[ his intentions have always been to just ignore sanji as much as he can, to disregard his presence on the ship as just some offhanded source that keeps his mouth fed and his beer regularly stocked. anything beyond that is too dangerous of contact, providing too many seconds to let his eyes linger on the divot of a pressed dimple when cracking a joke that zoro doesn't smile at, or to study the way blond bangs fall over his eyes while giving careful attention to the precise cutting of some vegetables that provide some source of nurtrition that zoro would never be able to name. he's already been exposed enough for the man to slip into his dreams, some filthy enough to source inspiration into the strokes from his fingers for the days that follow, but some as simple as imagining the graze of soft fingertips brushing over his own calloused hands, rougher and scrapped with scars.
it's fucking annoying and zoro is trying everything he can to cancel out thoughts of that asshole blond from invading his every second, day to day, but it sure as hell doesn't help to have sanji suddenly mapping out descriptions of how he'd touch his dick.
no, he's not going to touch himself to this. he's not giving in to this shit. ]
doubt you'd even give me much to beg for you can go slow all you want but you'd still have to really work those fingers right to get me desperate to fuck into your hand
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it's fucking annoying and zoro is trying everything he can to cancel out thoughts of that asshole blond from invading his every second, day to day, but it sure as hell doesn't help to have sanji suddenly mapping out descriptions of how he'd touch his dick.
no, he's not going to touch himself to this. he's not giving in to this shit. ]
doubt you'd even give me much to beg for
you can go slow all you want but you'd still have to really work those fingers right to get me desperate to fuck into your hand