[well that doesn't make his heart jerk out of his chest or anything. And what the hell is this? He'd been talking about touching Sanji, not Sanji touching him. It was going to be hard enough to keep his cool without that damn hand everywhere and what did it mean? That he could do it? Well Sanji had said he could but did he really know what--]
You're a confusing son of a bitch, you know that?
[and he lightly rests a hand on the small of Sanji's back, not pulling him forward or anything, just keeping it there, resisting the impulse to rub the groove of Sanji's spine with his thumb or pull his shirt out and slide his hand against the warm skin underneath]
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You're a confusing son of a bitch, you know that?
[and he lightly rests a hand on the small of Sanji's back, not pulling him forward or anything, just keeping it there, resisting the impulse to rub the groove of Sanji's spine with his thumb or pull his shirt out and slide his hand against the warm skin underneath]