[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.
[Not nearly as hard as Ace is, body tense, each arch and rise and fall feeling like a battle. And part of him wants, just a little, to give up and beg Smoker to take over. To fuck him well, to take control like Ace likes so much, and to just let him come from those powerful thrusts and demanding hands. But Ace is not one to shy from a challenge. And his hand is burning flames, grasping and clinging as if his life depends on it.
The last of his control certainly does if nothing else.] Too much, shit. It almost hurts. [But he's moving harder and faster, because it's not a bad thing. He just doesn't have words for that level of intensity, and that white hot feeling has gone from a gentle unfolding to a whirling rush inside of him. Closer and closer, and he wants more. Wants to come. Wants something that he doesn't know how to ask for.] I know-I know, I-[He makes a sound that's somewhere between pleasure and a plea.] Almost there. [Faster, more desperate, eyes locked on Smoker and if he looks away he knows he'll give in. But he wants to show him just how much he enjoys this, how much he loves Smoker and how damn good it feels to have him buried deep inside of him.
It doesn't take him much longer to finish, thankfully. He'd give up and touch himself otherwise. Just a couple more well angled motions and he comes hard, slumping against Smoker as he releases. Both hands on fire now, and clinging to him. Still trying to move his hips despite being so fucked out that he can't even make himself sit up.]
[Smoker's eyes lock back on Ace's with a giant grin. He can watch the fires raging, behind Ace's eyes and in front of them, from his own shoulders. A show all for him. And for just a little while at least, nothing else matters. The stupid constant over thinking everything, finally FINALLY shuts the fuck up, and everything is pure adrenaline and ecstasy, watching Portgas figure it out, his first time, and positively ruining him for anyone else who followed Smoker. And the marine is not the least bit apologetic about that whatsoever.]
[The noises are exquisite, and as the rush takes over Ace and he falls forward, Smoker tenderly catches him, moving the hands off the legs to just hold Ace protectively, caring all tender and gross about his brat's well-being, but it's fine because Ace is probably out of it enough not to make a big deal of it, so it's fine.]
Mine. [Smoker kisses Ace's forehead, closes his eyes, and moves one hand down to settle Ace's hips to a rhythm more comfortable for himself. It's a weird cadence, he's never done exactly this position with Portgas before, and it's been nearly a decade since any other man, but he knows Ace's body and his own well enough to start off easy, and pick up Ace's ass with one hand when he needs the speed.]
[He waits until Ace is looking at him again to lick some of Ace's cum off his knuckles with a smirk, and then makes sure to finish inside of the brat again, just to prove he wanted to.]
[It's kind of a delightful blur after Ace orgasms. He registers Mine, and he nods in agreement, and he's a mess of oversensitivity and even though he's absolutely done there's still something wonderful about how it feels when Smoker speeds up. And Ace tries to keep up, but he's all but useless now. He doesn't know how to even word what he's feeling, it's so much, and he just moans as Smoker licks cum from his hand and fuck, he didn't think that could be so hot. And having Smoker finish inside of him gets a final shaken cry out of Ace, he's not even hard, he's too tired for more, but it's still as appealing the second time around.
He feels claimed, inside and out, and he's sore in a wonderful way and filled up and he doesn't know what to do. So he does nothing but kiss Smoker, worshipful little presses against his mouth, fire running over his shoulders still, anything to make him feel good and loved. Smoker is an asshole, he can be hurtful sometimes, and he's got one hell of a strange sense of humor. But Ace loves him, and he loves Ace, and they've found this place together that both of them need.
[Smoker returns the kisses, slowly and gently, tenderly moving Ace, still manhandling him, but using smoke to soften as needed, to get him off, but then lays on his back with Ace on his chest like a giant cat.]
[And gently pets Ace's hair, even before getting cigars again. Silly brat.]
[He's going to protect the hell out of him though. Even more than the Whitebeards tried. Because they didn't want to hold Ace back, and Smoker wasn't nice enough not to grab Ace and stop him from burning anything important. But for now, he's just... content. For once.]
I'm taking the evening off, obviously. So get settled in, Hot Sauce. I'm not going anywhere.
