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.]
[Snerks quietly in amusement. Ace might be a young foolish brat, but he's his, and that's what counts.]
Mm-hm. [Mumbled between more kisses as Smoker gets Ace lined up and presses the head of his cock in, trying not to groan too loudly with satisfaction from that alone. Embarrassing as fuck.] Ah fuck. [Just bites and sucks on Ace's shoulder again, easing out and back in, a little deeper, and of course watching Portgas' every minute reaction.]
[Penetration by fingers was good and got Ace nicely relaxed but nothing would have really prepared him for how it felt to have Smoker inside of him this way. It's not just the size of him, the girth, Ace is enjoying the stretch but that's not what's shutting him up this time.
It's how profound it is to him.It's as close to being one person as he can imagine.]
Oh... [Ace lets go for a moment, and his hands grip into the sheets.] Oh damn, Smoker it's... [Ace takes his hand hand presses it against his skin at the bottom of his stomach, as if he's sure that he'd be able to feel it through with his hand.]
[A quiet chuckle as Smoker started easing in and out, picking up the pace more for Ace's sake.]
Yeah.
[More kisses to Ace's freckles shoulders, and Smoker slid one hand along Ace's cock, and another over one of Ace's legs.] You all right so far, brat? [Barely choked out himself, since Ace was intense even when Smoker wasn't doing anything this extreme.]
I'm good, I'm good. [Ace is overwhelmed. He feels impossibly full, like he'd break in half with a careless motion, but it's not a bad thing. It's just a lot to adjust to. A lot to handle and take in on multiple levels.]
Shit, this is amazing. No wonder I couldn't wait before, begged to be fucked outdoors. [Ace whines, words are a struggle but he wants to praise Smoker. Let him know how good he's making Ace feel.] I just couldn't wait to get home for it... Could I?
[It's hard to focus on words when he's being fucked into. But even being filled up this way isn't shutting him up entirely. And he moans as he tries to move with Smoker, hips pressing back against his with] So good, fuck!
[Smoker chokes on that and bursts out laughing, holding Ace close to him, shivering and encouraging Ace's hip movements.]
You never begged. Closest we did was mock fight over topping, and I think you just wanted to play wrestle. [Kisses Ace's ears and gently rolls his hips with a low rumble of pure pleasure, rubbing scruff against him.] And even outdoors, we didn't usually do this. Too fucking messy.
[Nibbles Ace's jawline with more growls and groans, picking up speed and intensity, and moving both hands to Ace's cock.]
[Fuck though, he's glad he's first. Because he'd genuinely probably kill anyone else who tried to do this with Ace, and break them in half. It's a little terrifying in its intensity. So he's just not going to think about it.]
You look good from this angle, Portgas. I'm going to have to try a few more later. To see how it looks.
[That really does confirm it for Ace, that they were two seperate people from mirroring worlds. Maybe all five of the incarnations. That they were from different existances, they were the same in a lot of ways but still so different. The Ace that held Smoker's heart before sounds so much rougher and wilder when it came to relationships. And the pang of insecurity and jealousy came through regardless of the situation and Ace has to shake it off, push it out of his mind.
If Smoker was turned off by how he's a little softer than the past Ace, he's a master of hiding it. And the hard dick inside of him, stretching him out, was proof enough of Smoker's lust for him. So he doesn't need to worry about what happened in the past, or how it affects this future.] Well I'm fine with begging. Pleading. Whatever it takes to get you inside of me, as often as I can. [Ace makes a sound that's bordering on a cry, desperate as the pace picks up. He's so close, he's not going to last, and he doesn't care if he does at this point. Especially with the attention that he's getting, he's still inexperienced and isn't really capable of holding back his orgasm.] Shit, you can have me at every angle you want. But don't think... [He jerks, words fail him for a moment.] That I don't have things I dont' want. I wanna ride you, wanna have you film me at some point, wanna see how it looks when you slide inside of me. [He's still not fucked out enough to stop the dirty talk, and he's got a lot more that he wants to do.]
Fuck, you're the best. So good, I love your cock in me. [He presses a sloppy kiss against Smoker's lips, he's beyond finesse at this point. And he breaks it to beg for something else he wants.] Can I use my flames again? Please?
[Whatever cockiness Smoker had flies out the window at that admission. Portgas D. Ace would beg for him? Really??? He's so flustered. Even as a game...]
[Smoker can tell Ace is having a rough time keeping himself together, and tightens his finger, using a touch of smoke so it temporarily acts as a cock ring.]
