"You're fucking pathetic."

An acquainted tongue swept slowly down and between his tender-tense divide of inner thigh. The motion was both playful and sensual; so much like the young man taking his pleasure between Smoker's parted legs.

"You're not going to say anything to that?"

Ace raised his head and shifted himself further up the larger man's naked body. He rested his forearms across the broad brutal stretch of chest and bent his head to kiss sharply at the only empty edge of nicotine stained lips.

"I didn't know it was a question."

"It wasn't. I just thought that you might make an attempt to try and deny it, or argue, or something."

Ace moved down slightly and nipped mildly at the center of Smoker's breastbone, and again with increased intention.

"Would you have believed me if I denied it?"

"Shit, no."

"Then no point, right? Seemed stupid."

Smoker closed his eyes for a moment and sucked deeply on the cigar chomped securely in the corner of his mouth. He rolled his hips slightly, bringing his sex closer to the torrid flesh above him, nearly hissing at the lush acrid contact.

"I saw you looking at that skinny blonde boy earlier today in the square. He didn't look anything like your little crush, you know. Wasn't nearly pretty enough."

Ace pulled himself up and smirked. The expression made Smoker want to hit him. It also made him want to fuck him. He would have to see how the rest of the night played out.

"Are you going to lecture me on crushes?"

His voice dropped down to a coltish whisper.

"Luffy–"

Smoker shifted suddenly, pressing the pirate narrowly beneath him. There was no more talk of cooks, crushes, or captains for the remainder of the night.