[Closes his eyes and visualizes both. Shit. They're both REALLY good. Both. All. Cowboy. And literally like that, Smoker's hard again, which doesn't surprise him in the least, because if Ace wanted to get him hard, Smoker doubts he could control his body to prevent it even on penalty of death.]

Fuck.

[Growls, kisses, and bites, sucking on Ace's bottom lip with a tug, sitting up and squashing out cigars.]

Ride my lap. But you're going to face me this time. In the future, I want your back so I can kiss your tattoo and freckles to my heart's content, but this time, I need to see your face. And have you watch mine.