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“Nope. I don't want to know what it is you are up to and I do not want to be involved, yoi.” Were the words that greeted Ace as soon as he stepped into Marco's office, the grin on his face twisting into a scowl at the words.
“I haven't even said anything yet!” Ace protested, his arms crossing in front of his chest.
Marco raised an eyebrow at him before pointedly looking down the rest of Ace. “You don't have to, yoi. I just know that look.”
Ace pouted, sticking his tongue out at the other. “Mean birdy.”
“I'm working, Ace.”
“Still a mean birdy.”
A sigh left the other man as he pinched the bridge of his nose, blue eyes fluttering closed for a few seconds before they opened again. “Ace, love, I have a mountain of paperwork to get through and not a lot of time to do it, okay? I'm probably going to not be to bed until very late and the longer you are in here distracting me the longer it will take me and the later I will be, yoi.”
“Orrr,” Ace suggested, uncrossing his arms and leaning forward a bit. “You could take a break right now.”
The look he got told him that that wasn't going to happen and if he kept pressing his luck he was going to get unceremoniously thrown out of the room- again. Letting out another huff, Ace straightened back up, turning to go. He cast one last pout back at his lover, noting that his gaze had already shifted back down to the paperwork in front of him.
“Guess I'll just have to entertain myself then,” Ace called over his shoulder, pitching his voice lower than normal. He didn't miss the way the blonde tightened his grip on his quill, but he knew better than to linger. There was very little that Marco would allow to come between him and his paperwork- especially important paperwork.
Stomping back through the infirmary, the few nurses around offered him sympathetic glances but none of them said anything. Which was just fine by Ace. They already knew way too much about him and Marco's private lives and he didn't need anything to be added by him unintentionally slipping up. Plus, they weren't who he wanted to talk to right now, that position was occupied by a certain stubborn blonde.
Leaving the infirmary, Ace made his way across the deck, sitting down with a small huff against the railing. He closed his eyes as ocean mist sprayed across his skin, the coldness offering him a bit of distraction. He didn't actually blame Marco for doing his job and going over paperwork, he knew it was important and he knew before he got with the first mate that there was going to be a lot of it. It still got annoying at times, though, when the papers piled up and Marco's spare attention for Ace waned.
Heavy steps against the wooden deck made Ace look up, his eyes squinting against the setting sun's glare to spot Thatch approaching him. “Ace!” the chef said happily, stopping at the railing next to him and handing him a small wrapped bundle.
Confused but curious, Ace unwrapped it, expression lighting up at the sight of the pastry within. Shoving it in his mouth without hesitation, Ace asked, “What's in it?”
Thatch raised his brows. “Poison.”
Ace scoffed, swallowing what was left in his mouth. “Liar. It's apple.”
“Poisoned apple.”
“More like cinnamon apple.”
“Same thing,” Thatch laughed. “I've been experimenting with different flavors and I remembered you telling me that there was an island that had this flavor combination that you really liked so I thought I'd whip some up and see if they were better.”
A small blush rose to Ace's cheeks as he recalled the particular island Thatch was talking about. Or more specifically, the blush arose because of what happened at the island- of which he was completely innocent. He blamed Marco for that one.
“Close,” Ace managed to get out, swallowing hard to make his voice more normal. “That one had a, like, cinnamon sugar coating on the outside and I think it had more apples inside.”
Thatch pouted a bit but nodded his head nonetheless. “Always something,” he grumbled. “Anyway, I've got another one for Marco to try. Though, I'm guessing you want to give it to him?”
This time it was Ace's turn to pout, the expression rising back to his face. “He's busy.”
“Busy? Too busy for his favorite firecracker?”
Ace nodded. “It's the start of the month and the start of the quarter. He's always busy at this time going through reports and making sure they're all accurate. He kicked me out.”
A mock, horrified gasp left Thatch, the chef clutching at his heart in Ace's peripheral. “He kicked you out? The injustice! Well I say, he does not deserve this fine treat I prepared.”
Rolling his eyes at the other's antics, Ace shook his head. “It's fine. It is what it is. You should probably give him the food so that we can make sure he at least eats something today. I didn't see him at lunch so I doubt he's had anything since breakfast.”
“Don't worry, I'll make sure he's fed,” Thatch declared, his head giving a sharp nod. Ace looked up to thank him only to notice a glint in his eyes, a glint that never lead to anything good.
“Thatch?”
Smiling, Thatch waved him off. “Don't worry about it my little firecracker. I'll feed our grumpy bird.”
