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[chiffonades]

[ Laughing softly, Sanji shakes his head, still quietly pleased by the compliment that Shanks’ had sent his way. He’d meant what he said, too, about not knowing any other way to cook— or do anything, really. That’s who he’s been and it’s who, he hopes, he’ll always be.

His lips spread into a grin that’s full of wicked delight at the implications inherent in Shanks’ speech and, as brazen as he often is in the quest for carnal delights, he’s quick to lick hot stripe over his throat, tasting the red-head’s skin with a quiet groan of approval. ]

Damn right they do. Especially Captains stuck in this shitty resort.

[ Chuckling quietly, Sanji dusts a few more quick kisses along Shanks’ throat, working his way upwards until he finally captures his mouth in a firm kiss, lips working slowly against the other man’s. That sharp intake of breath is a sweet reward, too, and he’s not shy about rubbing the stiff length a bit faster through his pants, hand gently squeezing as he does it. ]

[shanksyourfeels]

[ 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. ]