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One of Portgas D. Ace’s best traits was his determination. He would tackle a problem head-on, refusing to give up until he conquered the problem or found another solution.
(Some people would call that stubbornness.)
The current problem? Ace was horny.
Okay. So it was more specific than that. Ace wasn’t just horny. If it was just regular horniness, then surely just using his hand would help. Maybe even just a tryst at a brothel, right?
No. He was horny for one Marco the Phoenix.
He couldn’t help himself. He’d accidentally seen Marco naked one time at a hot spring when they were docked. It had been a mere slip of the towel when they bumped into each other. Marco hadn’t been embarrassed at all, just laughing it off before covering himself up again. But Ace? Ace was done for.
He didn’t know if Marco realized how much Ace stared, how Marco’s chuckle and slight tilt of his head seared itself into Ace’s brain next to thoughts of his abs and his bare dick.
That was two weeks ago and he still hasn’t managed to have a satisfying orgasm. It wasn’t lost on Ace that the closest he’d gotten to something good was when he thought about Marco. Ace was also aware that mere fantasy wasn’t enough anymore. He wanted to have sex with Marco so bad.
“Stop looking so miserable and just ask him,” Thatch chided as Ace groaned and pressed his face against the table in frustration.
“You know I can’t just do that!” Ace cried, even though there was a part of him that hoped that Marco felt the same. Yes, Ace wanted to have sex with Marco–wanted Marco to fuck him through the mattress–but Marco was so much more than that. He didn’t want to just proposition Marco without knowing if he had similar feelings: “Even just asking could ruin everything.”
Thatch rolled his eyes. “Okay, genius. What’s your plan then? Seduce him and see if that works?”
Ace slowly turned to look at Thatch. “Thatch. You’re a genius.”
Thatch gaped at him. “Wait. Hold on a minute–“ But before he could finish, Ace had already run off. “It was a joke! Hey, Ace!”
Ace started off subtle.
Compliments like “You’re the best, Marco!” turning into teasing flirtation ( “Make me, birdie.”).
Little touches: brushing Marco’s arm when they passed, gently placing his hand on Marco’s arm when asking him questions about paperwork, hugging Marco in moments of excitement…
It was a plan that he had to dedicate himself to for the long haul, but his determination (his stubbornness) didn’t necessarily mean impatience. From childhood to now, Ace was a hunter through and through. He knew the best time to wait it out versus the best time to strike.
(Though the building anticipation did lead him to buy a bright blue dildo on the next island).
Ace knew that the time was right the next time he ambushed Marco in his office to ask him about paperwork.
He strode right in and slammed it on the desk in front of Marco. “I have a question, Marco!” Then, he leaned over, his pectorals pressed against Marco’s arm before he could protest. “This part right here. Could you explain it to me again?”
Ace, of course, already knew what it meant, but any excuse to bother Marco put him one step closer to successful seduction. He barely listened to the words Marco said, only paying attention to his flushed cheeks and the way he avoided any and all eye-contact with him.
All Ace had to do now was pounce.
When Ace strutted out on deck the next day in a pair of skin-hugging, tight shorts that cut off just under his asscheeks, his excuse was that Izo was fixing a bad rip in his usual cargo shorts. It was one hundred percent a lie, though as the one who helped him find these in a shop, Izo was in on the plan. The shorts were more than indecent. He might as well have been naked because they showed everything, which caused some cat-calling and wolf-whistling as he passed by.
“Damn! Looking good, Commander!”
“Did you lose a bet again?”
“Maybe. Maybe not.” Ace was thankful for the amount of stupid bets that caused people to wear skimpy costumes or have to streak on deck. That meant that no one was looking too close at him (because if they stared at his ass enough, they would notice the outline of the plug he inserted earlier). He was only trying to catch one man’s eye after all.
“Geez, kid,” Thatch grumbled, pointedly avoiding looking anywhere near Ace’s crotch. “You really took my suggestion seriously, huh?”
“It wasn’t bad advice, you know,” Ace said. “I’ve got a good feeling about this.”
“Define good feeling.”
“Just watch and learn.”
