[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.]
[Drags his fingers over Smoker's shoulders again, mimicking what he did with the flames.] Yeah. It's something I thought about when I got off before. How it'd taste, and feel.
[Ace grins, that is the kind of reaction he lives for. ] He just set the ball rolling. All of this is me, and what I want. [Ace nips a little harder at Smoker. He's in full teasing mode now. Well fucked, feeling loved, and ready to play a little more.] And I really want to suck your cock sometime, get on my knees and worship you. Show you how good you are, how glad I am to be yours. And that's not all I want.
[The more frantic pace of kisses and sucks does affect Ace, incredibly. But he's focused on the task at hand, which is making Smoker lose it.]
I said earlier, that I want to ride you. Wanna wear my hats and boots and nothing else, and just get on top and do all the work. Feel how deep you get inside of me that way, so you can put your hands on me and just enjoy the work that I do. That sounds so good. And I said I wanted to be filmed, it's not fair that you get to see what it looks like when you fill me up and I don't. [Ace's nails dig in a little, and he shifts his hips. It's really hard to stay calm for the sake of the teasing when he's talking so blatantly.] And I do want you to fuck me where someone might see. That's hot as hell, I wanna be claimed where there's some risk.
[God, the voice is hot, but maybe pass on literal murder.]
[Smoker's reactions are driving Ace wild, why does just a small noise and change in breathing make him feel so desperate? He's liked Smoker's reactions from the start, though. And he thrives on encouragement, small signs or large and Smoker reacts.]
Good, 'cause I really wanna. That's not all, though...
[Another thing worth noting, nipples being messed with his a plus, and Ace's hand fists in Smoker's hair, pulling gently. He's not too pushy, yet, but this is rapidly heading towards him begging, like he promised he would.] Why does it feel so much better when you touch me? Everything I can do to myself feels so much nicer when it's your hands on me.
That's how it always is, Hot Sauce. [Nuzzles.] I haven't touched myself since I was a god damn teenager. [Nips an earlobe.] Even things you don't like are better from someone else than what you do like from yourself. [He wonders if that's different for actual narcissists and normal people who don't have the self-loathing issues Ace and Smoker have.... but he doubts it.]
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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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[KISSES ACE HARD.] All this just because of Namur???
[Well, and the dying without getting to experience it, but still.]
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What else do you want?
[Low gravelly voice. If he gets turned on again this quickly he's going to kill Ace maybe.]
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I said earlier, that I want to ride you. Wanna wear my hats and boots and nothing else, and just get on top and do all the work. Feel how deep you get inside of me that way, so you can put your hands on me and just enjoy the work that I do. That sounds so good. And I said I wanted to be filmed, it's not fair that you get to see what it looks like when you fill me up and I don't. [Ace's nails dig in a little, and he shifts his hips. It's really hard to stay calm for the sake of the teasing when he's talking so blatantly.] And I do want you to fuck me where someone might see. That's hot as hell, I wanna be claimed where there's some risk.
[God, the voice is hot, but maybe pass on literal murder.]
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Okay. We'll do all of that. [He's trying to think, but his brain is kind of hyper focused again, and it's a problem.]
Fuck, Portgas... [Flicks Ace's nipples teasingly and massages his legs again.]
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Good, 'cause I really wanna. That's not all, though...
[Another thing worth noting, nipples being messed with his a plus, and Ace's hand fists in Smoker's hair, pulling gently. He's not too pushy, yet, but this is rapidly heading towards him begging, like he promised he would.] Why does it feel so much better when you touch me? Everything I can do to myself feels so much nicer when it's your hands on me.
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[And then just laughs at the question.]
[And kisses Ace more.]
That's how it always is, Hot Sauce. [Nuzzles.] I haven't touched myself since I was a god damn teenager. [Nips an earlobe.] Even things you don't like are better from someone else than what you do like from yourself. [He wonders if that's different for actual narcissists and normal people who don't have the self-loathing issues Ace and Smoker have.... but he doubts it.]
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1/?????????? Oh god Smoker you're gonna break him
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1/?????????? Smoker pls
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