[And all of that anger rushes into confusion, and then a rush of love. Smoker is stupid with feelings and words, and he's hurtful when he wants to be. But dammit, he loves Ace too. Smoker loves Ace, and nothing feels as good as that right now. He's been acknowledged as good enough in bed, in public, in affection, and now the words are the sweetest confirmation. So he presses into the kiss, tongue pressing into Smoker's mouth, and it's as fiery and hot as the flames coming off of his shoulders and back are.
He's hyped up on love, on lust, on anger and raw emotions. And he breaks from the kiss, breathing hard.] I'm yours. Don't break me to quick, huh?
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He's hyped up on love, on lust, on anger and raw emotions. And he breaks from the kiss, breathing hard.] I'm yours. Don't break me to quick, huh?