[... So Sanji isn't a complete idiot, he can read between the lines and so begins to sense his humor might be outstaying its welcome. If it were anyone else besides Yusuke, his inability to give a shit would be palatable, but...]
I don't want it.
[His smile brightens as he moseys over, and plants a kiss on Yusuke's cheek. Because he's an affectionate asshole]
I want the experience of creating something memorable with you.
[ He has made so many body pillows, let him rest... :c ]
...
[ Sanji gets another flat look, even through the kiss on the cheek. Once Sanji pulls away, Yusuke steps forwards to bump his forehead against Sanji's and, after a moment, looping his arms over Sanji's shoulders and around his neck, loose and comfortable. ]
You are implying I would rather spend the evening with your likeness on a body pillow?
[ He'd have to beat Yusuke to the burning it part, because it would be immediate. ]
Hm. I wonder.
[ He leans in, pressing his own kiss to Sanji's mouth. ]
Less an alternative, more continuing with what I know is good. [ This. Actually spending time with his physical boyfriend, and appreciating that time, not time spent with an image on a pillow. ]
Sanji almost wants to ask his boyfriend to wait a second while he goes to get the calendar, he wants this date marked in case no one believes him later]
When he returns the kiss, on the lips, it's with unspoken affection and the silent promise that he'll drop the body pillow argument (for now), Sanji's arm going to wrap around the narrow waist and keep the other close.
And yes, if he’s kissing him then there can be no talk of body pillows or anything remitely like it. Wonderful. When Sanji pulls back, Yusuke frowns a little, tugging almost sulkily at his shirt front. No, come back. ]
Were you?
[ To be honest, that’s usually the case. But... he can’t remember. ]
It seems as though we got sidetracked talking about less than important things.
I was trying to take this relationship into new and interesting territory.
[LIKE THE PITS OF HELL, that's a nice vacation spot, right? But fine, he'll at least be a gentleman about this and pepper Yusuke with kisses again, likely guiding him backwards... toward the couch... because if Yusuke is the one leading this party for once, Sanji is not going to let the opportunity slip by. He'd like kisses on the couch, thanks.]
I would not call asking me to make a body pillow of you as "new and interesting territory".
[ Huff. Yusuke nips at Sanji's bottom lip in revenge. It's probably not hard enough to be unpleasant... probably, but for all the grumping he's more than happy to be coaxed into following him. Kisses on the couch will be granted, but take a moment to be thankful he's kinda light for his height because he's absolutely clambering into Sanji's lap when he hits the sofa.
[Yusuke has no idea how tempted Sanji is to ask if the guy now sitting on his lap is a doppelganger, did he just get nipped on the lip?? But he's also certain Yusuke would punch him in the jaw, or worse -- tickle him.
Yeah, not risking that]
Well, we'd be making shit for you, too. Just thought it'd be less awkward if I made that one.
[Rest assured, Sanji doesn't sound that invested in those body pillows now that he's got a boyfriend in his lap. The kisses angle lower, against Yusuke's jawline and eventually settling on his neck in rapid succession, one arm settled over the other's waist.]
I don't think there's a way for either option to not be awkward.
[ He tilts his head to get with the line of kisses angling down his jaw and neck, but keeps enough of his wits about him to reach up and tug lightly on Sanji's earlobe. ]
I am within healthy weight guidelines for my height. Decently so.
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... ...
[ He just pokes his opposite side. ]
Oh dear, my hand slipped.
[ D E A D P A N ]
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It better never get out that Sanji retreated to avoid being tickled. He's on the other side of the room now, expression flat]
See, the only way I'm gonna recover from this shitty abuse is if we start on those body pillows today.
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[ Yusuke shifts his weight slightly, and folds his arms. ]
Really though? The only way?
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I might never recover otherwise.
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[ What’s cooler than cool?
Ice cold. ]
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[SANJI REALLY HOPES YUSUKE DOESN'T THINK HE'S GIVING UP]
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[ D R O P IT ]
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Is it that traumatic drawing my likeness on a body pillow?
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... A little. Also wondering why you want a body pillow of yourself. That sounds like narcissism, when I consider it.
