[ he partially expects sanji to back out at this point, except that in the short time he's known him (short? it feels like he'd invaded his life ages ago but that might just speak to the impact of the collision), he's never actually witnessed him doing much backing down, for all that they've toed the line of dangerous dares and vocal teases that remained in the safe realm of metaphors, just out of reach of being too abrupt beyond what pride could withstand. this isn't vague enough anymore to live on excuses, not when they're talking about cocks and hands and mouths. the worst part is the way sanji speaks about it in zoro's language, using a challenge as a way to keep him from making a seamless escape.
there's no way he could let himself step away from this, mostly because his stubbornness wouldn't allow it. but is there a way to win when sanji asks a question he's already had the answer to?
of course he wants his mouth, in ways that zoro could never dissect, hating the process of needing to overthink anything beyond his surface understanding of it. he wants to push his cock past those soft pink lips, but even more than that, he wants to crash into them with his own, to lick up the remnant taste of smoke there, stirring it with his own heat of breath, fervor as wet as his own hungry tongue. ]
yeah
[ he hates sanji, hates him for breaking him down to his core of honesty. ]
i want to shut up that pretty mouth of yours fill it up and make you throw away all that sweet talk and see if that tongue can do more than just brag about what a man you are watch you get a little dirty for once
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there's no way he could let himself step away from this, mostly because his stubbornness wouldn't allow it. but is there a way to win when sanji asks a question he's already had the answer to?
of course he wants his mouth, in ways that zoro could never dissect, hating the process of needing to overthink anything beyond his surface understanding of it. he wants to push his cock past those soft pink lips, but even more than that, he wants to crash into them with his own, to lick up the remnant taste of smoke there, stirring it with his own heat of breath, fervor as wet as his own hungry tongue. ]
yeah
[ he hates sanji, hates him for breaking him down to his core of honesty. ]
i want to shut up that pretty mouth of yours
fill it up and make you throw away all that sweet talk and see if that tongue can do more than just brag about what a man you are
watch you get a little dirty for once