[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...
[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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[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.
Maybe. [A grunt that turns into a whistling intake of breath through teeth, both eyes clenched shut as Ace sucks and bites hard on his ear. His shoulders shake all over again, and as Ace's tongue laps it soothingly, Smoker's body careens against Ace's managing somehow to be even needier than Portgas'. Embarrassing. Or it would be, if Smoker gave a fuck. Right now he's too interested in doing the fucking.]
[He squints a little in surprise at Ace's response. The sheer... receptiveness. THE COMPLETELY ASSHOLE side of Smoker (which was debatably ALL of him) wants to call Ace even more of an idiot than he ever thought possible. Because no one should embrace being suffocated by smoke and smothered and -- well whatever. No one should embrace being constantly burned by a dead fire brat, but here he was, again, right?]
[There's another growl Smoker can't hold back, sucking on Ace's throat and rolling his own hips hard down on Ace's. His hands trailed down Ace's chest and grabbed his legs, massaging them again and pulling them to where he wanted. Fidgety brat. Smoker's fidgety brat.]
[Smoker's ears flick in amusement, and he nuzzles between Ace's neck and shoulder.] That so, brat?
[Small kisses between what's exposed. Since his first date with Augustine, Smoker had wondered. Was it cheating? Worried. How would Portgas feel about it? A huge part of him thought the brat wouldn't care. Might even WANT Smoker to go make friends again, especially since it was Ace's fault he was even thinking of trying in the first place. With Faye, he'd been sure of it. They had just enough in common. But at the same time, a small part of Smoker had always been stupidly loyal like a god damn dog to Portgas. In a way he couldn't explain or justify even to himself. Addiction? Or maybe it was like he told Augustine, Portgas started it, so it was his responsibility to deal with the fucking mess he made of Smoker. Something like that.]
Part of me will always be yours. Always has been. That part that calls you my equal.
[It went deeper than just Genessia. Like Smoker said, Ace's words affected Smoker so much he'd changed his manner of thinking and being because of him. He could never get him out of his head. Much like Roger.]
[And maybe Ace is just playing again. Smoker never can tell. Can never make heads or tails of Ace most times. He's starting to enjoy it that way. Prefer it.]
But you better stick around brat. [Not like will or choice had anything to do with it, or Smoker would have been gone years ago.]
[He covers a trail between Ace's ear and shoulder in kisses again, rolls and grinds their hips together, and reaches for the lube.] Just because I've got your fingerprints burned into every part of my existence won't stop me from wandering if you're not around to remind me who's the best I've ever had.
[Oh. He didn't count on admitting that, and Smoker's own face goes scarlet, surprised with himself. Was Ace the best? Well... depending on best. Most significant though. Easily. Most life-changing.... and for the better. He wouldn't have nearly anything that kept him sane if not for Portgas... and wasn't that ironic? Since Portgas himself drove him completely crazy.]
[Smoker snorted and bit Ace's chest, putting lube on a finger or two.] Don't think too much on it. [Hard to say if he's telling himself or Ace that. Maybe both.]
That's so. I'm not going to blame you for roaming if I'm not here to satisfy you.
[Ace is not going to tolerate Smoker going to someone else for sweetness and sex if he's still here and ready for him, happy to take whatever he wants to give and then some. He wouldn't dare be so hatefully possessive to try to get a claim for life, or to try to keep him from the arms of another if Ace was to leave somehow. And he's not bitter about those who came before him, of the people that warmed the bed when Smoker had needs to be fulfilled. And in a way, he's grateful for them. He still doesn't want to think about them much though, or Smoker with them.
It's complicated.]
But I am. So enough thinking, let's get to the doing business. [Ace shivers at the idea of being the best though, the one who's made it that good for Smoker, but it's also his past self he thinks that Smoker's talking about. Someone with a different touch, a different take, and he's struggling a little somehow. The only person he's really jealous about being with Smoker? Himself. And he arches into the bite, hands grasping, fingers pressing in with a raised heat but no flames. Raking and moving as if he can prove that Smoker is his through touch alone.
