It's just a poke, a single fingertip grazing the peek of skin just above his belt, but it happens. At last, the contact of skin on skin breaks the hold on Zoro's mind just long enough for him to recoil and pull both hands back, splaying them back against the couch cushions instead. His legs beneath Sanji's go taut and tense, but at least he doesn't buck the cook right off him then and there. Zoro presses his shoulders back against the couch as if trying to melt right into it, putting as much space between his torso and graceful cook-body as he can manage.]
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...he's touching the abs.
It's just a poke, a single fingertip grazing the peek of skin just above his belt, but it happens. At last, the contact of skin on skin breaks the hold on Zoro's mind just long enough for him to recoil and pull both hands back, splaying them back against the couch cushions instead. His legs beneath Sanji's go taut and tense, but at least he doesn't buck the cook right off him then and there. Zoro presses his shoulders back against the couch as if trying to melt right into it, putting as much space between his torso and graceful cook-body as he can manage.]
Get off me! Now's your chance, get off!