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Summary
Sanji treks into the biggest stall, pulling Zoro in beside him by his arm—gentle enough not to hurt, but urgent enough to get his point across-because all Sanji can feel is a dull heat creeping its way through his entire body. He thinks Zoro locks the door behind them, because once Sanji gets pressed up against that door he doesn’t fly through it and onto the floor, so that has to mean the moss head did something, right?
Then, Zoro’s on him. The moss head is on him, around him, and all over him, and it’s more intoxicating than even the strongest of alcohol he could have drank at the bar. This is everything—Zoro is everything—and this entire situation fills Sanji’s senses with nothing else but Zoro, Zoro, Zoro.
There’s no questioning, no room for anything else but them.
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Sanji and Zoro having the time of their lives in a club. That's it.
Series
- Part 1 of soul's fics - series: zosanzo