That's so. I'm not going to blame you for roaming if I'm not here to satisfy you.
[Ace is not going to tolerate Smoker going to someone else for sweetness and sex if he's still here and ready for him, happy to take whatever he wants to give and then some. He wouldn't dare be so hatefully possessive to try to get a claim for life, or to try to keep him from the arms of another if Ace was to leave somehow. And he's not bitter about those who came before him, of the people that warmed the bed when Smoker had needs to be fulfilled. And in a way, he's grateful for them. He still doesn't want to think about them much though, or Smoker with them.
It's complicated.]
But I am. So enough thinking, let's get to the doing business. [Ace shivers at the idea of being the best though, the one who's made it that good for Smoker, but it's also his past self he thinks that Smoker's talking about. Someone with a different touch, a different take, and he's struggling a little somehow. The only person he's really jealous about being with Smoker? Himself. And he arches into the bite, hands grasping, fingers pressing in with a raised heat but no flames. Raking and moving as if he can prove that Smoker is his through touch alone.
This is actually going to happen. And he's not afraid at all, he's burning up inside with excitement and he feels like he's the one that's going to go up in smoke. Like everything material about him might just dissipate if he doesn't calm down, and his heart is pulsing in a way that seems to loud. Too strong. This is almost too much and he's just barely been touched at all.] This... [He raises his hips a little, out of pure impatience. He feels so helpless, so at Smoker's whims, and he likes it.] This is really happening, damn.
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[Ace is not going to tolerate Smoker going to someone else for sweetness and sex if he's still here and ready for him, happy to take whatever he wants to give and then some. He wouldn't dare be so hatefully possessive to try to get a claim for life, or to try to keep him from the arms of another if Ace was to leave somehow. And he's not bitter about those who came before him, of the people that warmed the bed when Smoker had needs to be fulfilled. And in a way, he's grateful for them. He still doesn't want to think about them much though, or Smoker with them.
It's complicated.]
But I am. So enough thinking, let's get to the doing business. [Ace shivers at the idea of being the best though, the one who's made it that good for Smoker, but it's also his past self he thinks that Smoker's talking about. Someone with a different touch, a different take, and he's struggling a little somehow. The only person he's really jealous about being with Smoker? Himself. And he arches into the bite, hands grasping, fingers pressing in with a raised heat but no flames. Raking and moving as if he can prove that Smoker is his through touch alone.
This is actually going to happen. And he's not afraid at all, he's burning up inside with excitement and he feels like he's the one that's going to go up in smoke. Like everything material about him might just dissipate if he doesn't calm down, and his heart is pulsing in a way that seems to loud. Too strong. This is almost too much and he's just barely been touched at all.] This... [He raises his hips a little, out of pure impatience. He feels so helpless, so at Smoker's whims, and he likes it.] This is really happening, damn.