This is actually going to happen. And he's not afraid at all, he's burning up inside with excitement and he feels like he's the one that's going to go up in smoke. Like everything material about him might just dissipate if he doesn't calm down, and his heart is pulsing in a way that seems to loud. Too strong. This is almost too much and he's just barely been touched at all.] This... [He raises his hips a little, out of pure impatience. He feels so helpless, so at Smoker's whims, and he likes it.] This is really happening, damn.
Oh, you think you can satisfy me? [Yanno, despite calling him the best. Whatever.]
[Smoker rolls hard against Portgas, pretty much managing to give away that maybe that "needy" thing isn't just Ace, after all. Especially with how Smoker heavily tongues Ace's mouth, giving away just how much he's repressing his need to thrust deeper inside of Ace than he's allowed himself yet. Except mentally. Revenge for how he can't Ace out of his head or life.]
It might if you ever shut up. [But Smoker doesn't mean it. He needs Ace's chatterbox during sex to anchor him and make sure he's on the right track, to encourage him and focus him, and not let him overthink and overwhelm himself with doubts.]
[Smoker doesn't give any warning when he slides both fingers in, again, as impatient as he might have called Ace, he's REALLY not doing any better himself. Still, he tries to force himself to be gentle. No matter what Ace said, Smoker doesn't want his first time to tear him a new asshole. Literally. So it's a fucked up blend of harsh and gentle. Just like Smoker's smoke. He gently slides the fingers in, twists them and turns them around, moves to bite Ace's chest, and caress Ace's ass and leg with his other hand so Ace didn't freak out or tense up too much -- he hopes.]
Warm it up brat. [Mumbled between more kisses up Ace's jawline before practically deep throating his tongue into Ace's mouth again, rocking his hips in spite of himself -- and feeling like a god damn teenager for it! -- Before spreading the fingers gently apart and sliding them out to get more lube. And the look Smoker gave Ace as he pulled back even a sliver was nothing but pure lust, and feral enjoyment. Even Smoker's own bravado was pretty worked thin with having to admit how much he wanted this.]
Damn right I can. And more, I'm gonna have you addicted. Always coming back for you next fix.
[Says the virgin who's not managed to go past actually giving someone else a handjob, and everything else has been done on him. He's been spoiled with what touch he's gotten, lavished upon by smoke and hands and teeth. But he's confident, maybe idiotically so, and determined that this is the learning go for him to just feel claimed and loved. Next time he plans to be far more hands on, to get his hands and mouth on Smoker's cock, to really drive him wild. But for now, Smoker is in charge and Ace is happy to let him run the show.]
You don't like it when I shut up. Someone-[Ace whines suddenly, the sting of Smoker's fingers shutting him up for a moment. It's not that it hurts, he knows what real pain is, this is just a mild burning sensation but it's not something he expected. Maybe it's because he took so much time when he worked a finger into himself, he was entirely careful with how he penetrated his hole, it was an absolutely dainty action compared to this. But the fact that there's lube makes it easier too, Ace had gone with saliva and it hadn't been quite as effective.
Damn. Okay, maybe the sting isn't a bad thing. He might even like it, especially with how easy the slickness makes it for Smoker to move his fingers inside of him.] Someone's gotta talk for both of us, y'know? [He's not tensing up, or hurting. So he just shifts a little, legs opening even wider for more access, trying to make it easy for his body to open up more.
And then his flames are requested, and he's not going to turn down the chance to bring the heat.] Yeah, I got this. [And while Smoker all but fucks his mouth with his tongue, hips rocking and fingers still inside, he drags burning fingers over his shoulders like he's trying to brand Smoker's skin.]
[Smoker shudders in bliss. He's already addicted and he knows it. He wants the taste of Ace constantly on his lips and tongue, the buzz of the heat at his beck and call more than oxygen. The dangerous spark that impossibly made him feel more alive than ever.]
[And as fire drenches Smoker's skin, everything lights up for him. Like clarity or a Christmas tree. It should be opposite, he's pretty sure. Hazier than ever, certainly not less, but that's how it is. Like a lighthouse in a storm. Because if earning all this trust from a pirate is wrong, that's okay, Smoker doesnt want to be right.]
Keep talking.
[It's because they're alike, even when they're not. Because Ace will either keep talking no matter what, or he'll pull some new game of being stubborn just for the sake of keeping Smoker on his toes, and either way, it's the kind of thing they both live for.]
Fuck, I needed this.
