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Portgas.

[Quiet growl.]

Taisa?

[grope grope]

Hands on the bars, idget.

[But squeezes the bike more with his knees, possibly Ace too, but it's only to keep in balance.]

[that feels good. Ace obeys though.

But tendrils of fire creep over Smoker's legs though and on his inner thighs and under his jacket.

uhuhuhu]

[BRIGHT RED.]

[MUST REMAIN MOSTLY UNAFFECTED.]

Portgas.

[Mentally cursing his voice for being a little shakier.]

Taisa?

[doop de doop. Nothing out of the ordinary here. Just driving along at a smooth pace on a moonlit evening. It's almost like a date!

Ace makes a mental note to bring that up later.

Also have more tickling fire]

[Sighs in Ace's ear, letting smoke tickle his neck. Um. Revenge???]

Your aim appears to be off. Unless you have even less control over your fire than you pretend.

[Okay, so it's admitting he's affected, but still, he played it cool at least.]

[shivers]

I know just where I'm going. [the fire gets a little more intense as if he lost some control at that but is now creeping up Smoker's neck to caress along his jawline]

Hah...

[He meant that to be a laugh but it came out a lot differently, and he clamps teeth hard on the cigars.]

I'm sure you do. [Sarcasm!]

[And he tries to move the hands enough to grab Ace's legs enough to make him jump, without letting go of the seat too.]

[Oh wait.]

[Smoke.]

[Yes. He can do this.]

[Pats!]

[But also tries to make it as obvious as possible that he's patting down Ace's fires... except that there aren't that many fires though, oops.]

[jumps and the bike swerves a bit. He can tell Smoker is putting out his fires but keeps them just hot enough so that Smoker can't put them out easily. The fire licks around Smoker's ears, and then slides over his temples like fingers]

Hm...

[Grunts at the fire on his ears, and the bike swerve, but chuckles when they don't spin out and --]

[alkjdlkasjdalskjd]

[Maybe it's just as well he's NOT driving, because he couldn't have begun to concentrate enough for it now gosh.]

[He's half tempted to tell Ace to pull over, but that would be admitting his failure to be unaffected.]

[Damn him.]

[But that's fine.]

[He'll just nuzzle into Ace's neck to put the fire out on side.]

[Brat.]

Don't crash.

[Mumbled softly in his ear.]

[Smoker is making it extremely difficult to stay focused. The nuzzle gets him more than he would like to admit and he lets out a shaky breath. There's just something about him being affectionate like that... his voice warm and growly in Ace's ear...

His eyes slide closed and he realizes he shouldn't do that and opens them again but only a fraction to see the road whizzing past.]

Mmmm. [it sounded more like he'd tasted something good than acknowledged what Smoker said and the fire is just everywhere on Smoker now, with a mind of its own]

Pull over, brat.

[Because they are totally going to crash if Ace keeps sparking like that and Smoker doesn't know how to adjust the bike handlebars from this angle, not even a little.]

[pulls over and kills the engine. Then turns in his seat, shifting up into Smoker's lap and pulls his head down to slip his tongue into Smoker's mouth.

...This was what he'd meant wasn't it?]

[Shit.]

[It wasn't...]

[But you know...]

[He's finding it hard to object.]

[Especially not when he's tossing away the cigar filters and putting both hands on Ace's head to kiss him harder and trying to steal the deepest taste of him he can.]

[It's just fire to replace the cigars.]

[Seriously.]

[Totally.]

[He can quit anytime he wants.]

[Just watch him.]

[don't quit. They've only just started. He's restless. Shifting. Making a noise at the return of the kiss and the feel of Smoker's gloved hands on his face. He pulls himself a little closer and explores Smoker's mouth more, trusting on him to keep the bike steady as Ace's feet aren't even on the ground anymore]

[Yup, he's balancing his bike, but already setting up a kickstand and shifting to let Ace do as he pleases, but ready to pick him up and carry him to against a tree as needed.]

[He is definitely in over his head, and he should probably figure out how to pull back, but he just returns the kisses, seeking out more heat, and running his hands down Ace's jaw, drinking in his features. Because really, Ace had looks to die for, and probably even Fujitora would notice.]

[he does not want to make out with Fujitora...

Still he slides his hands over Smoker's jaw, rubbing the curve of his ears with his thumb and pulls back a little though already missing the warmth]

What a great kisser you are, Taisa. [bites his lip and sucks on it] I just can't get enough of you.

[Blushes bright red.]

[Damn it.]

[Damn it.]

[Damn it.]

[Moves to suck down a small trail along Portgas' throat.]

Good nothing, I'm just addicted to the taste of flames. [Kisses and licks, biting slightly on Ace's shoulder, before moving the hat back so he can run a hand through Ace's hair.] That's all.

[Kisses lips, sucking lightly on the bottom one and tugging just to show he could, even as he takes the gloves off over Ace's shoulders, and then slides the bare hand down Ace's back to his ass, moving to put the gloves tucked away into the jacket pocket.]

