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[orangeoutlaw]

Mhm...

[that was a good kiss but a little alarming. He likes Smoker's thumb on his throat too. But why does it feel different now? Ace is still unbalanced by everything-- but he can't help but look at Smoker's jeans and think what's behind it and what might happen.

He swallows thickly]

So um what next?

[justicereigns]

Ice cream.

Seriously.

[But he bites Ace's throat a little as a preview taste.]

[And ignores the desire to already sit down and tug Ace into his lap for a ride.]

[Jeeeeeez.]

[He normally has way better control than all this.]

[Seriously.]

[And kisses and sucks on one of Ace's ears.] And take it easy Portgas. Don't make it something more than it has to be if you don't want to. Any card games you like to play? Or chess? Although if you're actually good at chess, I'm not sure I can suffer the indignity of Garp's grandson beating me as if I didn't even put up a fight.

[Head tilt again.] Still kidding around, if you like chess, we can play chess. Just relax.

[orangeoutlaw]

Nhh [god that bite... It really turns him on. Everything feels super sensitive, but it also feels super dangerous. And as much as he likes that, something wants to hold back, just a little.

He kisses Smoker back though and leans in to the heat on his ear, curling his fingers against Smoker's chest]

Can't... can't chess well. [grazes his fingers absently down Smoker's side, over his ribs]

Let's eat.

[eating was cold. Cold was good. Ace was already red so maybe this would help him look normal]

[justicereigns]

[Smoker actually moans quietly at the fingers on him, still feeling a little guilty about everything, but if this was going to happen, he was going to do whatever he damned well pleased about it.] Hmn.

[Hooded eyes, and lightly nuzzles the side of Ace's face, kissing and nipping again, and moving his hands slowly from Ace's shoulders to resting on top of the brat's head.] Yeah. I'm hungry.

[Less for ice cream by the minute.]

[But he already put in the request, so he goes into the mini-bar fridge, and hands Portgas the jar of peanut butter and hot fudge.] Melt to taste.

[orangeoutlaw]

[the moan is electrifying. Ace wants to make him do it again. To make Smoker pant his name in that growly dark voice and arch underneath his touch. But he's also going to lose part of his pride as a man tonight if Smoker keeps this up because it's amazing. The nuzzle is cute Smoker but the bite is another Smoker altogether.

He likes both.

He swallows. He wants to give Smoker everything he's hungry for so long as Ace knows he wants it but... but at the same time...

He takes the jar and is unsure of what to do with it. But Smoker said melt and so he does...

only to have the jar crack between his hands]

Ahhh shit shit here take it back!

[justicereigns]

[Smoker just laughs, quickly grabbing bowls to put the sauce in and prevent it from leaking.]

Excited?

[His eyes spark with amusement, and he takes out the refreshed cigars to kiss Ace's mouth again, drawing him close with his body and upper part of his arms, but holding the jars gingerly in his hand so he wouldn't get the sticky all over Ace. That could come later.]

[He drops his voice low again since it seems to have quite the effect on Ace, growling softly in his ear:] I forgot how good you smell this close.

[But then he pulls back, putting the jar down on a bowl and table and licks the excess off his fingers. Yum.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[he nods. He is. Really is. Hell. He makes a noise into that kiss too. Heated chills racing through him at the touch. And then clenches his teeth as Smoker's voice purrs in his ear again.

...He had a smell? He smelled good? What was with all the compliments? What? What?

No... he has to stop getting caught in Smoker's pace. If he was the one being spoiled it was his pace, damnit.

He's entranced for a moment by Smoker licking his fingers, then narrows his eyes and grabs Smoker's wrist, dropping his mouth over a finger flecked with fudge and sucking on it.

His.

He gives Smoker a glare and then closes his eyes, kind of enjoying the taste before pulling his mouth off and licking his lips]

Let's play cards...

[bet you didn't see that coming! Suck it!

Please

Or let him.

He sucks on another of Smoker's fingers drowsily

humm]

[justicereigns]

[Smoker watches Ace with hooded eyes, muffling a low dark rumbling groan through forcibly clenched teeth.]

[That desire to not let Portgas' teeth anywhere near his dick was crumbling by the minute, although he was still pretty fucking sure with his luck, Ace would fall asleep midway and bite him.]

[Still.... he knew the mouth would be hot, but he'd underestimated the feel of the pressure, the light suction on his digits...]

[Fuck.]

Yeah. Strip poker? Or maybe strip gin rummy. I'll spot you fifty points. [Since Ace was halfway undressed already.]

[But all the same he handed Ace an ice cream sundae and brought the fingers and Ace's mouth up to his own, pressing against Ace hard so Ace could feel just how turned on he was.]

[And then after licking the inside of Ace's mouth to get a full taste he growled low and dark in Ace's ear again:] If you play cards half as well as you suck I'll be naked before I even know what to do with it.

[Lies, he was going to make Ace naked so fast, the brat would be a blushing mess.]

[But he wanted to overload Ace's brain a little and make him think he could win.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[yes that... he takes the sundae and presses against Smoker back, making a pleased noise at how hard he was. Good. Good this all made sense. Yes he could follow this no problem]

Strip poker... [he pulls back to lick at his ice cream, even in the bowl as it is] But we get to fuck on your jacket...

