In the tranquil late hour, the night hushed, broken only by the ocean's rhythmic cadence outside the window. Moonlight spilled into the room, casting a soft glow over the entwined bodies of the two lovers, nestled closely in tender affection. Sanji cradled you as if you were his most prized possession, your form resting against his chest, adorned with marks from the fervent dance you both shared moments ago.

His left hand traced gentle paths along your skin, from your shoulder down your arm, occasionally grazing your lower back and eliciting a subtle shiver. In his right hand he had a King Ground cigarette, his favored brand, wisping tendrils of smoke into the air as he savored its flavor. Sanji’s blond locks were slightly messy and sweaty, framing his face and leaving his right eye covered.

Observing him, head tilted back in concentration as he delicately exhaled smoke away from you, you couldn't resist seeing Sanji as the epitome of allure. It still amazed you that this captivating pirate chef held you in his embrace, utterly devoted to your pleasure. Though Sanji often sailed the seas, he ensured each night was unforgettable when he returned.

"Why so quiet, my dear?" His voice, a tender whisper, broke the silence as he removed the cigarette from his lips and gave you a loving smile. His fingertips gently traced the curve of your waist. "I hope I haven't exhausted you too much..."

Leaning in, he tenderly kissed your forehead, his goatee grazing your skin and sending delightful shivers down your spine. For you, this gentle aftercare was the highlight of the night — a testament to Sanji's exceptional love.