dilettante | ♡INBOX (GOLDEN PEACOCK)

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.

( with his cock exposed and his hand against her ass, giving it another firm spank, she was now fully aroused and drowning in the heat of the moment. it was difficult not to give into her primal and cardinal desires, finding herself slinking down to her knees before him.

with a mischievous smirk on her lips, she reached for his cock and began to stroke it gently, pressing her lips against the head of it as she murmured against his hot skin. )

How about I start by getting you nice and soaked for me? Coating your hard cock in my saliva?

( He wants to feel Layla's heat, see if she's wet, but he finds his entire mind pause when she stores stroke his cock, and moves down. Shanks' eyes open, almost in shock and confusion. Then his lips soften into a smirk. )

If that is what you wish, your pleasure is mine.

I'll enjoy it. ( In fact, he can't deny his throat went a bit dry at the thought of watching her pretty face suck him off. )

( once he confirmed he was more than interested in being pleasured in such a way, she began to part her lips against his skin, tongue gently pressing up against him. her first movements were almost fluttering, getting acclimated to his natural taste before she finally began to take the head of his cock into her mouth, her soft pink lips wrapping up against him.

at first she moved slow, taking the entire length of his cock into her mouth inch by inch before finally the head reached the back of her throat. she remained still like this, eyes rolling up to see his reaction before she began to move her head back and forth, slowly. )

( Shanks' hand moves to Layla's hair. He tries not to grip too hard, or case any discomfort, but his fingers do tighten from the first time he feels her tongue. His own eyes flutter shut when he feels the back of her throat, the tightness and warmth. )

( He breathes out, and manages to somewhat open his eyes again, to look at Layla as she looks up. When he catches her watching, Shanks grins, breathless. )

( while she didn't plan on pleasuring him like this to completion, when her eyes looked up at him grinning—

she knew she would at least do this a bit longer to truly rile him and get him excited to actually fill her up. after a brief moment of respite, reira began to move her head back and forth again, using her tongue to coat the underside of his cock with as much saliva as she could muster. she wasn't quite deep-throating him just yet, opting to simply moan as she guided him to the back of her mouth for now.

in the meantime her right hand slipped down past her stomach and pelvic area, fingers sinking down to her folds. )

( Plans aren't something Shanks bothers with. What happens happens, usually. Especially in cases like this. His body rocks a little with her mouth, trying not to just shove himself further inside, not wanting to choke her. )

( Shanks' eyes widen, for a moment, when he watches Layla's hand slip down her body. He breathes in, raggedly, and his fingers tighten against her scalp. His eyes close once more and he moans, his mind thinking of taking her, of his fingers feeling her. )

( with his warm, strong hand on her, she couldn't help but find herself already wet. she hated to admit this and she probably would never do it unless fully prompted―

but given how much older he was than her, the thought of being dominated by him or at the very least mostly guided by him was alluring. with her fingers gliding that slickness forming at her entrance up to her clit, she continued sucking him with an increase in speed.

it was finally then that she began to fully take his cock in, letting the head of it hit the back of her throat effortlessly. she had never been with a man like shanks before, but he was truly inspiring her to be more bold than usual. )

( Shanks' out breath shudders, and he opens his thighs. It's only then he realizes he's getting close, as precum dribbles out. He moans, again, and that's when he, gently, tugs at Layla's head to pull her up. )

I would like to still take you. ( And even if the aphrodisiacs they can consume allow him to go another round, they don't know how much longer they have. )

( although her goal was certainly not to make him climax right there and then in her mouth, it was difficult not to become fully engrossed in the act of pleasuring him. it was only when he tugged at her head that she pulled away and blushed a bit from embarrassment.

slowly, she rose up and placed a kiss on his lips before she spoke back to him. )

Then tell me what to do Shanks. Tell me just how you want to take me...how you want to have me and where.

( despite the brief moment of embarrassment from before, she was now full of confidence again, eyes firm and fixated on him, her teeth biting her lower lip in desperation for his cock. )

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wrap soon?

yup, 1-2 more tags perhaps?

It was beautiful, but yes, wrapping

ending this here ♡