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Sanji competes in a Davy Back, and Robin's self-entertained remarks have Zoro reconsidering himself.
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so cuteee
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Sanji’s flush now, nails digging into the red cushion below him. “Zoro,” he breathes, “if this is some sort of control kink I won’t be happy, I won’t be used like this—”
“No,” Zoro laughs softly, lips on those below him, smiling against that parted mouth, “no, this is just me, realizing that I’d give you all the same damn things. You can have my head even if it costs me my ambition, can have my swords even if it costs me my dream. You can give it as good as you can take it, right cook? You’ve been like that since day one. So take it. Give me your strength, and I’ll give you mine. Do whatever you want with it.”
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“My my,” Robin flips a page, “aren’t we just simply glowing today.”
She glances up at the swordsman, the sun warm on the deck.
Zoro heaves another weight.
If he was going to give the cook all of himself, then he’d better make sure he was equivalent to the cook’s weight in worth.
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WOWOOWWWW OH MY OGD
How easily he could move them, how soft they were under his fingers. “They’re strong in a fight,” he murmurs, Sanji stilling so as to listen, “but so pliant in a bed.”
Sanji’s breathing a bit harder now, suddenly, eyes on him. And then he mutters, albeit hesitantly: “This isn’t a bed.”
Zoro leans over him, pushing against his leg further as he does so, loving the tautness of the muscles as the knee folds compliantly over Zoro’s shoulder. “And yet still here we are.”
Sanji’d give his life for him, he’d give him control of a power he’d meticulously cultivated from necessity and painful endurance. Zoro’s eye sharpens on the cook.
Sanji’s flush now, nails digging into the red cushion below him. “Zoro,” he breathes, “if this is some sort of control kink I won’t be happy, I won’t be used like this—”
“No,” Zoro laughs softly, lips on those below him, smiling against that parted mouth, “no, this is just me, realizing that I’d give you all the same damn things. You can have my head even if it costs me my ambition, can have my swords even if it costs me my dream. You can give it as good as you can take it, right cook? You’ve been like that since day one. So take it. Give me your strength, and I’ll give you mine. Do whatever you want with it.”
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❤️