[Hey, he was just starting to enjoy that! Zoro is momentarily taken aback by sudden disappearing cook, but mentally smacks himself for fretting when Sanji doesn't go far. While he doesn't get why he needed to pull away, yet, Zoro gives him his space, restraining himself from reaching over and threading finger through his hair. It's tempting, though.
Instead, he straightens his haramaki and then sits flopped, letting his breathing come back down to normal and tasting his lips in curiosity.]
That...uh. That's not bad.
[master of understatement. Behind that idle comment is the sense that he wants to do it again, often, and then some. A sleeping beast deep inside him has awakened, and Zoro wants to know if there's other things he's been casually dismissing as pointless that he really ought to try out. For now, though, he's prepared to treat the cook with a bit of delicacy - he hasn't connected that vision of the pink island with anything, he wouldn't even begin to guess that it might have had more of an effect than making Sanji spout blood around women, but he remembers past comments about not being interested in men. Obviously, this is something different, and it's working out to his benefit, but as he sits there catching his breath and letting the flush of heat fade from his neck, Zoro resolves to let Sanji set the pace.
At least, he thinks he will. His hands might go wandering all on their own without his permission...]
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Instead, he straightens his haramaki and then sits flopped, letting his breathing come back down to normal and tasting his lips in curiosity.]
That...uh. That's not bad.
[master of understatement. Behind that idle comment is the sense that he wants to do it again, often, and then some. A sleeping beast deep inside him has awakened, and Zoro wants to know if there's other things he's been casually dismissing as pointless that he really ought to try out. For now, though, he's prepared to treat the cook with a bit of delicacy - he hasn't connected that vision of the pink island with anything, he wouldn't even begin to guess that it might have had more of an effect than making Sanji spout blood around women, but he remembers past comments about not being interested in men. Obviously, this is something different, and it's working out to his benefit, but as he sits there catching his breath and letting the flush of heat fade from his neck, Zoro resolves to let Sanji set the pace.
At least, he thinks he will. His hands might go wandering all on their own without his permission...]