A/N: Here. Have some Valentine's Day smut. I feel that this one's a bit more themed than the normal one, but whatever.

Enjoy!

Marco hated seeing Ace upset, but something about this pout was absolutely adorable, especially since he seemed to be hiding something behind his back. He could take a few guesses at what it was, but considering the day, he really didn't need to.

It was February 14th, so most likely, Ace had something to give him. But why was he hiding it so stubbornly? Well, that might have had something to do with the humongous pile of heart-shaped boxes, fragrant bouquets, and colorful cards. Judging from Ace's look, he already knew what the pile was, but he opened his mouth anyways and asked, "What's all this?"

"Valentine's day fan mail," Marco explained simply. He would prefer not to discuss the subject any further. These gifts, while flattering, weren't very important to him anyways. "It's always been over the top though. Too much for me, yoi."

"O-oh. I see," Ace said, expression falling. "I guess all that chocolate would make you sick." Marco didn't see why was more upset now, and then he saw Ace attempt to hide whatever he had behind his back even further. There was no way that he was thinking that. Was there?

"Ace," Marco started, "You're not actually jealous. Are you?"

Ace's cheeks turned a signature Valentine's Day red in a silent show of his undeniable answer.

Marco, moving closer to him, took his available hand and kissed his forehead gently. "There's no need to be jealous. I love only you."

"I know, Marco!" Ace finally responded, though his flush hadn't faded. "But sometimes I can't help worrying and I think that you don't want my gift-"

"Why would you ever think that, yoi?"

"W-well," he sputtered, "it's just that you have so many presents already and that my present is so normal and-"

Unbeknownst to Ace, Marco tuned out his last few words so he could think. He didn't see the quantity of presents as a problem. Sure, there may have been many, but all of them together couldn't have possibly meant more to Marco than one gift from Ace. Besides, his attention to his fan mail had dwindled since Ace, so he didn't even know who any of these were from.

"Ace, look at me," he whispered to get the other's attention. Ace stopped his mini rant and obeyed. "Look at this." Marco gestured to the pile. "I can't possibly find a use for all of it."

He had a point. All of the candy would make anyone nauseous and even at the Moby Dick there weren't nearly enough flower vases.

"I want your present, yoi," he coaxed. It was important that he do this and be gentle. Ace would only be more embarrassed if he grabbed or demanded it. "Won't you give it to me?"

Ace still seemed rather embarrassed anyways since he refused to make eye contact with Marco as he pulled the gift out from behind his back. In his hand he held a few bars of dark chocolate, Marco's favorite brand.

"W-what do you think?" Ace stuttered. "I mean, maybe I shouldn't have bought chocolate since I know that you're not much for sweets, but I thought you might like dark chocolate better. I know it's plain, but-"

Marco cut him off by placing a soft kiss on his lips. "I love it, Ace. It's my favorite kind, you know," he smiled. "Thank you."

When Marco pulled away, Ace remained standing there, eyes wide and mouth gaping open like fish. Slowly, his eyes brightened and he beamed back happily. "Really? You're welcome, Marco! Happy Valentine's Day!" He practically jumped forward after that, embracing Marco tightly. Marco hugged back of course, but he couldn't help thinking about how irresistible Ace was right now.

And this present gave Marco the perfect idea. It would just take a little "something" to get started.

"Well," Ace started, oblivious to what Marco was about to initiate, "shall we go?"

Marco reached down and squeezed his ass causing him to squeak.

"Oi! I-"

"Ace," the blonde whispered. He licked the shell of Ace's ear, reveling in the shudder. "I think we can save our plans for later, yoi."

He swore he could feel the heat radiating from Ace's flush. "M-marco, I..." His response eventually came, albeit quietly. "O-okay."

"Good. Why don't you wait in the bedroom?"

'Why is Marco taking so long?' Ace wondered as he swung his feet back and forth. The man had told him to wait in the bedroom, and, although he acted shyly at first, Ace eagerly stripped down to just his boxers. What was Marco doing though? Didn't he want to join Ace up here? In his wondering, he laid down. If he had to wait any longer, he might drift off!

The door creaked open and he immediately jolted back up. "What took you so long?" he whined.

