Oh, you think you can satisfy me? [Yanno, despite calling him the best. Whatever.]
[Smoker rolls hard against Portgas, pretty much managing to give away that maybe that "needy" thing isn't just Ace, after all. Especially with how Smoker heavily tongues Ace's mouth, giving away just how much he's repressing his need to thrust deeper inside of Ace than he's allowed himself yet. Except mentally. Revenge for how he can't Ace out of his head or life.]
It might if you ever shut up. [But Smoker doesn't mean it. He needs Ace's chatterbox during sex to anchor him and make sure he's on the right track, to encourage him and focus him, and not let him overthink and overwhelm himself with doubts.]
[Smoker doesn't give any warning when he slides both fingers in, again, as impatient as he might have called Ace, he's REALLY not doing any better himself. Still, he tries to force himself to be gentle. No matter what Ace said, Smoker doesn't want his first time to tear him a new asshole. Literally. So it's a fucked up blend of harsh and gentle. Just like Smoker's smoke. He gently slides the fingers in, twists them and turns them around, moves to bite Ace's chest, and caress Ace's ass and leg with his other hand so Ace didn't freak out or tense up too much -- he hopes.]
Warm it up brat. [Mumbled between more kisses up Ace's jawline before practically deep throating his tongue into Ace's mouth again, rocking his hips in spite of himself -- and feeling like a god damn teenager for it! -- Before spreading the fingers gently apart and sliding them out to get more lube. And the look Smoker gave Ace as he pulled back even a sliver was nothing but pure lust, and feral enjoyment. Even Smoker's own bravado was pretty worked thin with having to admit how much he wanted this.]
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[Smoker rolls hard against Portgas, pretty much managing to give away that maybe that "needy" thing isn't just Ace, after all. Especially with how Smoker heavily tongues Ace's mouth, giving away just how much he's repressing his need to thrust deeper inside of Ace than he's allowed himself yet. Except mentally. Revenge for how he can't Ace out of his head or life.]
It might if you ever shut up. [But Smoker doesn't mean it. He needs Ace's chatterbox during sex to anchor him and make sure he's on the right track, to encourage him and focus him, and not let him overthink and overwhelm himself with doubts.]
[Smoker doesn't give any warning when he slides both fingers in, again, as impatient as he might have called Ace, he's REALLY not doing any better himself. Still, he tries to force himself to be gentle. No matter what Ace said, Smoker doesn't want his first time to tear him a new asshole. Literally. So it's a fucked up blend of harsh and gentle. Just like Smoker's smoke. He gently slides the fingers in, twists them and turns them around, moves to bite Ace's chest, and caress Ace's ass and leg with his other hand so Ace didn't freak out or tense up too much -- he hopes.]
Warm it up brat. [Mumbled between more kisses up Ace's jawline before practically deep throating his tongue into Ace's mouth again, rocking his hips in spite of himself -- and feeling like a god damn teenager for it! -- Before spreading the fingers gently apart and sliding them out to get more lube. And the look Smoker gave Ace as he pulled back even a sliver was nothing but pure lust, and feral enjoyment. Even Smoker's own bravado was pretty worked thin with having to admit how much he wanted this.]