( it's the anticipation that makes each and every touch feel like a thousand — not just the anticipation from here, now, after exchanging heated words in their notebooks, after sinking into the depths of their connection, her thoughts, her feelings, her pleasure. it's months of build up, before he became a familiar, before they ever connected, tiptoeing around their desire in the wake of things that felt much more dire —
it's before this place, even. back on the merry, watching the way nami's brow furrows over her glasses as she scribbles something on a map she's working on. feeling the sting of her betrayal deep, deep, deep, but refusing to show it. smiling down at her as she admires the tangerine trees they'd dragged onto the ship before leaving coco village, her eyes bright and maybe a little shinier than she'd ever admit.
that's all why it feels so well-earned when nami presses her lips against his, finally, mouth parting for her obediently so they can kiss even deeper, tongue tracing hers, a little sloppier in all his eagerness. she settles onto his lap with ease, bare skin against bare skin, and when she shifts just so —
it makes zoro groan against her mouth, her hips grinding against the length of his cock as they kiss, sliding easily against him from how wet she already is — fuck, how wet he already is, the sheen of precome marking his belly. where he thinks she might chide him for touching without permission, considering the premise of ... all of this, she grabs both wrists instead and guides his palms up the expanse of her body, just a little taste before she's pressing almost anachronistically sweet little kisses against his hands. maybe it's the power of their connection or maybe it's just zoro's strong need to let nami take control of him, but his fingers easily curl around the cool metal above him.
he's panting a little when nami draws back, trying very hard to resist the urge to rock his hips upwards against her in favor of laying there and listening, ears atop his head perked up and alert. she's awfully good at distracting him, though, with that sneaky little way her nail drags down the length of his torso, practically making him shudder beneath her by the time her fingers curl around his cock, stroking him like it's something as trivial as tying her shoes. )
— Nnnot the second one, ( he decides with an upwards quirk of his lips, because it sounds ridiculous, even if it's something sanji would probably call her unironically. suddenly, a memory hits, something that makes zoro breathe out a shaky huff of a laugh despite how fucking wrecked he is, unable to stop the stupid grin from spreading across his face. ) Yes, madam. Anything you say, madam.
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Date: 2024-03-11 02:59 am (UTC)it's before this place, even. back on the merry, watching the way nami's brow furrows over her glasses as she scribbles something on a map she's working on. feeling the sting of her betrayal deep, deep, deep, but refusing to show it. smiling down at her as she admires the tangerine trees they'd dragged onto the ship before leaving coco village, her eyes bright and maybe a little shinier than she'd ever admit.
that's all why it feels so well-earned when nami presses her lips against his, finally, mouth parting for her obediently so they can kiss even deeper, tongue tracing hers, a little sloppier in all his eagerness. she settles onto his lap with ease, bare skin against bare skin, and when she shifts just so —
it makes zoro groan against her mouth, her hips grinding against the length of his cock as they kiss, sliding easily against him from how wet she already is — fuck, how wet he already is, the sheen of precome marking his belly. where he thinks she might chide him for touching without permission, considering the premise of ... all of this, she grabs both wrists instead and guides his palms up the expanse of her body, just a little taste before she's pressing almost anachronistically sweet little kisses against his hands. maybe it's the power of their connection or maybe it's just zoro's strong need to let nami take control of him, but his fingers easily curl around the cool metal above him.
he's panting a little when nami draws back, trying very hard to resist the urge to rock his hips upwards against her in favor of laying there and listening, ears atop his head perked up and alert. she's awfully good at distracting him, though, with that sneaky little way her nail drags down the length of his torso, practically making him shudder beneath her by the time her fingers curl around his cock, stroking him like it's something as trivial as tying her shoes. )
— Nnnot the second one, ( he decides with an upwards quirk of his lips, because it sounds ridiculous, even if it's something sanji would probably call her unironically. suddenly, a memory hits, something that makes zoro breathe out a shaky huff of a laugh despite how fucking wrecked he is, unable to stop the stupid grin from spreading across his face. ) Yes, madam. Anything you say, madam.
( ah, the baratie. )