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Prompted with spine licking~

Also, I woke up this morning with inspiration for words :0 And I really didn't have time to write stuff today, I have so much else to do, but I did anyway XD;; Thought I'd share~ (it's totally non-beta'd btw, sorry for any mistake)

Edit: The scars mentionned below are from my headcanon. You can see them here .

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Zoro half stretched, half crawled toward the side of the bed where the cook was sitting, immersed in some book, tangling himself in the sheets in the process. He lazily hooked an arm around the slim waist and tugged. Sanji didn't so much as acknowledge him and flipped a page.

Raising his head a little, Zoro pressed his lips to Sanji's lower back in a vague approximation of a kiss. He found the faint taste of sweat there, so he let his tongue seek more of it, caressing the softer skin of a scar. The swordsman felt the blond tense for a second at that, then immediately relax.

Determined to ignore him then.

Zoro brought back his right arm under him, giving him support to reach a greater expanse of pale skin. He dragged his tongue upward, pleased to find more of the salty taste. Whatever that book was, it couldn't be more interesting than this. To prove him right, Sanji squirmed a little, as if he was keeping himself from arching his back under Zoro's ministrations.

Encouraged by this, Zoro licked again along the curved spine, from the scar to the middle of Sanji's back, the highest he could reach that the moment. He then exhaled hotly over the wet trail he left there.

"Stop it, marimo…" The protest was half-hearted at best and Zoro took it as an incentive to double his efforts in getting the cook's attention.

Without giving up the hold he had around Sanji's waist, he dragged himself — and half the bed sheets — up on his knees, gaining access to all of that strong back and shoulders and neck. The cook cursed at him, the movements disrupting his reading.

With a grin, Zoro leaned in and licked a path around Sanji's left shoulder blade, finishing his course with a sucking kiss on another scar; this one more recent and more sensitive. He felt Sanji's breath catch. The book was still in his hands but at this point Zoro was certain there was no reading happening anymore.

To claim his victory, he stroked his tongue slowly along the cook's spine, feeling the bump of each vertebra until he reached the nape of his neck where he tilted his head to the side and sunk his teeth in the soft flesh there. He heard a thump, as the book was dropped to the floor from now nerveless fingers, followed by a soft moan he felt vibrating under his lips.

Zoro detached his mouth from the warm skin and tugged one more time at Sanji's midsection, this time meeting no resistance and the lithe body unfolded and leaned against his own.

Description
Prompted with spine licking~

Also, I woke up this morning with inspiration for words :0 And I really didn't have time to write stuff today, I have so much else to do, but I did anyway XD;; Thought I'd share~ (it's totally non-beta'd btw, sorry for any mistake)

Edit: The scars mentionned below are from my headcanon. You can see them here .

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Zoro half stretched, half crawled toward the side of the bed where the cook was sitting, immersed in some book, tangling himself in the sheets in the process. He lazily hooked an arm around the slim waist and tugged. Sanji didn't so much as acknowledge him and flipped a page.

Raising his head a little, Zoro pressed his lips to Sanji's lower back in a vague approximation of a kiss. He found the faint taste of sweat there, so he let his tongue seek more of it, caressing the softer skin of a scar. The swordsman felt the blond tense for a second at that, then immediately relax.

Determined to ignore him then.

Zoro brought back his right arm under him, giving him support to reach a greater expanse of pale skin. He dragged his tongue upward, pleased to find more of the salty taste. Whatever that book was, it couldn't be more interesting than this. To prove him right, Sanji squirmed a little, as if he was keeping himself from arching his back under Zoro's ministrations.

Encouraged by this, Zoro licked again along the curved spine, from the scar to the middle of Sanji's back, the highest he could reach that the moment. He then exhaled hotly over the wet trail he left there.

"Stop it, marimo…" The protest was half-hearted at best and Zoro took it as an incentive to double his efforts in getting the cook's attention.

Without giving up the hold he had around Sanji's waist, he dragged himself — and half the bed sheets — up on his knees, gaining access to all of that strong back and shoulders and neck. The cook cursed at him, the movements disrupting his reading.

With a grin, Zoro leaned in and licked a path around Sanji's left shoulder blade, finishing his course with a sucking kiss on another scar; this one more recent and more sensitive. He felt Sanji's breath catch. The book was still in his hands but at this point Zoro was certain there was no reading happening anymore.

To claim his victory, he stroked his tongue slowly along the cook's spine, feeling the bump of each vertebra until he reached the nape of his neck where he tilted his head to the side and sunk his teeth in the soft flesh there. He heard a thump, as the book was dropped to the floor from now nerveless fingers, followed by a soft moan he felt vibrating under his lips.

Zoro detached his mouth from the warm skin and tugged one more time at Sanji's midsection, this time meeting no resistance and the lithe body unfolded and leaned against his own.