I guess that's mutual then. [Another tugging kiss and bite, before gently affectionately kissing the tip of Ace's nose.]

[But really. He hasn't forgotten Adela. It's really REALLY important to him.]

[He just needs to figure something out.]

[And not fucking Portgas into his bed until the brat was a mewling happy puddle.]

[That would solve nothing.]

[Even if he was enjoying the mental image.]

Hum...

[Ace tilts his head to allow Smoker to do what he wanted, the heat of his mouth seeming to draw the fire right out. Fuck, it felt good. He wasn't sure if it was happiness or not but there was a sort of exhilaration.]

I'll give you more fire than ah... [the pull on his hair feels good when he wants it and the bite is even better. This is so bad. He's getting so deep but it feels too good to stop.

He tries to think of something else to say. Something cool or witty but then the unexpected feel of skin against his back sends that right out of him]

Shit... [he arches unconsciously, breathing raggedly at the warm sensation of Smoker's hand, grabbing onto his jacket and meeting the kiss-- then flushing at the nose kiss.]

Ah...

[shit...that was cute... but it made him feel like the cute one. What...what was he supposed to do with that?

Regain control that was what.

Right?

Right.

Ace kisses him again, sliding his tongue in to taste but also letting fire flicker along it since Smoker seems to like that. Also he wonders how it would feel to kiss that way, fire and smoke, danger and warmth.

He scrapes his short nails along the back of Smoker's neck, then begins massaging lightly, his other hand slipping to slide over his chest, around to his ribs, moving down the rest of him moving forward and higher onto Smoker's lap, shifting, wanting something more, something impossible to pull back from]

[Smoker grunted. The friction, the touch, the rough presses against him were driving him crazy. It was getting more difficult by the second to remind himself not to go further. Not to let it escalate. To also stay in control.]

[His cheeks and ears didn't even need to be set on fire, they were already red, hot, and steaming.]

[He picked Ace up by the ass, encouraging the brat to hold onto his waist with the legs so he could dismount from the bike and drag him off to make out heavier against a tree or a building, or maybe it was ruins -- he kind of wasn't paying attention. And somewhere in the back of his head there was the vague reminder that this meant they could be caught at this, and yet Smoker couldn't bring the rest of himself to particularly care. If he was going to do something, there was no sense in being ashamed of it.]

[The massage was driving him crazy, just like everything else, and he had to remember not to screw the brat through pavement, to stay strong, and hold him up, even if he couldn't bring himself to actually move his mouth away. Especially not with the fire just begging to be put out. Smoke and tongue lathed the flames, stoking them and trying to smother them all at once. He wanted more, he wanted to drown him in kisses, he wanted to wrestle as fire and smoke again, but this was just as good. The rush of trying not to give in, trying not to let Ace's pace overwhelm him, but still, he might as well have been white water rafting without a paddle. He was getting swept away, just trying not to lose his head completely underwater, and the part of him that was going with the flow, because that was the only way to navigate such rapids, was enjoying every inch of it, and it drove him mad.]

Portgas...

[He growls dark and low, insistent in Ace's ear after finally pulling back from the inhuman ethereal kiss.]

[He's not sure what he's asking for.]

[For Ace to be strong enough to tell him to stop? For more? He could stop them from going too far, but this was probably too far already. If there were lines, they'd definitely been crossed, and Portgas seemed determine to rub them right out of existence. Well, that was fine, it was all exceptional circumstances to begin with.]

[Another growl, and Smoker sucked down a path between Ace's ears and a freckled shoulder. It wasn't fair that someone younger than him should be able to unbalance him mentally so easily. Hell, it wasn't fair for anyone to do it. He needed to get back in control. Winning their fight. But the only way he knew to do that was to take things further. He bit the brat's earlobe in a light punishment and ran his thumbs and the palms over his hands over the inside and top of Ace's thighs. In a way, it was just as well that Portgas wasn't a woman, or Smoker would have had even less respect for himself giving in like this physically.]

[He was half tempted to tell Ace he was driving him crazy, because then Ace might take the triumph to heart and stop, but then that would make it untrue, wasn't it? Too complicated. Tashigi said to try simpler and this was about as simple as he got. Whether that was right was another matter entirely. So he kissed and bit Ace's mouth again, teasing him with a bit of smoke, breathe it in, and he'd choke. Or would have if he wasn't made of fire too. Damn him.]

Edited 2016-08-06 17:22 (UTC)

[Ace makes a startled noise at Smoker's hands on his ass, lifting him. It feels weird but good and he can feel his strength too in them, and his warmth. He wraps his legs around Smoker's waist to help him out and grunts as he's pressed against a smooth wall. Not that it would matter if it was gravel at this point.

