Sanji sucked in a breath again as Zoro continued to lavish attention to his neck - he was finding he quite liked that! - but it had the unintentional side-effect of illicting an honest-to-god squeak out of him, when Zoro's hands slide over his skin. He should have realized it was coming, but as all this was new to Sanji, even knowing it was coming wouldn't stop his reactions to each new touch, each new experience.
With Zoro's lips still on his neck, Sanji's chin was thus tipped back to allow him more room, but he couldn't really see what was going on. He could only feel. And everything he felt, felt fabulous. But he also didn't want to just STAND there, taking everything, like a stupid, inexperienced lump. (okay, he WAS inexperienced, but that's beside the point.) After his little moment of squeaking, once he got a little adjusted to having Zoro's hands on his bare skin... he wanted to give Zoro tit-for-tat, to meet him, to be as equal as he was, in giving and taking. A bit of a compeditive edge flaring up, perhaps...
Sanji also wanted to SEE this... so he - reluctantly - pulled away enough to be able to drop his chin, and watch as he reached out, decisively reaching out to Zoro, splaying his right hand over Zoro's heart. His fingers brushed over the edge of his scar... that massive, soul-defining scar... and Sanji's expression grew distant, for a moment... remembering when he saw that happen, and how it started to help shatter his reservations over joining the crew, and following his own dreams. He slid his hand along the top edge of the scar, gaze locked on his fingers sliding over it.
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Date: 2018-09-01 09:45 am (UTC)With Zoro's lips still on his neck, Sanji's chin was thus tipped back to allow him more room, but he couldn't really see what was going on. He could only feel. And everything he felt, felt fabulous. But he also didn't want to just STAND there, taking everything, like a stupid, inexperienced lump. (okay, he WAS inexperienced, but that's beside the point.) After his little moment of squeaking, once he got a little adjusted to having Zoro's hands on his bare skin... he wanted to give Zoro tit-for-tat, to meet him, to be as equal as he was, in giving and taking. A bit of a compeditive edge flaring up, perhaps...
Sanji also wanted to SEE this... so he - reluctantly - pulled away enough to be able to drop his chin, and watch as he reached out, decisively reaching out to Zoro, splaying his right hand over Zoro's heart. His fingers brushed over the edge of his scar... that massive, soul-defining scar... and Sanji's expression grew distant, for a moment... remembering when he saw that happen, and how it started to help shatter his reservations over joining the crew, and following his own dreams. He slid his hand along the top edge of the scar, gaze locked on his fingers sliding over it.