"Mmm..." The build up feels like a gently rising crescendo, yet Zoro's body is so tightly wound from both anticipation and pleasure. Rude doesn't stick to one steady, predictable pattern, so Zoro has no choice but to be pleasantly surprised by every shift in sensation, softly grunting under his breath as he grows increasingly more aroused.
With permission, he rests his hands on Rude's broad shoulders, happy to find them sturdy and reliable, and perhaps enjoying the excuse to feel him up, just a little.
His eyes sharpen when Rude shoots him that apologetic look, but he barely has time to process what it means before the massager is on him. It causes the biggest reaction so far. The vibration delivers a pleasure so sharp that it draws a low, lingering moan from him, hips bucking for a moment before pulling back like he means to get away. "Fuck," he exclaims, gaze accusatory and maybe a twinge embarrassed. He's never felt anything like it before. Suddenly he understands why one of Rude's rules is You're not allowed to cum until I say you can.
"That's too much," he says, licking his lips as he watches the older man's face. "I can't—" Last long like this, but it's not something he can admit so easily to a stranger, especially one that looks as strong and formidable as Rude. He clears his throat, shaking his head as he tries to sit up straighter, tanned cheeks flushed with warmth now. In fact, he's hot all over, and suddenly even the robe he's wearing is sticking annoyingly to his skin.
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With permission, he rests his hands on Rude's broad shoulders, happy to find them sturdy and reliable, and perhaps enjoying the excuse to feel him up, just a little.
His eyes sharpen when Rude shoots him that apologetic look, but he barely has time to process what it means before the massager is on him. It causes the biggest reaction so far. The vibration delivers a pleasure so sharp that it draws a low, lingering moan from him, hips bucking for a moment before pulling back like he means to get away. "Fuck," he exclaims, gaze accusatory and maybe a twinge embarrassed. He's never felt anything like it before. Suddenly he understands why one of Rude's rules is You're not allowed to cum until I say you can.
"That's too much," he says, licking his lips as he watches the older man's face. "I can't—" Last long like this, but it's not something he can admit so easily to a stranger, especially one that looks as strong and formidable as Rude. He clears his throat, shaking his head as he tries to sit up straighter, tanned cheeks flushed with warmth now. In fact, he's hot all over, and suddenly even the robe he's wearing is sticking annoyingly to his skin.