Ace requested baby steps, earlier, and Sabo knows he needs to take it slow; but with his own body he can be perfunct about being ready, pressing kisses to Ace's sternum and laying himself along Ace's stretched torso as he finishes stretching with a sharp gasp.
"Please, Sabo," Ace whispers hoarsely, almost in tears, and Marco may be weak to that tone but so is he. Sabo presses their lips together as he sinks down onto Ace's cock, breathless hitches interrupting their kiss as the stretch eases him open. Fuck, he thinks, brain stuttering as be tries to keep conscious thought operating, but it's so fucking good he wants to just lay there and have Ace's cock stuffed in him for the rest of the day.
A slow roll of his hips has Sabo moaning, eyes squeezing shut, and he wants to fucking cry at how good it feels. Stuffed full and he barely needs to do anything as it squirms in him, pressing against his prostate in random undulations, fucking deep into him as he grinds down. "Ace," he says, the sound pulled from his voice, "god, fuck, Ace , you feel so good-"
" Sabo, " Ace breathes, and then he's tilting his chin back and Marco's kissing him this time, fast enough that Ace makes a sound of surprise.
Good, Sabo thinks, but he's choking on the rolling surge of pleasure and sensation filling him up, can barely speak as Ace unsteadily ruts upward, following through with each movement as Sabo's thighs burn. Leaving him sweetly full, till Sabo is gasping and pushing himself up, thrusting down harshly and feeling his cock throb with the urge to come.
His eyes fasten on Marco taking Ace's wrists in one hand, using the other to pry Ace's mouth open and slipping his fingers across Ace's tongue. Ace moans pitifully, whining to be bereft of kisses, but Marco takes his time exploring Ace's new canines, the rasp of his tongue, the hollow of his back teeth.
"Sabo making you feel good?" Marco asks, softly, and Ace gives a jagged nod, his agreement a mess of choked syllables. "He looks like he's feeling good too, Ace. You're doing that. So fucking good for him, fucking him so well."
Ace makes another choked noise, more disagreeing then before, and Marco presses on his tongue until Ace makes a gagging sound and Marco relinquishes the pressure. "You are," Marco insists, and this time Ace nods, the slight glimmer of tears in his eyes again, his expression so fucking adoring that Sabo wants to coo mockingly.
But if he does that he knows they'll only turn their attention back to him, and he knows what he looks like right now; cheeks burning and chest heaving, lower lip slick and swollen from his teeth, Ace's slick staining his inner thighs and the heavy fullness of his cock making Sabo sway even as he tries to get more, more, more.
"Gonna come, Ace?" Marco says, slowly slipping his fingers from Ace's mouth, drawing across the side of his lip and wiping Ace's saliva on the lighter fur at his shoulders, and Ace swallows, once, twice, eyes still fastened on Marco. "Come on, look at him," Marco says teasingly, and Ace's eyes drift to Sabo, before going wide, eyes near black with arousal. Sabo can feel the stutter of Ace's hips, the brutality held back, and it makes him want to fucking whine, because that tantalising promise sent him over the edge. "Gonna fuck him full? He wants it so bad. He loved having you in his mouth. Loves it when you make him messy, you know that-"
That same hip-stutter, and Sabo can't stop the whine that leaves him, the pleading noise, shoving himself down harder and feeling Ace's cock writhe, and jolt, and then-
"Oh fuck, Ace- "
It's cold, same as when it was in his mouth, searingly cold on his overheated insides, but it feels so fucking good that Sabo almost blacks out for a moment, wavering in place before Marco's hands are on his sides and he leans back against Marco's chest, unable to hold himself up. His own cum is warm on his knee, on Ace's stomach, and his cock twitches weakly as Ace's slips out of him, still moving, still alive, still dripping cold through him as it relents and leaves him empty.
He can hear the whine that slips free, even if he doesn't really recognise that it came from his mouth, he just aches with fatigue and pleasure, and the slow slide of cum down his thigh leaves him almost squirming as it tracks new paths down his bare skin. "So'good," he slurs, reaching out with an awkward flop to pat Ace's hip, and one of Ace's hands comes down to tangle their fingers together. "Fuck Ace, so good."
Marco presses a kiss to his cheek, and Sabo makes another annoyed mumbling sound, tilting away from the gentle touch so he can keep focusing on Ace's slick dripping out of him, and the messy puddle of blue underneath Ace, evidence of his pleasure in every loose muscle.
"Again-?" Ace asks, hesitantly, words just as cotton-mouthed and unsteady as Sabo's and Sabo can feel the vibration of Marco's soft laughter preface his words.
"In a minute," he promises gently. "Rest, first."
Marco shifts, his hand sliding down the bone of Sabo's hip, onto Ace's fur, and Ace shivers. Sabo watches, aware enough to note Marco's fingertips trace a pattern with his nail, sharp enough to part the fur and reveal skin, and gaining enough lucidity to hear the dark, eager investigation, the precise use of the word we.
"And then next, maybe we can try out your cunt."
Sabo grins, feral but woozy, and feels Ace grip tighten on his fingers.
"Perfect," he mumbles, and Ace's tiny smile shows teeth.
and thats a wraaaap. atm dont have any more juice for this au. leave a review if u enjoyed (no its not weird or creepy if u leave a review on this even three years after i publish it, reviews are the bomb) and also mybe one day ill write ace getting dp'd in this au bc the thot...nice 👌
okay anyway once again: review or hmu on kingsofneon bc i literally write for validation and attention. byeeee