[He laughs a little at himself, and keeping Ace on his toes, this time adds a third finger. All bunched up at first, absolutely drenched, but still no warning ever. Besides, he liked the way Ace sounded last time.]
I think I'm already addicted to your stupid freckles. [Gently nibbles a shoulder and groans into it. Smoker underestimated just what feeling Portgas like this would do to him. Since he'd never known about the first Portgas' virginity, he hasn't gone out of his way to try to be careful. And he was still in a completely different mindset back then, things he thought were important still weighing on him. Not that he was completely unburdened this time either, but the questions about his loyalty and commitment to justice were extremely different this time around.]
[Two fingers were intense for Ace, a third drags a choked sound out of him, and he doesn't have time to even think how much Smoker needs him. Or about how appealing that statement would have been with that amazing laugh to go with it, because he's stretched out and his stomach feels tight inside, and his whole body is reacting to this. And anyone who complained about this side of sex being bad or less appealing than topping was a damn liar in Ace's mind. Because this is good, and he's drowning in attention and affection and he loves it.
And dammit, his freckles being complimented is so sweet, and Ace traces his damn name in fire against Smoker's shoulders, he's so aroused and so well touched and Smoker's mouth is amazing as always.
And then it's amazingly confusing. Stack? What? He'd rather have kisses than confusing statements, and this really throws him off.] ...You know, that-[He moves against the fingers, all but trying to fuck himself on Smoker's hand at this point, because he's absolutely impatient and doesn't care about what's good for him. A little patience would serve him well, to just lay back and be good and let Smoker say when he's ready to take his cock, but when has Ace ever been patient or concerned about what's good for him? Hell, he would have let Smoker press in without preparation, if he'd actually been the type to push for it.
This though, is good. It's a bit of an awakening, as to what he likes and enjoys. And he really enjoys the feeling of being stretched open and filled up.] That doesn't make any sense. But I don't care, fuck, I don't care just fuck me. Please, please. I gotta have it.
[Smoker laughs hard again and covers Ace in kisses, a happy rumble in the back of his throat.]
[He hates to withdraw the fingers, especially with Portgas fucking himself on them, but he needs to grab the rest, and he doesn't have the concentration to pull off smoke tendrils at this time. Later.]
All right.
[MORES KISSES all over Ace's shoulders, and more happy rumble purrs.] You and I have never used a condom... but maybe we should have. If I'd known... I would have tried harder to protect you, got it? [His eyes search out Ace's because it's important.]
This lube stuff is one thing, but cum is sticky and frankly, I don't fucking trust my control to keep it smoke and make sure I don't get any in you. So it's your call, if you want it.
But--
If I ever am the one to leave first... [His cheeks color. It seemed so fucking simple in his head to tell Portgas, but then in practice he's going to die, he's drowning.]
[He rubs his scruff gently against Ace's shoulders and neck.] Don't let anyone fuck you who doesn't offer to protect you, brat, got it? [Nom nom.] Don't ever fucking devalue yourself, because we're equals, so you'd be devaluing me too. Got it? [GLARE!]
[Ace honestly is addicted to the rumbling, to the kisses, to the sweeter side of Smoker. He's getting a lot of that gentle attention right now, bodies pressed together and warm, and he really is excited. But then Smoker is talking, and it's serious. Something important that Ace needs to listen to. And he doesn't want serious, he just wants to be railed into the bed. He's so desperate that he's wriggling a little, hips shifting, foot pressing against the sheets, and that makes this even harder for him.
But there is something worth hearing here, and Ace meets Smoker's gaze without being mocking or teasing for this. He can pull the bratty act again later. For now, this is a time to get his point across and love on Smoker while he does it. And one of Ace's hands slides up into Smoker's hair, the back of his head held gently, fingers combing through in a way that would be comforting in a different situation. But for Ace, it's just intended as a show of participation. That he's here now and really listening.
And gods, when Smoker blushes Ace's world spins and his mind waivers. Smoker is such a powerful, frightening man, and there he is with pink cheeks, and it's adorable.] I don't want it, this time. And I don't want you to make your cum smoke. I don't care if it's sticky, I wanna feel everything. Maybe next time, if you wanna use it, sure. But I really wanna feel you inside of me, nothing in between us. Besides... [Ace nips hard at Smoker's ear, and then presses soft kisses against the side of his face.] I'm not a girl. It's not like there's any risk, right?