[because he really wants to wear it even if it's the only thing]

[justicereigns]

[Blinks.]

Earn it.

[Side glance, his ears burning.] And don't get ice cream on it.

[orangeoutlaw]

I'm a pirate.

[earn it nothing. He sits and eats the ice cream, not really interested in it but watching Smoker.]

Maybe I'll win it instead.

[justicereigns]

Yeah... [Grins quietly, and sucks on his spoon, watching the cat-like moves.] That's what I meant.

[He sits down on the bed opposite Ace, and leans in to kiss Ace's neck and ear again, licking the side of Ace's lips for the taste of peanutbutter and ice cream before eating his own.] Not bad.

[Kicks off his boots and leans back to dig out the deck of cards, and if Ace looks, there's a lot in the drawer, because Smoker wasn't sure what he'd need for eventualities, so he brought a little bit of everything.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[the grin knocks him right off balance and he closes his eyes a little at the kiss, shivering and the lick. He wants to lick back. He wants to lean against Smoker's chest and

...wait a drawer full of stuff. A lot of stuff...

Ace clambers over Smoker to peek in. Lubes and balloons and condoms and... fuzzy handcuffs...? He takes the handcuffs and shoves them in his back pocket... then pulls out a cylindrical thing and pushes the button on the end, jumping a bit as it starts to buzz.]

The hell is this for? [he shakes it, then sticks it in his mouth like a cigar. It feels weird against his teeth]

[justicereigns]

[Smoker just stares at him at first.]

[. . . . . .]

[But then laughs again, before quietly withdrawing it and shutting it off.]

It doesn't go in your mouth. [AMUSED EYEBROWS. Shut up they exist.]

[orangeoutlaw]

Eh? [blink blink]

Where does it go? [moves to sit on Smoker's lap and casually steal his ice cream by dumping both bowls together. Nom nom nom.

Man, Smoker's hard. Ace scooches over just a bit so the curve of his thigh is settled just above that place and waits for an explanation as he stares at Smoker's weird no brows]

[justicereigns]

[Grunts at the sudden wiggly pirate in his lap. It feels nice. Even though even with "Auntie's" advice, he'll never admit it.]

[He gently pets Ace's thighs and leans over to eat over his shoulder and whispers in his ear in that low growly voice again.]

Your ass, it's a vibrator.

[And then waits patiently to see if Ace jumps out in surprise.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[Chokes on ice cream]

WHY DID YOU LET ME PUT IT THERE

[aah it burns it burns! He chugs down the ice cream so that trails of chocolate run down his face and then hurries to the bathroom to gargle soap. Though fortunately there's toothpaste so he'll gargle that instead.

Kill him. Kill him with fire. Graaaaah]

[justicereigns]

[ROLLING ON THE FLOOR LAUGHING.]

[WELL...]

[NOT THAT MUCH.]

[BUT A LOT.]

It's unused!

[BUT HE IS STILL LAUGHING AT A LOT.]

[HIS SIDES HURT.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[assh... bastard!

But it's still kind of funny so Ace isn't mad even if he's not amused either.

And...it's good to hear Smoker laugh.

He comes stomping back to the main room and shoulder checks Smoker onto the bed, giving him a good long kiss that's minty fresh, lathing his tongue with his own.]

Let's play poker, Taisa.

[then he glides a hand over Smoker's thigh, tugging his leg around him and pushes against the hardness with his own, hissing a little between his teeth before grinning and leaning up to suck on Smoker's ear]

Unless you'd rather do this....

[justicereigns]

[Another grunt, and Smoker's cheeks flush. He moves both hands to rest on Ace's waist and gives him a long line of kisses and bites to his neck. God damn but his ears were too easy. He wonders if Ace knows. Or knew for awhile now. Is it like the redhead thing, something Smoker thought was secret, but clearly wasn't? It doesn't matter. It's hard to focus with Ace so close, and smelling so good, and --]

Nothing saying we can't do both.

[A small smirk and Smoker buried his teeth into Ace's shoulder, hoping to elicit at least a little pain. Punishment for dragging him along this far. For making him enjoy it too.]

[It was going to be too easy to shake his self control, to make him want more. To get him literally trembling like that vibrator.]

[He had to at least pretend he could survive doing something else too.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[that's more like it. Ace tries to be stoic and rock like like Smoker is as that hand glides down his waist but he can't help but squirm a little at the touch.]

We should do ah ngh fuck... [that hurt but felt good. Too good. He nipped Smoker's ear in revenge and then rolled up against him again, hard, letting out a ragged near his ear]

both... both right. [and then inspiration] Winner gets to fuck the loser.

[how is that for a game changer]

[justicereigns]

[Smoker groans, only half taking in what Ace is suggesting and agreeing before he even realizes it.]

Yeah, absolutely.

[He'd just have to make sure to win. But for now he kisses Ace hard to shut him up again, because those sounds were going to undo his sanity, or what little shreds of it were left, and rolls quietly up against Portgas, silently reprimanding his waist for not obeying and staying still.]

[He ran a hand over the opposite ear and lightly massaged Ace's neck and throat.]

Do you want to deal or should I not trust a pirate with such a thing? [Still using the low growly voice, but he hopes he doesn't overdo it.]

[orangeoutlaw]

[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]

[justicereigns]

[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.]

[orangeoutlaw]

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]