Preoccupied
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title:Preoccupied
rating: NC-17
Paring: Luffy/Sanji
words:298
Sanji was enjoying his morning shower, letting the warm spray cascade down his face and chest, when Luffy burst in the bathroom and shut the door quickly behind him.
Sanji debated on covering himself but modesty wasn't really a huge issue to him. Back on Baratie nothing was private, including bathrooms.
“Nami...pissed....must....hide....”
Sanji smirked.
“Sure, but if she asks...I'm not lying.”
Luffy nodded and caught his breath as he sat and watched Sanji continue his shower.
Sanji pretended not to notice Luffys eyes following his every movement.
Namis voice soon wafted through the door.
“Sanji, Is Luffy in there with you!?” She did sound irate. He wondered idly what Luffy had done, but in the end it didn't matter.
The blond cook was about to answer in the affirmative, and possibly invite his love to come in and join him when instead his thoughts blurred with the sudden overload of sensation. He clung to the wall just in time to avoid being knocked over.
He looked down and found Luffy sucking him off with much enthusiasm. He was caught between shock and ultimate pleasure when Namis voice came again.
“Sanji?”
Shit....she can't come in now...
“LUUUUU....FFFFYYY?!” He meant to ask simply but came out between a groan and yelp as Luffy had swirled his tongue in a particularly stimulating way while squeezing Sanjis ass. “Here?!” He managed to finish getting a hold of voice again.
“Okay. Thanks anyway..” Her steps disappeared down the hall, apparently convinced he had given her an answer.
“Luffy..what are you doing?” Sanji panted, not really wanting or expecting an answer.
His captain didn't feel like engaging in conversation either apparently, as he broke away for a moment to shed some of his own clothing and then guided Sanji assertively to the slick floor
rating: NC-17
Paring: Luffy/Sanji
words:298
Sanji was enjoying his morning shower, letting the warm spray cascade down his face and chest, when Luffy burst in the bathroom and shut the door quickly behind him.
Sanji debated on covering himself but modesty wasn't really a huge issue to him. Back on Baratie nothing was private, including bathrooms.
“Nami...pissed....must....hide....”
Sanji smirked.
“Sure, but if she asks...I'm not lying.”
Luffy nodded and caught his breath as he sat and watched Sanji continue his shower.
Sanji pretended not to notice Luffys eyes following his every movement.
Namis voice soon wafted through the door.
“Sanji, Is Luffy in there with you!?” She did sound irate. He wondered idly what Luffy had done, but in the end it didn't matter.
The blond cook was about to answer in the affirmative, and possibly invite his love to come in and join him when instead his thoughts blurred with the sudden overload of sensation. He clung to the wall just in time to avoid being knocked over.
He looked down and found Luffy sucking him off with much enthusiasm. He was caught between shock and ultimate pleasure when Namis voice came again.
“Sanji?”
Shit....she can't come in now...
“LUUUUU....FFFFYYY?!” He meant to ask simply but came out between a groan and yelp as Luffy had swirled his tongue in a particularly stimulating way while squeezing Sanjis ass. “Here?!” He managed to finish getting a hold of voice again.
“Okay. Thanks anyway..” Her steps disappeared down the hall, apparently convinced he had given her an answer.
“Luffy..what are you doing?” Sanji panted, not really wanting or expecting an answer.
His captain didn't feel like engaging in conversation either apparently, as he broke away for a moment to shed some of his own clothing and then guided Sanji assertively to the slick floor