He knows that, yes, and brushes his fingers through Sanji's hair, fingertips rubbing against his scalp... and then he's tugging a bit when lips tease at his cock, breath hitching as pleasure tingles up his nerves.

"Sanji," he murmurs softly, eyes closing briefly before he's opening them. He doesn't want to miss a second of what the chef is doing, in the visual of his lips around his length.

He gives a moan that he can't quite hold back, and doesn't really try.