[ there is something significant happening here that he is adamant about never addressing. this goes beyond balancing a set of nonexistent scales, beyond his pride, beyond his anger. beneath the nervous energy dancing below his skin, a flush spreads from the inside out, warm and pink and telling. sanji considers himself a good liar, holding onto his secrets better than gold roger and his one piece, until this green-haired idiot had ventured into his life and threatened to undo it all.
it stokes his flinty temper in the worst way. he doesn't want zoro. just some carnal, fucked up part of him does. the part of him still tethered to the chaos of everything he endured. but that part of him seems bigger lately, stronger, and every time zoro waltzes in like he actually knows where he's going, like he intended on invading his space in the galley to ask for something stupid like beer or rice or just to sit around meditating with his swords by the warmth of the stove when sanji can feel his eyes on his back, it makes it worse. it makes his skin prickle with heat and irritation bloom in his chest.
like now. all those feelings are here, now, but worse than they've ever been. alongside all that thick, stifling desire is the sharp edge of danger ringing in his skull. ]
why don't we skip to the next dance, then? you want my mouth on you, don't you?
[ a sharp ache comes instantly, his cock responding to the most foolish gauntlet he's ever thrown at anyone's feet. ]
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it stokes his flinty temper in the worst way. he doesn't want zoro. just some carnal, fucked up part of him does. the part of him still tethered to the chaos of everything he endured. but that part of him seems bigger lately, stronger, and every time zoro waltzes in like he actually knows where he's going, like he intended on invading his space in the galley to ask for something stupid like beer or rice or just to sit around meditating with his swords by the warmth of the stove when sanji can feel his eyes on his back, it makes it worse. it makes his skin prickle with heat and irritation bloom in his chest.
like now. all those feelings are here, now, but worse than they've ever been. alongside all that thick, stifling desire is the sharp edge of danger ringing in his skull. ]
why don't we skip to the next dance, then?
you want my mouth on you, don't you?
[ a sharp ache comes instantly, his cock responding to the most foolish gauntlet he's ever thrown at anyone's feet. ]