[Ace bites at his lower lip gently, focused as he slides the lubricant over Smoker's cock. It's incredibly exciting, and it gives him another rush of something that feels like control mixed with chaos. And then it's done, and he wipes his hand off on the sheet, even thought it's a pointless act, and fuck. Where does he go from here? It was easy with Smoker doing everything, guiding his motions and keeping everything moving smoothly. But this is a whole new ballgame.
It's not important that he's not particularly sure of what to do. It wouldn't be the first situation he's thrown himself into without being prepared properly. So he raises up onto his knees, takes Smoker into his hands, and fuck if he knows how to do this gracefully. But he lines him up, and simply forces himself to sink down onto him. What's the point of taking things slowly, anyway?
He whines, and just presses his hands against Smoker's chest. This position changes things up a lot, and it's taking him a minute to get used to it. Eyes shut tightly, breathing hard.]
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It's not important that he's not particularly sure of what to do. It wouldn't be the first situation he's thrown himself into without being prepared properly. So he raises up onto his knees, takes Smoker into his hands, and fuck if he knows how to do this gracefully. But he lines him up, and simply forces himself to sink down onto him. What's the point of taking things slowly, anyway?
He whines, and just presses his hands against Smoker's chest. This position changes things up a lot, and it's taking him a minute to get used to it. Eyes shut tightly, breathing hard.]