Both still fully clothed, both wearing sock and shirt garters, their lips sooo close to touching, sharing the same breath as Croc moans and whines against Daz's lips, clawing at his left shoulder, hook around the nape of his neck, eyelids on the verge of fluttering shut so he's looking at Daz through his lashes. All the eye contact, disgusting, freaky amounts of it. Stubborn string of saliva connecting their lips from making out. And Daz... Daz just has hands loosely on Croc's hips, guiding his movements as he presses his leg ever so slightly upward, both shocked and mesmerised by how Croc is basically doing all the work, swaying his hips with the desperation of a man who has been (inadvertently) edged for years and is finally allowed to cum.
Daz gently urges him to stand up. Crocodile obliges, although he has to brace himself on Daz's shoulder from how wobbly his legs feel. Daz continues undressing him. Pulls first one leg up on his lap to take off his dress shoe, then the other. belt and pants are next, leaving Crocodile in nothing but soaked boxer briefs, his dress shirt, held in place by garters, socks and sock garters. The intense way Daz looks up at him does not help his wobbly legs. almost makes him want to shy away, especially when Daz kisses his scars. so softly it cannot be described as anything but worshipful. Finally unclips the shirt garters and pulls them down. allows Crocodile to shrug off his shirt, pulling it through his arm with his Devil Fruit. (or does the hook come off as well?). once more pulls up Crocodile's legs, taking off the sock garters and socks as well, Daz's hands lingering, fingers briefly digging into the arch of his feet and caressing his ankles.
Blinks when his knees hit the floor and he finds himself kneeling at Daz's feet. Usually, he hated giving blowjobs. Had only done so begrudgingly in the past. Wasn't particularly fun when all Doflamingo only ever cared about was his pleasure, tendeding to quickly devolve to throat fucking Crocodile without a care for Crocodile's comfort. The one good thing to come out of this is that Crocodile had a pretty good handle on his gag reflex. but with Daz, Crocodile finds himself wanting to reciprocate. Looks at Daz, almost unsure. Like he is asking permission. Daz seems as surprised as he is. Brushes a wayward strand of hair out of his face. “You don’t have to.” “I want to.” Certainty in Crocodile's voice left no doubt that he meant it.
#WIPScrapyard #DazWani #nsfw
tags: soft/intimate sex, trans Crocodile, bottom Crocodile, past Dof/Croc
Essentially Croc and Daz having sex for the first time, but it's way more intimate than they had planned it to be
This is sitting at ~2k words play-by-play. Here's some of my favourite bits
