C'mon, don't you like it when I call you daddy? [He might be arching up just a little, trying to pass it off as a normal stretch.] 'Cause I could be so good for you. And you know I'm in need of some guidance.
You didn't say if you liked it or not. [Sliding his hand down his hairless chest, so slowly, and then out of sight.] You gonna give me a little discipline? Turn me over a knee? [He's in full on young and trouble mode now. Not that it wasn't there before, but spankings. He's not sure that he's into the idea, but he would happily give it a chance.]
[DEFINITELY watching.] Yeah. Both. Take your lap front down in mine and give you a sharp smack. Maybe more than one since it'd take a bit to make any lessons with you stick.
[No, he won't, it's not Smoker's style, but he's kind of amused by this, and he isn't even pretending he's not.]
And then make sure you're nice and sensitive there and can't sit properly or even stand just right without thinking of me and my touch.
[This is a damn challenge now.] A good daddy shouldn't hurt his boy too much. Be careful with me. [He's still unsure on the idea of actually getting spanked, he's not a literal kid or anything, but damn the fact that he's getting Smoker to play along is a plus. This still feels a little weird to him, he's got massive parent based issues as is, but god the reactions are worth it.] You don't have to spank me to keep my mind on you. I think about you all the time.
Seriously? Come on, I'm putting on a show and you're not even playing along. [Ace huffs.] You need to get on that, I'm starting to get impatient. You're gonna get an even dirtier show next time, if I don't pounce before then. [Ace shakes his head.] So is the daddy thing hot or not? I don't wanna push it if you're not into it.
[Oh no. He adores this stupid brat and will fight everyone and everything to keep him to himself and never share.]
[Absolute favorite brat.]
Portgas... you could call me anything, and I'd find it hot. [Well, not so much the schoolgirl thing. He has limits. BUT ANYTHING ELSE.] So long as you're calling me.
[Oh god why is it so easy for Smoker to turn it back onto him with just a little sincerity? Ace is so weak against him, and he's pink cheeked and flustered at that response.] Well I'm gonna keep calling you.
I really want this, you know that. But it's not a joke, and it's not just for sex. I mean, I wanna know what you like. What turns you on, so I can make you feel good and please you. Both in bed and out of it.
[Ace is just a little fidgety, it's easy for him to sell the huge sexual savant act when he's the one doing it alone, but the moment Smoker says a word with any sort of push behind it Ace melts. And he's struggling now to decide if he wants to force this to go further, or if he's going to keep himself well behaved and not push Smoker.]
I want you so bad, it kinda hurts. Just hearing your voice makes me feel kinda crazy. [His chest rises and falls with the effort of more excited breathing, and he's still red in the face. ] I know I tease you, but it's because I need that, y'know? I wanna see how much you want me. Makes me feel good somehow.
[But he feels like this is too much vulnerable, too much sweetness. He's rolled over and showed a lot of his metaphorical belly in this talk already. So the brat comes back out once more.] C'mon daddy, don't neglect me. I'm giving you a lot to work with here.
[And then watching that fidgeting again with naked interest again.]
[And the cigars flat out snap in half, pretty much like Smoker's self-control when Ace says he really needs him.]
[He throws on his coat, literally heads to his bike, and lights a fesh set of cigars when he's in the garage, revving things up.]
All right, do you want me to come over or are you just--?
[RED RED RED.]
[HUFF.]
I know I said I'd give you direction but... [Snorts and shakes his head.] I can't. Not if you're going to be that...
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[Focusing on the cigars. Breathe. Gotta be steady enough to drive.]
Portgas, I wasn't kidding when I said you pretty much set my world on fire and wrote your name in the ashes.
I'm not good with words. I just... do what I want. You know?
[Kicks his feet into gear.]
I compartmentalize too. Don't try so hard.
I wasn't ever jealous over Faye, you know? I stepped aside for Namur, but he had a promise to someone and her on another world, I stepped aside for another guy who disappeared, and then Aizawa had a massive crush on her, and I stepped aside for him too, but he was worried he'd leave her and she'd be worse than ever. Go figure.
But you? Every time you're honest with me, real with me, fucking trust me... [CLOSES HIS EYES AND TAKES A DEEP BREATH before blowing a cloud of smoke directly up.] You blow me away, Portgas. In those moments if you asked me to find you some rare exotic flower, or level a mountain with my bare fists, or go diving exploring the ocean with Namur, I'd do it. All of it. Any of it.
The only times I stop overthinking are when I run on instinct with you. It's a little harder than before in some ways, and a little easier in others. I don't blend everything at once as well as you. You're honestly better at a lot of this shit than I am, and being older isn't enough to make up for it. So if you want to know how to lead me on a leash? You've got it. But I'm not as acrobatic as you. I don't switch gears well. It takes me longer than you to catch up to you. So really serious shit, you can distract me from if you want to. But if you want to deal with it, don't mix both in or I'll go insane.
