If you feel up to requests again in the future, I don't suppose we could get a continuation of the toothpaste MarcoAce, but with Sabo coming over to stay and accidentally using it? (Because MarcoSaboAce is my jam and your writing is my guilty pleasure, especially Ace∨ Sabo getting all messy and begging) but, you know, only if you feel inspired or motivated to do it? requested by anon

warnings/tags: aphrodisiacs, unknowingly ingesting aphrodisiacs, multiple orgasms, coming untouched, coming in pants, handjobs, a continuation of and the heat is burning wild.

ships: saboace focus, maracebo


His mouth feels gross; that's the first thing he notices when he pries open his gummy eyes, and he smacks his mouth together, grimacing. That's what twelve hours of travel will do to you, though, he supposes, and tries to resist the urge to bury himself back under the blankets and go back to sleep.

He can see the sun peeking through the curtains, little flashes of it on the wall and he rolls over to bury his face in Marco's pillow and take a deep breath. Both he and Ace are gone but they surely can't be far.

He rolls over again, escaping from the soft mattress, and sighs, scratching at his hipbone and wandering into the bathroom. He wants to wash his face and brush his teeth and- and honestly, Marco and Ace's squished-to-death tooth paste looks like a rolled up shield bug and Sabo purses his lips. He ducks and tries to find more in the cabinets, and grumbles when he can't see anything, making his way to the guest room.

"don't use!" is written on the toothpaste he finds, and he rolls his eyes with a snort, knowing that sign is likely for Ace, who'd probably lazily use the guest room supplies without telling Marco and then be surprised when they ran out. Sabo, on the other hand, will actually mention it when Marco gets home.

Plus, he thinks with his lips curving up, he is technically a guest. It feels a bit funny on his teeth, a little sweet and warm on his tongue, but he ignores it in favour of the flavour of sharp mint that finally makes him feel like he hasn't swallowed a spiderweb.

"Sabo?" he hears called from outside, and quickly swallows the toothpaste in his mouth, poking his head out of the bathroom and giving a little wave with his toothbrush. "What're you doing there?" Ace asks just as Sabo sticks his toothbrush in his mouth again, and Sabo rolls his eyes. He gives a pointed gesture, and Ace grins in realisation. "Oh, cool. Want breakfast?"

Sabo nods, still brushing the fuzz from his mouth and frowning slightly as his head spins. He's probably still tired, which is annoying. He wants to spend the day with Ace and Marco, and being tired will put a kink in their plans.

Ace turns and walks back through the house, sweat dripping down the planes of his back, and Sabo grins appreciatively before he splutters and tries to stop the toothpaste that escapes his mouth, quickly running back to the sink. He can hear Ace's laughter from the bathroom and frowns in annoyance at himself even though he's unable to deny the warm, fond swell in his chest.

A few minutes later, still in his boxers but his mouth finally feeling decent, he wanders into the kitchen. The tiredness has come back with a better vengeance and his head is starting to swim, but he's worked with worse headaches and Marco and Ace will distract him from it soon enough. Ace is humming to himself as he bustles around the kitchen, setting the table and whisking together his recipe for french toast, and he beams when he sees Sabo leaning against the doorframe.

"Marco's just at the shops, he'll be back soon."

"Cool," Sabo says, offering Ace his own smile, but then his body seems to boil and he grunts, shifting uncomfortably. When he looks up, Ace is staring at him in concern. "It's nothing." Sabo says quickly, ignoring how he can feel his cheeks begin to flush and how the world begins to sway, "I'm- hhh."

"Woah boy," Ace says, quickly putting down his bowl and going to Sabo's side, and Sabo shudders at Ace's hands on his shoulders, helping him stand on shaking legs. His touch burns, tingles racing through him, and Sabo presses desperately closer, chasing the feeling.

"Ah- Ace…" he whines, eyes flickering shut, and Ace presses a kiss to his forehead before suddenly giving a suspicious sniff. "Wait, Sabo-" he says, running a hand through Sabo's messy bedhair, "What toothpaste did you use?"

Sabo makes a useless gesture, still trying to press close to Ace. "You'know, the- the one in the bathroom."

"The stuff labeled 'don't touch'?"

"Mm?" Sabo says, the sound barely a lilt in agreement, and Ace winces.

"Sabo that's an aphrodisiac."

"What?"

"Marco put an aphrodisiac in it," Ace says, feeling his cheeks burn both in embarrassment and at the fact that Sabo's now leaning completely against him, body warm and pliant under his hands, sides already gathering a faint sheen sweat and his sides heaving.

"Why- why the fuck?" Sabo demands, cheeks flushed bright, "Why would you keep it?"