Marco chuckled, balancing a tray in one hand with a bowl on top. Ace didn't know why he had it, and then Marco set it down and kissed him making him forget all about it.

"Finally," Ace murmured, breaking away from the kiss. "You're the one who started this, and you made me wait?"

Marco pushed him back on the bed, a smirk on his face. "Someone's eager," he countered. He climbed on top of Ace. "You're already in your boxers."

"Well, you were taking so long that I-" Ace gasped. Marco was kissing his neck and running a hand down his abdomen. Usually, Marco couldn't get him this way by just simple touches. Was he really this sensitive right now? Marco hadn't even touched any of his weak spots yet.

Apparently, the blond noticed how Ace reacted as well. He shifted his knee so that it was against his lover's erection, loving the tiny whimper this action caused. He calmed Ace enough. Now it was time to put things into place.

He untied the sash around his waist. Ace, who licked his lips, thought this was because he was finally going to strip down. The teen was partially right, but Marco had another reason. He would have to move quickly.

Ace was starting to become suspicious of the look Marco was giving him. It was lustful like it usually was when they had sex, but there was something else there, something Ace couldn't quite figure out. He had no more time to dwell on it though because suddenly, Marco pinned his wrists together. Wait. There was no way that Marco was... Ace felt the cloth of the sash wrapping around his wrists, tying them together. He was! He was binding him up!

Marco leaned back once his work was done, no doubt admiring the view. Ace's wrists were bound above his head, leaving his body perfectly exposed.

"O-oi, Marco!" Ace blushed. "What's going on?"

Marco chose not to respond, reaching over to the bedside table to grab the bowl. "Ace," he finally said, "right now, I'm going to show you how much that I love you, so just sit back and *feel everything I do." He dipped his fingers into the bowl.

"W-wait, Mar-" Ace gasped again when he felt something sticky and warm on his nipples. Marco's fingers trailed lower, spreading the substance across Ace's torso, making sure to apply a lot to his sensitive stomach. Finally, his voice seemed to return to him. "What is that stuff?" he asked.

Marco looked Ace in the eyes. "It's your chocolate. I melted it down, of course." He leaned over to give Ace a gentle peck, carefully avoiding his masterpiece. "I thought it would be fitting that we use your present."

"What?!"

Marco, as he moved back down, decided that any further protests would be ignored. He started licking at Ace's hot skin, lapping up the dark chocolate as he went.

Ace couldn't stop the sounds coming out of his mouth. It's not like he could help it. His hands were literally tied, and the sensation of Marco's tongue dancing across his skin was sending shivers through his entire body. He moaned louder this time. Marco finally reached one of his nipples, gently biting and sucking it until all of the sweet treat was gone. He moved on, doing the same to the other one.

Marco pulled back, admiring how flustered Ace looked. His eyes were glazed over with lust, screaming at him to just get on with it, and get on with it he shall. He grabbed the waistband of Ace's boxers, pulling them down slowly.

"Already leaking. Aren't you?" Marco noted upon seeing his lover's cock. Ace responded by wrapping his legs around him, urging him to continue. "Impatient? Fine. I'll move on."

He put more melted chocolate on his fingers, applying it in no particular pattern on Ace's arousal. Once again, Ace gasped from the feeling, reacting especially well when Marco started kissing and licking him.

"Marco!" he screamed. The man had decided to take his entire length in. Ace wanted to grab his hair and thrust into his mouth, but he couldn't because of his bound wrists. He truly was just feeling everything Marco was doing, and it was wonderful.

Just as quickly as Marco took him in, he pulled away, leaving Ace whining about the loss. But then he stopped when Marco pressed three chocolate covered fingers to his lips. "Suck," he commanded, staring straight into Ace's eyes.

Ace parted his lips, and he could've protested or made a comment about how perverted Marco was, but he found himself unable to resist the demand. He swirled his tongue around Marco's fingers obediently. Ace understood why he wanted to use chocolate now. The taste was making their activity wonderfully intoxicating. Ace sucked the substance of off Marco's fingers, coating them in saliva. They never broke eye contact, so Ace could see how he was watching him intently. Marco was a pervert, Ace ultimately decided, though it wasn't as if he was about to stop now.