Still not quite believing that that was all he was going to do, Ace nonetheless thanked him, standing back up. If Thatch wanted to poke the metaphorical bear that was on him. “I'm going to go to bed. I'll see you tomorrow.”
Turning and walking away, he heard the chef shout “goodnight” after him. Ace hadn't actually been planning on going to bed yet, intending to have some fun with his partner beforehand, but if Marco was going to be busy until late into the night, well, he figured that plan was canceled. So instead, he was going to take a nice and relaxing bath and then turn in early. Maybe if he woke up early enough he could spend some time with Marco then.
Arriving back in their shared cabin, Ace kicked his boots off and undid his belts, draping them over the back of the chair. Marco always got after him for leaving them on the floor, claiming they were a tripping hazard- ironic coming from the one who could heal injuries. Moving deeper into the cabin, Ace grabbed a towel from his drawer and headed to the bathroom, undoing his pants as he shut the door behind him. He tossed the towel onto the counter before pulling his pants off, letting them lay on the floor where they fell.
Ace eyed the selection of bath products Marco insisted on keeping around, finally deciding on one that had bubbles on it. A bubble bath never hurt anyone, right? He cranked the faucet to hot and dumped some of the liquid in, pouring more than was probably recommended into the tub. Making sure the water wasn't going to burn him, Ace slipped into it, feeling the warmth rushing around his legs as the tub filled up. Yeah, a bubble bath was a great idea.
It had taken Ace awhile to get used to baths where he could actually relax, where he could let his mind go empty and not have to be on high alert. Even now he still struggled at times, his brain clicking on at the slightest of noises and jolting him from his relaxed state. Though, it probably helped that he usually only took baths with Marco, the other's steady presence always calming him down, letting him know that he was safe with the other.
Closing his eyes, Ace basked in the warmth of the water, ignoring the sluggishness that tugged at his body due to his devil fruit. He had initially been worried about drowning, but he had been assured that the baths were shallow enough and the water filtered enough that it shouldn't be a problem. And Ace hadn't had one yet.
While most of his thoughts faded in the face of the warm water, there was one that remained, a certain pesky one. Ace wasn't shy to admit that he enjoyed sex and would be more than happy to have it just about everyday- or even several times a day. Marco always laughed and called him insatiable, even if the older blonde was just as bad as he was. It was a wonder sometimes that they were able to get anything done when all Marco had to do was use that voice and Ace would be trying to cover a tent in his pants.
“Not helping,” Ace muttered into the quiet bathroom, water sloshing gently as he moved. He didn't need to think of Marco and sex right now, not when he was trying to relax. His mind, however, decided to refuse that idea and continued to focus in, causing warmth that had nothing to do with the water to stir in his lower gut.
Ace cast a halfhearted glare down where his crotch would be, feeling the way he was slowly filling out. Though, it wasn't a bad idea. Marco had been busy with paperwork for several days now and their time together had been limited to early morning cuddles and a hurried breakfast. It wouldn't hurt to rub one out quick so that he wasn't so horny.
Mission set, Ace let his mind go back to wandering, a hand snaking down between his legs to grip his length and give it a couple pumps. It wasn't as good as Marco's hands, but it would do, friction was friction after all. He gave another few pumps, his wrist twisting a bit like he had seen- and felt- Marco do.
A small moan left Ace's lips at the motion, his head falling back gently until it rested against the edge of the tub. His eyes slipped close again, images of Marco filling the space behind his eyelids. Ace's eyes tracked across his muscular chest, this image containing a heaving chest dripping with sweat as the other panted, blue eyes closed behind heavy eyelids and hair mused like it always was after Ace got his hands on it.
Letting out another moan, Ace's hand picked up speed. The image shifted to one of the last times they had had sex, Ace on his knees in front of the other while Marco used his mouth like a toy, his cock sliding in and out of his throat with deep thrusts. It was one of his favorite things when Marco got rough in bed, especially when he used Ace like he was an object, made for his pleasure and his alone. It had taken some negotiating before the other had been comfortable doing it, and even then he would check in with Ace often to make sure nothing was too much. Ace loved him for that, even if it did accidentally- or purposefully knowing Marco- ruin a few of Ace's orgasms.
Ace's breath was beginning to come out in harsh pants, his wrist moving faster as his hand pumped along his shaft. He rubbed a thumb across the top, the tip digging at the slit there before sliding under the head. Fuck, he was embarrassingly close already. Just another couple more pumps and-
“Ace, yoi?” A voice called out, catching Ace completely off guard as he sat up quickly, water sloshing across the floor at the motion. The door quickly opened, steps hurrying into the room. “Ace are you-”
Marco stopped short at the sight in front of him, his eyes going wide as he realized what it was Ace was doing.
