Zoro tugged the blankets that Noctis had hogged around his body, yanking lightly until he could drape some of them over Sanji and himself, too. The price of sharing the bed.
He couldn't help but think of what he'd told Noctis they were going to do for Sanji last night, watching the boy pillow himself against Sanji's toned stomach. But he kept that to entertain himself with, the dark hint of a wicked smile touching his lips the only tell.