[His eyes are closed though because, this is again, shit he's never told a god damn soul. Even any other Ace. But if Ace finds out later...]
I like Roger. I think he knew a lot more about the world than anyone gives him credit for. I've only ever done things with full conviction, and when I don't have that, is when I hesitate.
"Inherited Will, The Destiny of the Age, and The Dreams of the People. As long as people continue to pursue the meaning of Freedom, these things will never cease to be."
[Smoker just blushes HEAD TO TOE. And looks up at the ceiling.]
[Final thing. He can do this. Maybe.]
[His voice is SO QUIET though.]
Roger gave me conviction. You taught me how to live. [Shoves Ace's face with one hand. It's such an easy word. Come on. ONE VOWEL CHANGE BARELY DIFFERENT.] I wouldn't have Adela without you. Or the dogs. Or G-5. Or Faye. Or Augustine. And this you or not...
[Lets go of Ace's face and looks at him. Dying to figure out the right words.]
[Need. Want. Adore.]
[FUCK HE IS SO RED.]
[Don't look at him!]
I wouldn't be me if not for you. [Is that love? It's not... NOT love right? Even if it feels more ridiculous and expansive like he said before. Ace set Smoker's entire life on fire and wrote his name in the ashes.]
[At first as Ace listens, he's so uncomfortable. He's not happy with the idea that there might be some hero worship pushed onto him, that he might be a remnant of a fantasy that couldn't be fulfilled. Hell, maybe Smoker has some daddy issues. It's all unpleasant and stressful and he hates it. He hates that the man who fathered him is still fucking things up for him two deaths and a world away.]
[And then his heart is pounding again and he's pink cheeked and so happy, he's absolutely in love and he doesn't care if he's rushed all of this. This is what he wants and he knows that Smoker cares and that's good enough. He affected him so much, without even trying, and he leans in and kisses Smoker. A passionate, loving, sweet kiss with both hands on Smoker's face, keeping him close. Because he doesn't care what anyone says, he loves him, and he'll do almost anything to make him happy.
Even if it means not punching him for bringing up Gol D. Roger in bed.]
[He finally pulls away from the kiss, keeping his face close.] Okay. Got it. But you gotta fuck me again now. You kinda ruined things with all that dumb stuff, and I want tonight to end on a great note.
I-[This is hard, because he doesn't know how, and he was tempted to just slide Smoker inside of him after working him up a little when he was on top earlier. But he also likes the idea of being on all fours for him, there's something that just seems dirty about that.] Either I wanna ride you, or I want you to get me so I'm on my hands and knees. You pick one of those, because they both sound damn good.
[He's a brat, but he's Smoker's brat. And he's absolutely happy with that.]
[Closes his eyes and visualizes both. Shit. They're both REALLY good. Both. All. Cowboy. And literally like that, Smoker's hard again, which doesn't surprise him in the least, because if Ace wanted to get him hard, Smoker doubts he could control his body to prevent it even on penalty of death.]
Fuck.
[Growls, kisses, and bites, sucking on Ace's bottom lip with a tug, sitting up and squashing out cigars.]
Ride my lap. But you're going to face me this time. In the future, I want your back so I can kiss your tattoo and freckles to my heart's content, but this time, I need to see your face. And have you watch mine.
[That is a power trip all over again. Ace is addicted to being able to get Smoker to respond so quickly, so strongly to him. And he runs his hands down Smoker's chest while they kiss, nails scraping gently, heating up with the threat of igniting but not actually going there.] I'm gonna look so good for you. Come on, move me. Please? [Ace honestly gets a high off of how large Smoker is, that he can just haul him around like he weighs nothing at all, and he's willing to do all the work afterwards. But for now he wants that one last feeling of having a lack of control, before he has all of it.]
[Growls and sits them both up, forcibly moving Ace's legs as he wants them, rubbing Ace's inner thighs, and kisses him bruisingly hard again.]
You make a pretty picture already, Portgas.
[... you know that thing Smoker keeps doing? WHERE HE TAKES A GOOD MOMENT AND ABSOLUTELY DESTROYS IT BECAUSE HE HAS THE EMOTIONAL CAPACITY OF LEAD THIMBLE?]
[Yeah.]
[He's gonna do that again.]
[Ready?]
[I don't think you're ready.] Good enough to hang.
[Pretty picture... That makes Ace puff up a little with pride, pretty does something for him apparently. And he runs his hand down his chest, arching, pulling hard at one of his own nipples as a show, he'll drag out those noises that effect Smoker so much.]
[And all of that anger rushes into confusion, and then a rush of love. Smoker is stupid with feelings and words, and he's hurtful when he wants to be. But dammit, he loves Ace too. Smoker loves Ace, and nothing feels as good as that right now. He's been acknowledged as good enough in bed, in public, in affection, and now the words are the sweetest confirmation. So he presses into the kiss, tongue pressing into Smoker's mouth, and it's as fiery and hot as the flames coming off of his shoulders and back are.
He's hyped up on love, on lust, on anger and raw emotions. And he breaks from the kiss, breathing hard.] I'm yours. Don't break me to quick, huh?
Mm. [Amused dancing eyes and gently nuzzles Ace's face.] I warned you you'd get hurt, but I'll trust you to get even stronger, so I don't fuck up too badly. [Nibbles Ace's ears, and gently strokes his cock soothingly in apology.]
Damn, that's good. [Ace arches up, hips moving already, this is a nice sort of appeasement. And he reaches his hand behind him, fingers grasping for Smoker's length, stroking experimentally. And his face colors red at the way it feels, touching Smoker is just as good as being touched.
He will speaks to him later, about what he said. About how much it ached, or at least he intends to. But for now, all is forgiven and almost forgotten. And he's willing to play nicely for the sake of a good evening.]
