[ To that, Shanks' chuckles, a low rumble in his throat and chest from it. ]

I would say you have Lucky Roux to thank for my flavor, but I've been without my chef for a year. Maybe it's the resort booze.

[ And as Sanji's mouth trails down, Shanks' hand starts to trail down his back. He breathes in at Sanji's grip, hard and pleased, with another rumble. Then he splays his hand over one of Sanji's ass cheeks, then he gives it a firm squeeze. ]