[Ace is still for a moment, free of flames, just enjoying the feeling of resting on Smoker's strong chest, listening to him breathe, enjoying the petting and attention because nothing feels as safe and good as this. He's had all the proof he needs to be more confident in this relationship, he feels so claimed, and a thousand times freer than he ever expected. Like a cat that can run free but always knows where it's home is. Where it belongs.
And right now, this is where he belongs. With Smoker.
Ace blinks lazilly at the cigars being grabbed, and he offers up a shaky hand with ignited fingers to light them up. And then it's back to snuggling up. The only thing that he does after that is ignite himself on the inside only to clean up, he wants to keep Smoker's cum inside of him, he wants to feel it there, but he's getting uncomfortable and the idea of getting up to clean up is strongly rejected. So it's a flash of heat, and he feels better. And now nothing is getting in the way of this sleepy, wonderful afterglow.] Good. 'Cause I'd be mad if you got up and left before I fell asleep. [He lifts his head a little, to peer at Smoker.] You liked it, right? I wanted to show you that I could, just because of you.
[Smoker's flat-out gobsmacked that Portgas asked. That he didn't know. That he couldn't tell. Well, guess getting the words forced out of him too was important if Ace couldn't tell this much!]
[Words.]
[Damn...]
[Did he like it?]
[Such an understatement.]
[Words....]
[Smoker buys himself more time to think with a long hard kiss.]
Portgas...
There are about a hundred thousand reasons I couldn't let anyone get to you before I did. [Holds Ace's face in both hands. Treasuring him. Cherishing.] The worst one, the one I am an absolute asshole for, is because I wanted to set the bar so high for you, no one else could ever compare, so even if shit happens, it won't matter, you'll still be thinking of me. [Gently headbutts Ace with a nudge, because Smoker is not dumb enough to crack his skull on a D's.] That's because I'm always thinking of you. And you laid claim all over any part of me you wanted, and even parts you didn't want, ages ago.
[Kisses.] This you, also broke a lot of barriers to do a bunch of firsts, things I said I didn't want, thought I didn't, but you made me want them, just like I want you.
[Snorts, and gives a headshake.] You were better than good, idiot. There is no follow-up act. It's just you.
I told you.
[Rests their foreheads together, just enjoying the close intimacy for a moment.] You set my world on fire. But I wouldn't be here if I didn't want that.
[Kisses Ace's cheek and snorts.] Do you really think I'm even capable of holding my tongue if I didn't like something?
[Gently smooshes Ace's cheeks between two fists.] Yes, Ace. You're the best. And I'd hate you more for it if I wasn't too busy enjoying it.
Reason... four, why I couldn't let anyone else touch you. Because they couldn't bring out your best. Not that I can either. But better than them.
I just wanted to show you. [Ace leans in once more to press an entirely sweet kiss against Smoker's lips. His words got confused earlier, he doesn't know if he really asked what he meant to ask, or if he just said what slipped out, or if it matters either way. He just knows that he feels so good, so safe and even though he's tired it's a contented sort of exhaustion. He doesn't care about anything besides this closeness between them, and he settles back down against Smoker's chest. Breathing slowly and steadily, there's nothing but comfortable and warm and happy in his mind and heart for the first time in a long time.
He's drank too much today, he's been struggling to sleep, and with this workout to add to it he's not going to be awake for long. And tonight, those nightmares won't be able to touch him.]
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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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[Not nearly as hard as Ace is, body tense, each arch and rise and fall feeling like a battle. And part of him wants, just a little, to give up and beg Smoker to take over. To fuck him well, to take control like Ace likes so much, and to just let him come from those powerful thrusts and demanding hands. But Ace is not one to shy from a challenge. And his hand is burning flames, grasping and clinging as if his life depends on it.
The last of his control certainly does if nothing else.] Too much, shit. It almost hurts. [But he's moving harder and faster, because it's not a bad thing. He just doesn't have words for that level of intensity, and that white hot feeling has gone from a gentle unfolding to a whirling rush inside of him. Closer and closer, and he wants more. Wants to come. Wants something that he doesn't know how to ask for.] I know-I know, I-[He makes a sound that's somewhere between pleasure and a plea.] Almost there. [Faster, more desperate, eyes locked on Smoker and if he looks away he knows he'll give in. But he wants to show him just how much he enjoys this, how much he loves Smoker and how damn good it feels to have him buried deep inside of him.
