A short drabble because my muse isn't exactly helping me right now...
Hope you like it, it's my first short SmokerxAce fic ^^
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When he finally pulled out, he already recognized the short twitch on Aces' face as a flash of pain. He'd overdone it.
Again.
Ace shared half of the guilt, though, for it had been him to make the "evening talk" a bit hotter last night, causing Smoker to actually go totally wild and horny on him.
Heavy air filled the dark room on board of Smokers ship. The sweat rolling down his pale skin cooled him down a bit and made him shiver slightly. Therefor he pulled the hard breathing Ace closer, instead of the heavy and rather crumpled blanket. He'd learned during the past months that Ace was always the quicker way to get warm if one felt cold, for he seemed to be the personification of a heating.
Stroking the soft hair of the boy he almost forgot how annoying that brat was.
Almost.
Well, he'd have a peaceful night at least, 'cause even a fire fist Ace was exhausted after a couple of rounds of their "serious evening talk". There wouldn't be much of a conversation anymore.
The quiet ticking noise of the clock in the left corner of his desk was soothing.
But smoker didn't need to look at it to know which time it would eagerly show. It must have been around 1am, for they went to bed at exact 11pm before their ...activities... had started.
His body was screaming for sleep but his mind was constantly fighting against the urge to give in to the desire of his numb limbs. And being the cool, totally in-control marine commodore he was, his mind won.
As usual it didn't take long for Ace to finally fall into a deep slumber. Smoker now dared laughing softly at him, now that the freckled one wouldn't notice anymore. Carefully wrapping the white sheets around them, he made himself a bit more comfortable by shifting is legs a bit under Ace's heavy body. The arm of the younger one was loosely wrapped around the marines' shoulder and his nose was nuzzled up against the soft flesh of his neck.
If Portgas decided to make sudden movements in his dreams, it would definitely hurt.
Like always he stopped stroking the ravens' hair and forehead, by slowly resting his hands on the warm back, finally allowing his worn out body to join his lover in dreamland.