(One Piece-General. 12. Kinky.)
Title: Hands
Fandom: One Piece
Characters: Robin x Sanji
Prompt: 056--Kinky
Word Count: 390
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: Graphic Sexual content
Summary: In which Robin exposes a bit of her kinky side, and Sanji experiences the best pleasure of his life.
He hadn’t expected the extra hands that were now stroking all over his body.
The first two hands, her hands, the real ones, had felt oh-so-nice and smooth against his face as they’d kissed, long and slow, tongues massaging the rifts on the top of each other’s mouths. And those two, real, perfect hands had undressed them and the kisses had turned hotter, feverish, his panting breath washing over her lips.
And then the hands came. He barely heard her whisper the words “diez fleurs” before he felt them sprouting and then touching. He leaned his head back and could have choked on his groan as fingers pinched at both nipples, simultaneously twisting and rubbing. Spread palms trailed firmly over his fluttering stomach muscles, massaged the area below his navel. More hands encircled his throbbing arousal, circling the head and the base and pumping the shaft, growing sticky and slick with his pre-come; his companion was granted another wanton moan. Several skilled fingers teased his balls, tugged at his sac, and tickled the stretch of skin beyond.
His eyes flew open wide as an adventurous digit slid smoothly between the crease of his ass and rubbed circles around the puckered entrance hidden there.
“R-Robin-chan-” He gasped and jerked away from that questing finger, but her other hands were firm in their grip and he found his back pressed tight to the mattress, found himself impaled rather forcefully on, now, four awaiting fingers. His neck arched back, muscles straining, his lips parted in a silent moan of pain, protest, pleasure. The fingers inside him stretched and scissored, wiggled and rubbed, almost pulsating in their own way, enough to fill him with heat. Heat that pooled there and then rushed to every single part of his body, turning even the soles of his feet a blazing red. His hips thrust erratically, caught between the hands ensnaring his weeping erection and the fingers filling the part of him that had never before been explored. He squeezed his eyes shut and could feel the sweat dripping down his body as his body jolted twice and his passion erupted, spilling into her eager and zealous hands.
A slow and almost wicked smile tugged at Robin’s lips as she watched him struggle to catch his breath. Her voice then, a low, melodious, murmur: “veinte fleurs.”