[Film it....]
[If Smoker wasn't nearly balls deep in Ace already, he'd all but pass out from shock.]
[Keeping his head on straight is getting harder and harder, and his ears go red.]
[Best...]
[Smoker grins wryly, he appreciates the sentiment, and focuses more on Ace's voice than words for a bit, and kisses Portgas right back.]
[And then he's being asked to use the flames. ASKED.]
[Again he's so fucking floored by the trust and... whatever else Portgas puts in him. Faith? Loyalty?]
[Smoker just trembles at first. Words seem to be failing him.]
Always.
[Growl growl growl.] No matter how much fire you use, you can never give me enough.
[Bites Ace's ear a little rougher than necessary, but licks it soothingly, and looses his tight grip on Ace's cock. You know what, throw in fire, and Smoker himself won't last too long.]
Damn.
[Slow kisses Ace all over, he definitely hadn't meant this to be so... whatever. Tender? And yet...]
[Ace whines when that hint of smoke tightens, and he's not sure if it's in protest or not because everything is wild and twisted up right now, his mind and body are in chaos, and he's pretty sure he's just along for the ride. He wants so much, he's been saying so much, but in the end there's just relief when Smoker says he can use his devil's fruit powers. He clings to him, lets his fingers turn partially into flames, and he drags the digits possessively over Smoker's shoulders. It's also something comforting to him, a balancing feeling to all that chaos, and gods he feels good. This is far different than he'd expected, sex was supposed to be fun but not this emotional, not this intense, not something that makes Ace feel weak and broken and powerful and raised up all at once.
And he thinks, absently, that he wouldn't want this with anyone else. Only Smoker could make him feel this way. And once the grip is loosened, Ace makes a ragged, wrecked noise that's close to a scream and jerks up into Smoker's hand hard and spills over. He breaks away from the kisses, head tilted back, riding out the most intense orgasm he's ever had in his life. And he tightens around Smoker's cock, and his fingers claw harder and deeper, as if he can keep his sanity through this if he just holds tight enough and presses enough flames through. Because this feels like madness, in the best sort of way. And all he can do is hold on after that.
Smoker finally succeeded at shutting him up, for a few minutes at least.]
[Smoker groans, and conversely buries his face in between Ace's neck and shoulder, riding the pirate (former?) out, but losing his own capacity to hold out -- or even want to! -- fairly quickly.]
[At the flames, Smoker arches back too, completely overloading on bliss, and going white in an extremely intense orgasm.]
[By the time he calms down himself he still shudders, holds Ace close, and doesn't even bother disentangling, just reaches for cigars, first and foremost.]
That was... intense.
[To say the least.]
[Smoker held his cigars out to Ace to light them.] You don't need my permission for your devil fruit, Portgas. I won't let you burn anything. [NUZZLES!!!!]
[And nibbles behind an ear. He might be done, for now, but he's affectionate as fuck for the moment too.]
[He kisses down Ace's jawline and nuzzles some more.]
[There is a lot about sex that Ace loves so far, the thrusts and pressure, he's very sensitive internally and anal suits him well, being held and pounded into, Smoker's weight over him and control, an orgasm that came as much from being taken as having his length stroked... All of this is good for him, there wasn't anything about getting fucked by Smoker that he didn't enjoy.
But nothing compares to Smoker finishing inside of him. He can feel his cock pulse, and there's a sensation that he can't quite put his finger on, but it's all a mess of slickness and claiming and almost frightening intensity. No one's ever been inside of him before, not this way anyway, and Ace clings and whines when he feels it.
This is what he wanted. And needed. And he doesn't even respond to Smoker's words at first, yes it was intense, it's been a minute and he's still almost in a state of shock about how good and intense this was for him. And Ace's hand is a little shaky as it leaves Smoker's back to light his cigars for him, he's still a little overwhelmed by this.
Gods, he loves this. Nothing else has made him feel this good. And his voice is still hard to find, a little slurred when he speaks.] Yeah, I'll remember it. But... [Ace presses a kiss against the side of Smoker's face, the hand still partially ignited reverting.] It kinda feels good to get permission. [Whether it's an issue of being allowed to do something, or a sort of obedience kink is unknown, he just knows that when Smoker says it's okay to do something, or encourages him to do something, it feels better than it would otherwise.]
[There's a few gears already starting to roll again in Smoker's brain.]
