A Teasing Distraction

Sanji was trying desperately to ignore the hand sliding down the back of his pants.

He knew who it was. There was no mistaking those long, calloused fingers kneading the gentle swell of his rear; how many times had they done the same? Seemed sometimes like Zoro had a preoccupation with his ass.

The blonde ignored the other man, deft hands manipulating a knife to cut vegetables in perfect slices. Well, perfect until several of those seeking fingers slid smoothly down to trace the cleft of his cheeks and the sensitive opening hidden between. Sanji’s practiced rhythm stuttered, bouncing ragged chunks of carrot haphazardly across the counter as a deep flush stained his face. But the cook still stubbornly refused to acknowledge the swordsman and instead began sweeping the vegetables into a saucepan.

Said saucepan promptly dropped to the counter from nerveless fingers as Zoro’s free hand slid around his waist to briefly cup his crotch, squeezing teasingly before both hands withdrew. “Too busy, ne? Oh well.” A playful slap to his rear preceded the sound of heavy boots retreating slowly towards the door.

“Fucker!” Sanji hissed, whirling and throwing himself after the swordsman. “Finish what you start, you bastard!”

So Zoro did. And Sanji sure as hell didn’t ignore him this time around.