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.]
[Despite purposely giving Ace the control of being on top, Smoker almost pulled the brat down on him until Ace figured it out, and seemed to be having a blast.]
Fuck...
[A growl and his head throws back, eyes closed, and one of his hands has to tightly grip Ace's thigh for self control enough not to fuck Ace wildly now that he was around him.]
[He slowly peeks an eye open, breath steady at least.] You all right, brat?
[Another low growl and a shiver of pleasure, as his thumb strokes the inside of Ace's thigh, and over the top of Ace's dick.]
I'm good, I am, it's just... [Ace opens his eyes, and shifts experimentally. And moans, a low and needy sound that's tore from his throat more than willingly created.] It just feels really good. Had to take a second, it's different like this. [Ace sighs, and he's worried for a moment. He likes how full he feels, how deep Smoker is inside of him, and he wants to move, but how? It's not exactly something that comes with a manual, and this is his second time having sex with very little education sexually in general. So he settles for shifting without rising, rolling his hips, and it's good, but he doesn't know if this is how he's supposed to do it.] C'mon, help me out daddy. [The brat is still present and doesn't really go away. Ever. And after how much father issues Smoker threw at him earlier, he figures it's fair play.] Show me how you want me to do this.
[It's definitely fair play. And Smoker doesn't seem too fazed.]
[He growls and continues the strokes, moving Ace even closer against him, and uses his cock to angle better this time, determined to at least figure out where Ace's prostate was for future reference, if nothing else.]
Come here, Ace. Mine.
[Kisses down Ace's neck and moved the hand up Ace's thigh in a slow deliberate slide to grip Ace's ass, and tug him down hard, with a nice satisfactory growl.]
[Pure lust in his eyes, he watched Ace's face, as he guided his cock and ass between hands, rolling and thrusting up into him just so. On his timing, for all he was giving Ace semblance of control. He knew Ace could and would take it back when he truly wanted to.]
Yours. [Ace's voice reflects just what that simple set of words did to him, and that angle makes him tremble. He doesn't know why it feels so good when Smoker thrusts a certain way, and he's not sure he cares why either. He just knows that his head rolls back, and he curses, and shifts to try to keep it happening. And while he's allowing Smoker to move him now, to manhandle him, it's a lesson to Ace in how to do this right and he's damn well going to take the power back soon.]
Fuck, that's it. That's so good. [He's addicted. This is about all he can do tonight. It's a lot for his first night with his lover. But damn, he's going to be insatiable later.] I think I've got it now. [Ace pushes Smoker's hands onto his thighs, he can do what he wants with them from there, but Ace wants to move as he pleases now. He uses his hands to brace himself, trying to angle his motions for the right speed and friction, but also to make himself feel that white-hot intensity every time.] I don't think I'm gonna last long this time either. [Ace trembles, legs shaking a little, when he manages to hit the perfect angle to make him see stars. And that unfolding feeling is already coming back again.] Don't touch my dick. I wanna try something.
[Smoker lets go, both hands clenched in the bed sheets for a bit, but as he watches Ace go at it, his shoulders tremble even without flames or ear sucks, and the sheets aren't fucking enough.]
[So the hands go back on Ace, but in his hair, pulling his neck back so Smoker can savage his throat and chin, marking him if Ace didn't switch to logia to heal it, and the other hand caressing Ace all damn over. Shoulders, chest and nipple, back, hips, ass, legs.]
[If Smoker had cigars in his mouth they'd be bitten in half, and as it is, he's using his remaining shreds of self control not to take back control so he can keep it on his pace and even and steady. This is why the first Portgas had to wrestle Smoker for it, and Smoker rarely gave it up easily. Even with Faye.]
Just do it.
[He knows Ace's body a little better, so fuck it, if Ace doesn't stop him, he's going to cheat with using smoke to downright massage the inside of Ace and brush his prostate as needed.]
[Ace is making sure that those marks will set, letting his guard down to keep the proof of their coupling there as long as possible. He knows it's going to go away sooner than it would for most, but he wants to see marks there anyway. Any proof that Smoker has had him is a good thing in his mind.
He wants this to really last, to take his time and make Smoker feel so good, but it's not so easy suddenly. Ace had a good pace going, and he was comfortable with what he was doing until that smoke pressed inside of him and brushed up just right. And he makes a sound that's close to a sob, gritting his teeth because his focus is gone and he's starting to move more erratically.] Fuck. I'm not gonna be able to make this last if you keep doing that.
[Smoker chuckles darkly, adding more bites and sucks to Ace's shoulders.]
Yeah, good. You're trying too hard again, Portgas. [Bites, sucks, and presses the smoke a little harder.] Who do you think you're with? [More hand tangling in Ace's hair, but less pushy, more ruffling and gives him a long slow kiss, letting Ace roll as he pleases to experiment for a little bit.]
I always get my own way. [Covers him in kisses and for the most part lets Ace be free and wild, but he moves one of Ace's hands to Smoker's back.] Light me up.
I'm trying hard because I want to. I wanna show you something. How much I really like this. [This might not be the greatest idea Ace had ever had, and gods it's difficult to keep the pace right when he's this worked up. His hips and legs are getting a hell of a workout and so is his patience, because he's got to do this just right or he's not going to be able to get off how he wants to.]