“Uh....” Ace murmured, cheeks flushing red. “Hi. I thought you were working?” He quickly let go of himself, pushing his lower half deeper so that nothing was visible through the water and the bubbles.
“Um, I, um,” Marco stammered, eyes trailing across what was visible of Ace's body, his eyes darkening in a tell tale way. “I finished early.”
Ace looked at him, raising his brows. “No you didn't.”
“Thatch yelled at me, yoi,” Marco admitted, his pupils expanding the longer they lingered on Ace. “Said I was neglecting you and that I needed to rectify that immediately or he was going to burn all of my paperwork into a little pile of ash and lock us in a room together.”
Not a bad idea , Ace thought, though he knew better than to say so. “Huh,” he said instead, not sure what else to say. He was just caught, quite literally, with his hand between his legs and now the other was sitting there staring at him like he was about five seconds from jumping his bones- not that Ace would mind that either.
Marco stayed quiet, his eyes finally making their way back up to Ace's face, desire written across it as clearly as if the other had shouted it from the crow's nest.
“Well,” Ace said as he cleared his throat. “Are you going to join me or are you going to just keep standing there and staring at me? Quite frankly, I don't care either way, though I will say your hand feels a lot better than mine.”
That was all the prompting needed before the other was shedding his clothes at lightning speed and slipping into the water behind Ace, the other lifting up a bit so that Marco had more room to settle beneath him. Soon as he was settled, large hands wrapped around Ace’s hips and pulled him against the blonde, his back hitting a muscular chest with a wet slap of flesh.
“Hope I didn't disturb you too much,yoi,” Marco murmured in Ace's ear, a hand already caressing one of Ace's thighs.
Ace shivered at the breath on his ear. “Do you know how good you are at ruining my orgasms? I swear you have a sixth sense for it or something.”
A dark chuckle sounded in Ace's ear, confirming that the other did do it on purpose a lot, not that Ace was surprised. He had had a feeling that was the case, knowing no one could be that dense to accidentally stop what they were doing when their partner was getting close. Then again, when Marco did finally help him over that edge it always felt like the best orgasm of Ace’s life.
“You're a bastard,” Ace informed him, instantly swallowing his words when a rough hand closed around his length and gave it a harsh tug. His moan was swallowed by a pair of lips roughly colliding with his own, a tongue prying his mouth open to capture every sound.
Marco set a fast pace, his motions sloshing water over the edge of the tub as Ace scrambled for a grip on it's slippery surface. He could barely return Marco's kiss as out of it with pleasure as he was, his every sound being swallowed by the other as he quickly worked him up to the brink.
Ace came hard, his back arching off of the other and his head falling backwards into his chest. His vision whited out and Ace was pretty sure he was so loud that anyone out in the hallway would have been able to hear and know exactly what it was they were doing- not that he cared. All he cared about was the hand that was stroking him through his release, milking his length for every drop of cum it could.
Panting hard, Ace began to come back down, whimpering as the hand around him pushed him into oversensitivity. It was only then that Marco released him, pressing kisses to the side of this neck instead. A hot tongue flickered out to lick up the cord on his neck, stopping to nibble on Ace's ear lobe.
“Marco,” Ace moaned, rolling his head to try and see the blonde. A small laugh rustled against his ear, the other finally pulling away and pressing another kiss to Ace's lips.
“Yes love?”
Ace merely whined again, leaning towards him for another kiss. They kissed for several minutes, Ace's mind slowly returning to his body and clearing from the post-orgasmic haze. It was then that he noticed Marco's erection pressed into his thigh, the throbbing length fully hard.
Shifting slightly, Ace freed Marco's cock and reached down, letting his hand run loosely across it. Before he could go further, however, one of Marco's hands caught his wrist, pulling his hand back up out of the water.
“You don't wanna....?” Ace asked, turning fully on the other's lap so that he could face him.
“Not yet, yoi,” Marco murmured, releasing Ace's hand to trail his own back across Ace's hips. “Thatch was right, I have been ignoring you lately while trying to get all the paperwork and reports done and gone through. I'm going to make up for that.”
A shiver went through Ace, his own length stirring between his legs again despite it being so soon. Marco's eyes held all sorts of dark promises in them that told Ace he wouldn't be able to walk the next day if the blonde had his way. “Is that so?”
