Maybe. [A grunt that turns into a whistling intake of breath through teeth, both eyes clenched shut as Ace sucks and bites hard on his ear. His shoulders shake all over again, and as Ace's tongue laps it soothingly, Smoker's body careens against Ace's managing somehow to be even needier than Portgas'. Embarrassing. Or it would be, if Smoker gave a fuck. Right now he's too interested in doing the fucking.]
[He squints a little in surprise at Ace's response. The sheer... receptiveness. THE COMPLETELY ASSHOLE side of Smoker (which was debatably ALL of him) wants to call Ace even more of an idiot than he ever thought possible. Because no one should embrace being suffocated by smoke and smothered and -- well whatever. No one should embrace being constantly burned by a dead fire brat, but here he was, again, right?]
[There's another growl Smoker can't hold back, sucking on Ace's throat and rolling his own hips hard down on Ace's. His hands trailed down Ace's chest and grabbed his legs, massaging them again and pulling them to where he wanted. Fidgety brat. Smoker's fidgety brat.]
[Smoker's ears flick in amusement, and he nuzzles between Ace's neck and shoulder.] That so, brat?
[Small kisses between what's exposed. Since his first date with Augustine, Smoker had wondered. Was it cheating? Worried. How would Portgas feel about it? A huge part of him thought the brat wouldn't care. Might even WANT Smoker to go make friends again, especially since it was Ace's fault he was even thinking of trying in the first place. With Faye, he'd been sure of it. They had just enough in common. But at the same time, a small part of Smoker had always been stupidly loyal like a god damn dog to Portgas. In a way he couldn't explain or justify even to himself. Addiction? Or maybe it was like he told Augustine, Portgas started it, so it was his responsibility to deal with the fucking mess he made of Smoker. Something like that.]
Part of me will always be yours. Always has been. That part that calls you my equal.
[It went deeper than just Genessia. Like Smoker said, Ace's words affected Smoker so much he'd changed his manner of thinking and being because of him. He could never get him out of his head. Much like Roger.]
[And maybe Ace is just playing again. Smoker never can tell. Can never make heads or tails of Ace most times. He's starting to enjoy it that way. Prefer it.]
But you better stick around brat. [Not like will or choice had anything to do with it, or Smoker would have been gone years ago.]
[He covers a trail between Ace's ear and shoulder in kisses again, rolls and grinds their hips together, and reaches for the lube.] Just because I've got your fingerprints burned into every part of my existence won't stop me from wandering if you're not around to remind me who's the best I've ever had.
[Oh. He didn't count on admitting that, and Smoker's own face goes scarlet, surprised with himself. Was Ace the best? Well... depending on best. Most significant though. Easily. Most life-changing.... and for the better. He wouldn't have nearly anything that kept him sane if not for Portgas... and wasn't that ironic? Since Portgas himself drove him completely crazy.]
[Smoker snorted and bit Ace's chest, putting lube on a finger or two.] Don't think too much on it. [Hard to say if he's telling himself or Ace that. Maybe both.]
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[He squints a little in surprise at Ace's response. The sheer... receptiveness. THE COMPLETELY ASSHOLE side of Smoker (which was debatably ALL of him) wants to call Ace even more of an idiot than he ever thought possible. Because no one should embrace being suffocated by smoke and smothered and -- well whatever. No one should embrace being constantly burned by a dead fire brat, but here he was, again, right?]
[There's another growl Smoker can't hold back, sucking on Ace's throat and rolling his own hips hard down on Ace's. His hands trailed down Ace's chest and grabbed his legs, massaging them again and pulling them to where he wanted. Fidgety brat. Smoker's fidgety brat.]
[Smoker's ears flick in amusement, and he nuzzles between Ace's neck and shoulder.] That so, brat?
[Small kisses between what's exposed. Since his first date with Augustine, Smoker had wondered. Was it cheating? Worried. How would Portgas feel about it? A huge part of him thought the brat wouldn't care. Might even WANT Smoker to go make friends again, especially since it was Ace's fault he was even thinking of trying in the first place. With Faye, he'd been sure of it. They had just enough in common. But at the same time, a small part of Smoker had always been stupidly loyal like a god damn dog to Portgas. In a way he couldn't explain or justify even to himself. Addiction? Or maybe it was like he told Augustine, Portgas started it, so it was his responsibility to deal with the fucking mess he made of Smoker. Something like that.]
Part of me will always be yours. Always has been. That part that calls you my equal.
[It went deeper than just Genessia. Like Smoker said, Ace's words affected Smoker so much he'd changed his manner of thinking and being because of him. He could never get him out of his head. Much like Roger.]
[And maybe Ace is just playing again. Smoker never can tell. Can never make heads or tails of Ace most times. He's starting to enjoy it that way. Prefer it.]
But you better stick around brat. [Not like will or choice had anything to do with it, or Smoker would have been gone years ago.]
[He covers a trail between Ace's ear and shoulder in kisses again, rolls and grinds their hips together, and reaches for the lube.] Just because I've got your fingerprints burned into every part of my existence won't stop me from wandering if you're not around to remind me who's the best I've ever had.
[Oh. He didn't count on admitting that, and Smoker's own face goes scarlet, surprised with himself. Was Ace the best? Well... depending on best. Most significant though. Easily. Most life-changing.... and for the better. He wouldn't have nearly anything that kept him sane if not for Portgas... and wasn't that ironic? Since Portgas himself drove him completely crazy.]
[Smoker snorted and bit Ace's chest, putting lube on a finger or two.] Don't think too much on it. [Hard to say if he's telling himself or Ace that. Maybe both.]