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“What, are you near a rut or something?”
“Huh? I don’t know,” says Luffy. “Don’t think so. But it’s cool. Don’t you think? I wanna see what else changed, ‘cause you smell like an omega now.”
“There’s no way I–” Sanji cuts himself off, his insides squeezing. He sets a clean plate down on the nearest counter. “You said I smell like lemons?”
“And honey, yeah,” Luffy replies. “Plus somethin’ a little… spicy? Yeah. Do you like it?”
“I can’t smell anything but dish soap and your stink, idiot,” Sanji says. Another plate gets stacked. Luffy’s laughter rustles bright and warm against his spine, curls into his ears. Before Sanji can get the better of his curiosity, he asks, “Do you like it?”
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Actually, Sanji's never liked being an alpha all that much. Luffy can help with that.