G'raha's plight had only been made worse by just how incredible Zoro looks in his outfit of choice, the combination of sheer black fabric and ornate embroidery calling attention to his musculature. He swallows firmly at the teasing lilt, tongue darting out briefly to wet his lips from the kiss to his jaw, though he waits to take any action, his train of thought briefly derailed by the sound of another moan from elsewhere in the grand space.

The way that Zoro's voice gets deeper causes a shiver of want to course through his entire body, from the ends of his ears to the tip of his tail. He carefully settles onto his companion's lap, and he gives an appreciative hum to feel Zoro's cock twitch in response to his warmth. His eyes are already unfocused, slitted pupils dilating.

His thighs and lips both part at the command that follows, a strangled little moan leaving him at the relief of the fabric finally letting his length spring free, thanks to Zoro's aid. A mewl follows at the sensation of the object sliding over his length, snug in all the right ways and quickly warming to his body temperature, though the sound is all but lost against the beautiful shape of Zoro's mouth.

"Better," he manages to answer a few seconds after the question is posed. He drapes his closer arm around Zoro's shoulders, helping to steady his own weight, while his other hand braces against the strength of the thigh he's perched on. And if he gives it an appreciative squeeze, well... he'll surely live with the consequences.