[he ought to be annoyed with himself that the cook was able to say it first, but really, hearing Sanji murmur it against his mouth was what Zoro needed to break through his stoic bullshit and push him to speak the words, too. And now that he has, he can feel that same relief running down his spine, part that wasn't so bad and part could've done that sooner. It's good to know that he doesn't have to match that hurricane of love in order to still admit to feeling it, and further, say so.
His arms tighten around Sanji, settling him comfortably into place so he can meet and match every one of those kisses, nibbling at his lower lip whenever he can get the chance. Anything to fill the few minutes between right now and breakfast with the cook's scent and taste, his warmth and strength. Besides, even when they have to break apart to handle food, he knows they'll be back together soon enough. No worries, no fears.]
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His arms tighten around Sanji, settling him comfortably into place so he can meet and match every one of those kisses, nibbling at his lower lip whenever he can get the chance. Anything to fill the few minutes between right now and breakfast with the cook's scent and taste, his warmth and strength. Besides, even when they have to break apart to handle food, he knows they'll be back together soon enough. No worries, no fears.]