More insane.
[Small grin.] Does that help?
So yeah, I can talk... anything you want. But if you'd rather fuck, I'm down for that too. But I'll pretty much be useless until I settle down and switch gears back to thinking. [Waves a hand.] I'm this way about work and fighting too. It's another reason I chose bikes. I don't get so absorbed I can't be interrupted.
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[For a moment Ace is stunned into silence, eyes wide and expression vulnerable and broken down. Because of what Smoker said, what Smoker would do for him, the sheer level of devotion between them is frightening. This is love, he swears it. It's a pulsing, twisting, burning, suffocating and yet somehow wonderful and addictive feeling, and his heart is beating so hard and he swears he can feel it in his head, as if the slamming rush is there and not in his body, and not mostly imagined.
Ace swears he can taste his own heartbeat, just from the noise. It's like everything that he held between them, every bit of defense left that he'd built up to try to protect himself in case Smoker wasn't serious about this, was just peeled away. Like invisible fingers had pushed their way up under his skin and into his heart and head, and ripped away what was left of his invisible walls. And dammit, if he wasn't so aroused, if he wasn't so excited, the emotion shift could have very well gone towards tears.
Ace is shaking. He doesn't realize it, but he's trembling and unable to really think at all about anything but Smoker. And his face shares some of that level of emotion in his expression for a moment, as it shifts between such youth and vulnerability, endless trust, and then an almost frightening amount of love. Ace doesn't hide his feelings well, not when he's been laid this bare emotionally, and Smoker gets to see the full brunt of Ace unable to hide what he feels for him at all.
It's too much, too fast. For anyone else anyway. But Ace is an addict for love, he needs it, lives on it, and he's already died once so he's not going to pretend to be sensible about anything. Besides, he's already waited on what he wants. He's been good and patient, and he's done with all of that holding back nonsense.
Smoker would do all of that for him. He'd do more, and it makes Ace feel like his world is collapsing. But it's not a bad thing, and he decides that he likes it.]
I wanna talk. I wanna lay down next to you, and I want to tell you everything. How I feel, and how you make me feel, and how damn real and good this is. How you're changing everything for me and throwing me off and how I like it. But I can't wait anymore. I've got to get you inside of me. So tell me where you wanna do this, and after you show me how you feel with your body, maybe we can get out some words too. But I'm too worked up, and I'm not gonna wait any longer.
[And indeed, Smoker clicks off so he can speed across town because if he leaves his comm on, there is no way in hell he'll make it safely this time.]
[He knocks at the door, but pretty much lets himself in, so Ace doesn't have to get it while wearing even less usual.] I brought booze this time. I don't want to hurt you, and I'm gonna as gentle as I fucking can, I promise, but it'll be easier if you're relaxed.
[Ace pats his bed, he's absolutely ready to get down to business, but he also wonders if he really needs to worry about being hurt. If alcohol is necessary to go through with this, it makes him wonder if he's missing something.] Maybe I'm not looking for gentle. [But gods, he'll take free alcohol any day.] I'm not gonna break or anything.
[Shuts the door and lets out a low needy groan. Fuck he doesn't even CARE that Ace is going in too fast for the both of them. From anyone else in the whole damn multiverse, he wouldn't want that statement. Wouldn't believe it. Wouldn't accept it. But as he'd already said, Portgas made Smoker wonder just how masochistic the brat really was sometimes.]
[He kicked off his boots along the way, tossed jacket and jitte, only barely remembered to retrieve everything else from the pockets and pretty much straight away mauled Ace's neck.]
I told you, brat.
[Pulls off his gloves with his teeth.] I'll get you hurt, but not until it's on my own damn timing, not yours.
[Gloves off, he dives for Ace's shorts to pull them out of the way, joining him completely, and still more mauling Ace's neck with kisses and small bites -- even tossing the cigars off for a bit. He's a man on a mission, which is to thoroughly fuck his pirate brat. Okay okay.]
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[Ace watches with shameless excitement at how much need is in Smoker's motions, how he tosses things away carelessly, because he needs to get at Ace. Needs to be near him, to claim him, nothing is sacred or important, the ground is good enough for their items. Smoker's jacket and jitte landing among the discarded mess of Ace's things. And then Smoker is against him, and Ace arches his neck, exposing more skin for Smoker to bite at.] Yeah, you tell me a lot of things.
[His voice is strained a little though, the bravado isn't quite as present, and damn, he didn't think he had a thing for gloves. They're gloves after all, but watching Smoker pull of his gloves with his teeth is delicious. And he squirms a little in response, especially when Smoker says he'll hurt him on his timing. It's one of those things that shouldn't be hot, but is, and he pushes at the waistband of his shorts and lifts his hips while Smoker pulls. And damn, being exposed to him is one of the hottest things in the world to Ace.