“I don’t think I want to learn anything from whatever is going on here.”
Ace finally rounded the corner to where he knew Marco would be at this time of day. It was right after lunch, and he liked to get some fresh air on deck before he returned to his duties. Marco was facing the sea near the railing, but he was angled just right where he would have been able to see Ace out of the corner of his eye. Ace tried not to look at Marco directly, but he couldn’t help the slight smirk that graced his lips when Marco did a double take and fully faced him.
Hook, line, and sinker.
Ace was sure that he was going to have to play this out a little longer, but before he could go up to Haruta for a casual chat to pretend he wasn’t solely focused on Marco, the man himself stalked over to him.
“You’re coming with me,” Marco growled.
At that moment, Ace knew that he wasn’t the hunter in this situation anymore. He let Marco drag him by the arm, wondering how much his expression betrayed him. They walked for a while until they had made their way somewhere below deck, somewhere isolated.
“What’s up, Marco?” Ace asked, keeping the teasing tone in his voice. His throat felt somewhat dry and he was unsure if he even got the words out properly in his excitement. “Surely we could have discussed this on deck.”
“You know we couldn’t, you minx.”
That was all the warning Ace got before Marco spun him around and pinned him against the wall. Ace gasped when one of Marco’s hands started to grope his ass through his shorts, jostling the plug in place. Ace swore he could have come just from how bodily Marco handled him.
“You wanted this, didn’t you, Ace?” Marco whispered into his ear.
Ace shivered and he couldn’t help the pleased whine he let out when he felt teeth ghost the shell of his ear. He couldn’t find the words to respond, too focused on every little sensation.
Marco smacked his ass. “Answer me.”
“I want it!” Ace cried. He bucked his hips back as best as he could with how Marco was pinning him.
“Good boy.”
Seas, Ace wanted Marco to call him that forever. Marco smacked his ass again, but instead of pulling his shorts down (they felt tighter than ever now), he did something else.
Marco ripped his shorts right open, exposing his needy ass stretched around the plug, which had a false jewel on the end that matched the color of Marco’s flames. “Fuck…” Ace groaned, barely aware of what thoughts stayed in his brain and which ones escaped. “That’s so hot.”
“You stole my line,” Marco said. Ace felt him tug on the end of the plug. Just when he thought he was finally, finally going to get what he’d been craving for an actual month, Marco just turned and stirred the plug inside of him. “Tell me how long you’ve been planning this and maybe I’ll fuck you.”
“M-maybe?”
“Depends on if I like your answer or not.”
Ace whimpered. There was no way that Marco would take it this far and not fuck him. This was just a part of the teasing, right?
“Well, Ace?”
“T-two weeks.” Ace barely gasped out the words, only now feeling embarrassed at having to confess how long he’d been craving this. “But I’ve wanted you ever since the hot springs.”
“Well, if I knew that, I would have fucked you right then and there, pinned you on the ground like the filthy slut you are,” Marco said much too casually for Ace’s liking. How was he so calm right now? “But Ace, I want to know how long you’ve had a crush on me.”
Ace’s breath caught in his throat.
It’s true that his need for Marco extended beyond the physical, but he didn’t think that this would be the situation in which he would have to confront said feelings. What was Marco even trying to do?
“Because Ace.” Marco paused. His grip suddenly wasn’t as rough as he placed a kiss on Ace’s shaky shoulder. “I’ve liked you ever since I saw you smile for the first time. Ever since you showed your true self to us.”
Ace had almost been brought to tears just from how desperate he was, but now said overwhelming emotions were because of the pure sincerity of Marco’s words, because Marco liked him for as long as he had liked him.
“Won’t you please tell me? I would like to kiss you before I fuck your ass so hard that you break.”
Marco frustrated Ace to no end. How could he put such a sweet statement aside such a lewd one? “I… Ever since you gave me that ultimatum.”
The hand that threaded through his hair was so gentle as Marco guided Ace’s face toward him. Ace let it happen, his heart racing in his chest. He closed his eyes and when their lips touched it was like fireworks going off in his brain. Despite their position, Marco kept it soft and chaste as he moved his lips against Ace’s. Ace didn’t feel like he needed anything more in this moment, and he didn’t want the sweet kiss to end.
