There's no desire to stop Sanji from doing whatever he wants to do -- especially when Luffy wants it just as bad. He leans back against the shower wall and lets out a sigh, eyes going half-lidded under the way those lips ghost over his skin.

"Sanji," he murmurs softly, watching he sink to his knees.

He swallows hard, reaching a hand down to brush through those blonde locks, gently nudging them back away from his face, wanting to see everything he does, every reaction that he gives.