[Aw. He didn't truly mean to hurt Ace, so he'll try to knock it off. Although it'll make him need to figure out how to bash his head through brick walls.]
[Indeed, for now, Smoker just covers Ace in kisses, gently massaging and slowly gives Ace some lube for Smoker's own cock, since Ace was already loosened up a lot.]
[Ace bites at his lower lip gently, focused as he slides the lubricant over Smoker's cock. It's incredibly exciting, and it gives him another rush of something that feels like control mixed with chaos. And then it's done, and he wipes his hand off on the sheet, even thought it's a pointless act, and fuck. Where does he go from here? It was easy with Smoker doing everything, guiding his motions and keeping everything moving smoothly. But this is a whole new ballgame.
It's not important that he's not particularly sure of what to do. It wouldn't be the first situation he's thrown himself into without being prepared properly. So he raises up onto his knees, takes Smoker into his hands, and fuck if he knows how to do this gracefully. But he lines him up, and simply forces himself to sink down onto him. What's the point of taking things slowly, anyway?
He whines, and just presses his hands against Smoker's chest. This position changes things up a lot, and it's taking him a minute to get used to it. Eyes shut tightly, breathing hard.]
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You'll punch me, but it might be worth it.
How are you feeling, Ace? [Twice! See? Twice. He's getting better at this. Maybe.]
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I didn't punch you for what you said earlier, so what could you bring up that'd make me do it now?
[He shakes his head.] I'm okay. Messed up a little, but my head's clearing. [Might be a little pink in the cheeks at hearing his name said.]
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[READY?]
[His eyes are closed though because, this is again, shit he's never told a god damn soul. Even any other Ace. But if Ace finds out later...]
I like Roger. I think he knew a lot more about the world than anyone gives him credit for. I've only ever done things with full conviction, and when I don't have that, is when I hesitate.
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I live by that, Portgas.
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[He'll figure it out. Fuck you, he will.]
You're your own man, Portgas.
And a son of Whitebeard more than anything else.
done
[Guidance. Strength. Whitebeard. Roger. Daddy. Adela. Portgas. Love.]
[Fuck.]
[Smoker just blushes HEAD TO TOE. And looks up at the ceiling.]
[Final thing. He can do this. Maybe.]
[His voice is SO QUIET though.]
Roger gave me conviction. You taught me how to live. [Shoves Ace's face with one hand. It's such an easy word. Come on. ONE VOWEL CHANGE BARELY DIFFERENT.] I wouldn't have Adela without you. Or the dogs. Or G-5. Or Faye. Or Augustine. And this you or not...
[Lets go of Ace's face and looks at him. Dying to figure out the right words.]
[Need. Want. Adore.]
[FUCK HE IS SO RED.]
[Don't look at him!]
I wouldn't be me if not for you. [Is that love? It's not... NOT love right? Even if it feels more ridiculous and expansive like he said before. Ace set Smoker's entire life on fire and wrote his name in the ashes.]
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Even if it means not punching him for bringing up Gol D. Roger in bed.]
Done
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[He's surprised, but HARDLY complaining!]
[And then at the last part...]
[Just laughs.]
Okay. How do you want it?
Brat.
[He meant Ace. >:T He needs to try harder.]
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[He's a brat, but he's Smoker's brat. And he's absolutely happy with that.]
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Fuck.
[Growls, kisses, and bites, sucking on Ace's bottom lip with a tug, sitting up and squashing out cigars.]
Ride my lap. But you're going to face me this time. In the future, I want your back so I can kiss your tattoo and freckles to my heart's content, but this time, I need to see your face. And have you watch mine.
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You make a pretty picture already, Portgas.
[... you know that thing Smoker keeps doing? WHERE HE TAKES A GOOD MOMENT AND ABSOLUTELY DESTROYS IT BECAUSE HE HAS THE EMOTIONAL CAPACITY OF LEAD THIMBLE?]
[Yeah.]
[He's gonna do that again.]
[Ready?]
[I don't think you're ready.] Good enough to hang.
[HOW THE FUCK DO YOU PUT UP WITH HIM?]
1/?????????? Smoker pls
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Done
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[He DID mean to let Ace end things on a good note since Ace really needed it.]
[It was kind of fucking hilarious though. And this is Smoker's fucked up payback for his own emotional shortcomings.]
[THIS RIGHT HERE is why Hina does not put up with Smoker very long.]
[A billion asshole retorts, "What are you gonna do about it?" leap to mind.]
[But he actually gives a fuck about Ace and...]
[Pulls Ace forward by the beaded necklace despite, or maybe because of the temper.]
[And whispers in his ear.]
I love you, idiot.
[And kisses, no matter how fucking furious Ace is.]
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He's hyped up on love, on lust, on anger and raw emotions. And he breaks from the kiss, breathing hard.] I'm yours. Don't break me to quick, huh?
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He will speaks to him later, about what he said. About how much it ached, or at least he intends to. But for now, all is forgiven and almost forgotten. And he's willing to play nicely for the sake of a good evening.]
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[Indeed, for now, Smoker just covers Ace in kisses, gently massaging and slowly gives Ace some lube for Smoker's own cock, since Ace was already loosened up a lot.]
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It's not important that he's not particularly sure of what to do. It wouldn't be the first situation he's thrown himself into without being prepared properly. So he raises up onto his knees, takes Smoker into his hands, and fuck if he knows how to do this gracefully. But he lines him up, and simply forces himself to sink down onto him. What's the point of taking things slowly, anyway?
He whines, and just presses his hands against Smoker's chest. This position changes things up a lot, and it's taking him a minute to get used to it. Eyes shut tightly, breathing hard.]
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