You're just tryin' to get the upper hand again. [Ace obliges though, more than happy to slide a burning hand over Smoker's back, an act of possession and worship in one, bathed in flames for the man that he's probably unhealthily attached to.] Fuck, it's hard to do this... [He's jerky and erratic, trying to focus on this and doing it right, but now he's one hand less on the support and he's losing his capacity to keep up the pace in this position.]
[That's a lie, or at least partially, because the second the flames touch him, he's alive and all his senses are heightened and blended, pure pleasure, exotic bliss, and his pride suffers way below that because he just can't be arsed to give a damn about anything except Portgas and their touch.]
Yeah.
[Shudders, both hands in Ace's hair, and kisses him deeply, like he wants to swallow Ace's flames whole into the smoke.]
[Another shudder as he lets go, hands moving to hold Ace's legs, back to massaging them both, though he doesn't touch Ace's member as promised.] You're figure it out. [Hoarsely.] You've got this. I trust you.
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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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Fuck...
[A growl and his head throws back, eyes closed, and one of his hands has to tightly grip Ace's thigh for self control enough not to fuck Ace wildly now that he was around him.]
[He slowly peeks an eye open, breath steady at least.] You all right, brat?
[Another low growl and a shiver of pleasure, as his thumb strokes the inside of Ace's thigh, and over the top of Ace's dick.]
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[He growls and continues the strokes, moving Ace even closer against him, and uses his cock to angle better this time, determined to at least figure out where Ace's prostate was for future reference, if nothing else.]
Come here, Ace. Mine.
[Kisses down Ace's neck and moved the hand up Ace's thigh in a slow deliberate slide to grip Ace's ass, and tug him down hard, with a nice satisfactory growl.]
[Pure lust in his eyes, he watched Ace's face, as he guided his cock and ass between hands, rolling and thrusting up into him just so. On his timing, for all he was giving Ace semblance of control. He knew Ace could and would take it back when he truly wanted to.]
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Fuck, that's it. That's so good. [He's addicted. This is about all he can do tonight. It's a lot for his first night with his lover. But damn, he's going to be insatiable later.] I think I've got it now. [Ace pushes Smoker's hands onto his thighs, he can do what he wants with them from there, but Ace wants to move as he pleases now. He uses his hands to brace himself, trying to angle his motions for the right speed and friction, but also to make himself feel that white-hot intensity every time.] I don't think I'm gonna last long this time either. [Ace trembles, legs shaking a little, when he manages to hit the perfect angle to make him see stars. And that unfolding feeling is already coming back again.] Don't touch my dick. I wanna try something.
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[So the hands go back on Ace, but in his hair, pulling his neck back so Smoker can savage his throat and chin, marking him if Ace didn't switch to logia to heal it, and the other hand caressing Ace all damn over. Shoulders, chest and nipple, back, hips, ass, legs.]
[If Smoker had cigars in his mouth they'd be bitten in half, and as it is, he's using his remaining shreds of self control not to take back control so he can keep it on his pace and even and steady. This is why the first Portgas had to wrestle Smoker for it, and Smoker rarely gave it up easily. Even with Faye.]
Just do it.
[He knows Ace's body a little better, so fuck it, if Ace doesn't stop him, he's going to cheat with using smoke to downright massage the inside of Ace and brush his prostate as needed.]
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He wants this to really last, to take his time and make Smoker feel so good, but it's not so easy suddenly. Ace had a good pace going, and he was comfortable with what he was doing until that smoke pressed inside of him and brushed up just right. And he makes a sound that's close to a sob, gritting his teeth because his focus is gone and he's starting to move more erratically.] Fuck. I'm not gonna be able to make this last if you keep doing that.
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Yeah, good. You're trying too hard again, Portgas. [Bites, sucks, and presses the smoke a little harder.] Who do you think you're with? [More hand tangling in Ace's hair, but less pushy, more ruffling and gives him a long slow kiss, letting Ace roll as he pleases to experiment for a little bit.]
I always get my own way. [Covers him in kisses and for the most part lets Ace be free and wild, but he moves one of Ace's hands to Smoker's back.] Light me up.
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You're just tryin' to get the upper hand again. [Ace obliges though, more than happy to slide a burning hand over Smoker's back, an act of possession and worship in one, bathed in flames for the man that he's probably unhealthily attached to.] Fuck, it's hard to do this... [He's jerky and erratic, trying to focus on this and doing it right, but now he's one hand less on the support and he's losing his capacity to keep up the pace in this position.]
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[That's a lie, or at least partially, because the second the flames touch him, he's alive and all his senses are heightened and blended, pure pleasure, exotic bliss, and his pride suffers way below that because he just can't be arsed to give a damn about anything except Portgas and their touch.]
Yeah.
[Shudders, both hands in Ace's hair, and kisses him deeply, like he wants to swallow Ace's flames whole into the smoke.]
[Another shudder as he lets go, hands moving to hold Ace's legs, back to massaging them both, though he doesn't touch Ace's member as promised.] You're figure it out. [Hoarsely.] You've got this. I trust you.
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