One Piece - Grapes
Title: Vineyard
Fandom: One Piece
Prompt: Grapes
Pairing: Sanji/Luffy
Words: 422
Rating: PG-13
“I’m huuuungrrrry,” Luffy whines, voice tickling over Sanji’s ear. Sanji’s fingers flex, shivering as Luffy’s breath ruffles his hair, Luffy’s arms wrapped tight around his neck.
“You’re always hungry,” he mutters, no real anger behind the words, trying to keep his focus on the cheese platter he’s arranging for Nami and Robin. “I’ll get you something once I’m done with this, just wait a few minutes.”
“But I’m hungry noooow,” is the needy response, and Sanji sighs, rolling his eyes affectionately, shrugging Luffy’s arms from his shoulders.
“Alright, alright,” he concedes, turning until his back rests lightly against the counter, Luffy grinning at him in anticipation. “One mouthful, but that’s all you’re getting. You’ll have to wait for the rest.”
He’s expecting more complaints, but Luffy nods firmly, like he considers it a fair arrangement. Sanji smiles, reaching behind him, plucking a single grape from the corner of the platter and holding it up between them.
“Savour it,” he intends to say, but he doesn’t get the chance, because Luffy’s leaning forward, fingers circling Sanji’s wrist, mouth closing over the grape. Lips brushing Sanji’s fingertips feather-light, before his teeth sink into the small piece of fruit.
Luffy makes an appreciative noise at the taste, and Sanji stares at him with wide eyes, feeling heat rising in his cheeks.
A smattering of juice rolls down between Sanji’s fingers, and Luffy’s tongue chases it, laps at the web between forefinger and middle finger. Slippery wet slide of sensation, and Sanji’s ears are burning, mouth fallen open. Watching as his fingers disappear between Luffy’s lips, as Luffy begins to suck, and Sanji’s knees feel weak, weight leant awkwardly against the counter, convinced he’ll slide to the floor without it propping him up.
Sharp bursts of suction, each one making Sanji pulse between his legs, and Luffy’s eyes flicker up to his face, meet his gaze, watching him carefully.
And then Luffy’s pulling back, mouth making a wet popping sound as it releases Sanji’s fingers, and he’s grinning, wide and easy. “That was good, thanks, Sanji,” he chuckles, bouncing a little on the spot as his tongue swipes over his lower lip. “But I want meat for my snack, okay?”
He turns without another word, leaving the galley, Sanji gaping after him. Heart racing and body on fire, throat dry and wondering if that request for ‘meat’ was entirely innocent or if that had been a teasing spark in Luffy’s eye.
If Luffy’s figured out the concept of innuendo, Sanji’s sanity and libido may never recover.
Fandom: One Piece
Prompt: Grapes
Pairing: Sanji/Luffy
Words: 422
Rating: PG-13
“I’m huuuungrrrry,” Luffy whines, voice tickling over Sanji’s ear. Sanji’s fingers flex, shivering as Luffy’s breath ruffles his hair, Luffy’s arms wrapped tight around his neck.
“You’re always hungry,” he mutters, no real anger behind the words, trying to keep his focus on the cheese platter he’s arranging for Nami and Robin. “I’ll get you something once I’m done with this, just wait a few minutes.”
“But I’m hungry noooow,” is the needy response, and Sanji sighs, rolling his eyes affectionately, shrugging Luffy’s arms from his shoulders.
“Alright, alright,” he concedes, turning until his back rests lightly against the counter, Luffy grinning at him in anticipation. “One mouthful, but that’s all you’re getting. You’ll have to wait for the rest.”
He’s expecting more complaints, but Luffy nods firmly, like he considers it a fair arrangement. Sanji smiles, reaching behind him, plucking a single grape from the corner of the platter and holding it up between them.
“Savour it,” he intends to say, but he doesn’t get the chance, because Luffy’s leaning forward, fingers circling Sanji’s wrist, mouth closing over the grape. Lips brushing Sanji’s fingertips feather-light, before his teeth sink into the small piece of fruit.
Luffy makes an appreciative noise at the taste, and Sanji stares at him with wide eyes, feeling heat rising in his cheeks.
A smattering of juice rolls down between Sanji’s fingers, and Luffy’s tongue chases it, laps at the web between forefinger and middle finger. Slippery wet slide of sensation, and Sanji’s ears are burning, mouth fallen open. Watching as his fingers disappear between Luffy’s lips, as Luffy begins to suck, and Sanji’s knees feel weak, weight leant awkwardly against the counter, convinced he’ll slide to the floor without it propping him up.
Sharp bursts of suction, each one making Sanji pulse between his legs, and Luffy’s eyes flicker up to his face, meet his gaze, watching him carefully.
And then Luffy’s pulling back, mouth making a wet popping sound as it releases Sanji’s fingers, and he’s grinning, wide and easy. “That was good, thanks, Sanji,” he chuckles, bouncing a little on the spot as his tongue swipes over his lower lip. “But I want meat for my snack, okay?”
He turns without another word, leaving the galley, Sanji gaping after him. Heart racing and body on fire, throat dry and wondering if that request for ‘meat’ was entirely innocent or if that had been a teasing spark in Luffy’s eye.
If Luffy’s figured out the concept of innuendo, Sanji’s sanity and libido may never recover.