Damn, that's good. [Ace arches up, hips moving already, this is a nice sort of appeasement. And he reaches his hand behind him, fingers grasping for Smoker's length, stroking experimentally. And his face colors red at the way it feels, touching Smoker is just as good as being touched.
He will speaks to him later, about what he said. About how much it ached, or at least he intends to. But for now, all is forgiven and almost forgotten. And he's willing to play nicely for the sake of a good evening.]
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He will speaks to him later, about what he said. About how much it ached, or at least he intends to. But for now, all is forgiven and almost forgotten. And he's willing to play nicely for the sake of a good evening.]