"Ingrate chimney," Zoro griped conversationally at Noctis as he burrowed into his blanket-nest. "If you're going to steal all of the blankets, Sanji and I will have to find other ways to keep warm." Truthfully, Zoro was still tired, himself. But now that he was awake, with Sanji submissively craning his long neck to offer him his mark for kisses...
He bent over Sanji's neck, taking his time in rubbing his lips across the lines that made his initial, gently nipping the crossbar of the letter, then mouthing the whole of it with a deep thrum of contentment.