( Nami asks about the sword and Sanji answers, eliciting a chuckle from Zoro. All three of them can see the Wado Ichimonji hanging off his hip, right where it belongs.
The kitchen is filled with the delicious aroma of breakfast, but Zoro can hardly appreciate it when he's occupied by his front-row seat to that searing kiss between his crewmates. He doesn't even mind being playfully shoved aside; he's not sure when exactly the sight of Sanji and Nami pressed together stopped giving him a conniption and instead began to stoke his arousal, but that's exactly what it does now. His cock throbs in his pants, gaze flitting between the pretty flush on Nami's face and the way Sanji is lasciviously sucking on his finger. )
You could season breakfast with that.
( His tone is mostly dry as he makes the suggestion, but there's an undeniable hint of amusement in it, and perhaps a tinge of seriousness. He already eats it straight from the source, anyway; he certainly won't mind it in his food.
But that's his horny brain talking, the same one that thinks it's a good idea to reclaim his place between Nami's thighs, but this time with his hand on the sheathe, right below the guard so he can gently guide the end of the handle up the inside of Nami's thigh until they're just barely brushing against her lips. A delayed answer to her question. )
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The kitchen is filled with the delicious aroma of breakfast, but Zoro can hardly appreciate it when he's occupied by his front-row seat to that searing kiss between his crewmates. He doesn't even mind being playfully shoved aside; he's not sure when exactly the sight of Sanji and Nami pressed together stopped giving him a conniption and instead began to stoke his arousal, but that's exactly what it does now. His cock throbs in his pants, gaze flitting between the pretty flush on Nami's face and the way Sanji is lasciviously sucking on his finger. )
You could season breakfast with that.
( His tone is mostly dry as he makes the suggestion, but there's an undeniable hint of amusement in it, and perhaps a tinge of seriousness. He already eats it straight from the source, anyway; he certainly won't mind it in his food.
But that's his horny brain talking, the same one that thinks it's a good idea to reclaim his place between Nami's thighs, but this time with his hand on the sheathe, right below the guard so he can gently guide the end of the handle up the inside of Nami's thigh until they're just barely brushing against her lips. A delayed answer to her question. )