[There is a lot about sex that Ace loves so far, the thrusts and pressure, he's very sensitive internally and anal suits him well, being held and pounded into, Smoker's weight over him and control, an orgasm that came as much from being taken as having his length stroked... All of this is good for him, there wasn't anything about getting fucked by Smoker that he didn't enjoy.
But nothing compares to Smoker finishing inside of him. He can feel his cock pulse, and there's a sensation that he can't quite put his finger on, but it's all a mess of slickness and claiming and almost frightening intensity. No one's ever been inside of him before, not this way anyway, and Ace clings and whines when he feels it.
This is what he wanted. And needed. And he doesn't even respond to Smoker's words at first, yes it was intense, it's been a minute and he's still almost in a state of shock about how good and intense this was for him. And Ace's hand is a little shaky as it leaves Smoker's back to light his cigars for him, he's still a little overwhelmed by this.
Gods, he loves this. Nothing else has made him feel this good. And his voice is still hard to find, a little slurred when he speaks.] Yeah, I'll remember it. But... [Ace presses a kiss against the side of Smoker's face, the hand still partially ignited reverting.] It kinda feels good to get permission. [Whether it's an issue of being allowed to do something, or a sort of obedience kink is unknown, he just knows that when Smoker says it's okay to do something, or encourages him to do something, it feels better than it would otherwise.]
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But nothing compares to Smoker finishing inside of him. He can feel his cock pulse, and there's a sensation that he can't quite put his finger on, but it's all a mess of slickness and claiming and almost frightening intensity. No one's ever been inside of him before, not this way anyway, and Ace clings and whines when he feels it.
This is what he wanted. And needed. And he doesn't even respond to Smoker's words at first, yes it was intense, it's been a minute and he's still almost in a state of shock about how good and intense this was for him. And Ace's hand is a little shaky as it leaves Smoker's back to light his cigars for him, he's still a little overwhelmed by this.
Gods, he loves this. Nothing else has made him feel this good. And his voice is still hard to find, a little slurred when he speaks.] Yeah, I'll remember it. But... [Ace presses a kiss against the side of Smoker's face, the hand still partially ignited reverting.] It kinda feels good to get permission. [Whether it's an issue of being allowed to do something, or a sort of obedience kink is unknown, he just knows that when Smoker says it's okay to do something, or encourages him to do something, it feels better than it would otherwise.]