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The cook was lying on the bed, the plain white sheets tousled around him. His face was neutral, though not without a hint of curiosity in his eyes as to why Zoro rested on his knees just beside him, simply staring.
But Zoro couldn’t stop staring; the cook, as foulmouthed and annoying as he usually was, lay before him looking almost angelic. The soft blond hair, usually meticulously combed to hide one eye was now mused and spread around the cook’s head, serving as a makeshift halo for the swordsman. He loved that hair. There was no other way to say it, to express his liking of the other’s golden strands.
Before Sanji could voice his clearly growing annoyance, Zoro leaned down and nuzzled into the messy hair. Sanji stilled as the marimo inhaled then exhaled with a small noise of appreciation and the blond let him. It was an unusual display of affection, after all. Moving his face from the hair, Zoro kissed at the other’s eyebrow for a short moment; any longer and the cook would lash out, he knew.
The eyelashes were the same golden shade, drawing Zoro’s lips to the cook’s eye as he placed a gentle kiss on his eyelid. Sanji was confused, without a doubt, but remained silent as Zoro traced the other’s skin with his lips until finally reaching Sanji’s own to place a kiss there as well. That was something Sanji knew more than well, giving in immediately and letting himself enjoy the touch of the marimo’s lips.
But Zoro didn’t dwell there for long, his lips tracing further down as he settled his elbows on either side of Sanji’s head. With slow and light movements, he followed the line of Sanji’s adam’s apple and stopped at the collar bone long enough to leave a light pink mark.
Sanji’s chest was smooth and hairless, the skin perfectly soft and pale, but the swordsman turned some of his attention to the cook’s arm; the hairs he found there were light, almost invisible, as they were thin and soft. The cook rarely wore clothes that allowed him to display his arms, but when he did, Zoro couldn’t help but stare in awe. Sanji seemed to glow, the sun reflecting from those same tiny hairs he was in the middle of nuzzling, making the cook look as if he were not from this world. Combined with the halo of gold on his head, Zoro sometimes wondered what such perfection ever saw in his own lacking appearance.
He shook the thoughts away as he returned to the other’s abdomen, kissing around Sanji’s navel with a slight smirk as his chin brushed against the other’s equally blond happy trail; Zoro would never admit it was his favorite tuff of hair on the cook, but it really was.
The cook was shivering as Zoro kissed along the trail, his tongue darting out to make Sanji’s breath hitch and he felt the trembling on his tongue. He guessed the cook didn’t mind his fascination either.
For nofreedomlove because she’s a darling ^^ Of course I show my love through porn, but I’m in public and writing this much next to strangers was weird xD This is like Marco’s love for Ace’s freckles, Ace’s love for Marco’s flames and Sanji’s love for Zoro’s scars.
I’m just looking for excuses to porn
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