#anyways.....them

it's a rarity for sanji to let anyone into the kitchen with him. for as long as he can remember , it's been a sort of sanctuary , an escape. in here , sanji's entirely in control , in a world of his own. usually , he prefers it that way , keeps his companions on the outside looking in. & usually , that's alright with him. sanji prefers to be in control of how people see him too ; sharing his kitchen space is vulnerable , too vulnerable , typically , for sanji to ever truly feel comfortable with.

but kyojuro is different. perhaps it's because of their similar backgrounds , perhaps it's just the flame hashira's warmth , or perhaps it's the unspoken understanding between them. nevertheless , here they are , in his kitchen , the only sounds between them the sizzling of pans & sharp sounds of knives. it brings a certain level of peace to sanji , the background noise of his environment allowing his mind to wander. he likes that kyojuro keeps coming back to see him , really. not that sanji will openly admit that. but it's not exactly a secret that he may feel something , something that scares him a bit. there's always this longing to be closer , for something more that sanji isn't quite sure he deserves , isn't sure he should want at all. this is as close to that something sanji thinks he'll get.

but sanji is a selfish man at times. it's what makes sanji set his knife aside with a quiet sigh. his eyes close tightly for a moment , then open , one hand on his companion's shoulder.

❛ kyojuro. ❜

it's spoken gently , & sanji's mouth feels dry when he turns , fiery eyes meeting ocean blues. it'd be smarter to brush this off , to smother whatever feeling has begun to simmer in his chest. but it's not quite that simple , & sanji reaches out , taking the knife from kyojuro's hand & setting it aside with ease. he hold's the hashira's gaze a moment longer , exhaling nervously. there's about a dozen reasons sanji can think of to back out while he still can.

but that doubt doesn't last much longer than it takes for sanji to lean in & press his lips to kyojuro's. it's soft , lingering & slow & sweet , & sanji leans back after a moment , studying kyojuro's expression. there's an acrid smell in the air , & sanji's eyes widen , face going slightly red as he fumbles slightly.

@aerkinetic​.      →     unprompted ask.

He’s just going to stare at his boyfriend until he gets kisses and attention . In the meantime , pinkies brush then fingers twist until their hands are held.

yuito looks  down  as he feels nagi’s hand brush against his  ,  fingers slowly becoming intertwined.  he  smiles  quietly  ,  feeling nagi’s eyes on him as if  asking  for something that he won’t say out loud  ,  &  yuito can’t help but  laugh  a little  ,  leaning over to press a  kiss  to nagi’s cheek before he speaks.

‘ you know, you could just ask me to kiss you. ’ 

another kiss is pressed to his  nose  as yuito’s free hand turns nagi’s head just slightly.