"It says 'don't touch' on it!"

"I thought that was for Luffy!"

"You think Luffy is going to listen to a sign that says 'don't touch?" Ace says, then adds, "You think Luffy brushes his teeth without someone admonishing him into it?"

Sabo's answer dissolves into a grunt and a high whine as his hips stutter forwards, and red scores across his pale cheeks vibrantly now. He shifts, obviously trying to avoid something, but Ace can already see the bulge forming in his pants. "Oh boy," Ace mumbles, then slings Sabo's arm across his shoulder. "C'mon, this stuff wears off in water. You don't want to be like this for hours."

Sabo's hand clenches around the top of his bicep, and he looks away, hair falling in front of his face. "Well, I mean-" he starts, "did you have other plans for today?"

Ace freezes, the slow inklings of a grin spreading across his face, and he tightens his grip around Sabo's waist. "Nothing that's more important than you," he says, and listens to Sabo heave in a shuddering breath, a soft whine escaping him.

"Oh you're going to like this," he whispers into Sabo's ear, then quickly bends to pick Sabo up bridal style, knowing that it'll be easier to get him to the bedroom this way than by carrying him. Sabo gives a little yelp then latches around his neck, nails digging in above his spine. "Ah, Ace-" he pants, head thrown back and shoulders tense, "let's- fast-?"

"Trust me, Sabo," Ace says with a laugh, "it'll be fast enough."

He dumps Sabo on the sheets in quick ceremony, and Sabo whines, grasping for him and pulling him into a kiss, pressing them together. His teeth are still surprisingly neat as he bites at Ace's bottom lip, and Ace can't pull himself away even as he tries, squirming to pull his phone from his stupidly tight workout shorts. Curse Marco for being these, honestly. Ace was much more comfortable working out in his cargo shorts.

He pulls back breathlessly, finally pulling out his phone, and pushes Sabo back down when he tries to get up. "Smile," he says, smirking, and Sabo's face turns even redder when he realises that Ace has snapped a photo of him, lips red and spit-slick.

[Ace] might want to get home.

he texts quickly, attaching the photo to the message.

[Ace] someone copied your mistake

"Ace-" Sabo pleads softly, his hand palming his crotch, and Ace's attention is stolen from his phone as he watches a wet patch grow across the front of Sabo's boxers.

"Oh baby," he croons, falsely apologetic, and Sabo glares, desperate in how his head arches back. "Did you make a mess of yourself?"

"No thanks to you," Sabo mumbles, but Ace lowering himself close again, pressing his thigh against Sabo's wet crotch makes him cry out pathetically. He grinds forward hard, remembering exactly how easily he'd gotten off, and is rewarded by Sabo sobbing, back arching off the bed as he comes again, more cum flooding his boxers.

"Feels so cool, doesn't it?" he asks softly, bending to press kisses to Sabo's throat and feeling every desperate breath through his lips, and his hand skims across Sabo's hip and below his boxers, fingertips teasing his skin and making him sob and writhe. "You're burning up now, aren't you. Doesn't my hand feel good?"

"Ace- Ace-" Sabo whines breathily, thigh jumping beneath Ace's own crotch as his hips jolt, and Ace gives a quick hiss at the fleeting pressure, his toes curling. "Ace, please, again-"

Ace curls his hand around Sabo's messy cock, his cum more than enough to allow a slick slide, and Sabo cries out when Ace tightens his grip at the base and refuses to let him cum. Sabo's cock pulses in his hand regardless, trying hard as Sabo's stomach tightens, his muscles so easy to bite and lick, and Sabo growls.

"Don't fucking- tease," he orders, and Ace laughs, slow and easy in how he jerks Sabo off and makes him cry.

"Me?" he asks innocently, pulling his cum-covered hand from Sabo's boxers and working the dripping fabric off Sabo's legs, "I wouldn't dream of it."

"Fucker," Sabo hisses, but tears are gathering in the corner of his eyes and his chest is moving in short, sharp breaths. Ace leans forward to kiss him again, can taste heat and spit and salt in his mouth, but Sabo can only pant hard against his lips and barely return the favour. His eyes screw shut as Ace kisses his cheek and his jaw, and there's a glitter on his eyelashes on a flush on his face that makes Ace whisper,

"So pretty."

He grins when Sabo gives him a slit-eyed glare, and adds cheekily, "See, this is why we kept it!"

"To torture your boyfriend," Sabo says, and he's obviously aiming for flat and sarcastic but Ace's eyes gleam at the hitch in his words.