[ (Editor's note: read in the whiniest voice possible): If you love yourself that much why don't you sleep with yourself, mister. ]
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I don't want it.
[His smile brightens as he moseys over, and plants a kiss on Yusuke's cheek. Because he's an affectionate asshole]
I want the experience of creating something memorable with you.
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...
[ Sanji gets another flat look, even through the kiss on the cheek. Once Sanji pulls away, Yusuke steps forwards to bump his forehead against Sanji's and, after a moment, looping his arms over Sanji's shoulders and around his neck, loose and comfortable. ]
You are implying I would rather spend the evening with your likeness on a body pillow?
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[He'd burn it if he thought Yusuke was giving it more attention anyway :)
But it's stated with a chuckle, and he darts in to kiss Yusuke's cheek again, lingering closer for the hell of it]
But fine, fine. What would you consider a better alternative?
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Hm. I wonder.
[ He leans in, pressing his own kiss to Sanji's mouth. ]
Less an alternative, more continuing with what I know is good. [ This. Actually spending time with his physical boyfriend, and appreciating that time, not time spent with an image on a pillow. ]
1/2
Sanji almost wants to ask his boyfriend to wait a second while he goes to get the calendar, he wants this date marked in case no one believes him later]
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When he returns the kiss, on the lips, it's with unspoken affection and the silent promise that he'll drop the body pillow argument (for now), Sanji's arm going to wrap around the narrow waist and keep the other close.
Before:]
Mm, wasn't I supposed to be feeding you?
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And yes, if he’s kissing him then there can be no talk of body pillows or anything remitely like it. Wonderful. When Sanji pulls back, Yusuke frowns a little, tugging almost sulkily at his shirt front. No, come back. ]
Were you?
[ To be honest, that’s usually the case. But... he can’t remember. ]
It seems as though we got sidetracked talking about less than important things.
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[LIKE THE PITS OF HELL, that's a nice vacation spot, right? But fine, he'll at least be a gentleman about this and pepper Yusuke with kisses again, likely guiding him backwards... toward the couch... because if Yusuke is the one leading this party for once, Sanji is not going to let the opportunity slip by. He'd like kisses on the couch, thanks.]
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[ Huff. Yusuke nips at Sanji's bottom lip in revenge. It's probably not hard enough to be unpleasant... probably, but for all the grumping he's more than happy to be coaxed into following him. Kisses on the couch will be granted, but take a moment to be thankful he's kinda light for his height because he's absolutely clambering into Sanji's lap when he hits the sofa.
He's welcome. ]
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Yeah, not risking that]
Well, we'd be making shit for you, too. Just thought it'd be less awkward if I made that one.
[Rest assured, Sanji doesn't sound that invested in those body pillows now that he's got a boyfriend in his lap. The kisses angle lower, against Yusuke's jawline and eventually settling on his neck in rapid succession, one arm settled over the other's waist.]
... Also. You're too goddamn light, Renard.
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[ He tilts his head to get with the line of kisses angling down his jaw and neck, but keeps enough of his wits about him to reach up and tug lightly on Sanji's earlobe. ]
I am within healthy weight guidelines for my height. Decently so.
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[Don't lie to him like this, Yuusk.
Also, earlobe tugs? That's cheating, and Sanji's shoulder rises automatically to free himself.]
We're the same height and I weigh like two of you.
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You have far more muscle.
[ He raps a knuckle against Sanji's chest. Knock, knock. ]
But I am within healthy weight limits. I checked.
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Because Yusuke doesn't lie -- heck, he barely omits truths. But that doesn't wipe the bemused look off of Sanji's face, either. After a moment--
He just stands right up off the couch with Yusuke coming with him, using only one arm hooked around him to keep the guy in place.]
Alright, but you don't feel like it...
[Says the dumbass with super strength]
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Again, I think your view is a little skewed...
[ Given that... like. Yeah. The super strength. ]
Not that I don't appreciate being fed.
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[A very slow smirk starts crossing his features.
Guess who likes the feeling of picking Yusuke up like he's a stack of cards?]
Suppose you're right. Doesn't seem like you mind much.
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