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( She is right, it is flirtatious, Shanks almost can't help himself on that level. Her weight is barely registered, but welcome. Shanks has to shift a little, and puts his arm around Layla. )

I don't doubt it. ( Despite the flirting, Shanks says that with sincerity. ) Being able to sing like that isn't just talent. You do have it, innate talent and an amazing voice, to start with. But you, most likely, have to train, every day, like any skill. When you work hard, like that, even balancing fans takes effort. It's not being spoiled if you indulge, or reap rewards from it.

( He smirks. )

Yes, I do think it's time for some spicy questions, but ladies first, right?

( there was very little that phased reira, in fact his arm looping around her barely gets a glance or hint of discomfort. what did seem to stop her in her tracks was just how kind he was being. perhaps he was being honest without any attempt to flatter her or win her over, but those words...

really touched her far more than she was expecting to. this level of understanding and grace from a stranger was truly new to her. even people she knew never seemed to give her any kind of understanding- the one time she complained about having to do her job, well she got scolded and told 'it's your job.'

so it was in that moment that she remained silent briefly, eyes looking up at him so softly before she registered what he had said. )

Oh right...um thank you. Whatever you want to ask I'll answer honestly.

( Not much phases him, either, and Shanks does notice Layla seems to have stopped on his words about her singing. Interesting. He, of course, has a very different view from the person that told her it was her job. After all, he's a pirate, and first and foremost believes in freedom. Then there's the fact he trains, almost every day, to maintain his own skills. Even if swords and powers are different from singing, he gets it. )

( Everyone deserves breaks, and to enjoy some sort of benefit to what they work so hard for. )

( His smile tightens and he chuckles, chest rumbling against Layla, when she does speak. )

I mean you could ask first. However, in that case, ( Shanks pauses to recall the questions ) do you prefer to give or receive, or are you comfortable switching?

What an excellent question—

( she managed to say, lifting back up from that brief moment of being stunted by his words. the emotional lulls never lasted long with her considering she absolutely despised ruminating in them for very long, so she decided to focus on the question.

as his own arm held her close, she leaned a bit into him, even placing one of her hands onto that same rumbling chest as she spoke. )

There's nothing more that I love than a man who can worship my body endlessly for hours, as it motivates me to be on my knees giving as much as I got. So I suppose I like switching.

What about you?

( she should probably be more shy about this, more reserved but there was something in just how kind and open shanks was that drew a more bold side from her. )

It is. It does help to know if you're compatible, no?

( Shanks' eyes flicker down when Layla's hand touches his chest. Then they lift to her face, and he smiles. )

Body worship is something I find joy in.

And a switch, as I dislike limiting myself. ( And he does like pleasing his lovers. He can also have more lovers by doing more. And, clearly, he's not remotely shy about having this conversation with a complete stranger. Whatever influences Layla, Shanks likes that she's being open with him, in return. )

What about your erogenous zones? Describe them to me. ( Might as well keep the questions going, though just asking the question gets a small fidget from Shanks, as he tries to stay comfortable. )

Yeah? Okay, I'll make sure to describe them to you, every little detail.

( his smile is truly intoxicating and she can't help but give one of ehr own with an ever so alluring glare to match. it was clear now that with such a steamy question, she was more than eager to see where things went.

so she began to touch her neck with her free hand, a dual act of both innocent posturing and clearly trying to turn him on. )

My neck for one, it's so sensitive....just a kiss sends me into a heated passion.

( her index finger began to trail down the smooth skin, eyes still on his, leading down onto her chest. )

I just love it when a man trails it with kisses all the way down to my soft....sensitive pink nipples.

( Layla's words, alone, get an, almost, abashed chuckle from Shanks. )

I asked for this. ( His eyes lower for a second, then flicker back to Layla's face, where they only get led to her neck with her movement. )

( Shanks swallows, but doesn't stop smiling. ) Is it? That is sensitive.

( He pauses, still registering Layla's words as she describes her nipples. )

( it was far too cute, nearly humorous the way she got him with her words. as coy as she enjoyed being from time to time, there was just something so thrilling in having power like this.

so she decided to proceed further, her hand sliding down the fabric of her outfit, nearly cupping her left breast as she spoke. )

Not as sensitive as the inside of my thighs. When a guy is just down there, kissing me so gently, nearly nipping me with their teeth....it really makes me crazy.

( she nearly adjusted herself on his lap, pushing further into him to prove a point. )

What about you?

( Shanks' eyes don't leave Layla's hand, this time. When she mentions her thighs, they slip all the way down to her lap, and Shanks clears his throat, again. )

( Then he looks back to Layla's face with a grin. )

My thighs, also, are sensitive. In my case, I like nipping. Just thinking about it affects me.

Then my ears, my neck. Breathing on wet skin in those places is a favorite of mine.

Most men I've met seem to dislike having their thighs touched at all, especially when I go down on my knees to please them.

