[Ace, go more slowly then. For your own sake, for Smoker's, because --]
[Well, he needs time to process and deal and not choke, and smoke could be a VERY choking irritating element and...]
[There is no fucking way he's letting Ace's mouth anywhere near his dick first time around to experiment on him. Even if Smoker can't be set on fire or bitten easily, the only way to enjoy being sucked off was to be as solid as possible.... which meant that it would hurt like fuck if Ace messed up.]
[Well, if he really had to show Ace first, he could. And would... but definitely not letting Ace near his dick with teeth yet...]
[Although it explains Ace's ...]
[Dick-touching mentioning....]
[UGH.]
[WHAT THE HELL IS SMOKER GETTING HIMSELF INTO?!]
Trust me to handle it. [That same quiet grumbly voice. A little deeper, a little even more gravelly.]
[Tonight was going to be weird.]
I don't always plan my every move that far in advance. [Erm, one at a time, and that was it, because one couldn't really predict pirates beyond that, just be ready for different courses of events.]
But I said I wanted to spoil you tonight, so let me take care of it.
And relax. Just ["Do what you want" was the worst thing to tell Ace ever, but at least Smoker knew it.] I'll handle arrangements and sex, but don't expect it to happen all at once. I'm not -- I don't burn out that quickly. I'm a slow filter kind of guy.
[.... Not that it's enough to prevent the idea and mental image of slow fucking Ace via frottage against nice white hotel sheets, or imagine the squirming and panting out of Ace and the gasps of bliss and hints of pain and screaming Smoker's name in ecstasy as he pounded him or --]
[Jeez, Smoker's ears REALLY need to stop being so red.]
[And his dick to stop being so hard.]
[And his brain WAY less overly visual.]
[And the idea of the cold shower Smoker was going to say he needed to stop himself, just reminds Smoker that he could also slow fuck Ace in a shower. First standing, and then slowly sinking into the tub and fucking until they both couldn't move because of the water, and then just letting the brat writhe on top of him -- and that is not a helpful reminder either.]
[......................... /sigh.]
So your nakama took you to brothels... [... Smoker does not appreciate that sudden twang of jealousy on his heartstrings.] But would... they.... get in the way? Now? [Bitter sour taste is back. What does he ask? How does he ask it?]
[He meant to ask what kind of hotel lodgings would be safest, but fuck it. Maybe Ace doesn't know, and maybe Smoker shouldn't care. He'll just smash someone's face in with a jitte if they interrupt him. Probably.]
[His mouth is way too dry. He needs a drink.]
Have you ever received a blowjob yourself? [Not that he's offering... but Ace dying without getting one seems sad. And not that it would count if Smoker gave him one but...]
[It was worth knowing at least.]
[And maybe he could torture Ace back for all he was putting Smoker through mentally without even seeming to realize it.]
7/7 NSFW FOR SMOKER'S BRAIN :|
[More rubbing the back of his neck.]
[Ace, go more slowly then. For your own sake, for Smoker's, because --]
[Well, he needs time to process and deal and not choke, and smoke could be a VERY choking irritating element and...]
[There is no fucking way he's letting Ace's mouth anywhere near his dick first time around to experiment on him. Even if Smoker can't be set on fire or bitten easily, the only way to enjoy being sucked off was to be as solid as possible.... which meant that it would hurt like fuck if Ace messed up.]
[Well, if he really had to show Ace first, he could. And would... but definitely not letting Ace near his dick with teeth yet...]
[Although it explains Ace's ...]
[Dick-touching mentioning....]
[UGH.]
[WHAT THE HELL IS SMOKER GETTING HIMSELF INTO?!]
Trust me to handle it. [That same quiet grumbly voice. A little deeper, a little even more gravelly.]
[Tonight was going to be weird.]
I don't always plan my every move that far in advance. [Erm, one at a time, and that was it, because one couldn't really predict pirates beyond that, just be ready for different courses of events.]
But I said I wanted to spoil you tonight, so let me take care of it.
And relax. Just ["Do what you want" was the worst thing to tell Ace ever, but at least Smoker knew it.] I'll handle arrangements and sex, but don't expect it to happen all at once. I'm not -- I don't burn out that quickly. I'm a slow filter kind of guy.
[.... Not that it's enough to prevent the idea and mental image of slow fucking Ace via frottage against nice white hotel sheets, or imagine the squirming and panting out of Ace and the gasps of bliss and hints of pain and screaming Smoker's name in ecstasy as he pounded him or --]
[Jeez, Smoker's ears REALLY need to stop being so red.]
[And his dick to stop being so hard.]
[And his brain WAY less overly visual.]
[And the idea of the cold shower Smoker was going to say he needed to stop himself, just reminds Smoker that he could also slow fuck Ace in a shower. First standing, and then slowly sinking into the tub and fucking until they both couldn't move because of the water, and then just letting the brat writhe on top of him -- and that is not a helpful reminder either.]
[......................... /sigh.]
So your nakama took you to brothels... [... Smoker does not appreciate that sudden twang of jealousy on his heartstrings.] But would... they.... get in the way? Now? [Bitter sour taste is back. What does he ask? How does he ask it?]
[He meant to ask what kind of hotel lodgings would be safest, but fuck it. Maybe Ace doesn't know, and maybe Smoker shouldn't care. He'll just smash someone's face in with a jitte if they interrupt him. Probably.]
[His mouth is way too dry. He needs a drink.]
Have you ever received a blowjob yourself? [Not that he's offering... but Ace dying without getting one seems sad. And not that it would count if Smoker gave him one but...]
[It was worth knowing at least.]
[And maybe he could torture Ace back for all he was putting Smoker through mentally without even seeming to realize it.]