[ it feels like a safe enough request based on the hints that luffy has given him so far that he's just as interested in seeing something come out of this. there's every possibility that they'll forget about this by morning and they won't speak about it again or they might not even go through with it and just laugh it off or — or luffy might not even show up. which sanji begins to consider when his text goes unanswered.
shit, did he read the signals wrong? is he now just a creep for trying to initiate a hook-up with his captain? what the hell was he thinking?
sanji's in the midst of sitting at the edge of his bed, running his hands through his hair, palms pressing over his eyes, debating the possibility of regret when he hears the tap of a knock and luffy's voice on the other side of his door.
oh.
he stands up to open it, staring at luffy on the other side before he gives her a relieved exhale, pressing his cheek against his hand holding the door. ]
Luffy.
[ his voice is gentle, offered with a small smile, before he takes a step back to open the door wider, gesturing with a tilt of his head for him to come inside. ]
( luffy gives it three seconds before making his mind up that sanji is either not answering or not in. and why would he? the texts had probably come across as weird and this is simply a way to rectify that. luffy isn't going to take it personally, the crew is tight-knit enough to be above doing such a thing and he's getting ready to go back to the deck when the door opens a split second later.
ah
even now, despite their texts, luffy can't help but take a short moment to admire the chef. tall, blond, expert cook....every day luffy counts his blessings that sanji decided to join the crew. the best cook and easy on the eyes. perfect.
luffy gives an easy grin, stepping inside at sanji's motion without giving it a second thought. he's somewhat hung-up on just how the other had looked leaning against the door like that. how did sanji make things look so effortless? right now luffy is wondering what he should even say; the whole thing had been easier over text. )
[ he'd honestly been preparing himself for bed, feet bare against the wooden floor, several buttons undone on his shirt that parts of his chest remain visible beneath without really trying to catch a peek. none of it's any attempt at seduction, just an interrupted effort to get undressed, but if it works to draw luffy's eyes on him, he can't complain.
sanji shuts the door quietly once luffy steps inside before turning back to him, watching him for a moment before he grins again at the question. ]
Yeah. Something like that.
[ he can sense the awkwardness from this, how it had all happened pretty suddenly just based off a few texts, but he walks forward to get closer, never taking his eyes away. ]
If you meant everything you were saying ... [ he raises his hand, letting the tips of his fingers slide lightly against luffy's jaw. ] Is it ... alright if I kiss you to start?
( things don't feel awkward to luffy, not exactly. there's an awareness of how precarious it could be, that if this somehow went awfully wrong it could have some serious repercussions. but as luffy wonders how wrong it could go there's nothing but a blank. this is sanji, if things go awry luffy has no doubt they can laugh it off and continue as normal.
which is why as fingers trail along his jawline luffy can't help but hold his breath. all this from a misfired text brought on by an overactive imagination over sanji and how firmly his pants fit. )
I meant it. ( no regrets. luffy may not show interest in others but even he knows he'd have to be an idiot to not notice how good looking his crew were, sanji especially. the pirate captain can deal with the occasional dream with the use of his hands rather than compromising anything, which is why even now he's amazed at how much a wrong number text can accomplish. luffy takes a breath before smoothing his hands up to sanji's shoulders, glancing up at the other with a grin. )
[ luffy did tell him when they met that he doesn't do regrets, which makes this all a bit more relieving, to know that whatever choices are being made here, they really are just going for it without looking back. he's not even entirely sure he's thinking it all through as much as he should, for all that he does try to consider everything when he does everything (well, most things), but the fact that it's luffy — it'd been impossible not to place his trust in him wholeheartedly when meeting him, and now with all that comes after, he'll continue to do the same.
sanji smiles again, a bit more easier too, with the way luffy's hands upon his shoulders relaxes him further. ]
Just the start. I promise.
