[Smoker's hand on Ace's shoulder moves instantly so he can clench it into a tight fist, and it's all Smoker can do to breathe.]
[It's so fucking different than any other time before, and razor sharp in intensity consequently. Usually fucking Ace is making love to a wildfire, a complete storm and tornado that Smoker has to fight with his whole existence not to lose himself completely and get swept away, to stay in control. Here, even with all the control ostensibly in his hands, where Ace was usually so cocksure of himself, always did what he wanted, and Smoker, to an extent, just gave up and let him; having Ace obeying his orders, not timid, but for once not aggressively tackling Smoker, trying to pin him down, it's the most surreal thing, and Smoker has never wanted to fuck the brat as badly as he does that very second.]
[A deep inhale, Smoker's shoulder's tremble, and he has no god damn words. He's not that great at giving orders to begin with. He usually trusts everyone to figure out what to do.]
[But it's the same as always with Ace, he's not overthinking it at least, because it's impossible to think at all with Portgas sucking him off. So he cuts straight to the point.]
Again. More.. saliva. [Growls and bites his cheek, balling the fist tighter, and it's trembling on Ace's shoulder and the hand in his hair stills, quivering with Smoker's lack of restraint.] Get it as wet as you can, because I'm going to fuck you so damn hard, you --
Fuck.
[Wasn't Ace supposed to be the near teenager? Wasn't Smoker in his forties?! Which of them was the one in control here????]
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[Smoker's hand on Ace's shoulder moves instantly so he can clench it into a tight fist, and it's all Smoker can do to breathe.]
[It's so fucking different than any other time before, and razor sharp in intensity consequently. Usually fucking Ace is making love to a wildfire, a complete storm and tornado that Smoker has to fight with his whole existence not to lose himself completely and get swept away, to stay in control. Here, even with all the control ostensibly in his hands, where Ace was usually so cocksure of himself, always did what he wanted, and Smoker, to an extent, just gave up and let him; having Ace obeying his orders, not timid, but for once not aggressively tackling Smoker, trying to pin him down, it's the most surreal thing, and Smoker has never wanted to fuck the brat as badly as he does that very second.]
[A deep inhale, Smoker's shoulder's tremble, and he has no god damn words. He's not that great at giving orders to begin with. He usually trusts everyone to figure out what to do.]
[But it's the same as always with Ace, he's not overthinking it at least, because it's impossible to think at all with Portgas sucking him off. So he cuts straight to the point.]
Again. More.. saliva. [Growls and bites his cheek, balling the fist tighter, and it's trembling on Ace's shoulder and the hand in his hair stills, quivering with Smoker's lack of restraint.] Get it as wet as you can, because I'm going to fuck you so damn hard, you --
Fuck.
[Wasn't Ace supposed to be the near teenager? Wasn't Smoker in his forties?! Which of them was the one in control here????]