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Before you knew it, any and every type of kiss he had to offer was peppered down your jawline and all around your neck as he was making true to his word that you would be smothered in all that he was holding in. He would make it all too evident just how much he had to restrain himself around you, and could only hope you were ready for it.
A gloved finger caressed your chin and down to your ear – handling your face with utmost care as if to brace for impact from the incoming pounding coming your way.
He noted how you slightly recoiled from his touch, but could only assume were just that hot and bothered by the sensual charge he had been working up in you. He could only try to suppress how much he wanted to unload at once, and so a shy smile began to peek on the corner of his lips.
Another pass of his gloved finger separated your lips, eliciting a gasp from you by his boldness. The reticent smile he had been holding back cracked into a playful smile, but soon withered into concern once he realized that you didn’t seem to be enjoying yourself as he thought you were.
“Are those..coming off?” you asked incredulously, gently but deliberate in laying his hand at the side of your thigh.
“Erm, well, of course, if you give me less than a second to do so,” Drake’s smile revitalized at the thought of you doubting he could get you naked any more quicker than what he has. He was trying to be gentleman, but if it’s the beast you want..
“No no, those.” You again drag his hands down from your face as he made another attempt to hold you. “You touch everything with those things, it’s just that..i-I can’t have you touching me after you’ve harbored every single germ Wano has to offer on your hands - your gloves.”
A pause that lasted all of maybe 5 seconds seemed to stretch on to an eternity as Drake held his hands out, palms up; as if assessing whether or not he was even human, or if they were even his hands.
Another stretch of a second passed before Drake’s pensive face stoned into a deadpan pout. His eyes found their way to yours in a pointed bee line – sudden and almost mechanical.
“No.”
“No??”
You were so confused, what did he mean-
“No.”
“Y-you can’t be serious-“
“The gloves stay on.”
You didn’t know what to say, so you didn’t.
Gathering your legs underneath your bottom and sitting up to truly give him your undivided but very confused attention, you lightly scratch at the hair behind your ear, as if maybe any stroke of an idea would help you understand.
“Drake, honey, i-"
“The gloves stay on during sexy time.”
No indication of a lie was detected on his face.
…
Gathering your clothes and something to cover your indecency, you couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes as you scuttled past him - slightly brushing by his cape to flutter behind you as the door whispered shut after the strange debacle it witnessed.
“I gotta go.”