Zoro catches Rude smile, and he can't even be mad about it. He must look like a mess, if the way his face feels hot is any indication. He's never seen a sex toy before arriving to the resort, much less had one used on him; he can't be sure if they don't exist where he's from, but he would guess that even if they do, there aren't as many options to choose from.
He isn't sure if it's better or worse when the massager moves away from his cock. The sensation feels less sharp on his thigh and stomach—more of a pleasant buzz than anything else—but somehow he doesn't expect Rude to bring the device to his chest. It pulls another surprised moan out of him, nipples hardening into tight peaks, the arousal shooting straight down between his legs.
"No, sir." Zoro shakes his head, relieved when Rude gives him a break. He'd thought for a moment that the older man might try to overwhelm him. He watches, almost transfixed, when Rude tastes him off his fingers. He's done the same before, with the sweetness he's cultivated between a woman's thighs. He can't imagine that he tastes nearly as good.
His hands drop from Rude's shoulders as he goes to inspect the other options. Zoro takes the opportunity to pull off his robe, grunting quietly in annoyance when he realizes he can't get it out from under him without moving off the chair. He does it discreetly, core and thighs engaging to support himself as he lifts off the chair just enough to tug the robe to the ground.
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He isn't sure if it's better or worse when the massager moves away from his cock. The sensation feels less sharp on his thigh and stomach—more of a pleasant buzz than anything else—but somehow he doesn't expect Rude to bring the device to his chest. It pulls another surprised moan out of him, nipples hardening into tight peaks, the arousal shooting straight down between his legs.
"No, sir." Zoro shakes his head, relieved when Rude gives him a break. He'd thought for a moment that the older man might try to overwhelm him. He watches, almost transfixed, when Rude tastes him off his fingers. He's done the same before, with the sweetness he's cultivated between a woman's thighs. He can't imagine that he tastes nearly as good.
His hands drop from Rude's shoulders as he goes to inspect the other options. Zoro takes the opportunity to pull off his robe, grunting quietly in annoyance when he realizes he can't get it out from under him without moving off the chair. He does it discreetly, core and thighs engaging to support himself as he lifts off the chair just enough to tug the robe to the ground.