Soothing music flutters throughout the large restaurant and fills it with a gentle atmosphere while also allowing guests to tune the others out. It gives each booth the privacy and intimacy that the company boasts about. It's become popular to the degree that Law had to book a table months in advance; a large booth in the back away from all the others; the coveted seating spot. If only because his partner can eat like a man that hasn't seen food in a week and that's not a sight many wish to see or hear.
There's many things one can learn about their significant other in four years of being together as well as living in the same abode. One of those just happens to be that Ace is insatiable in many ways. Not that Law minds all the time. That little tidbit makes some situations more enjoyable and in many different ways.
Except for right now as Law's fork clatters down onto the plate full of food. He was seated across from Ace so that they could enjoy each others company but the latter has already scooted closer and leaned in. The next thing Law knows is that there's a tongue flicking over the corner of his mouth and the smudge of sauce that's there.
"P- Portgas!" he snaps while trying to get away.
"What?" Ace mumbles just before he brushes their lips together with the meat's spices lingering on his mouth.
It makes the kiss that ensues that much more enjoyable especially once their lips part. Ace spares no time in reaching over to wrap an arm around Law's waist while keeping their mouths together. He knows better than to let Ace tighten those strong fingers above his hip bone but he can't deny the tongue that dances with his own. Except it all ends far too quickly as Ace dips down, removing their eye contact from the equation.
Nuzzling at the collar of Law's white button-up, Ace begins to kiss and suck on his neck. Law is sure there's going to be a mark, one that won't be hidden easily, and grabs at the front of Ace's shirt. A nip follows, an obvious sign of where this is headed, before he leans up enough so that his mouth is parallel to Law's ear. The latter can feel the heat of Ace's breath and it has him wanting to melt into the plush booth seating.
Ace takes Law's free hand and moves it beneath the table, settling it on the bulge in his pants. "Don't think I can wait till we get home," he purrs into Law's ear. The grin is more than evident even without Law having to see it, he knows it graces that sun-kissed countenance just as well as the slight blush that dares to hide his freckles.
"This isn't the place."
"Please?" he pouts as he tightens his hand over Law's, implying the urgency.
Law scoffs, "Can't you take care of it like a normal person?"
Ace brings both his hands up to cup at the sharp angles of Law's face, keeping them close as he smiles that one smile that he knows Law can't resist. "I just want desert first."
Gold and rustic brown battle in that small space until finally Law rolls his eyes; gold loses the fight. He's about to switch positions so that he can take care of his problem so he can eat but Ace is already settling in the corner of the half-circle booth to give Law as much room as he needs. Law knows what is wanted and he'll be damned if he ever admits he's happy to do it.
Fingers delve into his black hair as he slips down beneath the table's edge, careful not to hit his head. Sitting, he never noticed that there's a lack of room between the seat and the two slender legs bolted into the floor. Law's knees bump up against the booth as he leans in to unbuckle Ace's belt and free his cock from their confines. The latter eagerly scoots forward in an effort to keep Law from having to crawl into his lap any more than he is.
"I love you."
"Shut up," is Law's only reply as he shoots Ace a glare.
It's one that lacks all menace and instead serves to hide the lust dwelling in the depths of his eyes. He chances a glance back up at Ace as he gets situated and ready, lips dangerously close to the aching head of Ace's member. Everything he's done to have this night is worth it to see his partner with a loving smile on his lips while his face his coated in the soft glow of the candles standing proud on the table above him.
Ace is gorgeous.
If only he wasn't cramped beneath the table with his legs bent up beneath him, parting to allow one of the table legs to press up against his rear. It's a strange feeling but it doesn't go completely unwanted. Not when his pulse is thrumming away in his ears and his lower body tingling with excitement.
Already it feels as though his skin is on fire while getting close enough to flick his tongue over Ace's head. He doesn't want to take too long nor does he want it to be a "quickie" despite that being exactly what it is. It shows in his motions; slow but with an ample amount of pressure with each one.
The glands don't stand a chance when Law lets the tip rest on his parted lips, tongue lapping at the bitter fluids already daring to seep out. His hands find a new hold and that's on the edge of the booth; fingers grasping hard and nails biting into the soft material. Just as he's about to slowly take Ace into his mouth, the girth is thrust forward as Ace suddenly sits up. Hands vanish from his hair and reposition on the table above. Ace drums his fingers on the table, a warning that Law doesn't understand until he hears plates clicking against it.
"We apologize for the wait," the waiter says softly, barely able to be heard over the gentle lull of instruments in the background.
Law, with his nose pressing against the white button-up Ace wears and his lower body being pinned closer to that blasted poll, has to suppress the urge to let out a sound – any sound at this point. All he can smell, feel and taste is Ace and it has his senses happily drowning in arousal.
His jaw is beginning to ache but he doesn't let that put him off, not when he finds a strange satisfaction in taking the pulsating warmth deep into his throat with a long, hard suck. Above him, Ace inhales sharply and gives a nervous chuckle to hide the fact that he wants to moan out his lover's name.
"T- That's alright. We don't mind the wait."
Ace is hoping Law hears, that while, frankly, it feels amazing, it might not be the best time to get caught. Although a majority of his brain is aching to pull Law into his lap and have him right here and now. That would probably get them more than just caught and if Garp didn't kill him for doing it then Rocinante would.
"Do you need anything else, Sir?"
He can see the waiter glance to where Law had been sitting and Ace tries not to falter. It's rather hard, however, with the other currently sucking on him like some frozen treat. Ace smiles wide, the best he can, "No, that's all. Thanks."
The waiter gives a small nod before turning on his heel and promptly walking away. Ace can't help but wonder if the man was putting two and two together in that moment. Not that he gets to think on that long as all the tension slips from his body and allows the release to wrap around him like a thick blanket in winter.
Slouching back against the booth, Ace is finally able to look down. There nestled in his lap, with at least half of his cock in his mouth, is Law. A faraway look remains in that piercing gaze even as Ace reaches down to lovingly brush his fingers through Law's hair.
"Your 'special' desert is here."
Law, happy to hear that it didn't take too long, slowly crawls up from the floor. Not that it's easy while trying to repress his own need. But when he gets back to the seat he finds Ace's lips on his once more; not even bothered by the bitter taste lingering on tongue. Slightly disgruntled when Ace pulls away, Law glances off to the side before he gets closer, as if not wanting anyone to hear even though there's no way they could.
"Do you want to leave early?" comes the whisper that has Ace daring to follow up on his previous thought, the one that has him wanting to throw Law down on the table and have him then and there.
They've finished a good amount of their meal anyhow and it doesn't mean they can't have something later. The only thing on either of their minds at the moment is getting back to their place as quickly as possible. Ace pecks Law's lip and gives a nod, "Go on, I'll get everything paid. Meet you at the car."
A/N: Babe… you're killing me with all these sexy prompts. I know I need the practice and you need the loving, but holy monkeys w They're too hot for me to handle lol Now to make sure they all are different from one another. Hello… lime? Lemon-lead up? …..Enjoy lol
/side note, to those seeking bottom Ace, give it time. There's many prompts listed that I'm working on XD That's in there, I promise.