Zoro planted another warm kiss against Sanji's neck, silent for a beat, turning over the boy's words in his head. He was still figuring out how to read Noctis. For as loudly as the dragon bawled about some things, there were others that he tried to shrug off or throw away out of hand. Zoro was starting to get the sense that those were more important than Noctis' pride wanted to admit, and he paid attention to them.
"Oi, pup. If we wanted you to leave, we would have told you to leave." Zoro reached over Sanji's side to collect a handful of the blankets Noctis was wadded up in, pulling the whole bundle of him closer in one strong tug. "Go back to your room and sleep, if that's what you want." Zoro didn't say so, because he figured Noctis would take full advantage if he thought he had the option, but he had half a mind to go downstairs and work the boy's shift in the restaurant himself if they'd worn him out so badly the night before.
His one dark eye studied Noctis closely for a moment. "We had a good run last night." The sucking off had been incredible, but that wasn't what he was talking about. "You deserve to have a good morning, too, eh?" With or without them, he'd leave it up to the boy. Let it be something he could choose, a little piece of personal freedom. He leaned forward to press his lips tenderly against the side of Noctis' neck, just above his collar. In the same place where he'd just kissed Sanji. "Either way."