[Ace shivers at the admission, it feels dirtier to say it than it did to have Smoker's fingers inside of him. And there's something hilarious to him about that, that he's red faced and nervous about saying that he wants to go without a condom while he's sloppy and slicked up with lubricant.] I'm not gonna devalue me. Or you. Or just let anyone randomly fuck me. I'm picky. So I'm not going to just let anyone where you are now. [And he means it. He has to have that connection, that need, that place inside of him fulfilled before he wants to sleep with someone.]
[Ace is always wiggly. It draws Smoker's eyes every damn time. To a point he doesn't even disguise it anymore.]
[He growls at the hand in his hair, leaning into it like a big dog wanting to nuzzle the hand and get even more pets and affection, and indeed, buries his face against Ace again, nuzzling quietly, but listening.]
[There's a shiver at the nip to his ear, of course! And Smoker takes Ace a little more roughly by the chin and kisses him deeper.]
I've been checked, before and after Faye, but no, sex, even with men, can be dangerous, idiot. I'll explain that better later. Ask me. Don't let it slide. [Because it's important, but like FUCK does Smoker want to think about the dirty sex train that is everyone else in the five cities.]
Yeah. I know you won't. [His eyes soften on Ace's as he gently puts some lube on his own dick, not really able to make a show of it for Ace's sake, too embarrassing, but just kisses him more.]
Come here. [Pulls his wiggly brat close and gently strokes Ace's dick smoothly this time, encouraging him more towards Smoker's.]
You can teach me all about it later, I'll be good and listen. Won't even make you bribe me or anything. [His intentions are pure, but it might take a little bit of attention to get him to actually pay attention. And bribery, through sex or food or anything does wonders towards keeping Ace on target when it comes to subjects he doesn't see as interesting or important. And with safe sex, he doesn't see it as important, because he'll only be with Smoker and can't imagine a Genessia without him.
Oh, to be young and foolish. But he's flushed and sweet, pliant and ready. And Smoker is all that he can think about or focus on, and the fact that he's going to be inside of Ace, that's a lot to handle mentally.] But for now I don't wanna think about it. Tonight, only you and me exist. So let's stop talkin' about the rest of the world. Because they're not about to fuck me.
[Ace is always hungry for kisses, and it's a suitable distraction from Smoker's actions. Otherwise he'd be staring with no small amount of shameless lasciviousness. He really hasn't gotten enough of a look at him, he wants to hold Smoker's length in his hands, feel the weight of his cock, he wants to worship him but not tonight. His body will be enough praise for him, he knows that Smoker will watch his reactions, and he'll know just because of how Ace shifts and writhes how good it is, how much Ace enjoys him, and for now that's enough. Because Ace is in a hell of a hurry, and he can explore later, figure out the rest of what he likes and how he likes it. For now, this is what he wants.]
Like this? [Ace tries to follow what Smoker wants of him, but ooh he's being stroked and he loves Smoker's hand on him, and he's distracted and needy. He's not sure exactly what Smoker wants him to do, but it's alright. Smoker will guide him, show him, teach him everything he needs to know.]
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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.
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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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[He squints a little in surprise at Ace's response. The sheer... receptiveness. THE COMPLETELY ASSHOLE side of Smoker (which was debatably ALL of him) wants to call Ace even more of an idiot than he ever thought possible. Because no one should embrace being suffocated by smoke and smothered and -- well whatever. No one should embrace being constantly burned by a dead fire brat, but here he was, again, right?]
[There's another growl Smoker can't hold back, sucking on Ace's throat and rolling his own hips hard down on Ace's. His hands trailed down Ace's chest and grabbed his legs, massaging them again and pulling them to where he wanted. Fidgety brat. Smoker's fidgety brat.]
[Smoker's ears flick in amusement, and he nuzzles between Ace's neck and shoulder.] That so, brat?
