There can be some cooking later, once they're done here. Sanji is always happy to keep Luffy's hunger satisfied, in any way it manifests itself. He smiles too after hearing that laugh so close that he almost feels it against his chest.
"Guess not. You really know how to make someone feel wanted."
And it's something Sanji has desperately needed all his life. Not the sex, although that is a wonderful plus, but the confirmation that he's not unlovable. To drive home the point of his appreciation, he lets out a broken moan when Luffy leaves a hickey on his neck. It's for the best that he wears shirt with proper collars, but even if he didn't, this is a mark of ownership that he would wear his pride.
"I, aah, I'll do it more then, Luffy."
Sanji sticks his hand into the thick fullness of the other man's hair, alternating between massaging and gently scratching. He loves the silky feel of Luffy's hair between his fingers, and only after a few more moments does he tug on the hair with some more force, silently asking Luffy to lean back so he can kiss him again.
"Well. Because you are wanted, Sanji." Not just for sex, no. That's fun, but Sanji is on his ship for so many reasons, and he doesn't really want to lose that, ever.
It's so easy to relax into those fingers, eyes drifting shut for a moment. The tug sends a little jolt through him though, and he tips his head back, eyes cracking up to look up at Sanji.
The thing with Luffy is that Sanji knows he's incapable of lying. His captain only says what he believes to be the truth, and he doesn't bother with 'complicated'. The man told him himself, once. When he praises or reassures him, Sanji knows Luffy means it. It makes him feel naked in a different way—raw and vulnerable. Loved and cherished too, which is the most surprising part.
"Thank you, Luffy." Sanji's voice shakes a little with emotion, and it's embarrassing, but he hopes that Luffy can read in those simple 3 words all he means. How much the words got to him. To drive the point home, he gently works on Luffy's hair and smiles once the other man looks at him.
"I'm lucky to have you. And I want to take care of you too..." He's already made Luffy hot and bothered before, he might as well finish what he started. The hand that was at Luffy's waist slides down over the curve of his hip, palm caressing under his lower belly and fingers playing with the man's happy trail before they brush against the base of his cock. "If you'd let me?"
He always says exactly what he means -- and he never lies to his crew. Well, to anyone. When he says Sanji is important to him, he means just that. Not just for the food, or his fighting abilities. In so many other ways. He smiles--
And there's a little heat creeping up to his cheeks when Sanji's hands slide even further down, breath catching in his throat for a moment as all that desire rushes back to him.
"Y-yeah... Anything," he promises softly. "Whatever you want, Sanji."
But there's a more playful grin. "And I get to take care of you too?"
Sanji knows. It's hard for him to believe anybody would value him that much or care that much, but he knows Luffy does. It's also why he would do anything for this man, including (but not limited to) easily going on his knees for him.
Making Luffy flustered, or maybe even managing to leave him speechless, is also another of the cook's goals. It makes him feel all giddy when it happens. Sanji hums, a pleased smile already spreading on his lips, and looks at that playful grin with interest.
"Yes, please." It comes out a little breathless again. Their close proximity is already tempting him in all sorts of ways. It isn't easy to find a moment of privacy for them to enjoy each other; living on a small ship has that downside. Sanji feels like he's always short on time when it comes to doting on Luffy this way. "But now...what I want is to make you feel good."
He places a ghost of a kiss on Luffy's lips and then gently nudges him to invite him to rest his back against the wood of the shower. It leaves more room for Sanji to bow forward and place kisses on his neck and chest, and to eventually kneel down to follow with his mouth the path his fingers have trailed before.
There's no desire to stop Sanji from doing whatever he wants to do -- especially when Luffy wants it just as bad. He leans back against the shower wall and lets out a sigh, eyes going half-lidded under the way those lips ghost over his skin.
"Sanji," he murmurs softly, watching he sink to his knees.
He swallows hard, reaching a hand down to brush through those blonde locks, gently nudging them back away from his face, wanting to see everything he does, every reaction that he gives.
Sanji looks up, meeting Luffy's gaze and smiling at the way the other man's eyes have already gone half-lidded. With a pleased look on his face, he places a kiss next to Luffy's belly button, bites lightly at the skin in a playful gesture, and then keeps kissing his way down towards his happy trail.