Ace shifts so his legs are apart, arms around Smoker, and he goes after his ear with reckless abandon. Tongue sliding up the lobe, teeth grazing, he remembered what kind of reaction he'd gotten before and he wants it again. And it also gives him a feeling of power, somehow. That he's got a real standing here, and can make Smoker feel just as worked up and aroused.]
[There's an arrogant smirk, but it doesn't last long as Smoker decides that Ace doesn't look quite ravished enough yet, and then there's the bite to his ear, and Smoker trembles his whole body over, really losing control at that.]
Brat.
[A small snort, but both hands go to gripping Ace's thighs, thumbs caressing gently on the insides and Smoker growls more, sucking harder and with still more need on Ace's neck and throat, letting his brat have all the access he wants to his ears. And then fuck it, he tosses the condom and lube on the bed somewhere, and throws off the jeans, before possessively claiming Ace's mouth for his own too.]
Impatient, needy, fiery... brat. Mine. [Mumbled and growled between bites and sucks as Smoker throws the jeans on the floor and moves to spread Ace out completely likewise claiming his wrists and arms until he can decide a better purpose for them.]
You like me when I'm bratty. I dunno if I'd be much fun for you if I didn't push a little.
[He gets one hard suck in on Smoker's ear, and this time actually bites down. Not hard enough to break skin, but it was meant to be felt. And his tongue moves gently, apologetically almost. And he watches with quiet interest at what was tossed down, and Smoker's jeans are off, and hell yes, this is getting somewhere.]
Yeah, all yours. No one else's. So claim me. Prove it. [Ace doesn't know what to do, he's truly held down and he likes it, but it doesn't give him much to do. So he grinds hard against Smoker, using his hips to show how eager he is. How much he needs him. And that just leads to that sort of friction that makes him gasp, because he's literally rubbing his crotch against Smoker, there's something beyond lewd about this, and it makes it hard to play like he's got any sense of composure right now.] And you're mine. I'm glad you had some fun before me, but I'm not sharing.
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[His ears are probably smoking.]
[Any other day he'd almost admire the sheer fucking audacity.]
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When I said I wanted to look after G5 like Whitebeard did for pirates like you, I didn't mean as a parent.
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[No, he won't, it's not Smoker's style, but he's kind of amused by this, and he isn't even pretending he's not.]
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Portgas... you could call me anything, and I'd find it hot. [Well, not so much the schoolgirl thing. He has limits. BUT ANYTHING ELSE.] So long as you're calling me.
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[And then watching that fidgeting again with naked interest again.]
[And the cigars flat out snap in half, pretty much like Smoker's self-control when Ace says he really needs him.]
[He throws on his coat, literally heads to his bike, and lights a fesh set of cigars when he's in the garage, revving things up.]
All right, do you want me to come over or are you just--?
[RED RED RED.]
[HUFF.]
I know I said I'd give you direction but... [Snorts and shakes his head.] I can't. Not if you're going to be that...
[Huff puff.]
[Focusing on the cigars. Breathe. Gotta be steady enough to drive.]
Portgas, I wasn't kidding when I said you pretty much set my world on fire and wrote your name in the ashes.
I'm not good with words. I just... do what I want. You know?
[Kicks his feet into gear.]
I compartmentalize too. Don't try so hard.
I wasn't ever jealous over Faye, you know? I stepped aside for Namur, but he had a promise to someone and her on another world, I stepped aside for another guy who disappeared, and then Aizawa had a massive crush on her, and I stepped aside for him too, but he was worried he'd leave her and she'd be worse than ever. Go figure.
But you? Every time you're honest with me, real with me, fucking trust me... [CLOSES HIS EYES AND TAKES A DEEP BREATH before blowing a cloud of smoke directly up.] You blow me away, Portgas. In those moments if you asked me to find you some rare exotic flower, or level a mountain with my bare fists, or go diving exploring the ocean with Namur, I'd do it. All of it. Any of it.
The only times I stop overthinking are when I run on instinct with you. It's a little harder than before in some ways, and a little easier in others. I don't blend everything at once as well as you. You're honestly better at a lot of this shit than I am, and being older isn't enough to make up for it. So if you want to know how to lead me on a leash? You've got it. But I'm not as acrobatic as you. I don't switch gears well. It takes me longer than you to catch up to you. So really serious shit, you can distract me from if you want to. But if you want to deal with it, don't mix both in or I'll go insane.
More insane.
[Small grin.] Does that help?
So yeah, I can talk... anything you want. But if you'd rather fuck, I'm down for that too. But I'll pretty much be useless until I settle down and switch gears back to thinking. [Waves a hand.] I'm this way about work and fighting too. It's another reason I chose bikes. I don't get so absorbed I can't be interrupted.