[Small kisses between what's exposed. Since his first date with Augustine, Smoker had wondered. Was it cheating? Worried. How would Portgas feel about it? A huge part of him thought the brat wouldn't care. Might even WANT Smoker to go make friends again, especially since it was Ace's fault he was even thinking of trying in the first place. With Faye, he'd been sure of it. They had just enough in common. But at the same time, a small part of Smoker had always been stupidly loyal like a god damn dog to Portgas. In a way he couldn't explain or justify even to himself. Addiction? Or maybe it was like he told Augustine, Portgas started it, so it was his responsibility to deal with the fucking mess he made of Smoker. Something like that.]
Part of me will always be yours. Always has been. That part that calls you my equal.
[It went deeper than just Genessia. Like Smoker said, Ace's words affected Smoker so much he'd changed his manner of thinking and being because of him. He could never get him out of his head. Much like Roger.]
[And maybe Ace is just playing again. Smoker never can tell. Can never make heads or tails of Ace most times. He's starting to enjoy it that way. Prefer it.]
But you better stick around brat. [Not like will or choice had anything to do with it, or Smoker would have been gone years ago.]
[He covers a trail between Ace's ear and shoulder in kisses again, rolls and grinds their hips together, and reaches for the lube.] Just because I've got your fingerprints burned into every part of my existence won't stop me from wandering if you're not around to remind me who's the best I've ever had.
[Oh. He didn't count on admitting that, and Smoker's own face goes scarlet, surprised with himself. Was Ace the best? Well... depending on best. Most significant though. Easily. Most life-changing.... and for the better. He wouldn't have nearly anything that kept him sane if not for Portgas... and wasn't that ironic? Since Portgas himself drove him completely crazy.]
[Smoker snorted and bit Ace's chest, putting lube on a finger or two.] Don't think too much on it. [Hard to say if he's telling himself or Ace that. Maybe both.]
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[Ace is not going to tolerate Smoker going to someone else for sweetness and sex if he's still here and ready for him, happy to take whatever he wants to give and then some. He wouldn't dare be so hatefully possessive to try to get a claim for life, or to try to keep him from the arms of another if Ace was to leave somehow. And he's not bitter about those who came before him, of the people that warmed the bed when Smoker had needs to be fulfilled. And in a way, he's grateful for them. He still doesn't want to think about them much though, or Smoker with them.
It's complicated.]
But I am. So enough thinking, let's get to the doing business. [Ace shivers at the idea of being the best though, the one who's made it that good for Smoker, but it's also his past self he thinks that Smoker's talking about. Someone with a different touch, a different take, and he's struggling a little somehow. The only person he's really jealous about being with Smoker? Himself. And he arches into the bite, hands grasping, fingers pressing in with a raised heat but no flames. Raking and moving as if he can prove that Smoker is his through touch alone.
This is actually going to happen. And he's not afraid at all, he's burning up inside with excitement and he feels like he's the one that's going to go up in smoke. Like everything material about him might just dissipate if he doesn't calm down, and his heart is pulsing in a way that seems to loud. Too strong. This is almost too much and he's just barely been touched at all.] This... [He raises his hips a little, out of pure impatience. He feels so helpless, so at Smoker's whims, and he likes it.] This is really happening, damn.
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[Smoker rolls hard against Portgas, pretty much managing to give away that maybe that "needy" thing isn't just Ace, after all. Especially with how Smoker heavily tongues Ace's mouth, giving away just how much he's repressing his need to thrust deeper inside of Ace than he's allowed himself yet. Except mentally. Revenge for how he can't Ace out of his head or life.]
It might if you ever shut up. [But Smoker doesn't mean it. He needs Ace's chatterbox during sex to anchor him and make sure he's on the right track, to encourage him and focus him, and not let him overthink and overwhelm himself with doubts.]
[Smoker doesn't give any warning when he slides both fingers in, again, as impatient as he might have called Ace, he's REALLY not doing any better himself. Still, he tries to force himself to be gentle. No matter what Ace said, Smoker doesn't want his first time to tear him a new asshole. Literally. So it's a fucked up blend of harsh and gentle. Just like Smoker's smoke. He gently slides the fingers in, twists them and turns them around, moves to bite Ace's chest, and caress Ace's ass and leg with his other hand so Ace didn't freak out or tense up too much -- he hopes.]