( granted she's only been with three men in her life, but if her little confession served to tease and taunt shanks further, then so be it.

what she does do in turn is look at him, eyes trailing towards his ears and necks, picturing herself doing just that. only she doesn't, instead she leaned back a bit on his lap, adjusting once more. )

Hmm...I wonder what I should ask you next...although it seemed to me that this little game wants us to put our answers to the test at some point. I heard somewhere that not complying was bad?

( It does serve as the tease as it's meant to be, but Shanks' expression might flicker, subtly, with a little concern. It saddens him to think of Layla going out of her way to please someone, only for them to be lacking in return. He just hopes they gave back to her as much as they got. He doesn't ask, though, trying to keep the conversation focused on them, in the here and now. It might be something to ask in the future, though. )

As a pirate, I believe compliance, just for the sake of it, without asking questions, is bad. ( Shanks answers that with a promising grin. ) I do as I prefer, rather than what's expected. If what I want happens to overlap, though, I won't hold back, even if that gives the hotel what it wants.

Do you have a preference of where to start? ( As he speaks, his hand lifts on Layla's back so his thumb can rub just right under her neck. )

( truly for as selfish as she could be, there were times when she gave far more than she should have for the sake of not being alone. yet as shanks went on to speak, she thought about his words and wondered if she had always been like that—

complying with a certain someone back home without asking for more than a crumb of attention. )

Well we don't have to do anything you don't want to...I'm more than happy to keep asking questions.

( as his thumb touched the back of her neck, she leaned into the touch with her eyes closing briefly. )

But are you sure you don't want to see just how sensitive I am? We can even forget we're in a hotel—

We're just two strangers who happened to meet each other at sea.

( a little story woven to keep up with his nautical theme. )

( Shanks opens his mouth to explain to Layla, oh, no, he wants to explore her body, and is eager to kiss her, but she continues on, and he smiles, warmly. )

I'm not always clear. I do, indeed, ( His eyes are firm on Layla's as he speaks ) want to find out how sensitive you are. And would like to taste you ( his eyes slip to her lap, for a second ) if it would please you.

As I do like that. It's easy, now, to see anything outside of out pod as a vast ocean.

Then I'm all yours—

( there's a small part of her that wanted to call him sailor to keep up with the imaginary world she's built for them in this pod, but she's sure he'd just find that insulting.

so instead in one swooping move, she rose up from his lap, her hands lingering against him as she pulled from him. her eyes narrowed as she looked down at him, a soft and sensual smile taking over her delicate features.

gently she turned around and exposed her back to him. )

Once you help me out of this one piece? Unless you'd rather rip it off of me.

( If she called him a sailor, he would just think it endearing, really, and probably play along. Others, after all, from his own world, have made sure to let him know he's too soft to be a pirate. As long as the word embodies his need to wander and freedom, he would be good with it. )

( Layla stands, and Shanks eyes follow, watching her smile. )

It would be a shame to ruin it. It's rather cute on you. ( He has to say that, because he could rip it off, and maybe he'll rip something else off of her, in the future, but not this, so he starts to unzip it, instead. )

Mine isn't as simple, as yours. ( It's just a slightly unbuttoned shirt, pair of capris and his cloak, though, which he unclasped when he first rose to unzip her. )

( as the zipper began to pull down against her back, the material of it began to free up inches of her skin— while simultaneously arousing her and leaving her with a soft blush against her face. if she had been asked months ago if she'd have sex so easily with someone she just met without paying them for it, she'd probably say no. yet as she the zipper came fully down, she turned to face him, one arm up to hold the costume up.

with a smile, she tilted her head to the side and then moved her arm, allowing the costume to fall down from her and down to her ankles. now fully nude, all he could see in terms of flaws or imperfections or anything really that would catch his eye is the little marking between her breasts that indicated her ranking. )

I think I look cuter without it on and just the bunny ears, don't you? And hmm...I can try helping you as much as possible.

( there's an idle thought in her mind about how difficult it must be getting dressed with one arm but she lets that slide as she began to walk closer, stepping out of the clothes on the floor now. )

( Considering the scars on his left eye, the missing left arm, and the array of scars he has all down his body, Layla's flaws are nothing. She's gorgeous. )

( He chuckles at her comment. )

You're right. ( His lips tighten into a sweet smile. ) You are.

I would appreciate an extra hand. ( It's a terrible joke, he knows it's a terrible joke, but it's his way of coping, and he laughs, lightly, after he says it, and waves his right hand. )

( He's accustomed to dressing himself, even if some days he gets annoyed about it, others he asks his friends help, in place of his crew, who do it back home. Mostly, it's buttons that agitate him, the most. Undressing is easier, and when doing it for others, he does like to involve his mouth, though he didn't, today. )

( Shanks watches as Layla approaches him, something soft and thoughtful in his expression, as she does. Truly, she seems kind. )

( with one foot slowly moving before the other, she swayed her hips just a bit as she moved in on him, a seductive demeanor taking her over. it had been a long time since she just casually had sex like this, no emotions to weigh her down and no promises of love to keep her attached. the last person she slept with was someone she had wanted for so very long and the experience had ended up being so painfully miserable she found herself nearly hating the man.

so now with shanks who had been so kind but honest about his intentions, all she sought was pure and utter pleasure for herself. as she approached him, her left hand gently reached out to touch the side of his face and as her nails gently glided against the scars on his eye she couldn't help but lean in to kiss him gently on the lips. soon though she parted, hands working to help free him from his cape, followed by his shirt. )

What a funny little joke, I like humor a lot you know but...I hope those lips can do more than just fill my ears with humor.

