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"Sanji" Vinsmoke

Oi. Make it quick, will ya?

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[ Oh. That’s nice.

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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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.]

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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.

He's welcome. ]

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[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.]

... Also. You're too goddamn light, Renard.

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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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... That can't be right.

[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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[ He's not?? Lying??? ]

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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[... Heeeeadtilt.

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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[ OH. Oh well. Now he's being lifted. Yusuke automatically wraps his arms tighter around Sanji's shoulders, trying to balance himself. ]

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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[ At least he’s easy to please...

—and hey. Yusuke hasn’t been picked up since he was a kid, so... this is new. ]

Contrary to popular belief, I do enjoy eating.

[ He just gets distracted. By ART. ]

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Oh no~

I meant being swept up in my arms.

[EGO SWELLING

ABORT THE MISSION]

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[ The warning signs are all there, yet here’s Yusuke ignoring them. ]

Oh.

Should I be making a fuss instead?

[ He doesn’t want to... he’s comfortable. ]

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[Why the hell are they like this. Even Sanji doesn't know.

God but he smirks at that answer, leaning forward to start kissing at Yusuke's jaw.]

Not unless you want me to drop you.

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[ Hmm. ]

Please do not drop me. That sounds like it would hurt.

[ But okay. This is good. He tilts his head slightly, leaving more space for Sanji to leave those kisses along his neck. But also, he reaches up and gives a lock of his hair a gentle tug. ]

But I know you are just showing off.

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[Nnnnnnngh so Yusuke comments while tugging on his hair.

That sure is a strangled noise ripping from Sanji's throat as he retreats, face starting to flush.]

Oi. You fuckin' know how I feel about the hair thing.

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I do.

[ But that doesn’t mean he’s not going to do it anyway. ☆

?Luckily, he’s moving from actually tugging to just threading his fingers through Sanji’s hair instead, but still. ]

Is there a problem?

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[Shit, in some ways that's worse, because now his eyes briefly close with a warm sigh and it's too much effort not to lean into the touch.

It's official, Yusuke is as bad, if not worse, than Baren was about exploiting his weaknesses.]

Besides you slowly killing me?

Nah. I'm fine.

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I am hardly attempting to commit murder.

[ He can stop if Sanji wants. Is that what he wants? Yusuke’s hand is already slowing down a little, preparing to stop... ]

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[-- What]

O-oi...

[Ever heard the sound of a kicked puppy? That's in the ballpark of the downright distressed noise Sanji suddenly makes.]

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[ Sanji, you’re a walking contradiction.

Yusuke leans back a little to stare at him, before leaning back in to curl back up against him, hand returning to its previous state of running through Sanji’s hair. Better. ]

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[He never said he wasn't enjoying his slow, torturous death, okay? At least he has the grace to look bashful at his own idiocy.

Also -- plopping them right back on the couch because he's tired of standing, even if Yusuke has all the substance of a feather pillow to him.]

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[ He’s happy to keep indulging him — it’s kinda soothing for him to fuss with Sanji’s hair like this. The fact it makes Sanji go all silly is just a nice bonus.

And. Oof. There we go. Back on the sofa. While he trusts that Sanji wouldn’t have dropped him, he does feel a little better with them both back on “solid” ground so to speak. ]

Do you feel better now you’ve proved whatever point you were trying to prove? [ Something something Sanji Is Strong. ]

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That you need to eat more?

[With Yusuke still technically in his lap, Sanji leans forward so he can rest his chin on his shoulder, the lazy git. His eyebrows arch in amusement.]

I mean, pretty sure that shit's been established already.

[A pause]

... By the way, what you want for lunch?

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I eat just fine.

[ Now that half of Recolle keeps reminding him to eat, yes. And oh. Speaking of food... ]

That depends on what is possible to make. I would be happy with anything - but preferably something light. [ He’s fairly sure Elliot is cooking tonight back home and that means lots of food. ]