Warm it up brat. [Mumbled between more kisses up Ace's jawline before practically deep throating his tongue into Ace's mouth again, rocking his hips in spite of himself -- and feeling like a god damn teenager for it! -- Before spreading the fingers gently apart and sliding them out to get more lube. And the look Smoker gave Ace as he pulled back even a sliver was nothing but pure lust, and feral enjoyment. Even Smoker's own bravado was pretty worked thin with having to admit how much he wanted this.]
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[Says the virgin who's not managed to go past actually giving someone else a handjob, and everything else has been done on him. He's been spoiled with what touch he's gotten, lavished upon by smoke and hands and teeth. But he's confident, maybe idiotically so, and determined that this is the learning go for him to just feel claimed and loved. Next time he plans to be far more hands on, to get his hands and mouth on Smoker's cock, to really drive him wild. But for now, Smoker is in charge and Ace is happy to let him run the show.]
You don't like it when I shut up. Someone-[Ace whines suddenly, the sting of Smoker's fingers shutting him up for a moment. It's not that it hurts, he knows what real pain is, this is just a mild burning sensation but it's not something he expected. Maybe it's because he took so much time when he worked a finger into himself, he was entirely careful with how he penetrated his hole, it was an absolutely dainty action compared to this. But the fact that there's lube makes it easier too, Ace had gone with saliva and it hadn't been quite as effective.
Damn. Okay, maybe the sting isn't a bad thing. He might even like it, especially with how easy the slickness makes it for Smoker to move his fingers inside of him.] Someone's gotta talk for both of us, y'know? [He's not tensing up, or hurting. So he just shifts a little, legs opening even wider for more access, trying to make it easy for his body to open up more.
And then his flames are requested, and he's not going to turn down the chance to bring the heat.] Yeah, I got this. [And while Smoker all but fucks his mouth with his tongue, hips rocking and fingers still inside, he drags burning fingers over his shoulders like he's trying to brand Smoker's skin.]
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[And as fire drenches Smoker's skin, everything lights up for him. Like clarity or a Christmas tree. It should be opposite, he's pretty sure. Hazier than ever, certainly not less, but that's how it is. Like a lighthouse in a storm. Because if earning all this trust from a pirate is wrong, that's okay, Smoker doesnt want to be right.]
Keep talking.
[It's because they're alike, even when they're not. Because Ace will either keep talking no matter what, or he'll pull some new game of being stubborn just for the sake of keeping Smoker on his toes, and either way, it's the kind of thing they both live for.]
Fuck, I needed this.
[He laughs a little at himself, and keeping Ace on his toes, this time adds a third finger. All bunched up at first, absolutely drenched, but still no warning ever. Besides, he liked the way Ace sounded last time.]
I think I'm already addicted to your stupid freckles. [Gently nibbles a shoulder and groans into it. Smoker underestimated just what feeling Portgas like this would do to him. Since he'd never known about the first Portgas' virginity, he hasn't gone out of his way to try to be careful. And he was still in a completely different mindset back then, things he thought were important still weighing on him. Not that he was completely unburdened this time either, but the questions about his loyalty and commitment to justice were extremely different this time around.]
I want to stack them. [Said apropos of nothing.]
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And dammit, his freckles being complimented is so sweet, and Ace traces his damn name in fire against Smoker's shoulders, he's so aroused and so well touched and Smoker's mouth is amazing as always.
And then it's amazingly confusing. Stack? What? He'd rather have kisses than confusing statements, and this really throws him off.] ...You know, that-[He moves against the fingers, all but trying to fuck himself on Smoker's hand at this point, because he's absolutely impatient and doesn't care about what's good for him. A little patience would serve him well, to just lay back and be good and let Smoker say when he's ready to take his cock, but when has Ace ever been patient or concerned about what's good for him? Hell, he would have let Smoker press in without preparation, if he'd actually been the type to push for it.
This though, is good. It's a bit of an awakening, as to what he likes and enjoys. And he really enjoys the feeling of being stretched open and filled up.] That doesn't make any sense. But I don't care, fuck, I don't care just fuck me. Please, please. I gotta have it.
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[He hates to withdraw the fingers, especially with Portgas fucking himself on them, but he needs to grab the rest, and he doesn't have the concentration to pull off smoke tendrils at this time. Later.]
All right.
