A touch of Duval

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Title: A feel for aceptance
rating:nc-17
pairing: Sanji/Duval
words:326
topic:Protest



A huge hand covered his mouth muffling the moan he hadn’t realized he had been making. A lick against the salty palm followed by a bite removed the offending hand from it’s position quick.

“Sorry young master…but unless you want your nakama to know…”

SHIT. That’s right…somehow when Duval had taken him aside from the crew to discuss something private he hadn’t imagined this would happen. He could tell the guy had some kind of feelings for him so he had been gentle shooting him down, telling him that even just physically it would be impossible. The man was huge! But he had come back with the demand that he not judge until he had experienced it once that his skill overcame his size.

Sanji doubted it and said so…and hands were suddenly all over him, making thinking impossible. The annoyance at the hand over his mouth had been the first conscious thought since this began.

Duval slid his large fingers down the length again and palmed the mans balls for a moment before following the curve up around to the bare ass pressed against him.

A tongue swiped his ear lobe as a free hand tweaked a nipple. He moaned again even though he had intended to stop it before it escaped.

“You are enjoying this young master? Want me to continue?”

Shit. He didn’t know how this had happened but if he didn’t stop it right now he was going to find himself in a relationship with an annoying idiot that had previously vowed to kill him and tried.

“Hell…n-no.…I don’t want…” he felt the hot breath on his neck as Duval listened intently, idly twisting the nipple in a way that sent shivers spiraling down to his groin. “…you to stop.”

“Yes…handsome men like us, we really shouldn’t protest too much right? Or else we miss out.”

Sanji could feel his own sweat trickle down his neck as he nodded in complete agreement.