Marco finally removed his fingers from Ace's mouth once they were completely free of chocolate and now covered in saliva. He moved them low, prodding at Ace's hole. Ace spread his legs wide, so that his lover could reach better. Besides, this way, Marco could go deeper, deeper.

He whimpered when Marco started to prepare him. The man was moving much too slowly for Ace's liking. Ace just wanted to get on with it, while Marco was determined to take his sweet time. He moved his fingers around and- oh god. Marco was practically massaging all of his most sensitive spots!

Ace couldn't take it anymore. "Marco, please!" he begged.

He could've sworn he heard Marco chuckle again, but that didn't matter to him right now. "Do you want me, Ace?" Marco asked, pulling his fingers out and rubbing something over his cock (Ace assumed it was lubricant). "Tell me how you feel."

Ace felt tears forming in his eyes. This was torture. Marco already made him wait, and now, he was still being such a tease. But he wanted it. "Marco, I- I'm so turned on right now!" he cried out. This was so embarrassing, but his aroused mind forced the truth from his mouth. "I want you! Please, please."

This must have been exactly what Marco wanted to hear because Ace felt the man at his entrance. "I love you, Ace," Marco whispered into his ear, pushing in as slowly as he was working before. Ace could feel every single inch, and he couldn't bring himself to mind. He loved it, breath shaky from pleasure. All he do was lie there and wait for Marco to adjust.

Marco calmed him with a gentle kiss before he started moving inside Ace, thrusts teasingly slow. Ace tried to thrust back to get him to move faster, but the man maintained a firm grip on his hips, keeping him in place. Marco was driving him crazy, so he begged, "Marco, please! F-faster, harder!"

Marco smirked. Ace was definitely feeling everything, just as he wanted. He must have been more sensitive than Marco originally thought if he was begging already. Well, that might have had something to do with his teasing pace, something he didn't feel like changing. He would keep that the same, he decided, but of course he would give it to Ace harder since that's what he wished. He adjusted Ace to be on his side and lifted one of his legs up onto his shoulder. He knew just how deep he could reach like this. Ace would love it.

It took one forceful thrust to make Ace cry out. Marco repeated this action, relishing in the sounds his lover made once more. He knew Ace was close. He just couldn't believe how quickly Ace succumbed to the pleasure. It was time that he end this. his lover had been waiting far too long.

He reached down to grab Ace's erection, expertly stroking it to milk even more pleasure out of his lover. Ace's moans escalated in volume, and Marco loved how blissed-out he looked from it. His mouth remained open from his moans and pants. Marco could've sworn he saw his lover drooling. He wondered how loud Ace would be when he came, and Marco knew exactly what he wanted to hear. "Come for me, Ace. Say my name."

That demand was like magic. Suddenly, Ace came, screaming Marco's name as loud as he could, just as the man asked. He was spasming wildly around Marco's cock, causing the man to groan. Marco could feel the boiling sensation building up in his the pit of his stomach. It only took him a few more thrusts before he was coming into his lover, moaning his name as well.

Neither of them were aware of how much time passed when Marco finally came down from his high and pulled out of Ace. Ace himself didn't seem to be completely back, but Marco still untied the sash from his wrists and brought his head to his chest nonetheless.

"You're really embarrassing," Ace finally muttered, breaths still shaky. He still couldn't believe what Marco had just done to him, though admittedly, it was extremely pleasurable.

Marco chuckled, craning his head to kiss the tip of Ace's ear. "You can't deny that you didn't like it, yoi."

"Y-yeah, but did you really have to tie me up?" Ace stuttered. "I wanted to make you feel good too."

Ace's concern was rather adorable. "Don't worry about it, yoi," Marco whispered. "Do you want to know how you make me feel good, Ace?" he asked.

"E-eh?"

"You make me feel good by looking so cute when you come for me."

Marco's comment made Ace even more flustered if that was possible. "O-oi! I'm not cute!"

"And maybe we could try this with white chocolate next time~"

Ace was not a fool, contrary to popular belief. He knew what it would look like if he had melted white chocolate on his naked body. "Pervert!"

Secretly, he wasn't completely opposed to the idea.

That post coital banter was fun to write tbh.

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