if youre still doing these, "[text] I'm sorry if I disturbed your sleep last night, I just really wanted to see you up close." with marcoacesabo, ace sleeping requested by anon
warnings/tags: somnophilia, praise kink, nipple play, biting, ice/temperature play (?) I think that's the tag lmao
ship: mar/ace/bo
[MARCO] sorry if I woke you up a bit last night. I just really wanted to see you up close.
Ace stares down at his phone, the bare edge of a frown hovering in between his eyebrows, and then he glances at his bare chest, still spit-slick and covered with tiny red marks
[ACE] is that why my chest looks like I've been eaten alive
[ACE] or do we somehow have a den of mosquitoes in our bedroom
[SABO] marco did it , Sabo confesses immediately, and Ace rubs his hand across his chest, catching his palm against his nipples and giving a sharp hitch at the pain that flares through them. It takes him a moment to find out why, but when he does he can't stop running his hands over the indent of Marco's teeth.
[ACE] oh so you had nothing to do with this sab
[MARCO] he stole my camera
Ace almost laughs, imagining Marco's sulky expression and how he'd glare at a not-very-apologetic Sabo, but Marco's next text makes it die and he shifts, his thumb running across his hipbones.
[MARCO] also he's the reason you have cum in your pants
[SABO] am not!
[SABO] that was a joint effort ;P
[ACE] you two are assholes
[ACE] WAKE ME UP NEXT TIME
[MARCO] but you looked so pretty sleeping
Ace's breath catches, his thumb stilling against the bottom of his stomach as Marco's texts pop up in quick succession, compliments making his heart beat faster.
[MARCO] your shirt was all rucked up around your arms, and you spread out so much
[MARCO] I kissed your wrist and called your name first but you didn't wake up; what else should I have done?
[MARCO] and you looked so nice, all spread out like that. You're gorgeous all the time, but there was this smile on your lips that I just couldn't help but kiss
[MARCO] and every time I bit you, your eye lashes would flutter, and you'd whimper
[MARCO] you sounded so nice, and you looked like you were having such a nice dream, how could we wake you?
[SABO] plus you got the blankets tangled around your legs, and you looked like sleeping beauty
[SABO] sexy sleeping beauty
Ace snorts with laughter, almost doubling over, and types back,
[ACE] sabo you have completely killed any sexy this scenario had
[ACE] you're forbidden from sexy talk
[SABO] this is cruel and unfair punishment
[ACE] you're a walking meme
[SABO] I am insulted beyond measure
[SABO] also I was planning on telling you what marco's punishment should be for being so mean to you
Ace's eyes go wide, and he sits up, lower lip bitten hard. It's a rare pleasure that they get the chance to mess with Marco, and Sabo holding it over his head now makes him want to whine.
[SABO] but I guess if I'm forbidden from sexy talk
[SABO] then I can't tell you about waking Marco up with morning sex and then leaving him half way through
[SABO] or stopping before we get him off while playing with his chest, you know how he hates that
[SABO] and I guess I can't tell you about the fact that he's got nipple clamps on atm and you can see them through his shirt.
Oh christ, Ace thinks to himself, and can only imagine Marco fidgeting, smiling wanly at anyone he greets while Sabo grins next him, holding his hand and tightening his grip in a silent warning every time Marco massaged at his chest. Sabo would probably tug at them too, would be greedy with his kisses today; press close before he went anywhere, even it was only five feet away, and make Marco whimper into his mouth.
His hand creeps below his boxers, stroking the tip of his cock, and he rests his phone on his knees, watching as Sabo's texts pop up on the screen.
[SABO] he keeps trying to hide them under his jacket but it's so hot today he won't be able to do it for long~
[SABO] either that or he's gonna get hot and sweaty and when we get home I can put on ice block on them and watch him squirm
[SABO] bet he'd come from that
[SABO] bet we could make him cry
He would, Ace knows, Marco would whine and groan and arch into it, pathetic whimpers falling from his mouth, ice numbing his nipples and making his breathing hitch. He'd squeeze his eyes shut, panting hard, and he'd latch his hands against whatever they leant him against; bed sheets, couch cushions, fingernails scrabbling at the wall as his knees went weak and he slid to the floor.
Ace groans himself, grip tightening around his cock, and his hips buck into his fist, callouses catching against his skin. He has to grab his phone before it gets sent to the floor, and fumbles before managing to type back,
[ACE] sabo you're a whore
[SABO] says the guy who's probably jerking himself off
[SABO] ily ace! see you when we get home ;P