[ keeping his hold along his jaw, he stares for a moment longer before he finally leans in, letting his mouth brush gently over his captain's, sweet and light in its contact. it's a tentative thing to start, just to test the sensation of it, to feel the brush of their first kiss, before he parts his lips to offer a firmer touch. ]
( the trust is there for luffy, unreservedly. some could argue that not knowing each other for very long would be enough cause for concern, but luffy understands on a base level that sanji is worth every second of his attention, even without food being involved.
sanji's smile is disarmingly alluring though and the promise being made has luffy's breath catching before he feels lips brushing against his for the first time between them both. it's such a sweet moment, almost as if time stops briefly enough for luffy to marvel at the sensation. and then the moment is over and luffy instinctively leans further into the kiss, head tilting back as his lips part in response as his hands shift to rest against the back of sanji's neck. if luffy had known how hot sanji kissing him would be, he would have done it much sooner. )
[ kissing luffy feels easy, in the same way that trusting him so soon after they'd met had been. somehow, despite years of refusing to leave baratie due to the weight of his debt to zeff, making the decision to leave to join luffy's crew had felt right, like he'd been meant to climb aboard this ship, like luffy was meant to be the man he would vow to follow.
and right now, pressing their lips together feels as natural as every other step has been revolving one another, as if getting closer and closer seems to only be an inevitability at this point.
as luffy's hands find his neck, his own lower downward, grabbing a gentle hold of his hips to draw him in closer, fingers drifting beneath red fabric to caress his palm across the small of luffy's back, trapping the warmth of heat beneath his kneading palm. he learns his mouth, finding a rhythm with their parting lips before applying the press of his tongue, hot and ready for more, slick with ignited heat before one hand slips down to cup a cheek of luffy's ass over the fabric. ]
( things had fallen so neatly into place with sanji joining the crew that luffy would have called it fate if prompted hard enough. sanji simply belonged, there's no doubt in that just as there's no doubt in them stealing each other's breath away with a kiss.
the feel of a hand at his ass urges luffy on as he closes any remaining space between them, pressing up and against sanji without an ounce of hesitation. sanji's tongue against his own is enough to have the pirate captain shuddering as luffy relishes the taste of sanji's mouth. he can't help but wonder what the rest of sanji will taste like, nails dragging lightly across the back of the other's neck. )
[ he lingers like that for a while, enjoying the kiss and the warmth and the mutual slide of luffy's tongue, prompting a stronger heat that easily warms his body. though he's plenty warm already, with the conversation in learning that luffy dreams of him like this as he does, that it doesn't end at kissing or mere touching.
eventually, he lifts his hand between them so he could undo the few buttons of luffy's shirt, sneaking that hand between the now open flaps to press his palm to his abdomen, kneading slowly against the muscle before sliding the shirt completely off of his shoulders. ]
Help me take my clothes off? [ he whispers against his lips, already reaching for the front of luffy's shorts to start working at getting them off too. ]
(really, the kiss is nothing short of perfection, a firm and warm exploration of each other in ways that has luffy unable to resist a shiver of anticipation. who'd have thought a few dirty texts and dreams would lead to this and, potentially, more? how could anyone in their right mind not have thoughts about tall, blond and handsome?
sanji's hand at his abdomen, coupled with the feel of cool air has luffy pressing against the touch, heart skipping a beat at the whispered question. despite all the talk of tasting one another, the thought of clothes being removed hadn't even crossed luffy's mind and the young man bites his lower lip as he resists the urge to just start pulling at material until it falls off.
no mean feat when sanji whispers against his lips like that.)
Thought you'd never ask. (luffy grins, letting go of sanji long enough only to shrug his own shirt off to the floor before working on the few remaining buttons of sanji's own. there's an eagerness to get hands on those abs that luffy remembers seeing at baratie briefly and his haste is almost the end of him as he begins to fumble with the last two buttons.)
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shit, did he read the signals wrong? is he now just a creep for trying to initiate a hook-up with his captain? what the hell was he thinking?
sanji's in the midst of sitting at the edge of his bed, running his hands through his hair, palms pressing over his eyes, debating the possibility of regret when he hears the tap of a knock and luffy's voice on the other side of his door.
oh.
he stands up to open it, staring at luffy on the other side before he gives her a relieved exhale, pressing his cheek against his hand holding the door. ]
Luffy.