[He growls and bites Ace's throat, sucking on it without a care in the world, and finally moves to get out of Ace's ass, though he notes to himself, he might still wind up in there again tonight alone, and drapes over the smaller brat like a blanket, even if Ace is the one warming him up.]
[Permission. Hm.]
[More biting and sucking at that.]
[Smoker can't decide yet. He kind of likes it. The power, for one. The trust, absolutely.]
[He roughly drags his own nails bluntly down Ace's chest just to be pain.]
[Still... Smoker worries though. He shouldn't... but Impel Down could do a number on anyone. Would. And Ace feared being hated, and especially clung to Smoker's impressions of him, enough he was already agreeing to obey most laws, stay good, and even beg Smoker -- even as a joke.]
[The roughness turned gently again and Smoker affectionately kissed and nuzzled Ace all over.]
Listen, brat.
[A firm growl as he holds Ace down with one hand through Ace's messy, and getting messier -- hair.]
I heard you didn't take orders from Whitebeard. You said in front of all the marines, and the whole world, you disobeyed him. And no matter what your crew said back, I believe you, not them. But you disobey me even once and you're going to hate every damn consequence it brings, and I'll hate delivering them.
[Kisses demandingly, full throated again, and then slowly in a line down Ace's throat.]
[It's hard to say what he means. To even identify it.]
[Trust, equals. Friends. Lovers.] I always get my way. [Bites and sucks on his earlobe.]
Give me too much over you, and I'll definitely take advantage.
[The noise that Ace makes when Smoker pulls out and he can feel cum and lube dribbling out is something lewd even by the standards of the noises that he's made so far tonight. Enough so that he's nearly embarrassed at himself for it, and he doesn't quite know what to say in response although with how obscene the sound was . And he kind of feels like he has to. But he doesn't, because what could he actually say to that? Then Smoker is over him and Ace is soaking up all of that power. Smoker feels like strength, and like warmth and good. Like something is right and stable in his world, and Ace likes it.
Ace aches into the nails raking, it's another in the list of things that he doesn't get why he likes, but just does. And then he's being held down, by his hair, and he moans in response. He doesn't want to be hurt, not really. Pain isn't the appeal. But fuck does he like being held down. Picked up. Just manhandled without much say in it.] I obeyed orders when I felt like them. And I'm giving you your way, because I want to. Because it feels good, to be good for you. I don't know what that says about me... [Ace is flushed all over again, eating up the kisses, hands roaming over every bit of skin they can touch in worshipful presses and slides. God, he's so fucked, he knew it would be good but he didn't think he'd be a deviant.] But if I didn't want you to take advantage of it, I wouldn't be here. I wanna give you control, I'm not just letting you take it because I'm weak.
You're just mine. [Removes the cigars and holds them, moving the hand out from messing up Ace's hair to drape over Ace's shoulders, and lean on his other arm so he can kiss Ace's neck more. And lick it. And nuzzle it. Smoker might be developing an obsession.]
[And throws a leg over Ace's too so he's trapped.]
Very, very mine.
[Kisses Ace's shoulder, before putting the cigars back in and puffing on them.]
Never weak though. Delicious, a really nice fuck, and I'll murder anyone who touches you -- [Smoker needs to get a hold of that desire, seriously.] but anything but weak. [He hands over one of his cigars to Ace to suck on or hold, or whatever.]
You were protecting Straw Hat. Both times. Akainu and Blackbeard. You think I don't know that? [Snorts, closes his eyes and leans his head on Ace's shoulder.]
[And the Spades from Whitebeard, and Whitebeard from Akainu, and Smoker knew the stories of Roger doing the same thing always. A demon when you insulted his friends.]
[But again, Smoker knows better than to mention Roger. At least right now. If ever.]
No, Portgas. You don't have to prove your strength to me. But you'll never con me into underestimating you. [Pulls one of Ace's cheeks out the side.] Hot sauce is too strong for most to handle, but I like it just fine.
Yes, yours. [And Ace is absolutely loving the attention, he keeps arching his neck to give Smoker access, so he has more room to nuzzle and lick and kiss. And it does hit Ace for a moment that if it was someone else, that he didn't care so much about, he wouldn't be so happy with this, craving the weight and touch. He'd feel trapped and afraid, Impel Down left him horrified at being bound and yet here he is, almost tempted to bring up that he'd like to try it sometime.