He moaned at the taste of the smoke in his mouth and then gasped as Smoker pulled away, massaging and grinding against him, feeling how hard he was already. Damn... Damn this had never been so hot before... He kept massaging because Smoker seemed to like that.]

Fuck... [he knocked his head back against the wall, Smoker's hands on his thighs were tickling, driving him crazy, hotter than fire. And the voice made him shudder, sinking deep. He pulled at Smoker's hair, twisting his fingers in it, tugging on it. He wanted something he couldn't even name but he was burning up from the wanting, practically literally, soft flames leaping from his shoulders]

Smoker you... you're something else... [he melted into the kiss and sucked in the smoke that was offered, filling his cheeks with it and then blowing it out in a wiggling stream]

Are...hahh you going to regret this...hn, too?

Not half as much as if I make it stop.

[True story.]

[He flicks his tongue against the back of Ace's earlobe, biting down on a shoulder again, and let out a low hungry growl. He didn't do things halfway, for better or worse, and if he was going to make out with a pirate, he was damn certain he was going to make the most of it and do whatever he wanted.]

[He arched against Ace more than he meant to, but he could tell himself it was just to hold the pirate in place, to capture him and keep him from squirming out of control, even if Smoker was enjoying the squirming against him enough to try to get more of it.]

[The hands moved their way under the shorts, conveniently loose enough for him to play along the thighs, sliding upwards, though hardly all the way, just teasing, tickling more, half ghostly smoke fingertips coaxing downward, daring the brat to do something big and explosive, just so Smoker could deal with putting out the fires.]

[He moved to bite Ace's throat lightly before kissing again longer, harder, deeper, channeling all of his frustrations: whether sexual, aggravation, and just plain fighting the brat on another level, all right into the kiss like his life and sanity depended on it. He wasn't sure that they didn't. He'd been joking to Tashigi, but it wasn't completely untrue either.]

Fuck... [Grunted quietly, echoing Ace's sentiments, teetering on an edge of control and lack thereof.]

[Smoker closes his eyes again, and moves a hand to echo Ace's hand in his hair, by roughly shoving it through Ace's black hair, as if he needed more grip on the young man's head to gain access to everywhere else, but he dragged a long lick along Ace's jaw again, rough and drier than not, drinking in the taste.]

[This far and no further.]

[This night.]

[Even Smoker couldn't guarantee it would last that way.]

[But at least tonight he could still say with a clear conscience he more or less just kissed the brat.]

[Granted, it might have been a first base kind of kiss, but so long as it wasn't a double or homerun.]

Good.

[but even so Ace doesn't believe him. Still what does it matter right now? Especially when Smoker was everywhere, pressing against him, pressing them together so that aching fire went through him making him squirm and press back, giving up massaging to claw at his neck and gasp, grit his teeth, hold onto Smoker with his legs and hook them at the ankle so there was no danger in letting him go.

He startled a bit at Smoker's rough hands on his thighs and made a soft wanting noise that turned into a moan as the hands crept closer to where he most wanted them to go]

Fuck yes... [and the tendrils of smoke, barely felt tickled and drove him crazy. he squirmed, biting his lip, waiting for them to... but then they didn't...]

Damnit.

[he couldn't help but lean into the hand in his hair and growl in pleasure at the curse..., clawing his free hand down Smoker's chest... and then further... trailing fire recklessly, everywhere, flickering across his skin, skimming over his belt and then...

He dragged Smoker close, tonguing his ear before whispering]

I'm touching your dick again... [just before he actually did, feeling its length, testing its hardness through the rough fabric of the jeans, jerking it in short strokes.]

What are you going to do about it, Taisa?

[Smoker grunted at that, did his best to remain solid and not lean into the touch, just act unaffected still, even if it was long past the point of pretending he was.]

No one said you had to.

[Quietly whispered in Ace's ear, because he knew the brat would want more, was trying to get Smoker to stroke him back in revenge or punishment, but Smoker didn't play nice and refusing to play by the pirate's rulebook was exactly what he was going to do.]

Besides, [He gently kissed along Ace's jawline again, seemingly fascinated by the masculine yet still younger-seeming than he really was aspects of it, but contrasted that with a rough hand on the opposite side, dragging his fingers down it the way Portgas surely wanted Smoker's hands between his thighs. But no, Smoker wasn't going to play by Ace's tempo. He did it his own way or not at all. And he wanted to leave the pirate aching and wanting for more, for some reason. All the same, his right hand continued long soft strokes playing along the brat's thighs, always teasing with more, but never actually giving it.] I don't arrest pirates for what they might do, but for what they've already done.

[Which kind of gave away that he didn't mind the touch in retrospect, but whatever, he didn't. And he wasn't going to pretend he did. Besides, if he did, Portgas might try to use it as some bizarre leverage on him, and Smoker was definitely not going to let that happen.]

[He kissed and nipped his way to Ace's mouth again, kissing a lot more forcefully and deeper than even before, claiming his dominance over the situation, if not much else.]

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