[Zoro sucks in a breath sharply at the full-body contact, any deeper thoughts squashed down and hidden beneath the surface reaction of what the fucking fuck do you think you're doing, but fortunately it's over quickly and there's a moment in which they're finally, thankfully, free of each other. He doesn't even care that he's staggering back toward the couch, they're finally apart...
But it's cold, for some reason. Like the act of touching itself held all the warmth in the world beyond mere body heat.
No sooner does this perplexing fact register in his mind and then that's over as well, the heat returns in an all new and even more bizarre twist. It's very clear he's not being attacked, and even though Zoro alternates between strangled snarls and complete sweat-dropping, his hands yet again fail to obey him. Shove him off he tells himself, put your damn hand on his shoulder and SHOVE, but that hand misses and curls around Sanji's waist instead, drawing him in.]
What the hell are you doing?! This isn't...!
[His body is doing all kinds of things it's not allowed to do. Grabbing, pulling the cook in, the heat burning down through his chest into his gut. Zoro manages to keep his focus on the surface, almost willing himself not to think about enjoying it, mainly because it's still weird and unsettling to have it happen so involuntarily.]
...how the fuck am I supposed to try harder with you sitting on me?!
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But it's cold, for some reason. Like the act of touching itself held all the warmth in the world beyond mere body heat.
No sooner does this perplexing fact register in his mind and then that's over as well, the heat returns in an all new and even more bizarre twist. It's very clear he's not being attacked, and even though Zoro alternates between strangled snarls and complete sweat-dropping, his hands yet again fail to obey him. Shove him off he tells himself, put your damn hand on his shoulder and SHOVE, but that hand misses and curls around Sanji's waist instead, drawing him in.]
What the hell are you doing?! This isn't...!
[His body is doing all kinds of things it's not allowed to do. Grabbing, pulling the cook in, the heat burning down through his chest into his gut. Zoro manages to keep his focus on the surface, almost willing himself not to think about enjoying it, mainly because it's still weird and unsettling to have it happen so involuntarily.]
...how the fuck am I supposed to try harder with you sitting on me?!