Smoker is one hell of a drug, apparently. And he makes Ace do crazy things and like it.] You know, every time you say that you wanna kill anyone who touches me? I like it more than I should. Guess I've got a thing for possessive. [Ace takes a long deep drag, holding it for a moment before exhaling. He really doesn't like smoking as a rule, he's certainly not going to pick it up. But damn, at times like these it's hot as hell and it feels special to get to share this with Smoker.] He's my little brother. I've gotta keep him safe. Same with anyone I love. If I can't protect those people, who love me even though I-[Ace cuts himself off, he is not ready for this conversation right now.] Well what good am I?
[Ace snorts at the hot sauce comment.] I'm never gonna get over that.
That's not helping to discourage me, brat. [Even Smoker's not sure if he's chiding him, warning him, or just remarking the simple truth. It is what it is, for now. Until he does something about it.]
You're more than a just living shield... idiot.
And good. I'm going to keep calling you that. He probably won't even remember why.
You won't go too far, justice and all that. [He's beyond content, nuzzling and nipping. He's not sure where to go from here, so he's just going to kiss and cuddle and play until he figures out what to do.]
I know. But things are different here. It's easy to say that I could have found a different way, but I don't see much in the way of other options looking back.
[Ace snorts.] He was plastered. And he thinks you're salty.
You're trusting my self control way more than I am. But it's fine, I'll just trust you to punch the lights out of anyone who pushes it too far before I can even get there.
[Cuddly Ace kyaaaa.]
There wasn't another way. Just don't devalue yourself. [FRECKLE KISSES!] You're worth more alive than dead.
I am salty. If I ever let you blow me, you'll see how much.
Ace makes a small noise under his breath, it's distressing to think about even now.] Yeah. I did my best. But here, I can do better. I've got more options, more choices. And don't worry, I know what I'm worth. [He has dismal self esteem, honestly. But he'll lie and grin to make people happy. Cocky is way easier than emotionally vulnerable as a rule.]
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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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Mm-hm. [Mumbled between more kisses as Smoker gets Ace lined up and presses the head of his cock in, trying not to groan too loudly with satisfaction from that alone. Embarrassing as fuck.] Ah fuck. [Just bites and sucks on Ace's shoulder again, easing out and back in, a little deeper, and of course watching Portgas' every minute reaction.]
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It's how profound it is to him.It's as close to being one person as he can imagine.]
Oh... [Ace lets go for a moment, and his hands grip into the sheets.] Oh damn, Smoker it's... [Ace takes his hand hand presses it against his skin at the bottom of his stomach, as if he's sure that he'd be able to feel it through with his hand.]
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Yeah.
[More kisses to Ace's freckles shoulders, and Smoker slid one hand along Ace's cock, and another over one of Ace's legs.] You all right so far, brat? [Barely choked out himself, since Ace was intense even when Smoker wasn't doing anything this extreme.]
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Shit, this is amazing. No wonder I couldn't wait before, begged to be fucked outdoors. [Ace whines, words are a struggle but he wants to praise Smoker. Let him know how good he's making Ace feel.] I just couldn't wait to get home for it... Could I?
[It's hard to focus on words when he's being fucked into. But even being filled up this way isn't shutting him up entirely. And he moans as he tries to move with Smoker, hips pressing back against his with] So good, fuck!
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You never begged. Closest we did was mock fight over topping, and I think you just wanted to play wrestle. [Kisses Ace's ears and gently rolls his hips with a low rumble of pure pleasure, rubbing scruff against him.] And even outdoors, we didn't usually do this. Too fucking messy.
[Nibbles Ace's jawline with more growls and groans, picking up speed and intensity, and moving both hands to Ace's cock.]
[Fuck though, he's glad he's first. Because he'd genuinely probably kill anyone else who tried to do this with Ace, and break them in half. It's a little terrifying in its intensity. So he's just not going to think about it.]
You look good from this angle, Portgas. I'm going to have to try a few more later. To see how it looks.
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If Smoker was turned off by how he's a little softer than the past Ace, he's a master of hiding it. And the hard dick inside of him, stretching him out, was proof enough of Smoker's lust for him. So he doesn't need to worry about what happened in the past, or how it affects this future.] Well I'm fine with begging. Pleading. Whatever it takes to get you inside of me, as often as I can. [Ace makes a sound that's bordering on a cry, desperate as the pace picks up. He's so close, he's not going to last, and he doesn't care if he does at this point. Especially with the attention that he's getting, he's still inexperienced and isn't really capable of holding back his orgasm.] Shit, you can have me at every angle you want. But don't think... [He jerks, words fail him for a moment.] That I don't have things I dont' want. I wanna ride you, wanna have you film me at some point, wanna see how it looks when you slide inside of me. [He's still not fucked out enough to stop the dirty talk, and he's got a lot more that he wants to do.]