[MORES KISSES all over Ace's shoulders, and more happy rumble purrs.] You and I have never used a condom... but maybe we should have. If I'd known... I would have tried harder to protect you, got it? [His eyes search out Ace's because it's important.]
This lube stuff is one thing, but cum is sticky and frankly, I don't fucking trust my control to keep it smoke and make sure I don't get any in you. So it's your call, if you want it.
But--
If I ever am the one to leave first... [His cheeks color. It seemed so fucking simple in his head to tell Portgas, but then in practice he's going to die, he's drowning.]
[He rubs his scruff gently against Ace's shoulders and neck.] Don't let anyone fuck you who doesn't offer to protect you, brat, got it? [Nom nom.] Don't ever fucking devalue yourself, because we're equals, so you'd be devaluing me too. Got it? [GLARE!]
[Leans his head on Ace.] You want it?
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But there is something worth hearing here, and Ace meets Smoker's gaze without being mocking or teasing for this. He can pull the bratty act again later. For now, this is a time to get his point across and love on Smoker while he does it. And one of Ace's hands slides up into Smoker's hair, the back of his head held gently, fingers combing through in a way that would be comforting in a different situation. But for Ace, it's just intended as a show of participation. That he's here now and really listening.
And gods, when Smoker blushes Ace's world spins and his mind waivers. Smoker is such a powerful, frightening man, and there he is with pink cheeks, and it's adorable.] I don't want it, this time. And I don't want you to make your cum smoke. I don't care if it's sticky, I wanna feel everything. Maybe next time, if you wanna use it, sure. But I really wanna feel you inside of me, nothing in between us. Besides... [Ace nips hard at Smoker's ear, and then presses soft kisses against the side of his face.] I'm not a girl. It's not like there's any risk, right?
[Ace shivers at the admission, it feels dirtier to say it than it did to have Smoker's fingers inside of him. And there's something hilarious to him about that, that he's red faced and nervous about saying that he wants to go without a condom while he's sloppy and slicked up with lubricant.] I'm not gonna devalue me. Or you. Or just let anyone randomly fuck me. I'm picky. So I'm not going to just let anyone where you are now. [And he means it. He has to have that connection, that need, that place inside of him fulfilled before he wants to sleep with someone.]
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[He growls at the hand in his hair, leaning into it like a big dog wanting to nuzzle the hand and get even more pets and affection, and indeed, buries his face against Ace again, nuzzling quietly, but listening.]
[There's a shiver at the nip to his ear, of course! And Smoker takes Ace a little more roughly by the chin and kisses him deeper.]
I've been checked, before and after Faye, but no, sex, even with men, can be dangerous, idiot. I'll explain that better later. Ask me. Don't let it slide. [Because it's important, but like FUCK does Smoker want to think about the dirty sex train that is everyone else in the five cities.]
Yeah. I know you won't. [His eyes soften on Ace's as he gently puts some lube on his own dick, not really able to make a show of it for Ace's sake, too embarrassing, but just kisses him more.]
Come here. [Pulls his wiggly brat close and gently strokes Ace's dick smoothly this time, encouraging him more towards Smoker's.]
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Oh, to be young and foolish. But he's flushed and sweet, pliant and ready. And Smoker is all that he can think about or focus on, and the fact that he's going to be inside of Ace, that's a lot to handle mentally.] But for now I don't wanna think about it. Tonight, only you and me exist. So let's stop talkin' about the rest of the world. Because they're not about to fuck me.
[Ace is always hungry for kisses, and it's a suitable distraction from Smoker's actions. Otherwise he'd be staring with no small amount of shameless lasciviousness. He really hasn't gotten enough of a look at him, he wants to hold Smoker's length in his hands, feel the weight of his cock, he wants to worship him but not tonight. His body will be enough praise for him, he knows that Smoker will watch his reactions, and he'll know just because of how Ace shifts and writhes how good it is, how much Ace enjoys him, and for now that's enough. Because Ace is in a hell of a hurry, and he can explore later, figure out the rest of what he likes and how he likes it. For now, this is what he wants.]
Like this? [Ace tries to follow what Smoker wants of him, but ooh he's being stroked and he loves Smoker's hand on him, and he's distracted and needy. He's not sure exactly what Smoker wants him to do, but it's alright. Smoker will guide him, show him, teach him everything he needs to know.]
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