Sanji holds the laden dessert spoon up to Zoro’s lips, and Zoro fights the urge to give him shit about it.

He fails.

“So now you’re hand feeding me?” Before Sanji can retort, Zoro wraps his lips around the tiny spoon– too much of the spoon, deliberately putting his lips all the way against Sanji’s thumb as he eats the bite.

It’s delicious. Of course it’s fucking delicious, Sanji’s never fed him a bite that wasn’t. And there’s plenty more anyway, so Zoro wraps his lips around Sanji’s thumb instead while the cook stares at him with irritation.

Zoro grins.