[ he shouldn't have anything to say to him. he should close his eyes and close his mouth and go right to sleep. zoro deserves to be ignored after their last conversation, though he can't remember why because right now all he feels is the uncertain pulse of his own heart, afraid of being a freak and a failure, of being so different that he's become impossible to love — again, though maybe it's never changed from when he was a stupid little kid.
zoro doesn't move except for the twitch of his ears. it makes sanji want to touch them, to run his fingers along their tufted edges, to rub gently at the base of them and see if that makes zoro purr. he likes when nami touches his velveteen ears. it makes him flush just thinking about it, though it isn't hard to do that these days when everything, every brush of fabric and every thought that flies into his head, makes him horny.
he feels the absence of his cock here with zoro in a way he hadn't with nami. maybe it's a male thing, or a zoro thing, or a general cock thing, all of which he doesn't want to think about. but his brand new cunt is throbbing between his legs, and he realizes belatedly that trying to nap with zoro in the bed couldn't have been a worse idea. ]
Did you — [ he swallows, his throat suddenly drier than burnt toast. ] Did you still —
[ his fingers subconsciously rub at the little trail of silken fur leading into his trousers, his cheeks reddening with an annoyed flush as his brows draw together. ]
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zoro doesn't move except for the twitch of his ears. it makes sanji want to touch them, to run his fingers along their tufted edges, to rub gently at the base of them and see if that makes zoro purr. he likes when nami touches his velveteen ears. it makes him flush just thinking about it, though it isn't hard to do that these days when everything, every brush of fabric and every thought that flies into his head, makes him horny.
he feels the absence of his cock here with zoro in a way he hadn't with nami. maybe it's a male thing, or a zoro thing, or a general cock thing, all of which he doesn't want to think about. but his brand new cunt is throbbing between his legs, and he realizes belatedly that trying to nap with zoro in the bed couldn't have been a worse idea. ]
Did you — [ he swallows, his throat suddenly drier than burnt toast. ] Did you still —
[ his fingers subconsciously rub at the little trail of silken fur leading into his trousers, his cheeks reddening with an annoyed flush as his brows draw together. ]
Do you want to — ?