( it's something for zoro to cling to β the fact that nami's pleased with him, a warmth that washes over him, her smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, too, toes curling idly against the sheets as she tugs off her socks.
he is well versed in the art of self-restraint. it's what makes him a good swordsman instead of some shitty one who just hacks away at his enemies; he's precise, each action thought out three moves before the next. it's his self-restraint, he thinks, that's kept him and nami from β
until now. it's slipping from his grasp, just a little bit, pointed tips of his nails indenting his palms as zoro waits what feels like a lifetime for her to pass through the doorframe of their bedroom. it's easy to loosen his grip on his self-control when he's nami and nami's him and their connection grows more and more palpable with each step she takes towards him. she wants him and he wants her, wants to stop trying so hard to restrain himself and let nami do it for him instead.
his eyes blink open and he tips his head up to watch as she rummages through the drawer and pulls out β a belt. a belt that he can picture hugging sanji's trim waist. that makes something twist inside of him, too, something hot that zoro doesn't bother trying to swallow down when nami sits beside him. her hand in his hair, fingers curled just enough to give a sharp little tug, isn't enough to counteract the way her honey sweet words affect him, a pleased warmth washing over him, a low purr rumbling in his throat.
finally, finally, nami is going to kiss him, and his lips stay parted expectantly β only for his mouth to open a little wider, inhaling sharply as her hot mouth maps out his throat instead. the gentle press of teeth against his skin as she sucks a mark there makes him groan, chin fighting to tip up a little more even in her grip, desperate for more of her mouth, desperate for more of her, everything. )
Please. ( it comes out again before he even realizes it, practically pavlovian, squirming a little because β his need for her is starting to win over his previously unmatched restraint, especially with her so close and warm and tangible, and a hand can't help but reach to touch the bare skin of her thigh, fingers pressing needily. )
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he is well versed in the art of self-restraint. it's what makes him a good swordsman instead of some shitty one who just hacks away at his enemies; he's precise, each action thought out three moves before the next. it's his self-restraint, he thinks, that's kept him and nami from β
until now. it's slipping from his grasp, just a little bit, pointed tips of his nails indenting his palms as zoro waits what feels like a lifetime for her to pass through the doorframe of their bedroom. it's easy to loosen his grip on his self-control when he's nami and nami's him and their connection grows more and more palpable with each step she takes towards him. she wants him and he wants her, wants to stop trying so hard to restrain himself and let nami do it for him instead.
his eyes blink open and he tips his head up to watch as she rummages through the drawer and pulls out β a belt. a belt that he can picture hugging sanji's trim waist. that makes something twist inside of him, too, something hot that zoro doesn't bother trying to swallow down when nami sits beside him. her hand in his hair, fingers curled just enough to give a sharp little tug, isn't enough to counteract the way her honey sweet words affect him, a pleased warmth washing over him, a low purr rumbling in his throat.
finally, finally, nami is going to kiss him, and his lips stay parted expectantly β only for his mouth to open a little wider, inhaling sharply as her hot mouth maps out his throat instead. the gentle press of teeth against his skin as she sucks a mark there makes him groan, chin fighting to tip up a little more even in her grip, desperate for more of her mouth, desperate for more of her, everything. )
Please. ( it comes out again before he even realizes it, practically pavlovian, squirming a little because β his need for her is starting to win over his previously unmatched restraint, especially with her so close and warm and tangible, and a hand can't help but reach to touch the bare skin of her thigh, fingers pressing needily. )