He makes a low, soft hum when his fingers touch his hair, pleased with the gesture and encouraging it further. He likes having his hair touched or yanked, and he is sure Luffy might have figured that out already.
He runs a hand up the teen’s thigh, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock. Sanji's hot tongue runs a wet strip from the base up to the cockhead, teasing the slit with his lips before sucking on the tip.
He knows that, yes, and brushes his fingers through Sanji's hair, fingertips rubbing against his scalp... and then he's tugging a bit when lips tease at his cock, breath hitching as pleasure tingles up his nerves.
"Sanji," he murmurs softly, eyes closing briefly before he's opening them. He doesn't want to miss a second of what the chef is doing, in the visual of his lips around his length.
He gives a moan that he can't quite hold back, and doesn't really try.
Sanji makes a pleased sound from the back of his throat, making it vibrate in the process. Given that Luffy's cock is hallways down, he probably felt it too. The moan his captain lets out goes straight to Sanji's own hardness, heat pooling on his lower belly.
Careful not to displace the hand on his head, Snaji pulls back a little. He slips the cock out of his mouth so he can roll his tongue all the way around the head at the same time he's stroking Luffy up and down. He wants to draw out more sound out of him, and make Luffy think about nothing but him, weak in the knees with bursts of hot pleasure. Maybe it's selfish to want someone this much, but Sanji hardly ever had something or someone to call his own, and he's not willing to give up Luffy easily.
If Sanji wants his attention solely on him? He doesn't have to try very hard at all. Luffy's eyes are wide and locked on Sanji, watching every movement with interest. He looks... so good down there. Slick blonde hair clinging to his skin, the way his tongue works over him, the stretch of his lips--
He throbs, another little moan leaving him. He squirms, restless, beneath the careful attention. "Sanji..."
As he pulls Luffy into his mouth again, Sanji looks up at those eyes that he's been obsessing over for months, dilated and focused on him so intently. He would be lying if he said it didn't do wonders to his ego to know that he could make Luffy this still; even if the teen still squirms slightly under Sanji's touch and the feel of his mouth on heated skin.
The little moans and stuttered breaths only encourage him more, and the corners of Sanji's lips upturn before he's sucking intermittently and teasing with his tongue. He savors the taste of him, the broken sounds he receives now and then, and can't help but moan around the cock in his mouth from time to time as well.
He's always liked serving others, making them feel good or safe, but Luffy has always been special. Being able to give him such a unique pleasure is rewarding enough, and he will take anything Luffy has to offer. With that in mind, Sanji swipes the flat of his tongue up his captain's hardness and then leans back, lips pink and wet, one of his hands wrapped around the base of Luffy's cock to keep stroking him.
"You don't have to hold back, you know. You can..." It's Sanji's turn to shudder slightly, his voice rough as he talks. "...do anything you want. Grab my neck, tug at my hair, move your hips—anything you think will feel good for you."
Luffy doesn't ask him if he's sure. Sanji wouldn't tell him to do something he wasn't sure he could handle. It doesn't stop the flush deepening across his cheeks though, eyes half-lidded and breath quick. His nerves tingle with pleasure, with desire. Sanji is mesmerizing where he is -- taking care of Luffy in that same way he always does. In the way Luffy knows he can count on, whether it's food or... this.
He licks his lips and slides his hand from Sanji's hair to rest against the back of his neck to tug him in. "... Okay, Sanji," he murmurs, his own voice lower and rougher.
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"Guess not. You really know how to make someone feel wanted."
And it's something Sanji has desperately needed all his life. Not the sex, although that is a wonderful plus, but the confirmation that he's not unlovable. To drive home the point of his appreciation, he lets out a broken moan when Luffy leaves a hickey on his neck. It's for the best that he wears shirt with proper collars, but even if he didn't, this is a mark of ownership that he would wear his pride.
"I, aah, I'll do it more then, Luffy."
Sanji sticks his hand into the thick fullness of the other man's hair, alternating between massaging and gently scratching. He loves the silky feel of Luffy's hair between his fingers, and only after a few more moments does he tug on the hair with some more force, silently asking Luffy to lean back so he can kiss him again.
