crammed into a dimly lit corner of the galley, your knees already beginning to ache, sanji holds your head in his hands as you take him into your mouth over and over. he's trying his best to keep his moans quiet, biting his lip almost hard enough to draw blood, but when his cock hits the back of your throat and he hears you half choking on it he can't stop a broken groan from slipping past his lips.
"f-fuck, pretty girl, you're so good to me. so good, mhm, don't stop, don't stop—"
his words break off into a high pitched moan. threading his fingers tightly through your hair he pulls you impossibly closer. you shift at his feet, your hands anchored to his thighs, before opening your eyes and peering up at him through your lashes.
the sight is almost enough to make him finish right then and there.
your eyes are wide, blown out so large that he can hardly see anything but your pupils. two small rivers of saliva drip down from each corner of your mouth. and there's a small smile on your face that tells him you know exactly how good you're making him feel right now.
he runs a finger across your face, getting it soaked with your spit, before bringing it up to his mouth. you both moan when he pushes the finger past his lips—mirrored expressions of your joint ecstasy.
sanji's head lolls on his shoulders and his eyes roll back as he greedily sucks his finger clean. the taste of you on his tongue has always been his undoing, but as you hum in satisfaction, swallowing the mixture of his precum and your own spit, he thinks that perhaps the two of you are more alike than he thought.
perhaps you both share a hungry appetite for things only the other can produce.
