(Had this been with anyone else, someone unknown, Luffy would have never or at the very least would have needed a lot of cajoling to the nth degree. But thankfully it had been Nami that had found the end of the leash and the suggestions made - mixed with the prominence of the resorts game rules - had given Luffy all the encouragement needed to play along. Willingly. Heatedly. Trust overruling any nerves or I-could-nevers.
Every noise Nami makes skitters down his spine, urging Luffy on as he finally reaches her clit with his tongue. With the way hands pull at his hair it's all too obvious now what he needs to do; there's been no smack to the head or foot to the face with a comment about doing it wrong and Luffy begins paying attention to her particular spot in earnest with little focus on his own aching need. He wants to hear more of those noises, to see just how Nami would crumble if they got there and his lips and tongue are almost mercilessly insistent as he works towards that goal.)
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Every noise Nami makes skitters down his spine, urging Luffy on as he finally reaches her clit with his tongue. With the way hands pull at his hair it's all too obvious now what he needs to do; there's been no smack to the head or foot to the face with a comment about doing it wrong and Luffy begins paying attention to her particular spot in earnest with little focus on his own aching need. He wants to hear more of those noises, to see just how Nami would crumble if they got there and his lips and tongue are almost mercilessly insistent as he works towards that goal.)