Old Habits

His back arched up off the mattress begging for more, craving the feel of him deeper. Smoker grunted as his hands gripped Ace's hips and complied, driving harder and deeper. Ace had one hand thrown back gripping the headboard while the other clawed at Smoker's back urging him on with wanton cries. Smoker was bracing himself on one arm, the muscles bulging and his body shaking ever so slightly with the effort and pleasure. His other hand was wrapped tightly around Ace's weeping cock, squeezing and pulling and driving Ace into a senseless frenzy.

Ace's mind was short-circuiting until he couldn't process what was going on beyond specific details and sensations. He could feel the powerful thrusts Smoker was making and the tingling sensation running along his spine. With each thrust in his stomach would tighten and his vision would blur with white hot passion and he couldn't help but moan. The sound was wanton and needy even to his own ears and he was amazed that this man was making him utter such primal vocalizations.

Ace was used to hearing such primal cries but he usually elicited them in his partners not the other way around. There was something different with Smoker though, there always had been and it wasn't until now that Ace had had the courage to tap into it. From the outside the sex wasn't that special. It was just two men on a bed. No ties or toys, nothing making it particularly special yet Ace had never felt anything like it before. It was like he was accessing a whole new level of emotions and with it pleasure. He was reminded of that brief spark of emotion the first time they had had sex and he realized that he had always known Smoker was different. Smoker wasn't just any ordinary lover and Ace simply couldn't walk away anymore.

Ace gripped the headboard tighter and arched even further off the bed. His legs wrapped around Smoker's waist dragging him closer to his body. His fingers gouged deep scratches down Smoker's back while the cop feasted on his neck. His teeth dug in almost painfully and Ace could tell he had broken skin. Smoker sucked bruise after bruise into his tanned skin while Ace simply begged for more, harder and faster. When he came it was painful and hard and the best orgasm Ace had ever had. As he tightened around Smoker in release the older man let out a strangled cry of his own before coming deep within Ace. The pair collapsed on the bed thoroughly spent, too tired to move.

There were words bottled up in Ace, words that he should say, that needed to come out. Smoker pressed into him heavy but a comfortable weight that he could get used to not that he had the energy to move even if he wanted to. He could tell by the cop's raspy breathing that he was still awake even if his eyes were shut with heavy lids. His tongue slipped out to moisten his dry and swollen lips as Ace tried to settle on the words to say.

"Taisa?"

Smoker grunted softly in reply and Ace couldn't help but grin slightly, unfortunately however his narcolepsy chose that minute to hit and he was snoring before he could get another word out.

When Ace woke he was feeling refreshed and the familiar weight of Smoker was still pressing down on him. He yawned wildly and nudged the cop with his shoulder stirring him from his sleep. Smoker groaned and rolled over onto his back, pulling out of Ace as he did. Ace let out a small hiss and half-heartedly elbowed him.

"You can't sleep on me every night taisa you're too heavy."

"Brat. And what's this every night business?"

"You're not getting rid of me that easily. Of course if you don't think you can keep up I could go easy on you."

"Egotistical punk." Smoker growled.

"It's not egotistical if it's true."

Ace was suddenly being flipped on to his knees with Smoker looming behind him. Fire burned within him again and Smoker whispered hotly in his ear about being more than able to keep up. His breath was hot and ran down Ace's spine causing him to shiver deliciously. Then suddenly Smoker was pushing into him, no lube no preparation. Ace hissed and forced back a whimper as the pain seared through him. He willed his body to relax and Smoker paused allowing him to adjust briefly before pulling out and slamming back in. It was rough and violent and Ace trembled with passion and with the realization that this was exactly what he wanted. The sex was so primal and raw that it didn't take either of them very long to come. Ace pushed back and arched his back desperately burying Smoker deeper until they both were empty.

"So maybe you'll be able to keep up after all." Ace purred

"I still haven't said you can stay here every night." Smoker grumbled half-heartedly.

"Fine we can stay at my place some nights but your bed's bigger."

Smoker mumbled something darkly under his breath that sounded a lot like presumptuous brat but Ace just grinned cheekily and placed a quick kiss to Smoker's temple. Smoker draped an arm across Ace's torso, their legs still intertwined beneath the tangled sheet. They lay together in a comfortable silence, their actions conveying their emotions better than words could have. The silence was shattered as Smoker's phone started to ring shrilly. The cop groaned and stretched an arm over to snatch the receiver.

"Smoker." "Shit... I'll be right in."

Smoker hung up the phone and sprung out of bed, jarring Ace and knocking him to the ground.

"Oi! What's the big deal?" Ace grumbled as he rose from the floor.

"I was supposed to be at work twenty minutes ago."

"Well you're the one who insisted on a second round..."

"Stuff it brat."

Ace lounged back on the bed, his naked form stretched out over the sheets as Smoker quickly put on some clean clothes. A smile pulled at his lips as he watched the cop move in a frenzy of motion, managing to find the time to light a cigar despite the hurry he was in. As he gathered the last of his things he was nothing more than a blur of smoke. He was almost out the bedroom door when Ace stopped him.

"Forget something taisa?"

Smoker halted in his steps and looked back over his shoulder a scowl on his face. His gray eyes widened and his mouth fell open the cigar tumbling to the floor which he quickly scooped back up before he lit the apartment on fire.

Ace was still stretched out across the bed but from his finger dangled the cop's handcuffs and he wore a sexy smirk. Smoker regained his composure and was in front of Ace in no time locking their lips together in a passionate and searing kiss. Then both him and the handcuffs were gone in another cloud of smoke. Ace licked his lips hungrily and settled back into the mattress for a nap.