Sanji closed his eyes with a soft grunt and nuzzled his head back against the side of Zoro's neck and shoulder. It was okay. It was not an all the time thing, Sanji didn't think, but it was okay. It was even kind of nice, he thought as he lifted a hand to stroke and play with Noctis' hair. "You're a national treasure, asshole," Sanji murmured back before tipping his head and displaying his neck. What happened to all those gentle kisses Zoro was waking him up with? He'd like to entice those back, thanks...