Smirking, Marco leaned forward, capturing Ace's lips in another passionate kiss. His wandering hand trailed to Ace's back, a finger dipping in between his cheeks. It rubbed against his entrance but didn't dip inside, driving Ace crazy from outside instead.
“Marco,” Ace protested, pulling back just enough to speak. “Fuck me, don't tease me.”
“Why can't I do both, yoi?”
Ace pouted at him since at the moment, neither were happening. The smile on Marco's face grew at the sight of Ace's expression. “Come on, firefly. Why don't we move into the bedroom and then I can give you exactly what you want.”
There wasn't even a second's hesitation before Ace was agreeing, already twisting around to let the water drain from the tub. He ignored the fact that he was soaking wet and covered in bubbles- he really had used way too much of the bubble bath stuff- and exited the tub. He grabbed the towel he had thrown on the counter and hurriedly wiped it across himself, not really caring what it actually got before he was turning towards Marco with an expectant look.
“Someone's eager, yoi,” the blonde teased as he stood up, grabbing the towel from Ace and running it across himself. “Also, how much bubble stuff did you use? I'm pretty sure that bath was more bubbles than water.”
“I don't know. I just dumped.”
Shrugging, Marco dropped the towel and stepped forward, one arm curling behind Ace's knees and the other behind his back before he was scooping him up. Ace let out a small yelp, though heat instantly flushed through his body. He loved the small displays of strength Marco made and it was no secret to the blonde that they also turned him on. And if he needed more evidence well, Ace had grown hard as he was carried out of the bathroom and to the bed.
Dropping Ace onto it, Marco quickly pushed him against the mattress, a hand already fishing through their night stand. Ace leaned up to kiss the other before he rolled over onto his stomach, raising his hips upwards and shoving a pillow beneath them to keep them there.
Wet fingers trailed across his ass, the tip of one just dipping in to rub at the hole there. Ace tried to push his hips backwards, trying to get the finger to actually go inside him, but a rough hand pushed him down, pinning him to the mattress. A silent command to stay still.
A stubbled chin raked across Ace's shoulders, sending another shiver through his body. Small bites were pressed against his skin, teeth scrapping roughly across his shoulders and up to his neck. At the juncture of neck and collarbone, Marco began to suck a dark hickey into the skin, the finger teasing Ace finally pushing inside as he did so.
Ace let out a small moan, his head tilting to the side to allow Marco more access to his skin. The blonde wasted no time in covering his neck in kisses and bites, bruises forming in the wake of his mouth. The entire time his mouth worked, his finger continued to push in and out of Ace, a second one being added when he reached the junction of neck and jaw. Marco slowly stretched him open, his fingers only thrusting inside shallowly while Ace whined for more.
Pulling back a bit, Marco began to work his way down Ace's back, pressing open-mouthed kisses as he did so. He paused at one point to mouth over the knobs of Ace's spine, Ace's back arching up into the touch as he shivered.
“Look at you being so sensitive,” Marco murmured into Ace's skin, his fingers finally pushing deeper inside of Ace and beginning to stroke at his inner walls. “I swear I can play your body like an instrument.”
All Ace could do was whine out “Marco”, too lost in lust and pleasure to really do much else. And when Marco's fingers brushed against his prostate, that was just about the end, a heavy bit of precum leaking from his cock at the motion. Fuck he really shouldn’t be this close after already cumming but god did Marco know how to play him, where to touch and what to do to turn him into a mess. It was unfair how good at it the older was.
“Ah Marco!” Ace moaned, the fingers not letting up their assault. Marco stroked the area more firmly, his fingers moving faster. It was all too much and with another cry of his name, Ace came for the second time, coating the bed beneath him. He whimpered as Marco stroked his prostate through his orgasm, only relenting when Ace began to whine and buck his hips.
Hot kisses were pressed back up Ace's spine, the fingers inside of him withdrawing from their assault on his prostate to go back to opening him up. Ace was too blissed out to even really notice or care, his mind having become empty of any and all thought.
“How you doing love?” Marco asked against Ace's ear, his hot breath making Ace shiver again.
“Mm,” was all Ace managed, head lolling so he could attempt to press a lazy kiss to the other's mouth. He missed and mostly got chin instead, but it was good enough for him, especially when Marco laughed above him.
“That good huh?” Marco tugged on his ear with his teeth before sitting up, his unoccupied hand roving slowly down Ace's back. “But don't think we're done yet, love, yoi. I've got several days worth of neglect to make up for.”
