and like. you want to go again faster than he does, but whose he to say no to his lady? so he goes with it. he probably goes to ash it but you’re too handsy, so he just puts it behind his ears for a little while

it’s like drunk, messy, comfortable sex. the kind you have when you’re already well in love and drink and chat and flirt until sunrise the next day. comfortable hedonism that lends itself to doing things you wouldn’t usually indulge.

for sanji i think it’s smoking during the act. you’re telling him to get on with it and fuck you, pushing your hips up at him, so he slips it into you half hard and you feel so warm. for the moment it’s all you need, so you tell him to finish his cigarette off while you wrap your legs around his waist, blissed out by the weight of him inside of you

it makes sanji hard instantly. it’s like seeing heaven for the first time. the messy remnants of an evening out littering your body, a teasing smile on your face. he’s so beside himself with how perfect you look, the warm light trickling in slowly as day breaks. between slow drags of his cigarette, he uses his thumb to splay your lips open and admire your pussy. swollen from arousal, slick and hot and so beautiful, stretching so faithfully for him.

art + lemony snicket