[Oh fuck, almost caught him being distracted. All that pressing against each other quickly gets worse when Sanji abruptly tries to twist away. Mostly because away is not where he twists to. Since he's still grabbing Zoro and Zoro's got that arm all curled in close, the best Sanji can do to keep the book away from the other man is to turn so that his outstretched arm is angled in the direction opposite from where Zoro can reach. Which means he ends up with his back all awkwardly plastered to Zoro's chest, his own arm actually trapped behind him.]

It's shitty literature, dumbass, it's good for you! It'll make you smarter -- in more ways than one!

[Grunting a little as he fights to keep the book away from Zoro, even though he's really more interested in grabbing that pirate one now. He's also a little breathless just from laughing so damn hard.

At least he can still see the words on the pages, even in this weird, tangled up position.]

He pushed me down onto the table— Wait, weren't they on the couch? Fuck, whatever... And held me there with one hand on my stomach, the other brushing over the curve of my breast. This uninhibited style of sex was new to me, and I was quickly~ growing addicted. I'd never known the rough abandon or carnal intent Jean-Marc showed me. Heh, I could show her some rough abandon.

[...Uh-huh.

Overly thoughtful look.]

Maybe not rough. Wild? [Glances back at Zoro with a smirk.] Passionate, there's a good word.