The whine that came out of Ace would have been embarrassing if anyone else had heard it, the sound so needy and desperate.
“Need a break?”
“No,” Ace answered stubbornly, despite his body begging him for one. He knew that, come the next day, Marco would be back to his mountain of paperwork and it would probably be another few days before he had the first mate to himself again. He was going to make the most of the time he had with him and his body was just going to have to suck it up.
Above him Marco chuckled, his fingers pulling out of Ace. “Good.”
Slicking his fingers up again, Marco slipped them back inside Ace, generously coating his rim with lube before pushing them in deeper. His fingers just grazing against Ace's prostate, causing the younger pirate to jolt at the intense pleasure. His body very much protested against the pleasure, still feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated.
“You sure this isn't too much, Ace? I don't want to hurt you, yoi.”
Ace shook his head with a grumble. “No. Just fuck me already.” Oh yeah, his voice was definitely whinny. It wasn’t fair how much of a mess Marco could make him in such a short amount of time. It seemed that no matter how many orgasms he had, just the others touch and whispered words were enough to get him going again. He really wondered some days how they managed to even make it out of bed.
Even though he couldn't see him, Ace knew the other was frowning. But they both also knew that they had safe words for if Ace really wanted him to stop and Ace currently wasn’t using them. So Marco pushed his fingers in again, this time brushing much more purposefully against Ace's prostate.
Just as Ace was beginning to loose himself to the pleasure that bordered on pain, Marco removed his fingers, a harsh slap landing on Ace's rear instead. The younger jumped slightly and let out a small noise, though he pushed his ass backwards, daring Marco to do it again. The other didn't, however. A hand trailed across the skin of Ace's lower back before gripping onto his hip roughly, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.
“Are you all done, love? I don't hear you begging, yoi.” Marco whispered roughly as he bent down again, his other hand rubbing the tip of his cock against Ace's rim. “You must be all done.”
“Marco!” Ace whined, pushing backwards again. “Fuck me please! Fuck me!”
A hum sounded as if the blonde was deep in though, the head still rubbing against Ace in slick motions. “I don't know, yoi. You don't sound like you really want it.”
“Please Marco! I want you! I want you inside me! Fuck me til I can’t think, can’t move. Make me all yours!”
“You do sound delicious when you beg,” Marco conceded, pulling back a bit to line his cock up properly and pushing it in. He went slowly, his cock splitting Ace open inch by agonizingly slow inch. No matter how much Ace moaned and begged, his pace didn't speed up, his hips just moving in a slow press until he bottomed out.
Ace let out a groan when he felt the other's warm skin press flush against his back, lazy nips and kisses gracing his skin. “Fuck me Marco.”
“All you asked was that I entered you, yoi,” Marco said, his voice a low rumble in Ace's ear. Despite how stoic and indifferent he was acting Ace could feel the way his cock twitched inside of him at his words, the other more affected than he was letting on.
“Marco!”
Teeth bit roughly at his shoulder, though they didn't break the skin. “I don't hear you begging.”
Between the feeling of being stuffed full by the other and his two previous orgasms still running through his veins, Ace felt absolutely shameless as he begged for the other to fuck him. “Fuck me Marco. Fuck me hard. I want you to make me unable to walk tomorrow. I want you to leave bruises on me so everyone knows exactly who I belong to. Fuck me until I can't think straight and all I can do is beg for your cock. Fill me up until I’m overflowing with you and then keep fucking me.”
The second Ace started speaking he could feel Marco's resolve to tease chipping away, his hips thrusting shallowly into him. At his final sentence, it was as if the last bit of self control the other had shattered as hands roughly gripped his hips and the other pulled almost fully out before slamming back in so hard Ace moved several inches up the bed. Marco kept up that pace, his hips slamming almost harshly against Ace and driving his cock into him harder and harder. Every brutal thrust was rubbing against his still sensitive prostate, quickly reducing Ace to a moaning mess. A particularly harsh thrust had his back arching into Marco as he came again, his cock twitching helplessly as nothing came out, it being much too soon. He had had three orgasms already and Marco, despite not coming yet, didn’t show any signs of slowing down, his hips just continuing their fast pace.
“Look at you,” Marco panted against his ear, sounding as far gone as Ace felt. “So desperate to come and yet unable to. Have I finally made you run dry? Finally fucked you enough to satisfy you?”
