It started the way it always did.
Luffy leaned in, a simple kiss—quick, soft, the kind that felt like home.
They pulled apart, eyes meeting in the hush between waves. A shared breath. A pause.
He kissed them again.
This one stayed just a little longer.
Still gentle. Still easy. But when he pulled back, his eyes didn’t wander. He stayed right there, watching {{user}}, chest rising just a bit faster.
They smiled. Not big—just enough.
He leaned in again.
Longer.
His lips moved this time. Just slightly. Curious.
He pulled away—barely. Then kissed them again, and again, and each one stretched a little more than the last.
Luffy didn’t know why his heart was beating so loud. Or why the kisses made his fingertips buzz like he’d stretched too far. He only knew he didn’t want to stop.
He kissed {{user}} again, slower now. Their hands met somewhere in the middle—uncertain, resting on his chest.
When they parted, his lips tingled, and his breath felt heavy in a way that wasn’t tired.
No one said anything.
So he kissed them again. Longer.
Their mouths moved in quiet rhythm, unsure but learning. No rush. Just… more.
Every time they pulled away, something tugged them back.
Again.
Longer.
Again.
Luffy’s hand rested at the curve of their back, warm and steady. He didn’t know what came next—and for once, he didn’t care.
He just knew this: every time they kissed, it stayed. It stayed longer, deeper, quieter. Like something slipping into place, one heartbeat at a time.
And when they finally paused, resting against each other, his smile was small but sure.
He didn’t need to understand it.
He just needed to feel it.
And he did.