Fuck, you're the best. So good, I love your cock in me. [He presses a sloppy kiss against Smoker's lips, he's beyond finesse at this point. And he breaks it to beg for something else he wants.] Can I use my flames again? Please?
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[Smoker can tell Ace is having a rough time keeping himself together, and tightens his finger, using a touch of smoke so it temporarily acts as a cock ring.]
[Film it....]
[If Smoker wasn't nearly balls deep in Ace already, he'd all but pass out from shock.]
[Keeping his head on straight is getting harder and harder, and his ears go red.]
[Best...]
[Smoker grins wryly, he appreciates the sentiment, and focuses more on Ace's voice than words for a bit, and kisses Portgas right back.]
[And then he's being asked to use the flames. ASKED.]
[Again he's so fucking floored by the trust and... whatever else Portgas puts in him. Faith? Loyalty?]
[Smoker just trembles at first. Words seem to be failing him.]
Always.
[Growl growl growl.] No matter how much fire you use, you can never give me enough.
[Bites Ace's ear a little rougher than necessary, but licks it soothingly, and looses his tight grip on Ace's cock. You know what, throw in fire, and Smoker himself won't last too long.]
Damn.
[Slow kisses Ace all over, he definitely hadn't meant this to be so... whatever. Tender? And yet...]
I guess I really do need you still.
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And he thinks, absently, that he wouldn't want this with anyone else. Only Smoker could make him feel this way. And once the grip is loosened, Ace makes a ragged, wrecked noise that's close to a scream and jerks up into Smoker's hand hard and spills over. He breaks away from the kisses, head tilted back, riding out the most intense orgasm he's ever had in his life. And he tightens around Smoker's cock, and his fingers claw harder and deeper, as if he can keep his sanity through this if he just holds tight enough and presses enough flames through. Because this feels like madness, in the best sort of way. And all he can do is hold on after that.
Smoker finally succeeded at shutting him up, for a few minutes at least.]
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[Smoker groans, and conversely buries his face in between Ace's neck and shoulder, riding the pirate (former?) out, but losing his own capacity to hold out -- or even want to! -- fairly quickly.]
[At the flames, Smoker arches back too, completely overloading on bliss, and going white in an extremely intense orgasm.]
[By the time he calms down himself he still shudders, holds Ace close, and doesn't even bother disentangling, just reaches for cigars, first and foremost.]
That was... intense.
[To say the least.]
[Smoker held his cigars out to Ace to light them.] You don't need my permission for your devil fruit, Portgas. I won't let you burn anything. [NUZZLES!!!!]
[And nibbles behind an ear. He might be done, for now, but he's affectionate as fuck for the moment too.]
[He kisses down Ace's jawline and nuzzles some more.]
[AND STILL HASN'T LET GO. OOPS?]
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But nothing compares to Smoker finishing inside of him. He can feel his cock pulse, and there's a sensation that he can't quite put his finger on, but it's all a mess of slickness and claiming and almost frightening intensity. No one's ever been inside of him before, not this way anyway, and Ace clings and whines when he feels it.
This is what he wanted. And needed. And he doesn't even respond to Smoker's words at first, yes it was intense, it's been a minute and he's still almost in a state of shock about how good and intense this was for him. And Ace's hand is a little shaky as it leaves Smoker's back to light his cigars for him, he's still a little overwhelmed by this.
Gods, he loves this. Nothing else has made him feel this good. And his voice is still hard to find, a little slurred when he speaks.] Yeah, I'll remember it. But... [Ace presses a kiss against the side of Smoker's face, the hand still partially ignited reverting.] It kinda feels good to get permission. [Whether it's an issue of being allowed to do something, or a sort of obedience kink is unknown, he just knows that when Smoker says it's okay to do something, or encourages him to do something, it feels better than it would otherwise.]
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[He growls and bites Ace's throat, sucking on it without a care in the world, and finally moves to get out of Ace's ass, though he notes to himself, he might still wind up in there again tonight alone, and drapes over the smaller brat like a blanket, even if Ace is the one warming him up.]
[Permission. Hm.]
[More biting and sucking at that.]
[Smoker can't decide yet. He kind of likes it. The power, for one. The trust, absolutely.]
[He roughly drags his own nails bluntly down Ace's chest just to be pain.]
