“You should really quit.”
Sanji paused his chopping of vegetables for that night’s stew, glancing over his shoulder at the tanned boy sitting at the table. “Quit what?”
“Those...” Usopp pointed towards the cigarette hanging from Sanji’s lips.
“And why should I do that?” The cook turned back to his meal preparations.
“Cause I’m tired of tasting an ashtray every time I kiss you, that’s why.”
Sanji smirked. “Well that’s your problem not mine isn’t it?”
Usopp frowned, getting up he crossed the small kitchen. Pressing him up against his lover’s back, arms wrapped around his waist he whispered in the man’s ear in his best seductive voice. “What’s more important? Your addiction to those things or your addiction to me?”
The blond continued chopping.
“Sanji?”
“I’m thinking...I’m thinking...”