[There's a few gears already starting to roll again in Smoker's brain.]
[He growls and bites Ace's throat, sucking on it without a care in the world, and finally moves to get out of Ace's ass, though he notes to himself, he might still wind up in there again tonight alone, and drapes over the smaller brat like a blanket, even if Ace is the one warming him up.]
[Permission. Hm.]
[More biting and sucking at that.]
[Smoker can't decide yet. He kind of likes it. The power, for one. The trust, absolutely.]
[He roughly drags his own nails bluntly down Ace's chest just to be pain.]
[Still... Smoker worries though. He shouldn't... but Impel Down could do a number on anyone. Would. And Ace feared being hated, and especially clung to Smoker's impressions of him, enough he was already agreeing to obey most laws, stay good, and even beg Smoker -- even as a joke.]
[The roughness turned gently again and Smoker affectionately kissed and nuzzled Ace all over.]
Listen, brat.
[A firm growl as he holds Ace down with one hand through Ace's messy, and getting messier -- hair.]
I heard you didn't take orders from Whitebeard. You said in front of all the marines, and the whole world, you disobeyed him. And no matter what your crew said back, I believe you, not them. But you disobey me even once and you're going to hate every damn consequence it brings, and I'll hate delivering them.
[Kisses demandingly, full throated again, and then slowly in a line down Ace's throat.]
[It's hard to say what he means. To even identify it.]
[Trust, equals. Friends. Lovers.] I always get my way. [Bites and sucks on his earlobe.]
Give me too much over you, and I'll definitely take advantage.
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[He growls and bites Ace's throat, sucking on it without a care in the world, and finally moves to get out of Ace's ass, though he notes to himself, he might still wind up in there again tonight alone, and drapes over the smaller brat like a blanket, even if Ace is the one warming him up.]
[Permission. Hm.]
[More biting and sucking at that.]
[Smoker can't decide yet. He kind of likes it. The power, for one. The trust, absolutely.]
[He roughly drags his own nails bluntly down Ace's chest just to be pain.]
[Still... Smoker worries though. He shouldn't... but Impel Down could do a number on anyone. Would. And Ace feared being hated, and especially clung to Smoker's impressions of him, enough he was already agreeing to obey most laws, stay good, and even beg Smoker -- even as a joke.]
[The roughness turned gently again and Smoker affectionately kissed and nuzzled Ace all over.]
Listen, brat.
[A firm growl as he holds Ace down with one hand through Ace's messy, and getting messier -- hair.]
I heard you didn't take orders from Whitebeard. You said in front of all the marines, and the whole world, you disobeyed him. And no matter what your crew said back, I believe you, not them. But you disobey me even once and you're going to hate every damn consequence it brings, and I'll hate delivering them.
[Kisses demandingly, full throated again, and then slowly in a line down Ace's throat.]
[It's hard to say what he means. To even identify it.]
[Trust, equals. Friends. Lovers.] I always get my way. [Bites and sucks on his earlobe.]
Give me too much over you, and I'll definitely take advantage.