers teased down, slipping between slick folds in a way that both held his attention and shoved up against a more possessive instinct, the part of him that refused to let someone else set the pace. it was why it was sanji that his lips found next, pressing a rough kiss at the hinge of his jaw, taking in the faint scent of smoke and spice as his breath fanned hot against his ear. ]
Don’t need you to tell me that.
[ the words may have been directed at him, but his attention remained centered on nami, hand teasing up over the curve of her breast, claiming in its grasp – even if only for a moment, briefly catching the peak of her nipple before he wandered lower, down the gentle curve of her stomach. leaving the touch to linger, he traced a line just below her navel, a promise never fully delivered. ]
Someone’s gonna have to, when you come first.
[ with a half-smirk and a sharp sting of teeth against the cook’s ear, zoro hooked his fingers around nami’s wrist, guiding delicate fingers toward the hard length of his cock. the slight hitch in his breath was felt through a tightened grip on her hip, his opposite hand braced there, keeping her pinned more firmly against the slow rock of sanji’s hips. ]