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Ace swears he can taste his own heartbeat, just from the noise. It's like everything that he held between them, every bit of defense left that he'd built up to try to protect himself in case Smoker wasn't serious about this, was just peeled away. Like invisible fingers had pushed their way up under his skin and into his heart and head, and ripped away what was left of his invisible walls. And dammit, if he wasn't so aroused, if he wasn't so excited, the emotion shift could have very well gone towards tears.
Ace is shaking. He doesn't realize it, but he's trembling and unable to really think at all about anything but Smoker. And his face shares some of that level of emotion in his expression for a moment, as it shifts between such youth and vulnerability, endless trust, and then an almost frightening amount of love. Ace doesn't hide his feelings well, not when he's been laid this bare emotionally, and Smoker gets to see the full brunt of Ace unable to hide what he feels for him at all.
It's too much, too fast. For anyone else anyway. But Ace is an addict for love, he needs it, lives on it, and he's already died once so he's not going to pretend to be sensible about anything. Besides, he's already waited on what he wants. He's been good and patient, and he's done with all of that holding back nonsense.
Smoker would do all of that for him. He'd do more, and it makes Ace feel like his world is collapsing. But it's not a bad thing, and he decides that he likes it.]
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I'm on my way.
[And indeed, Smoker clicks off so he can speed across town because if he leaves his comm on, there is no way in hell he'll make it safely this time.]
[He knocks at the door, but pretty much lets himself in, so Ace doesn't have to get it while wearing even less usual.] I brought booze this time. I don't want to hurt you, and I'm gonna as gentle as I fucking can, I promise, but it'll be easier if you're relaxed.
[And also condoms and lube.]
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[Shuts the door and lets out a low needy groan. Fuck he doesn't even CARE that Ace is going in too fast for the both of them. From anyone else in the whole damn multiverse, he wouldn't want that statement. Wouldn't believe it. Wouldn't accept it. But as he'd already said, Portgas made Smoker wonder just how masochistic the brat really was sometimes.]
[He kicked off his boots along the way, tossed jacket and jitte, only barely remembered to retrieve everything else from the pockets and pretty much straight away mauled Ace's neck.]
I told you, brat.
[Pulls off his gloves with his teeth.] I'll get you hurt, but not until it's on my own damn timing, not yours.
[Gloves off, he dives for Ace's shorts to pull them out of the way, joining him completely, and still more mauling Ace's neck with kisses and small bites -- even tossing the cigars off for a bit. He's a man on a mission, which is to thoroughly fuck his pirate brat. Okay okay.]
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[His voice is strained a little though, the bravado isn't quite as present, and damn, he didn't think he had a thing for gloves. They're gloves after all, but watching Smoker pull of his gloves with his teeth is delicious. And he squirms a little in response, especially when Smoker says he'll hurt him on his timing. It's one of those things that shouldn't be hot, but is, and he pushes at the waistband of his shorts and lifts his hips while Smoker pulls. And damn, being exposed to him is one of the hottest things in the world to Ace.
Ace shifts so his legs are apart, arms around Smoker, and he goes after his ear with reckless abandon. Tongue sliding up the lobe, teeth grazing, he remembered what kind of reaction he'd gotten before and he wants it again. And it also gives him a feeling of power, somehow. That he's got a real standing here, and can make Smoker feel just as worked up and aroused.]
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[There's an arrogant smirk, but it doesn't last long as Smoker decides that Ace doesn't look quite ravished enough yet, and then there's the bite to his ear, and Smoker trembles his whole body over, really losing control at that.]
Brat.
[A small snort, but both hands go to gripping Ace's thighs, thumbs caressing gently on the insides and Smoker growls more, sucking harder and with still more need on Ace's neck and throat, letting his brat have all the access he wants to his ears. And then fuck it, he tosses the condom and lube on the bed somewhere, and throws off the jeans, before possessively claiming Ace's mouth for his own too.]
Impatient, needy, fiery... brat. Mine. [Mumbled and growled between bites and sucks as Smoker throws the jeans on the floor and moves to spread Ace out completely likewise claiming his wrists and arms until he can decide a better purpose for them.]
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[He gets one hard suck in on Smoker's ear, and this time actually bites down. Not hard enough to break skin, but it was meant to be felt. And his tongue moves gently, apologetically almost. And he watches with quiet interest at what was tossed down, and Smoker's jeans are off, and hell yes, this is getting somewhere.]
Yeah, all yours. No one else's. So claim me. Prove it. [Ace doesn't know what to do, he's truly held down and he likes it, but it doesn't give him much to do. So he grinds hard against Smoker, using his hips to show how eager he is. How much he needs him. And that just leads to that sort of friction that makes him gasp, because he's literally rubbing his crotch against Smoker, there's something beyond lewd about this, and it makes it hard to play like he's got any sense of composure right now.] And you're mine. I'm glad you had some fun before me, but I'm not sharing.
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