[Smoker shudders in bliss. He's already addicted and he knows it. He wants the taste of Ace constantly on his lips and tongue, the buzz of the heat at his beck and call more than oxygen. The dangerous spark that impossibly made him feel more alive than ever.]
[And as fire drenches Smoker's skin, everything lights up for him. Like clarity or a Christmas tree. It should be opposite, he's pretty sure. Hazier than ever, certainly not less, but that's how it is. Like a lighthouse in a storm. Because if earning all this trust from a pirate is wrong, that's okay, Smoker doesnt want to be right.]
Keep talking.
[It's because they're alike, even when they're not. Because Ace will either keep talking no matter what, or he'll pull some new game of being stubborn just for the sake of keeping Smoker on his toes, and either way, it's the kind of thing they both live for.]
Fuck, I needed this.
[He laughs a little at himself, and keeping Ace on his toes, this time adds a third finger. All bunched up at first, absolutely drenched, but still no warning ever. Besides, he liked the way Ace sounded last time.]
I think I'm already addicted to your stupid freckles. [Gently nibbles a shoulder and groans into it. Smoker underestimated just what feeling Portgas like this would do to him. Since he'd never known about the first Portgas' virginity, he hasn't gone out of his way to try to be careful. And he was still in a completely different mindset back then, things he thought were important still weighing on him. Not that he was completely unburdened this time either, but the questions about his loyalty and commitment to justice were extremely different this time around.]
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[And as fire drenches Smoker's skin, everything lights up for him. Like clarity or a Christmas tree. It should be opposite, he's pretty sure. Hazier than ever, certainly not less, but that's how it is. Like a lighthouse in a storm. Because if earning all this trust from a pirate is wrong, that's okay, Smoker doesnt want to be right.]
Keep talking.
[It's because they're alike, even when they're not. Because Ace will either keep talking no matter what, or he'll pull some new game of being stubborn just for the sake of keeping Smoker on his toes, and either way, it's the kind of thing they both live for.]
Fuck, I needed this.
[He laughs a little at himself, and keeping Ace on his toes, this time adds a third finger. All bunched up at first, absolutely drenched, but still no warning ever. Besides, he liked the way Ace sounded last time.]
I think I'm already addicted to your stupid freckles. [Gently nibbles a shoulder and groans into it. Smoker underestimated just what feeling Portgas like this would do to him. Since he'd never known about the first Portgas' virginity, he hasn't gone out of his way to try to be careful. And he was still in a completely different mindset back then, things he thought were important still weighing on him. Not that he was completely unburdened this time either, but the questions about his loyalty and commitment to justice were extremely different this time around.]
I want to stack them. [Said apropos of nothing.]