( everything feels heightened right now, overwhelming even in what could probably be deemed tame — the feeling of fabric grazing the back of his neck as nami pulls her shirt off, hair falling back into place, nipples peaking in the cooler air, the fullness of her breasts squeezed between his — her fingers. separating what's zoro's from what's nami's feels impossible like this, twice as much sensation, twice as much wanting, tangled up tightly, the ends and beginnings of each thread too far buried.
he exhales slowly as he watches her tug her shorts down, no hesitation in the way her hand dips lower, fingertips purposeful as they trace over her cunt, so hot and wet that it makes his cock twitch in his sweatpants at the mere thought of being buried inside, precome leaking from his tip, darkening the fabric just so. when she pulls her hand away and the slick shine of her fingers catches the light — zoro can't help but squirm a little, shifting on the bed, maybe from the lack of touch after some (nearly) physical teasing, maybe from the sight alone.
i'm wet for you, nami says so plainly, matter-of-factly. it's the for you part that sparks something a little feral deep inside of him — pride, maybe, for satisfying his connection with her. his lips part instinctively before her hand is even lifted towards her mouth, tongue lolling out obediently, and when she tastes herself, zoro tastes her, too. it's heady and overwhelming and — fuck, he wants more.needs more, maybe.
so, he ignores his self-imposed restraints, too desperate to not bring his own hand to his mouth and lave at his fingertips, wrapping his lips around his fingers so a tongue that feels — a little rougher than he remembers can lap between them, probably a half a second away from drool dripping down his palm. )
Fuck, I — ( his hand drops uselessly to his bare chest, his own fingers glistening with his saliva now. ) Want you. Bad.
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Date: 2024-02-16 05:27 am (UTC)he exhales slowly as he watches her tug her shorts down, no hesitation in the way her hand dips lower, fingertips purposeful as they trace over her cunt, so hot and wet that it makes his cock twitch in his sweatpants at the mere thought of being buried inside, precome leaking from his tip, darkening the fabric just so. when she pulls her hand away and the slick shine of her fingers catches the light — zoro can't help but squirm a little, shifting on the bed, maybe from the lack of touch after some (nearly) physical teasing, maybe from the sight alone.
i'm wet for you, nami says so plainly, matter-of-factly. it's the for you part that sparks something a little feral deep inside of him — pride, maybe, for satisfying his connection with her. his lips part instinctively before her hand is even lifted towards her mouth, tongue lolling out obediently, and when she tastes herself, zoro tastes her, too. it's heady and overwhelming and — fuck, he wants more. needs more, maybe.
so, he ignores his self-imposed restraints, too desperate to not bring his own hand to his mouth and lave at his fingertips, wrapping his lips around his fingers so a tongue that feels — a little rougher than he remembers can lap between them, probably a half a second away from drool dripping down his palm. )
Fuck, I — ( his hand drops uselessly to his bare chest, his own fingers glistening with his saliva now. ) Want you. Bad.