[he hadn't said he didn't want other stuff! Just not right this damned minute! But he doesn't say so because it will only complicate matters and he'll take partial blame for not wanting to say in the first place but really how the hell do you articulate this kind of touch except by doing it?
Which Sanji seems to agree to in not so many words but yes. Fine a compromise. He grunts in acknowledgement and waits til he's calmed down a little. But he really doesn't want to do it like this so...
He nudges Sanji to turn around, letting the man rest with his back against Zoro's chest. Much easier this way. Plus those damn hands of his are less likely to cause distraction. He rests his head against Sanji's, liking how nice his hair smells despite the sweat and blood overtones of everything-- and slides his hands down Sanji's stomach, pulling his shirt out slowly before slipping his hands inside, feeling the warm solid ridge of abs underneath his fingers. Fuck yes.
He dips his head a little so he can speak low in Sanji's ear]
Isn't this better?
[and he moves his hands slowly up his stomach ghosting over his sternum and up onto his chest, until he finds a nipple under his thumb and hums appreciatively]
no subject
Which Sanji seems to agree to in not so many words but yes. Fine a compromise. He grunts in acknowledgement and waits til he's calmed down a little. But he really doesn't want to do it like this so...
He nudges Sanji to turn around, letting the man rest with his back against Zoro's chest. Much easier this way. Plus those damn hands of his are less likely to cause distraction. He rests his head against Sanji's, liking how nice his hair smells despite the sweat and blood overtones of everything-- and slides his hands down Sanji's stomach, pulling his shirt out slowly before slipping his hands inside, feeling the warm solid ridge of abs underneath his fingers. Fuck yes.
He dips his head a little so he can speak low in Sanji's ear]
Isn't this better?
[and he moves his hands slowly up his stomach ghosting over his sternum and up onto his chest, until he finds a nipple under his thumb and hums appreciatively]