[ his voice is gentle, offered with a small smile, before he takes a step back to open the door wider, gesturing with a tilt of his head for him to come inside. ]
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ah
even now, despite their texts, luffy can't help but take a short moment to admire the chef. tall, blond, expert cook....every day luffy counts his blessings that sanji decided to join the crew. the best cook and easy on the eyes. perfect.
luffy gives an easy grin, stepping inside at sanji's motion without giving it a second thought. he's somewhat hung-up on just how the other had looked leaning against the door like that. how did sanji make things look so effortless? right now luffy is wondering what he should even say; the whole thing had been easier over text. )
Long night huh?
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sanji shuts the door quietly once luffy steps inside before turning back to him, watching him for a moment before he grins again at the question. ]
Yeah. Something like that.
[ he can sense the awkwardness from this, how it had all happened pretty suddenly just based off a few texts, but he walks forward to get closer, never taking his eyes away. ]
If you meant everything you were saying ... [ he raises his hand, letting the tips of his fingers slide lightly against luffy's jaw. ] Is it ... alright if I kiss you to start?
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which is why as fingers trail along his jawline luffy can't help but hold his breath. all this from a misfired text brought on by an overactive imagination over sanji and how firmly his pants fit. )
I meant it. ( no regrets. luffy may not show interest in others but even he knows he'd have to be an idiot to not notice how good looking his crew were, sanji especially. the pirate captain can deal with the occasional dream with the use of his hands rather than compromising anything, which is why even now he's amazed at how much a wrong number text can accomplish. luffy takes a breath before smoothing his hands up to sanji's shoulders, glancing up at the other with a grin. )
As long as that's just that start.
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sanji smiles again, a bit more easier too, with the way luffy's hands upon his shoulders relaxes him further. ]
Just the start. I promise.
[ keeping his hold along his jaw, he stares for a moment longer before he finally leans in, letting his mouth brush gently over his captain's, sweet and light in its contact. it's a tentative thing to start, just to test the sensation of it, to feel the brush of their first kiss, before he parts his lips to offer a firmer touch. ]
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sanji's smile is disarmingly alluring though and the promise being made has luffy's breath catching before he feels lips brushing against his for the first time between them both. it's such a sweet moment, almost as if time stops briefly enough for luffy to marvel at the sensation. and then the moment is over and luffy instinctively leans further into the kiss, head tilting back as his lips part in response as his hands shift to rest against the back of sanji's neck. if luffy had known how hot sanji kissing him would be, he would have done it much sooner. )
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and right now, pressing their lips together feels as natural as every other step has been revolving one another, as if getting closer and closer seems to only be an inevitability at this point.
as luffy's hands find his neck, his own lower downward, grabbing a gentle hold of his hips to draw him in closer, fingers drifting beneath red fabric to caress his palm across the small of luffy's back, trapping the warmth of heat beneath his kneading palm. he learns his mouth, finding a rhythm with their parting lips before applying the press of his tongue, hot and ready for more, slick with ignited heat before one hand slips down to cup a cheek of luffy's ass over the fabric. ]
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the feel of a hand at his ass urges luffy on as he closes any remaining space between them, pressing up and against sanji without an ounce of hesitation. sanji's tongue against his own is enough to have the pirate captain shuddering as luffy relishes the taste of sanji's mouth. he can't help but wonder what the rest of sanji will taste like, nails dragging lightly across the back of the other's neck. )
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eventually, he lifts his hand between them so he could undo the few buttons of luffy's shirt, sneaking that hand between the now open flaps to press his palm to his abdomen, kneading slowly against the muscle before sliding the shirt completely off of his shoulders. ]
Help me take my clothes off? [ he whispers against his lips, already reaching for the front of luffy's shorts to start working at getting them off too. ]
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sanji's hand at his abdomen, coupled with the feel of cool air has luffy pressing against the touch, heart skipping a beat at the whispered question. despite all the talk of tasting one another, the thought of clothes being removed hadn't even crossed luffy's mind and the young man bites his lower lip as he resists the urge to just start pulling at material until it falls off.
no mean feat when sanji whispers against his lips like that.)
Thought you'd never ask. (luffy grins, letting go of sanji long enough only to shrug his own shirt off to the floor before working on the few remaining buttons of sanji's own. there's an eagerness to get hands on those abs that luffy remembers seeing at baratie briefly and his haste is almost the end of him as he begins to fumble with the last two buttons.)