Ace felt Marco smile against his lips as they parted. He opened his eyes and for the first time, was able to see Marco’s expression: there was a deep desire, hunger, and, most importantly, lobe, in his eyes that made Ace want to melt into the floor.
“Do you still want this?” Marco asked.
“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll drop to my knees and suck you off until we both come.”
“Fuck,” Marco swore, fumbling with his pants just enough to pull his dick out. He started to slide it between Ace’s asscheeks, getting as much of the lube that Ace generously applied onto it. “I don’t think I can hold back.”
“Who said I wanted you to do that?”
Ace barely had any time to react between Marco pulling the plug out and filling Ace up with his cock. His eyes rolled up, tongue lolling out of his mouth. All Marco did was enter him and Ace already felt like his brain was broken. All he could think about was how good it felt to have Marco finally filling him to the brim. He was bigger than Ace had even imagined (that dildo he got didn’t even come close). Much too needy to stay still, Ace braced his hands against the wall and started to bounce back on him, sighing happily at the friction.
“You’re moving already?” Marco hummed in amusement. “I hope you’re prepared.”
Yet again, he hit Ace’s ass and watched it jiggle before he gripped Ace’s hips and started to move with him.
Ace felt like the air had been punched out of his lungs. He hadn’t been able to control the pace for long before Marco’s takeover, making him lose his mind more than he already had.
“Sorry for ruining these shorts,” Marco grunted as he fucked into Ace, not sounding very sorry at all. “You look–looked great in them, but I think your ass looks better naked with my cock fucking into it.”
“Fuck, Marco. Fuck,” Ace chanted. Marco was way too good at dirty talk. With how much this affected him, he knew Marco wouldn’t have any mercy on him.
Marco slowed only for a mere second to adjust his angle. It took a few thrusts for him to find Ace’s prostate, but once he did, Ace felt his mind go blank.
Ace was speechless, only able to let out a string of unintelligible pleas. He was definitely drooling against the wall with how his face was pressed right up against it.
“Is my cock really that good?” Ace couldn’t see Marco’s face very well, but he just knew that he was wearing a smirk that Ace wanted to wipe off. “You look like you’re losing your mind there, sunshine.”
Sunshine . Hearing the affection in his voice made Ace arch his back. He grinded his hips back against Marco with renewed vigor.
“So desperate to come, aren’t you, sunshine?” Marco repeated the nickname, clearly noticing its effect on Ace. He moved one of his hands from Ace’s hips to palm his erection, which was still trapped inside the (ruined) tight shorts. He started to stroke Ace through his shorts. “I’ll let you come then, sunshine, but you have to let me come inside you.”
Ace was only able to manage a single delirious nod before he threw his head back came into his shorts. He barely even noticed the mess he made of himself, too focused on the sensation of Marco filling him up with liquid heat, kissing between his shoulder blades as he finished. “Love you, sunshine,” Marco panted out, his breathing labored from their activities. “You were so good for me.”
“Love… love you too, birdie.” Ace’s brain was still trying to figure out how to make words again, but at the very least he could return that declaration.
He felt much too empty when Marco pulled out, but his soft cock twitched in interest when Marco spread his cheeks apart just to watch his release drip from Ace’s raw hole. Ace couldn't help squirming back into his grip. “Lovely,” Marco purred as he took the plug and pushed it back in. “Here, Ace.”
Ace didn’t resist when Marco picked him up princess-style. He snuggled into Marco’s neck after Marco pecked his lips. “I… I won.”
Marco raised an eyebrow at him as they made their way down the hall. “What exactly did you win?”
“Well, I successfully seduced you,” Ace answered, more preoccupied with Marco’s hold on him. “Thatch… Thatch didn’t think it would work. Can’t wait to brag that it worked.”
“You’re going to have to wait on that,” Marco said, his voice still a sultry growl. “I’m not quite done with you yet.”
Seas, Ace couldn’t wait.