Pervert
The bits of foam sticking to the bottom of his beer glass were of particular interest to him; ridiculously so, since the neon lights flashing from the DJ's turntable were more or less the only light source in the room. But he still pretended to be gazing down intently through his makeshift looking glass. He had to defend his eyes from the sight he shouldn't have, but all the more wanted to throw his gaze upon.
He had already been found out, however. Just from the grin all over his pretty-boy face, the smug blond was clearly aware of Zoro watching him, and the green-hair was pretty darn sure the man making twists and turns on the dancefloor only combed through his messy bond hair, only let his hands run over his shoulders and chest and only rolled his hips in that tantalizing way to mock and tease him.
This was Sanji in full force. After a few shots at the bar he turned into a devil, the heat of the hefty alcohol scorching though his blue eyes, warming his cheeks and making his lips part with panting breaths. His perfume, almost burning in Zoro's nostrils, set the very air on fire around them, as did the moves of his long legs, his dress shoes clacking on the floor to the pulsing beat. Bending his knees and diving down, before slowly rising up again, his hand stroking over his waist and thighs, only to repeat the whole process, to make the swordsman try to gulp down the dryness of his throat.
It was Sanji in all of his sexy glory, but not himself. He would never have looked at Zoro with those eyes if it wasn't for the booze. The cook just wanted to lure him into his web again, by making him remember just what lay beneath his clothing with his shirt opened almost down to his navel, waking memories inside the other man he still couldn't forget. And he knew that very well.
A teasing devil, who after pulling him into his fire and burning him to his core, and as soon as his breathing calmed and he dried himself up again, could just as coldly leave, then act the next day as if nothing had happened. Zoro experienced that the hard way, and still there he was, obediently sliding his palms up that demon's side who sat onto his lap. He felt the fire from the blond's skin carry over into him fast when slender fingers touched his arms and soft lips hovered over his, speaking naughty words only the two of them could hear among the noise.
"You talk too much...", Zoro growled against him, grabbing the hips that moved against him, unable to decide whether consciously or not. He wouldn't put it past him...
"Make me shut up, then...", Sanji's breath puffed against the swordsman's face as he chuckled, and directly thereafter a moan left his lips as the other man didn't hesitate to fulfill his request, pulling him in by his nape for a deep kiss.
As lustful memories filled his mind along with more of the aphrodisiac-like perfume, regret crept over his soul ever so slowly. Somewhere inside, like so often before, he wished for that perverted incubus to release him from his clutches and just go to hell, before he would somehow find a way to toss him down there himself...