One Piece isn't mine. So please don't sue me…
Untitled, rated M (sexual situation). Set in a general sort of AU universe where the two are partners.
There was just something about the way Sanji slept, so peaceful and innocent but oh-so-sexy, that made Ace want to do things to him.
Dirty things.
Things that would likely earn him a mumble of 'perv' before the blonde either rolled over and forgot the whole thing or smiled at him sleepily and startled wriggling against him in that deliciously earnest way.
It was the second of the two that really would make Ace's day, of course...
So when the brunette's alarm roused him from a light slumber (he always slept lightly, except when the narcolepsy hit; talk about a curse), Ace took advantage of the extra time he'd always scheduled into his mornings and wrapped himself around the still form of his lover, their bodies spooning perfectly. Nuzzling against the nape of Sanji's neck and inhaling his warm, pleasant scent, Ace let his hands begin to wander. A gentle touch here and there, fingertips sliding over bare skin and the soft cotton of the boxers Sanji occasionally wore, simply content to feel; Sanji's body was such a study in contrasts, with velvety skin stretched over subtle muscles that were deceptively powerful, cool blue eyes that could glow with incredible warmth, and an almost delicate, yielding form that could just as easily dominate with incredibly satisfying results. But there was no denying that every inch of him was male, though, and every inch pleasing to the eye.
It didn't take Ace long to move on to other things, the palm of his hand smoothing down over the front of Sanji's boxers. The bulge of his lover's cock curved familiarly under his touch, a part of him that Ace had gotten to know quite intimately in their time together; he felt as if he knew every vein, every dip and curve, every sensitive spot, and he put that knowledge to good use as he navigated blindly from behind. Fondling and kneading gently at that soft flesh, Ace purred contently as he felt Sanji begin to respond to him, swelling beneath his fingertips.
"Mm." Sanji mumbled and shifted, pressing sleepily into the brunette's touch as his eyelids fluttered open. Gaze hazy and unfocused, he unclenched a hand from where it'd been tangled in the blankets to fumble at his groin, stilling when he came in contact with Ace's own preoccupied one. After a moment, Sanji closed his eyes with a breathy chuckle. "Ace…"
"What is it, naa?" Ace replied with an air of innocence, even as his hand finally slipped under the waistband of Sanji's shorts to wrap firmly around his length.
"Ace. Nngh, you perv… G'off."
"I'm workin' on it, just let me finish you off first."
"…Damn pervert. Molesting me while I'm sleepin'…" Fingers tightening around the brunette's wrist, Sanji arched back against him with a breathy moan. "'S not f-fair."
It didn't take much longer for Ace's skilled hand to have the blonde trembling in his grasp, writhing and making those soft little cries that made him feel so incredibly good, that made getting up that much earlier to tease Sanji into awareness entirely worth it; and as Sanji moaned once more in that desperate, heady voice, his seed spilling hotly into Ace's palm, Ace thought it was entirely fair, and knew that he'd gladly let the other call him a pervert in exchange for this.
…And sometimes, if Sanji was awake enough, he'd reciprocate.
As Ace felt those long fingers fumble for and curl around him through his own boxers, he knew it was going to be a good day.
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