[He doesn't know why Zoro is swearing this time, but Sanji's hand eases away a little, unsure if he accidentally brushed something painful or what. The hands on his stomach and then hips are just fine, his breathing surprisingly evens out to something relaxed and content.
The touch to his neck surprises him, though, and he sucks in a breath sharply. If he's not into kissing then what...? Tingles run down his spine at the sensation, he can't help himself - it doesn't matter who's doing it, apparently, his body enjoys it all the same. His hands slide over Zoro's where they are, trapping them.]
...you'd better not leave marks, marimo.
[at least, not anywhere that he can't cover up by keeping his tie straightened up.]
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The touch to his neck surprises him, though, and he sucks in a breath sharply. If he's not into kissing then what...? Tingles run down his spine at the sensation, he can't help himself - it doesn't matter who's doing it, apparently, his body enjoys it all the same. His hands slide over Zoro's where they are, trapping them.]
...you'd better not leave marks, marimo.
[at least, not anywhere that he can't cover up by keeping his tie straightened up.]