[It's kind of a delightful blur after Ace orgasms. He registers Mine, and he nods in agreement, and he's a mess of oversensitivity and even though he's absolutely done there's still something wonderful about how it feels when Smoker speeds up. And Ace tries to keep up, but he's all but useless now. He doesn't know how to even word what he's feeling, it's so much, and he just moans as Smoker licks cum from his hand and fuck, he didn't think that could be so hot. And having Smoker finish inside of him gets a final shaken cry out of Ace, he's not even hard, he's too tired for more, but it's still as appealing the second time around.
He feels claimed, inside and out, and he's sore in a wonderful way and filled up and he doesn't know what to do. So he does nothing but kiss Smoker, worshipful little presses against his mouth, fire running over his shoulders still, anything to make him feel good and loved. Smoker is an asshole, he can be hurtful sometimes, and he's got one hell of a strange sense of humor. But Ace loves him, and he loves Ace, and they've found this place together that both of them need.
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He feels claimed, inside and out, and he's sore in a wonderful way and filled up and he doesn't know what to do. So he does nothing but kiss Smoker, worshipful little presses against his mouth, fire running over his shoulders still, anything to make him feel good and loved. Smoker is an asshole, he can be hurtful sometimes, and he's got one hell of a strange sense of humor. But Ace loves him, and he loves Ace, and they've found this place together that both of them need.
And nothing feels better to Ace than that.]