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It's so easy to relax into those fingers, eyes drifting shut for a moment. The tug sends a little jolt through him though, and he tips his head back, eyes cracking up to look up at Sanji.
"Hm?"
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"Thank you, Luffy." Sanji's voice shakes a little with emotion, and it's embarrassing, but he hopes that Luffy can read in those simple 3 words all he means. How much the words got to him. To drive the point home, he gently works on Luffy's hair and smiles once the other man looks at him.
"I'm lucky to have you. And I want to take care of you too..." He's already made Luffy hot and bothered before, he might as well finish what he started. The hand that was at Luffy's waist slides down over the curve of his hip, palm caressing under his lower belly and fingers playing with the man's happy trail before they brush against the base of his cock. "If you'd let me?"
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And there's a little heat creeping up to his cheeks when Sanji's hands slide even further down, breath catching in his throat for a moment as all that desire rushes back to him.
"Y-yeah... Anything," he promises softly. "Whatever you want, Sanji."
But there's a more playful grin. "And I get to take care of you too?"
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Making Luffy flustered, or maybe even managing to leave him speechless, is also another of the cook's goals. It makes him feel all giddy when it happens. Sanji hums, a pleased smile already spreading on his lips, and looks at that playful grin with interest.
"Yes, please." It comes out a little breathless again. Their close proximity is already tempting him in all sorts of ways. It isn't easy to find a moment of privacy for them to enjoy each other; living on a small ship has that downside. Sanji feels like he's always short on time when it comes to doting on Luffy this way. "But now...what I want is to make you feel good."
He places a ghost of a kiss on Luffy's lips and then gently nudges him to invite him to rest his back against the wood of the shower. It leaves more room for Sanji to bow forward and place kisses on his neck and chest, and to eventually kneel down to follow with his mouth the path his fingers have trailed before.
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"Sanji," he murmurs softly, watching he sink to his knees.
He swallows hard, reaching a hand down to brush through those blonde locks, gently nudging them back away from his face, wanting to see everything he does, every reaction that he gives.
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He makes a low, soft hum when his fingers touch his hair, pleased with the gesture and encouraging it further. He likes having his hair touched or yanked, and he is sure Luffy might have figured that out already.
He runs a hand up the teen’s thigh, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock. Sanji's hot tongue runs a wet strip from the base up to the cockhead, teasing the slit with his lips before sucking on the tip.
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"Sanji," he murmurs softly, eyes closing briefly before he's opening them. He doesn't want to miss a second of what the chef is doing, in the visual of his lips around his length.
He gives a moan that he can't quite hold back, and doesn't really try.
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Careful not to displace the hand on his head, Snaji pulls back a little. He slips the cock out of his mouth so he can roll his tongue all the way around the head at the same time he's stroking Luffy up and down. He wants to draw out more sound out of him, and make Luffy think about nothing but him, weak in the knees with bursts of hot pleasure. Maybe it's selfish to want someone this much, but Sanji hardly ever had something or someone to call his own, and he's not willing to give up Luffy easily.
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He throbs, another little moan leaving him. He squirms, restless, beneath the careful attention. "Sanji..."
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The little moans and stuttered breaths only encourage him more, and the corners of Sanji's lips upturn before he's sucking intermittently and teasing with his tongue. He savors the taste of him, the broken sounds he receives now and then, and can't help but moan around the cock in his mouth from time to time as well.
He's always liked serving others, making them feel good or safe, but Luffy has always been special. Being able to give him such a unique pleasure is rewarding enough, and he will take anything Luffy has to offer. With that in mind, Sanji swipes the flat of his tongue up his captain's hardness and then leans back, lips pink and wet, one of his hands wrapped around the base of Luffy's cock to keep stroking him.
"You don't have to hold back, you know. You can..." It's Sanji's turn to shudder slightly, his voice rough as he talks. "...do anything you want. Grab my neck, tug at my hair, move your hips—anything you think will feel good for you."
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He licks his lips and slides his hand from Sanji's hair to rest against the back of his neck to tug him in. "... Okay, Sanji," he murmurs, his own voice lower and rougher.