[text] How are you feeling? I might have put something in your toothpaste… w/ aphrodisiac requested by anon

warnings/tags: aphrodisiacs, unknowingly ingesting aphrodisiacs, dub-ish con (in that they don't talk about the aphrodisiacs before hand) multiple orgasms, nipple play (ish), coming untouched, coming in pants

ship: mar/ace, mainly ace tho lol

Ace groans, clutching at his head as he stumbles into his bedroom. He feels all sweaty, and prays he isn't coming down with the flu; Marco'd promised him a surprise, and Ace can't enjoy surprises if he's sneezing and coughing up phlegm every three seconds. He leans against the doorframe for a minute, the world spinning in a way that makes him dizzy before it seems to settle. Then, he hears his phone beep, and he groans, trying to coax himself into walking again.

Marco was out, some fancy dinner that he couldn't get out of even thought it was their night, and Ace wished that he were back. Having Marco stroke cool hands across his forehead would feel amazing right now, and even if they had to put Marco's surprise on hold, just being together was always nice.

Besides, Marco had promised to stay in the suit until Ace could strip him, and Ace had so many plans for Marco's pretty silk tie.

His phone beeps again, and Ace pushes himself off the doorframe, stumbling into the side of his bed in an efforts to make it to his bedside table. The sheets feel so nice- so cool and soft-

He shakes his head, knowing that people didn't usually text or call him unless it was an emergency, and manages to grab his phone with only a little fumbling, finally collapsing on his bed when he has it. The screen is blurry, words swimming in little black and white shapes, and he heaves in a breath, feeling his chest rise and fall and sweat streak his sides. Even the sheets are starting to get hot, and he knows he'll have to move soon lest he lay in a puddle of his own sweat.

[MARCO] How are you feeling?

[MARCO] I might have put something in your toothpaste.

He groans, tongue tracing his teeth, and the faint sweetness he'd mused over in the bathroom earlier comes back, tingling on his lips. His hands shake as he fumbles for his phone, and he rolls over, trying to press his hot chest against the sheets. His nipples, hardened into red, sensitive buds, catch against the sheets, and a gasp flies from his throat before he can stop it.

He whines, squirming, but that only makes it worse, and he closes his eyes tightly, face screwed up as he pants, breath coming in hard, hitched gasps. Ace has to force himself to stop, muscles tight, and thankfully when he opens his eyes again the words have stopped swimming so much and he manages to type,

[ACE] what did you do?

[MARCO] I did say I was sorry for not being there. And that I had a surprise.

He groans, fidgeting again, and whines escape him before he can make them stop. Every part of him is burning, sweet and hot and sensitive, and the sheets are starting to feel so good, blissfully, blissfully cold against his skin. His phone slips from his grasp and he finds himself clenching at the blankets, rutting uselessly as pathetic whimpers escape his mouth. It hurts, but it hurts so nice, it hurts in a way that has him biting his lip, squirming against the sheets for more pressure, and then he's coming in his pants and his thighs are cold and sticky.

But he's still hot.

And he's still hard.

Holy fuck.

Ace whines again, questing hand barely managing to grab his phone admist the tangled sheets, and his hands shake as he types out,

[ACE] what the fuck was your surprise?

[MARCO] I just wanted to make sure you wouldn't get bored without me

He moves, slow and steady against the sheets, heedless of how sticky his pants are, the friction and the cold bliss on his aching cock, and clenches his hand hard around his phone when he comes again. Useless noises build in his throat, and he curls up, thighs clenched tight as his cock pulses. Marco's little call icon shows up on his screen, and he heaves in a shaky breath before he answers, trying to move as little as possible but feeling his breath hitch as sheets slide across his tingling skin.

"Ace?" Marco asks, so smooth and easy, and Ace whines at the sound, wrapping his hand around his cock. He shudders, knowing the grip is too tight, but not wanting to cum yet again in less than a minute.

"Come home," he begs, and is surprised with wrecked his voice already sounds.

"Oh pretty boy," Marco says, sounding pitying and sad and Ace whines, desperate, "you know this meeting is important, I told you I couldn't get out of it, yoi."

Ace chokes, hand clenching even tighter around his cock, but cum is already dribbling over his knuckles, and his toes curl, stomach clenched tight to stop himself coming. "Please, Marco-"

"Ah, Ace," Marco says, chiding, and Ace swallows it back, hips snapping into his hand. He comes again with a hitched sob, and Marco makes a soothing noise through the phone, crackly but sweet. Ace's heart is pounding, sweat staining the sheets, and the room feels too hot, stuffy and humid against his skin. "I'll be home when I can. Be a good boy for me, hm?"

Ace whines slowly, head in a jolting nod, and Marco seems to take his silence for the agreement it is. "I love you," he says, and Ace can't help but scoff.

"I could use more than just that right now," he retorts, head tilted back and shoulders pressed into the bed as he tries to resist the urge to jerk himself off again, and Marco laughs.

He hangs up, and Ace is left to squirm.

thoughts for marco when marco gets home lol:

ace and his face is stained with tears and he's begging so easy and his pajama pants are a fucking mess and he's red faced and sweaty and stillstillstillstill writhing on the bedsheets and marco kisses his open, panting mouth and ace can only whine, latching on to Marco's shoulders and digging his nails in so he doesn't touch his cock again bc jfc it hurts. and marco manages to get him off just by palming/kissing his chest and ace just sobs bc he's so oversensitised at this point.

Marco has scratches on his shoulders for weeks and Ace won't talk to him abt it bc he's grumpy but he keeps the toothpaste

ofc also fun to think abt accidentally misplacing the tooth paste and marco uses it and ace is laughing at him and teasing him relentlessly and marco's trying not to make a sound but also holy fuck that stuff is effective. trying to fuck ace but he's barely able to move and so ace does all the work and gets marco off so many times and in so many ways that marco basically passes tf out when the aphrodisiac works out of his system

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