emoji request from an anon; features begging, blindfolds, bondage & marcoace
warnings/tags: begging, blindfolds, bondage [lmfao, triple b's bc marco is ace's BITCH]
ship: marace
The seastone was heavy round his wrists, the fabric of his scarf light round his eyes, but Marco had long since stopped paying attention to either of those things.
Ace between his legs was what had kept his attention for so long; for all that he couldn't see him, Marco could still feel where they touched and where Ace's knee pressed against his cock. His mouth he kept pressed to Marco's chest, teasing and tugging relentlessly at Marco's nipple with soft bites and easy, sharp grazes of his teeth. His other hand he pressed warm against Marco's side, fingers tracing steady lines down Marco's ribcage, forming the outline of his bones. Ace's hand curled under his back, scratching hard in a way that made Marco arch, and then his hips jolted and he felt cum splatter his thighs. Ace paused, cold air racing across Marco's chest as he sat up slowly, and Marco shivered.
"Oh Commander," he said, fingertips laid against Marco's stomach and thighs, slowly spreading the evidence of Marco's lack of self-control further along his body, "Already making a mess?"
Marco's hips jolted unsteadily, and he couldn't help how his face flushed at the tease in Ace's tone, nor the feeling of cum steadily cooling on his thighs. "It's usually your specialty, I know," he said, but then Ace's hand ran across his chest, teasing across his stomach and Marco couldn't help but gasp, his breath jolted from him.
Ace's hands left him and Marco almost whined, barely biting the sound back. He couldn't see what touch would come from where, or what it would be like; he couldn't see Ace's mischievous grin right before he did something he knew would likely drive Marco insane; he couldn't stop himself from jerking when Ace's fingertips fluttered across his thighs; his throat; his tongue, pressing down until he got the message and licked against the warm digits. They tasted faintly of sharp sweat, salty and warm, and Ace's fingertips coaxed at his tongue gently until he realised he was panting and straining forwards in his efforts to reach Ace's hand.
Ace's laugh at his desperation was soft and amused, and Marco squirmed against his bonds, wishing he could see Ace's smile. "Ace-" he whined, then quickly bit back the plead before it could finish building on his tongue.
"Mm?" Ace hummed curiously, straddling just above Marco's hips and leaning down until they were pressed chest to chest, his breath hot against Marco's chin. "What do you want, Marco?"
Marco whined, biting his tongue, and Ace shifted slightly, his hand crawling between them until he could tug and twist easily at Marco's oversensitised nipples. "C'mon," he coaxed, teeth gentle against the underside of Marco's chin as he tilted his head back to moan. "Tell me."
"I-" he started breathlessly, distracted by Ace's palm rolling his nipple in slow, teasing circles, "you. You, I want you-"
"And what do you want me to do?" Ace asked, pinching Marco's chest, and Marco keened, his heels braced against the bed, headboard rocked by how suddenly he went tense. "Commander, I need your orders," he said, voice lilting again in that same tease, the one that reminded Marco of how little control he really possessed right now. "Do you want me to fuck you? Burn my fingertips into your hips, the imprint of my mouth on your chest, would you like that? Or I could suck you off, or I could just," he tugged again at Marco's nipple, and Marco arched into his grasp, writhing desperately between Ace's warm thighs. "Get you off again this way."
"Anything," he gasped out, and Ace repeated back with no small hint of amusement colouring his tone,
"Anything?"
"Please- Ace-," he said, words hitched into a whine, and felt Ace press his grin to his diaphragm, teeth biting gently at the swell of muscle there.
"Of course Commander," Ace said, lips and teeth grazing Marco's skin. "I'll take it slow and steady, just as you like. It'll be good practice for that patience you always say I need more of."
His hand framed Marco's side, his hips into a steady grind, and Marco found himself gasping, cursing the day that Ace discovered patience.
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