[Ace is still for a moment, free of flames, just enjoying the feeling of resting on Smoker's strong chest, listening to him breathe, enjoying the petting and attention because nothing feels as safe and good as this. He's had all the proof he needs to be more confident in this relationship, he feels so claimed, and a thousand times freer than he ever expected. Like a cat that can run free but always knows where it's home is. Where it belongs.

And right now, this is where he belongs. With Smoker.

Ace blinks lazilly at the cigars being grabbed, and he offers up a shaky hand with ignited fingers to light them up. And then it's back to snuggling up. The only thing that he does after that is ignite himself on the inside only to clean up, he wants to keep Smoker's cum inside of him, he wants to feel it there, but he's getting uncomfortable and the idea of getting up to clean up is strongly rejected. So it's a flash of heat, and he feels better. And now nothing is getting in the way of this sleepy, wonderful afterglow.] Good. 'Cause I'd be mad if you got up and left before I fell asleep. [He lifts his head a little, to peer at Smoker.] You liked it, right? I wanted to show you that I could, just because of you.