"Obviously," Ace says, then squirms lower down, mouth in a smirk as he eyes off Sabo's red, obviously aching cock. He kisses the tip and ruins Sabo's composure yet again, and Sabo's voice pitches high when he pleads,

"Don't-"

"Don't what?" Ace breathes, the air washing over Sabo's skin, and Sabo almost wails, his hips bucking and driving his cock against Ace's lips. Ace licks his cock as soon as it gets close enough, and Sabo's voice goes loud again, a swell like music that has Ace's eyes closing appreciatively. Sabo's never loud, and to hear him like this is perfect.

"So sensitive," he praises softly, and Sabo groans, one hand tangling in his own hair and the other creeping through Ace's own sweaty locks.

"C'mon," he pleads, and Ace laughs but finally complies, swallowing Sabo's cock with the ease of practice. His tongue presses flat against the base of Sabo's hard cock, but he doesn't even have to pull out any of his tricks; a single hollow-cheeked swallow and the warmth of his mouth is enough to make Sabo howl, voice in what's almost a sob. Ace tightens his hand around the base of Sabo's cock, swallowing and pulling off, showing off the few droplets of white that remain on his tongue as he grins.

"Am I that good?" he asks, but the aphrodisiac has Sabo hard now, and he only makes a whining noise, his hand tight in Ace's hair. Ace tugs it gently, pulling him off and letting Sabo fist his hand in the bed sheets instead, and Ace takes a moment to sit back and take in the sight. Cum already staining his inner thighs, cheeks stained with tears, and his cock still gleaming red and hard against his stomach.

He traces his hand over Sabo's heaving side, listening to how his breath hitches then devolves into a whine, and presses forwards to kiss him all lazy and slow, his knee between Sabo's legs and only bare pressure from where he lets Sabo rock onto it. "Ace-" Sabo whispers, voice hoarse with need, and tears drip over his cheeks, making his mouth taste like salt. "Ace, please, no, come on, please-"

"What about poor Marco? Don't you think he'd want to see you like this?" Ace asks just as softly, and Sabo keens, arching off the bed and grinding his cock against the part of Ace's leg he can reach. His body's trembling, shoulders braced against the mattress, and Ace presses kisses against his abdomen and makes him sob. He crashes back onto the bed, breath laboured and skin hot underneath Ace's mouth, and Ace can feel his cock splutter weakly against his thigh. It's painful, if the sob that Sabo lets out is any indication, and so Ace pins him down and kisses him for almost half an hour, refusing to let Sabo grind up even though he so obviously, desperately wants to.

Marco comes home to Sabo sobbing, pliant beneath Ace's hands and his nails having scored rows like tally marks on Ace's freckled back, and the first thing he does is snag Sabo's hands, pressing a kiss to the middle of Ace's spine before he tugs Sabo's hands above his head and latches them to the bedframe with his belt.

Sabo smiles drunkenly at him, eyes hazy and bright with more tears, and Marco makes a soothing noise. "Gotta give you time to recover," he says, massaging Sabo's palm, and Sabo grabs his fingers.

"Enough time," he says hoarsely, grip tightening in a way that's obviously meant to be a threat, even though his hands are shaking and he can't do much.

"Of course baby, of course," Marco says, and can't help the tiny flicker of a grin that comes to his lips. "But, you know- I might need some help putting away the groceries-"

"No!" Sabo almost howls, hips bucking up violently, and Marco watches as Ace tries not to laugh and keep his balance at the same time.

"It'd be quick," he says, in the same tone of voice he'd use when usually trying to convince Sabo, and Sabo's pleads for him not to leave become almost gibberish as he strains and writhes against his bonds and begs for them to touch him.

"You're even meaner than I am," Ace whispers, and Marco grins.

"It's not every day we get to see him like this, yoi."

"Well," Ace says, and he tilts his head towards the bathroom and the innocently packaged tube of toothpaste. "I'm pretty sure we could do something about that 'every day' thing."

Marco pulls him in for a kiss and feels Ace's cheeky grin against his lips. "It'd be such a shame if they got mixed up," he whispers, and Ace's grin widens even further.

"Oh, absolutely awful," he replies, then tilts his head, his hand resting on Sabo's abdomen and slowly stroking towards Sabo's cock. "But how about we deal with today first. Before Sabo decides to kill us."

"Oh you're already fucked," Marco says, trying not to laugh at Sabo's desperate glare and how he's biting his lip, trying so stubbornly not to let another plead escape him. "Now it's just my turn to see how loud I can get him to go. Then we'll both be in the same boat."

"A sinking ship," Ace says mournfully, but his tone is betrayed by his wicked grin and how he strokes Sabo's cock, dragging a cry from his throat. "No place I'd rather be."


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