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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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.