based on tams camboy!sabo au
warnings/tags: talking about sex? technically it's seemingly unreq feelings lmfao, but you can't tell that from the fic lol [go read tams' au it's wicked]
ships: marace focus/mas
"You're a little shit," Marco hissed, pinning him against the desk, and Ace grinned, his tongue flicking out cheekily.
"I'm not the one with a hard on," he said, grinding forwards slow and easy, Marco's jeans dragged along his crotch. "What were you thinking about? How he fucked himself over the desk and came all over the drawers? That time he kneeled on the bed and stretched himself out till he cried?"
"When he called your name," Marco growled, his voice dragged deep, and jolts of lightning made Ace shiver. "When he came all over himself and called your name."
He can't stop the hitched half-whine that escapes him, closing his eyes and feeling Sabo's voice echo in his ears like the remnants of the sound still clung to Sabo's room. Remembering Sabo's whimper, the hushed, desperate way he'd whined out, "Ace," and then came all over his hand and his stomach, making a mess that he cleaned up slowly with his tongue while Marco and Ace watched in stunned silence.
"Now who's the one with a hard on?" Marco says tauntingly, biting the side of Ace's jaw and slowly shifting his knee against Ace's crotch, and Ace groans deep in his throat.
"Ah- Marco- please-"
"In Sabo's room?" he says, "Probably not the best idea."
"It's the best fucking idea," Ace hisses, jamming his hands down the back of Marco's jeans to grab his ass and making Marco jolt against him, their cocks pressed together, "just think about it, him coming back in the room with those snacks to see us fucking and calling for him, or, or, or him coming back in and he doesn't know. And you know it's movie night, so he's going to end up in your lap- imagine knowing how fucking close he is to leaning back and leaning onto your cock. Leaning into your cum stained jeans."
"He's the one that likes to be humiliated," Marco growls, but Ace is grinning, some sort of vicious fury in the way he bares his teeth.
"But if it were him-" he drawls, and Marco leans down to kiss him and ignore the end of that sentence.