It doesn't take him much longer to finish, thankfully. He'd give up and touch himself otherwise. Just a couple more well angled motions and he comes hard, slumping against Smoker as he releases. Both hands on fire now, and clinging to him. Still trying to move his hips despite being so fucked out that he can't even make himself sit up.]
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[The noises are exquisite, and as the rush takes over Ace and he falls forward, Smoker tenderly catches him, moving the hands off the legs to just hold Ace protectively, caring all tender and gross about his brat's well-being, but it's fine because Ace is probably out of it enough not to make a big deal of it, so it's fine.]
Mine. [Smoker kisses Ace's forehead, closes his eyes, and moves one hand down to settle Ace's hips to a rhythm more comfortable for himself. It's a weird cadence, he's never done exactly this position with Portgas before, and it's been nearly a decade since any other man, but he knows Ace's body and his own well enough to start off easy, and pick up Ace's ass with one hand when he needs the speed.]
[He waits until Ace is looking at him again to lick some of Ace's cum off his knuckles with a smirk, and then makes sure to finish inside of the brat again, just to prove he wanted to.]
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He feels claimed, inside and out, and he's sore in a wonderful way and filled up and he doesn't know what to do. So he does nothing but kiss Smoker, worshipful little presses against his mouth, fire running over his shoulders still, anything to make him feel good and loved. Smoker is an asshole, he can be hurtful sometimes, and he's got one hell of a strange sense of humor. But Ace loves him, and he loves Ace, and they've found this place together that both of them need.
And nothing feels better to Ace than that.]
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[And gently pets Ace's hair, even before getting cigars again. Silly brat.]
[He's going to protect the hell out of him though. Even more than the Whitebeards tried. Because they didn't want to hold Ace back, and Smoker wasn't nice enough not to grab Ace and stop him from burning anything important. But for now, he's just... content. For once.]
I'm taking the evening off, obviously. So get settled in, Hot Sauce. I'm not going anywhere.
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And right now, this is where he belongs. With Smoker.
Ace blinks lazilly at the cigars being grabbed, and he offers up a shaky hand with ignited fingers to light them up. And then it's back to snuggling up. The only thing that he does after that is ignite himself on the inside only to clean up, he wants to keep Smoker's cum inside of him, he wants to feel it there, but he's getting uncomfortable and the idea of getting up to clean up is strongly rejected. So it's a flash of heat, and he feels better. And now nothing is getting in the way of this sleepy, wonderful afterglow.] Good. 'Cause I'd be mad if you got up and left before I fell asleep. [He lifts his head a little, to peer at Smoker.] You liked it, right? I wanted to show you that I could, just because of you.
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[Words.]
[Damn...]
[Did he like it?]
[Such an understatement.]
[Words....]
[Smoker buys himself more time to think with a long hard kiss.]
Portgas...
There are about a hundred thousand reasons I couldn't let anyone get to you before I did. [Holds Ace's face in both hands. Treasuring him. Cherishing.] The worst one, the one I am an absolute asshole for, is because I wanted to set the bar so high for you, no one else could ever compare, so even if shit happens, it won't matter, you'll still be thinking of me. [Gently headbutts Ace with a nudge, because Smoker is not dumb enough to crack his skull on a D's.] That's because I'm always thinking of you. And you laid claim all over any part of me you wanted, and even parts you didn't want, ages ago.
[Kisses.] This you, also broke a lot of barriers to do a bunch of firsts, things I said I didn't want, thought I didn't, but you made me want them, just like I want you.
[Snorts, and gives a headshake.] You were better than good, idiot. There is no follow-up act. It's just you.
I told you.
[Rests their foreheads together, just enjoying the close intimacy for a moment.] You set my world on fire. But I wouldn't be here if I didn't want that.
[Kisses Ace's cheek and snorts.] Do you really think I'm even capable of holding my tongue if I didn't like something?
[Gently smooshes Ace's cheeks between two fists.] Yes, Ace. You're the best. And I'd hate you more for it if I wasn't too busy enjoying it.
Reason... four, why I couldn't let anyone else touch you. Because they couldn't bring out your best. Not that I can either. But better than them.
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He's drank too much today, he's been struggling to sleep, and with this workout to add to it he's not going to be awake for long. And tonight, those nightmares won't be able to touch him.]
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You did good, kid. Don't try so hard. I'm already yours.