[Smoker lets go, both hands clenched in the bed sheets for a bit, but as he watches Ace go at it, his shoulders tremble even without flames or ear sucks, and the sheets aren't fucking enough.]
[So the hands go back on Ace, but in his hair, pulling his neck back so Smoker can savage his throat and chin, marking him if Ace didn't switch to logia to heal it, and the other hand caressing Ace all damn over. Shoulders, chest and nipple, back, hips, ass, legs.]
[If Smoker had cigars in his mouth they'd be bitten in half, and as it is, he's using his remaining shreds of self control not to take back control so he can keep it on his pace and even and steady. This is why the first Portgas had to wrestle Smoker for it, and Smoker rarely gave it up easily. Even with Faye.]
Just do it.
[He knows Ace's body a little better, so fuck it, if Ace doesn't stop him, he's going to cheat with using smoke to downright massage the inside of Ace and brush his prostate as needed.]
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[So the hands go back on Ace, but in his hair, pulling his neck back so Smoker can savage his throat and chin, marking him if Ace didn't switch to logia to heal it, and the other hand caressing Ace all damn over. Shoulders, chest and nipple, back, hips, ass, legs.]
[If Smoker had cigars in his mouth they'd be bitten in half, and as it is, he's using his remaining shreds of self control not to take back control so he can keep it on his pace and even and steady. This is why the first Portgas had to wrestle Smoker for it, and Smoker rarely gave it up easily. Even with Faye.]
Just do it.
[He knows Ace's body a little better, so fuck it, if Ace doesn't stop him, he's going to cheat with using smoke to downright massage the inside of Ace and brush his prostate as needed.]