[Smoker's hand on Ace's shoulder moves instantly so he can clench it into a tight fist, and it's all Smoker can do to breathe.]
[It's so fucking different than any other time before, and razor sharp in intensity consequently. Usually fucking Ace is making love to a wildfire, a complete storm and tornado that Smoker has to fight with his whole existence not to lose himself completely and get swept away, to stay in control. Here, even with all the control ostensibly in his hands, where Ace was usually so cocksure of himself, always did what he wanted, and Smoker, to an extent, just gave up and let him; having Ace obeying his orders, not timid, but for once not aggressively tackling Smoker, trying to pin him down, it's the most surreal thing, and Smoker has never wanted to fuck the brat as badly as he does that very second.]
[A deep inhale, Smoker's shoulder's tremble, and he has no god damn words. He's not that great at giving orders to begin with. He usually trusts everyone to figure out what to do.]
[But it's the same as always with Ace, he's not overthinking it at least, because it's impossible to think at all with Portgas sucking him off. So he cuts straight to the point.]
Again. More.. saliva. [Growls and bites his cheek, balling the fist tighter, and it's trembling on Ace's shoulder and the hand in his hair stills, quivering with Smoker's lack of restraint.] Get it as wet as you can, because I'm going to fuck you so damn hard, you --
Fuck.
[Wasn't Ace supposed to be the near teenager? Wasn't Smoker in his forties?! Which of them was the one in control here????]
[Damn, he feels amazing. Ace is deeply aroused by this, and the feeling of Smoker's trembling fist and quivering hand leave him feeling quietly powerful. Ace is often consumed by doubt and self-loathing, his fears and weaknesses haunt him. But when he can make Smoker feel so good, it brings up nothing but sweet confidence and empowerment. And that in turn makes him even more desperate to please.
He's not a traditional submissive. He's playful and teasing, until the moment that Smoker takes control and then Ace is happily along for the ride. But he absolutely gets off on serving, on pleasuring, on doing whatever it takes to make Smoker happy. And that really does translate well when he's on his knees, moaning around Smoker's cock, trembling at being told what to do to make Smoker feel good. So he can in turn fuck Ace harder than he's ever been fucked before.
He works hard to do as Smoker says, trying to get his lover's dick as wet as he can with his mouth, sliding down a little further until he feels like he's going to gag if he goes further, then pulling away, sucking and lapping on the head and repeating. He doesn't have enough experience to really change things up, and it's his first and worst blowjob. But he genuinely enjoys doing this for Smoker. He wants to make him happy, make this good for both of them. And he'll keep going that way until he's stopped.]
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[Smoker's hand on Ace's shoulder moves instantly so he can clench it into a tight fist, and it's all Smoker can do to breathe.]
[It's so fucking different than any other time before, and razor sharp in intensity consequently. Usually fucking Ace is making love to a wildfire, a complete storm and tornado that Smoker has to fight with his whole existence not to lose himself completely and get swept away, to stay in control. Here, even with all the control ostensibly in his hands, where Ace was usually so cocksure of himself, always did what he wanted, and Smoker, to an extent, just gave up and let him; having Ace obeying his orders, not timid, but for once not aggressively tackling Smoker, trying to pin him down, it's the most surreal thing, and Smoker has never wanted to fuck the brat as badly as he does that very second.]
[A deep inhale, Smoker's shoulder's tremble, and he has no god damn words. He's not that great at giving orders to begin with. He usually trusts everyone to figure out what to do.]
[But it's the same as always with Ace, he's not overthinking it at least, because it's impossible to think at all with Portgas sucking him off. So he cuts straight to the point.]
Again. More.. saliva. [Growls and bites his cheek, balling the fist tighter, and it's trembling on Ace's shoulder and the hand in his hair stills, quivering with Smoker's lack of restraint.] Get it as wet as you can, because I'm going to fuck you so damn hard, you --
Fuck.
[Wasn't Ace supposed to be the near teenager? Wasn't Smoker in his forties?! Which of them was the one in control here????]
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He's not a traditional submissive. He's playful and teasing, until the moment that Smoker takes control and then Ace is happily along for the ride. But he absolutely gets off on serving, on pleasuring, on doing whatever it takes to make Smoker happy. And that really does translate well when he's on his knees, moaning around Smoker's cock, trembling at being told what to do to make Smoker feel good. So he can in turn fuck Ace harder than he's ever been fucked before.
He works hard to do as Smoker says, trying to get his lover's dick as wet as he can with his mouth, sliding down a little further until he feels like he's going to gag if he goes further, then pulling away, sucking and lapping on the head and repeating. He doesn't have enough experience to really change things up, and it's his first and worst blowjob. But he genuinely enjoys doing this for Smoker. He wants to make him happy, make this good for both of them. And he'll keep going that way until he's stopped.]