( That's the only way Shanks knows how to live - with pure freedom, pure pleasure. What happens after that? Well, that's for the future, and that leaves the world wide open. To Shanks, that's real freedom. )

( His eyes widen, for a second, when he feels Layla touch the scares on his face, and he sucks in breath, but it's only a fraction of a heartbeat, and he ends it all with a smile. While it's brief, Shanks' lips meld against Layla's when she kisses him. )

( She helps him undress, and he feels the fabric fall away from his skin as Shanks chuckles, yet again. His hand brushes against hers. )

I'll let you be the judge of that. ( After his arm slips out of his shirt and it falls to the floor, Shanks moves down to kiss Layla's neck, just under chin, then a little lower. )

( once his cape and top are fully off of him, there's a brief moment where she glanced down at the injury to his missing arm, seeing the obvious wound more up close. it did very little to dissuade her from what was to come, with it only affirming her trust in shanks. her eyes returned back to his, a soft and seductive smile still perched up on her face— and as his hand brushed against hers, she let out a soft sigh. )

You can talk dirty to me too you know? I'm not that fragile.

( truly it was exciting to just indulge in this with someone she met but she really couldn't be blame. he was just to magnetizing and charming, she fell right for his gentle seductions.

as he began to kiss her neck, she tilted her head back and guided his hand towards her breast, feeling the callouses and warmth of his skin. her neck in turn tilted and pushed against his lips, guiding him lower and lower. )

In fact...you could spank me if you wanted to.

( although it might be a bit tricky to handle that with just one hand, but she was sure he learned how to be creative. )

( Shanks chuckles and a little and clears his throat at her dirty talk suggestion. )

I assure, my speech isn't about possible fragility and more about I already don't spare anyone from my words. ( This is just what he typically says, but licks his lips and takes note of her words. If she wants, he can try something. Maybe. )

( For Shanks, there's a thrill in sleeping with random strangers, people he just met, sometimes without even exchanging names. In this case, though, he hopes to see more of Layla. Having her name feels right. )

( His mouth moves as it's encouraged, down Layla's neck, lips pressing against her soft skin as they pass. Then he stops to lick, leaving a wet patch in passing. His hand massages her breast, and he chuckles, once more. )

Whatever you like, Layla. ( After all, it's not that hard for him to pull it off, especially with her on top of him. He trades his hand with his mouth, leaning in to kiss her nipple. Then his hand moves to Layla's hip. He gives her backside a measured slap, to see how much sting she's looking for. )

( all she could do in turn was let out a soft sound of almost laughter at his comment, wondering just how lewd he'll get during their encounter. it was almost too much for her to resist wanting to explore his body further, pushing him back and taking control of things— but she doesn't. instead she rolled her head to the side as he kissed her neck, teeth biting down on her lower lip. her eyes closed briefly, enjoying the sensation of his lips against her soft and delicate skin.

it was only when he slapped her rear that her eyes opened and she let out a soft moan. )

Yeah....I really like that.

( with how heavy and rough his hand was, the sensation was just too overwhelming, dominating almost. she was this close to suggesting he bend her over and spank her—

but for now she simply swayed her hips to the side a bit, encouraging him further. )

In fact, if you fuck me from behind, you could spank me all you want.

( No reason they can't both be in control. Shanks is pretty flexible and can take control, easily, if he feels the other person isn't, but he doesn't mind being told what to do, either, as long as he wants to do what he's being told. )

( Bending someone over is a bit more the challenge, since he can't hold them at the same time, unless they're bent over an item, of course. But this, when Layla moves her hips the way she does, and isn't shy to ask for what she wants, he can deliver. He raises his hand again, and while he doesn't put all of his strength into it, he does give her a solid smack. )

( The next bit she says, he looks down for a second. )

Truthfully, I enjoy watching the faces of my lovers, but that's a fun position. ( He reaches for her face. ) Just let me look at a bit longer, then we'll do exactly that.

( with the sound of his hand slapping against her skin filling up the pod, she couldn't help but look at him with nothing but pure lust in her eyes, lost in a trance of her own building arousal. whatever he wanted to do, and what she wanted, they would find a way to make it work despite their limitations. this was something reira was sure of and as his hand returned to her face, she leaned against it closing her eyes briefly. )

We have plenty of time to do everything and anything you want...we can do it all....anything we want.

( she opened her eyes and moved in closer, kissing him on the lips as her hands began to work against his pants this time, eagerly awaiting to see what exactly he had in store for her. )

( Shanks is, with all of this, unabashedly turned on. His cock at full-mast says as much when it's freed from his pants. )

( Seeing as Layla is enjoying the more playful stuff, when he pulls back from the kiss, his hand moves to strike her ass, once more. )

You are correct, of course. We have plenty of time, to do anything and everything we desire.

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