( by the time sanji's done spluttering all over himself, zoro's beside the bed. his gaze rakes over sanji beneath his jacket and he can see where he's hard beneath it — as if he hadn't when he'd been standing near the door — and he wets his lips. it's rare when he doesn't feel a low, simmering banked heat for sanji just regularly, but it's grown into an inferno as he's watching him and it's a little obvious just how turned on it's made him.
his fingers flex at his side; this is a test of his willpower, his patience. he just wants to jump on sanji right now and fuck him into the mattress. how could he not? this is one of the more overt ways sanji's shown he's actually into him; zoro rarely — if ever — gets that kind of thing from him. of course he wants to jump on it.
but, he refrains from touching him. for the moment.
he doesn't even bother answering sanji's questions. no point in it. and sanji probably knows already that he's not going to entertain them. )
Keep going. ( his voice is low, there's an edge of demanding in his tone. he wants to see more. feels like he needs it. ) Show me what you'd be doing if I wasn't here.
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his fingers flex at his side; this is a test of his willpower, his patience. he just wants to jump on sanji right now and fuck him into the mattress. how could he not? this is one of the more overt ways sanji's shown he's actually into him; zoro rarely — if ever — gets that kind of thing from him. of course he wants to jump on it.
but, he refrains from touching him. for the moment.
he doesn't even bother answering sanji's questions. no point in it. and sanji probably knows already that he's not going to entertain them. )
Keep going. ( his voice is low, there's an edge of demanding in his tone. he wants to see more. feels like he needs it. ) Show me what you'd be doing if I wasn't here.