Sanji woke slowly, the comfortable warmth encouraging him to take his time. It was rare to get moments of pure indulgence, but when they came he wasn't afraid to take full advantage. He shifted onto his side, eyes half lidded as he watched the lazy movements of his companions.

"Devil woman," Zoro murmured, pushing Nami's hair aside to drag a kiss up her neck. He trailed calloused fingers down her left shoulder, following the lines of the scar hidden by her tattoo.

"Don't insult Nami-swan, bastard," Sanji shot off reflexively, fingers curling around her waist to drag her closer. Nami laughed delicately, arms stretching for the headboard as she arched her back and shifted into his touch.

"Useless love-chef," Zoro breathed, leaning over Nami to kiss the frown off Sanji's face. The press of lips was contented and lazy, biting nips at the corner of his mouth that had warmth curling in the pit of his stomach.

"Pretty," Nami sighed, fingers skimming briefly at the nape of Sanji's neck. She slid down the bed to mouth a kiss at Zoro's stomach, smiling when the muscles contracted under her touch.

Sanji chuckled darkly, pressing Zoro back into the bed as Nami ran her tongue along the deep scar caused by his first confrontation with Mihawk. Zoro groaned, throwing his head back into the pillows as Nami hummed against the sensitive skin, leaving damp trails of kisses as she went.

It was a heady sight, Nami's brilliant hair fanning out across Zoro's stomach, the swordsman's mouth twisted with pleasure. Zoro was boneless and relaxed in a way he rarely allowed, highlighting the hard won trust between the three of them. It sent a rush of spiraling heat through Sanji's veins, fierce and possessive.

They were crew, friends and nakama, but the oaths and promises they had given also made them his. Just as much as he belonged to them both. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

Sanji leaned forward to straddle Zoro's knees, arms sneaking between the two of them as he nuzzled into Nami's hair, biting at the cartilage of her ear just to hear her breath catch.

"Sanji-kun," Nami murmured, hand blindly searching for his.

He threaded their fingers together and slid them up the muscle of Zoro's thigh, delighting in every twitch of the man beneath them as he clenched his hands in the expensive sheets and attempted to stifle his groans.

"So mean, Sanji-kun," Nami tittered when he deliberately moved their fingers from their original path and up to the furrow of Zoro's scar, pressing in and watching the different expression flit across his face.

"Move," Zoro demanded gruffly, legs rising slightly to force them forward, Nami's legs sliding open to straddle Zoro's hips.

"Im-pa-tient~" Sanji sang under his breath, even as he curled his free hand around Nami's hip, fingers digging into the skin hard enough to leave marks.

Nami laughed prettily, untangling their hands to stroke her fingers down Zoro's cock, teasing the head with light touches. The sight sent blood rushing down to Sanji's cock as he groaned, pressing his forehead into Nami's shoulder to stave off his sudden lightheadedness.

"Devil woman," Zoro repeated hoarsely, trying in vain to press into her touch and gain more friction. Nami's fingers danced away as she lifted herself up, hovering over his lap with a honey sweet smile.

"What was that?" Nami purred, dragging her fingers up the curves of her body.

Zoro bared his teeth in a fierce grin, finally releasing his grip on the sheets to grasp Nami's hips, covering Sanji's hand with his own. He knew better than to push her though, gritting his teeth as Nami trailed elegant nails over his nipples before finally taking pity on him.

Sanji watched with dark eyes as Nami slowly lowered herself onto the thick jut of Zoro's cock, taking him in completely with a sensual roll of her hips. Zoro bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, tendons in his neck standing out in sharp relief as he tried to keep himself from thrusting up.

"That's mine," Nami insisted, leaning forward to free Zoro's lip with a demanding kiss, smearing the blood onto her own mouth.

"Ours, Nami-swan," Sanji insisted, pressing a hand to her stomach and encouraging her to lean back into him.

Nami smiled brilliantly, tilting her head to catch his mouth with her own, the sharp taste of copper invading his senses. "Of course, Sanji-kun," she agreed, punctuating the words with another roll of her hips.

Twin groans answered her movement, Zoro bucking up involuntarily as Sanji slid in closer to Nami's back. Sanji skimmed his hand further down, toying with the trimmed curls before pressing his fingers against where Nami and Zoro were joined.

Nami shivered, hand reaching back to clamp on his thigh.

"You joining us anytime soon?" Zoro demanded with a grunt, fisting his hands tighter on Nami's hips.

"Well, Nami-swan?" Sanji asked, trailing biting kisses up her neck.

"Yes," Nami replied breathily, voice hitching as he slid a finger in beside Zoro's cock. It was a little awkward, his wrist uncomfortable with the positioning, but it was completely worth it to see Nami's flushed face, soft little whimpers escaping her mouth. The room was filled with slick sounds as Sanji began to finger her, tracing the veins along Zoro's cock while desperately trying to stave off his own arousal.

Zoro growled up at him, thrusting into the touch with a look that demanded he move. Removing his fingers, Sanji leaned in, pushing Nami down into Zoro's chest as the swordsman spread his legs and made more room. Pleasure licked at his spine as he carefully wedged his cock into Nami, hand smoothing across her trembling spine as she contracted tightly around them.

It was too much, too soon. Locking eyes with Zoro, Sanji knew they weren't going to last.

It was easy to build up a familiar rhythm, sweat slicking their movements as needy sounds filled the air. Nami dug her fingers into the scar tissue along Zoro's chest, mewling as they pushed into her. Zoro trailed a hand down to help her along, fingers strumming at her clit until Nami cried out sharply, muffling the sound by biting into the flesh of Zoro's shoulder.

She pulsed around them, impossibly tight and hot and perfect and the world around him faded under white hot pleasure.

Sanji was dimly aware of Zoro scraping together enough strength to roll them to the side, the movement enough for their softened cocks to gently slip out of Nami. She was pliant and relaxed, an arm thrown over Zoro's shoulders and a thigh splayed over his leg possessively.

It was a gift, every time Nami let them do this, and judging by Zoro's soft smirk, Sanji knew they were never going to let each other go. It wasn't in their nature. Pirates were greedy and they never let treasure go.

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