Re: Sanji and Zoro
It was still true, what Zoro had told Laura earlier - he did usually prefer more intimate arrangements than this. But he didn't especially care who saw him kissing Sanji, either. If anything, it pleased him in an instinctively possessive, alpha-male way to broadcast the warning of who Sanji belonged to, and just what they'd have to deal with if they touched him out of turn. If it turned Sanji on to climb him with nothing more than the flimsy screen of the curtains between them and the rest of the club, Zoro had no problems demonstrating that his tendency towards privacy had nothing to do with his sense of modesty.
Zoro let Sanji drive the kiss at first, humming a rumble of sound into it, and let Sanji's aggressive mouth think it had him rendered passive under its persuasive argument briefly. They'd played this game for long enough that he knew the momentary frustration would only get Sanji more worked up. He used the time he bought slow-sucking on Sanji's tongue to open the man's costume vest, one hand sliding to dully pinch Sanji's nipple through the billowy pirate shirt he wore.