Ace was pretty sure the sound he made- a cross between a moan and a scream- could be heard throughout all the nearby rooms but he didn't care. He wouldn't have cared if the entire marine force was surrounding their ship at the moment. All he cared about was Marco inside of him and the way every thrust was undoing him bit by bit, connecting them closer and closer.
Marco dropped his forehead against Ace's shoulder as he muttered out a string of curses turned grunts, his hips picking up their pace before erratically slowing down. The other was close, having no rhythm as he thrust in and out of Ace. Every movement had the head of his cock dragging over Ace's oversensitive walls, pleasure and pain blurring in his mind. Ace was so close that actual tears were dripping down his face, his need to actually cum being so bad it was painful.
A particularly deep thrust later Marco came inside of Ace, his hips thrusting shallowly as he fucked every drop of his cum into Ace. The liquid heat inside of him proved to be Ace's undoing- especially when a hand wrapped loosely around his cock- finally finding his own release after that. The mess he made was definitely smaller than his two previous orgasms, but it felt so good that his eyes rolled back in his head and he saw nothing but darkness.
When Ace finally came back to his senses he couldn't help but let out a small groan, turning his head to the side and blearily trying to find Marco. He finally found the other on his other side, blue eyes cloudy with pleasure as a hand stroked up and down Ace's back.
“Satisfied now, yoi?” Marco panted out, an eyebrow rising as he regarded Ace. He was half draped across the other, their lower halves still connected while his shoulders and head were next to Ace.
“Maybe,” Ace murmured, nuzzling their noses together since he didn't have the energy to lift himself up enough for a kiss. His words were a complete lie. His entire body was thrumming with satisfaction, the kind that sinks so deep into your bones that you can't move. Nothing could get him to move from where he was at the moment, not even the world ending and the ocean disappearing.
An exasperated look filled Marco's expression, though it was overshadowed by fondness. “You're telling me that three orgasms- well four if you count the dry one- aren't enough to satiate you? You're going to kill me firefly, yoi.”
Ace laughed at that, finally finding the energy to move up a bit to press a kiss against the other's lips. “Give me a few minutes to figure it out, birdy.”
Marco groaned at that, though it was a good-natured sound. “Brat,” he muttered, pressing another peck to Ace's lips before pushing himself up a bit. “Hold on, yoi.”
Moving carefully, Marco rolled them so that they were laying on their sides, managing to keep himself inside of Ace as he did so. Ace was happy to press back against the other, feel the way his arms came up to curl around his waist. “Want me to pull out?”
“I'm still deciding if I'm satisfied or not,” Ace reminded him, wiggling his hips a bit. He got another groan at the action, Marco burying his face in Ace's shoulders.
“I'm serious. You're going to kill me someday.”
“Well before I do that, care to go again?”
Marco huffed against the back of his neck, his fingers pinching at Ace's side gently. His faux annoyance was clearly a lie, Ace was able to feel the proof stirring within him. “I thought you were still deciding, yoi.”
“I made up my mind.” Ace paused, gently knocking his head backwards into Marco's. “Besides, you're the one who said you had several days worth of neglect to make up for.”
A short laugh sounded from Marco, the blonde nodding against Ace regardless. “I did say that, didn't I.”
Ace smiled, though he quickly added, “You don't have to if you don't want to, Marco.”
“I do,” Marco hurriedly answered, his nose nuzzling into Ace's skin. “Just-Just give me a second.”
Feeling his smile widen, Ace couldn't help but tease, “Don't tell me you're tired already, old man.”
An offended scoff sounded before teeth raked against Ace's spine, a shiver going through him at the motion. “You're a brat.”
“I'm your brat.”
Loosening his arms from around Ace's waist, Marco sat up. He carefully pulled himself out of Ace, earning a whine from the other, before he rolled him onto his back, pinning him against the mattress. He pressed a heated kiss against Ace's lips before pulling back, eyes trailing over his handiwork from earlier. Dark bruises were already beginning to form, not that Ace cared. He'd take a million more if it meant keeping Marco close for longer.
“Insatiable brat, yoi,” Marco amended his statement, even as a hand went down to begin to stroke his cock, working it back up to full length. “Just remember, when you complain in the morning, that you asked for this. This is all on you.”
And sure, Ace may have woken up sore all over and unable to do much more than hobble around, feeling like he had been split open and covered in bruises. But he wasn't going to complain. He had gotten exactly what it was he wanted and he had been promised more as soon as Marco had gotten all of the necessary reports and paperwork taken care of. Ace figured that gave him a couple of days to rest up before he had another night of no sleep and a pronounced limp that everyone would tease him for.