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[it surprises him that Smoker agrees and his cock twitches in interest. Or maybe it's Smoker's mouth that's doing that or his hand on Ace's neck, massaging it. He mock growls low in his throat, basking in Smoker's perfect voice and digs his fingers against Smoker's ass as he pulls himself in a perfect upward stroke against the Marine, shuddering at the sensation and heat...]

Hahhhhh [what would it be like to fuck him?] Let me deal. [he wants to find out]

[SEVERAL WARNING BELLS GO OFF IN SMOKER'S HEAD AT ONCE, but...]

[He's already trusting this brat this far...]

[He grunts, swallows, and hands him the deck.]

[His mouth is suddenly dry. There is a rather intense sense of foreboding, and he remembers vaguely that he really didn't want to let Portgas experiment on him.]

If you break my dick you're spending the next four hours figuring out how to explain it to a robot doctor with me.

[BUT THAT ISN'T A NO.]

It's your ass you have to worry about. But I'll be gentle...

[he scrambles to sit cross-legged on the bed, snatching up the cards and shuffling them. Dealing from the bottom of the deck is a go. He's going to cheat his ass off]

It's not my ass I'm worried about, it's your brain. Which I'm not certain you don't keep in the same place.

[But he's just being Smoker.]

[You can cheat all you want Ace, but Smoker is going to play straight >:|]

[AND STILL WIN.]

[Or try his damnedest. To prove his point.]

...No I'm saying if I win I get to take your ass... [how is that confusing? He deals Smoker his cards and then looks at his own. Hmmm. Not a great hand. Not a single court or ace card in here. Crap]

Shit.

I. Know.

[Slides over three cards.] Gimme 3.

[well...as long as he knows

gives him three, but then this is kind of lame so he sacrifices a boot, nudging it off so he can stretch his foot across the bed and massage Smoker's inner thigh with the ball of his foot]

Got a good hand, Taisa?

[and then just replaces his whole hand though his new hand isn't much better]

Shit.

[Grunts.]

Conceding your first hand already Portgas? [Arches eyebrows. ~~THEY ARE THERE SHUT UP~~.]

Never. [he'll work with this. He'll believe in the heart of the cards. Also stop arching your forhead.

He moves his foot a little closer to the center]

What about you?

I have a great hand.

[Raises him via poker chips.]

[trying to cheat via seduction isn't working.]

Not as great as mine. [pushes more in. Rests foot against Smoker's dick? It feels really weird against his arch but he likes it. Hum]

Say when you want to call then.

[Stretches his arms and leans back leaving his cards down.]

[You fail to realize how god damn competitive Smoker is, Ace.]

[ultimate seduction technique fail.]

Call. [gloomily]

[he's got two, three, seven, ten and a jack. Freaking jack.]

[.....]

Portgas...

[STARES.]

Do you even know how to play this?

Or are you a poker virgin too?

[Reveals his three threes.]

Marco tried to teach me but I kept falling asleep.

[though he knows that's better than his. Damn]

Okay... [takes off his hat.] Do you just not feel my foot or what? [wiggles his toes]

[Grunts and stiffens his shoulders.]

Portgas, if you didn't want to play, you should have just said so.

[Puts the cards off to the side, and pulls Ace into his lap to kiss and suck on his neck hard.]

Wait no I did! [struggles and grinds against him. He's so conflicted. Whimpers at the heat on his neck and sucks on his own lip]

I want... I wanted to tease you and...to have a chance at fucking you...

[oh wait wait]

What if we do it with rock paper scissors?

[Groans at the wriggling, and has to shift with Ace or lose his mind even more.]

I don't trust your luck that much. [Kisses down his jawline.] Best out of 15. [Holds out a fist.]

Okay! [grins happily. Wriggles a little more, slips a hand against the side of Smoker's neck and massages and then shakes his fist]

Rock paper scissors, go!

[eat scissors, Taisa]

[Also had scissors, but all but falls over at the massage to his neck.]

Hah.... fuck... Portgas....

[Flushes and buries his head into Ace's shoulder, holding out his fist again, this time to shake into paper.]

Does that mean I won?

[yes he likes this better. He also likes the heat of Smoker's face against his neck. He keeps going and murmurs softly]

That means you'll have to take something off...

We tied. What'd you get the second time. [Because he can't be bothered to look over, but he gets ready to undo the belt.]

[And nibbles idly on Ace's neck and throat. Good throat. Meant for caressing and bruising.]

I didn't throw... I thought... Nnnh. [he arches his head and wants to melt into that.

But no he's not going to miss his chance]

Again...

[rock this time and he moans softly at Smoker's teeth. Fuck]

[Scissors, but he's not looking, way too interested in getting more sounds from Ace, just bites his throat more and moves a hand to hold Ace's face so he can suck on the pirate's tongue.]

How about we just fuck, and figure out taking it to another level some later time? [Bites under Ace's chin and runs his hands down Ace's shoulders and abs, little spider finger tendrils.]

[yeah that sounds like a good idea, especially since Ace can only moan and arch under his touch and want more of it and to get out of these clothes. Plus this means he doesn't have to hold back]

Ahh hn yeah yeah let's shit... go... [flicks his tongue over Smoker's ear and keens a little]

But I still want to fuck on your jacket...

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