[Still... Smoker worries though. He shouldn't... but Impel Down could do a number on anyone. Would. And Ace feared being hated, and especially clung to Smoker's impressions of him, enough he was already agreeing to obey most laws, stay good, and even beg Smoker -- even as a joke.]
[The roughness turned gently again and Smoker affectionately kissed and nuzzled Ace all over.]
Listen, brat.
[A firm growl as he holds Ace down with one hand through Ace's messy, and getting messier -- hair.]
I heard you didn't take orders from Whitebeard. You said in front of all the marines, and the whole world, you disobeyed him. And no matter what your crew said back, I believe you, not them. But you disobey me even once and you're going to hate every damn consequence it brings, and I'll hate delivering them.
[Kisses demandingly, full throated again, and then slowly in a line down Ace's throat.]
[It's hard to say what he means. To even identify it.]
[Trust, equals. Friends. Lovers.] I always get my way. [Bites and sucks on his earlobe.]
Give me too much over you, and I'll definitely take advantage.
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Ace aches into the nails raking, it's another in the list of things that he doesn't get why he likes, but just does. And then he's being held down, by his hair, and he moans in response. He doesn't want to be hurt, not really. Pain isn't the appeal. But fuck does he like being held down. Picked up. Just manhandled without much say in it.] I obeyed orders when I felt like them. And I'm giving you your way, because I want to. Because it feels good, to be good for you. I don't know what that says about me... [Ace is flushed all over again, eating up the kisses, hands roaming over every bit of skin they can touch in worshipful presses and slides. God, he's so fucked, he knew it would be good but he didn't think he'd be a deviant.] But if I didn't want you to take advantage of it, I wouldn't be here. I wanna give you control, I'm not just letting you take it because I'm weak.
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You're never weak, brat.
You're just mine. [Removes the cigars and holds them, moving the hand out from messing up Ace's hair to drape over Ace's shoulders, and lean on his other arm so he can kiss Ace's neck more. And lick it. And nuzzle it. Smoker might be developing an obsession.]
[And throws a leg over Ace's too so he's trapped.]
Very, very mine.
[Kisses Ace's shoulder, before putting the cigars back in and puffing on them.]
Never weak though. Delicious, a really nice fuck, and I'll murder anyone who touches you -- [Smoker needs to get a hold of that desire, seriously.] but anything but weak. [He hands over one of his cigars to Ace to suck on or hold, or whatever.]
You were protecting Straw Hat. Both times. Akainu and Blackbeard. You think I don't know that? [Snorts, closes his eyes and leans his head on Ace's shoulder.]
[And the Spades from Whitebeard, and Whitebeard from Akainu, and Smoker knew the stories of Roger doing the same thing always. A demon when you insulted his friends.]
[But again, Smoker knows better than to mention Roger. At least right now. If ever.]
No, Portgas. You don't have to prove your strength to me. But you'll never con me into underestimating you. [Pulls one of Ace's cheeks out the side.] Hot sauce is too strong for most to handle, but I like it just fine.
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Smoker is one hell of a drug, apparently. And he makes Ace do crazy things and like it.] You know, every time you say that you wanna kill anyone who touches me? I like it more than I should. Guess I've got a thing for possessive. [Ace takes a long deep drag, holding it for a moment before exhaling. He really doesn't like smoking as a rule, he's certainly not going to pick it up. But damn, at times like these it's hot as hell and it feels special to get to share this with Smoker.] He's my little brother. I've gotta keep him safe. Same with anyone I love. If I can't protect those people, who love me even though I-[Ace cuts himself off, he is not ready for this conversation right now.] Well what good am I?
[Ace snorts at the hot sauce comment.] I'm never gonna get over that.
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You're more than a just living shield... idiot.
And good. I'm going to keep calling you that. He probably won't even remember why.
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I know. But things are different here. It's easy to say that I could have found a different way, but I don't see much in the way of other options looking back.
[Ace snorts.] He was plastered. And he thinks you're salty.
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[Cuddly Ace kyaaaa.]
There wasn't another way. Just don't devalue yourself. [FRECKLE KISSES!] You're worth more alive than dead.
I am salty. If I ever let you blow me, you'll see how much.
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[He's just so happy.
Ace makes a small noise under his breath, it's distressing to think about even now.] Yeah. I did my best. But here, I can do better. I've got more options, more choices. And don't worry, I know what I'm worth. [He has dismal self esteem, honestly. But he'll lie and grin to make people happy. Cocky is way easier than emotionally vulnerable as a rule.]
You know I'm gonna. I can't wait to try it.
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