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onepieceyaoi100Title: Fixated
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 297
Pairing: Smoker/Ace
Topic: suggestive gifts
Disclaimer: One Piece? Belongs to Oda Eiichiro. Not making any money, me.
A/N: First time posting here, but the topic was too good to resist.
“Should cut down on those. All that tar and nicotine. Can’t be good for ya.”
Pausing in the act of touching his unlit cigar to the flame-tipped finger offered him, Commodore Smoker raised his head to glare at the pirate draped sideways across his desk. “Why’d you buy them, then, moron?”
“Weeeeell, Ensign said next week’s your birthday. Didn’t know what else to get. ‘Sides…” Ace grinned impishly. “Wouldn’t want to come between you and your needs.”
Flinty eyes narrowed. “Just what are you implying, brat?”
Ace shrugged. “I figure you got one of those oral fixations. Gotta have something in your mouth. Would be cruel and unusual punishment to deprive you when I’m not here to help out.”
Two seconds later, Ace was sprawled over weathered wood and crisp paper, the breath knocked from his lungs, shorts around his knees. Smoker leaned down, running a rough palm the length of Ace’s already half-hard cock and Ace squirmed, whimpering, banked fire flaring alongside arousal. “When it comes to self control, boy, I’ve got you beat to hell and back,” Smoker growled, and sucked Ace’s cock down in one slick glide.
Ace groaned as his cockhead hit the back of Smoker’s throat. Long fingers cupped his balls, slid below to circle the tight pucker between clenched asscheeks. The hand wrapped around the base of Ace’s erection tightened, one blunt fingertip penetrated, and Smoker swallowed, trapping Ace’s glans in a glorious vise, driving spikes of agonizing pleasure along every nerve path in his body. Ace arched, shouting, coming in wrenching pulses before collapsing in a sated sprawl.
Swiping a hand over the back of his mouth, Smoker eyed the flushed, panting boy sweating all over his paperwork with grim satisfaction. “Oral fixation, my ass.”
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 297
Pairing: Smoker/Ace
Topic: suggestive gifts
Disclaimer: One Piece? Belongs to Oda Eiichiro. Not making any money, me.
A/N: First time posting here, but the topic was too good to resist.
“Should cut down on those. All that tar and nicotine. Can’t be good for ya.”
Pausing in the act of touching his unlit cigar to the flame-tipped finger offered him, Commodore Smoker raised his head to glare at the pirate draped sideways across his desk. “Why’d you buy them, then, moron?”
“Weeeeell, Ensign said next week’s your birthday. Didn’t know what else to get. ‘Sides…” Ace grinned impishly. “Wouldn’t want to come between you and your needs.”
Flinty eyes narrowed. “Just what are you implying, brat?”
Ace shrugged. “I figure you got one of those oral fixations. Gotta have something in your mouth. Would be cruel and unusual punishment to deprive you when I’m not here to help out.”
Two seconds later, Ace was sprawled over weathered wood and crisp paper, the breath knocked from his lungs, shorts around his knees. Smoker leaned down, running a rough palm the length of Ace’s already half-hard cock and Ace squirmed, whimpering, banked fire flaring alongside arousal. “When it comes to self control, boy, I’ve got you beat to hell and back,” Smoker growled, and sucked Ace’s cock down in one slick glide.
Ace groaned as his cockhead hit the back of Smoker’s throat. Long fingers cupped his balls, slid below to circle the tight pucker between clenched asscheeks. The hand wrapped around the base of Ace’s erection tightened, one blunt fingertip penetrated, and Smoker swallowed, trapping Ace’s glans in a glorious vise, driving spikes of agonizing pleasure along every nerve path in his body. Ace arched, shouting, coming in wrenching pulses before collapsing in a sated sprawl.
Swiping a hand over the back of his mouth, Smoker eyed the flushed, panting boy sweating all over his paperwork with grim satisfaction. “Oral fixation, my ass.”
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Date: 2007-08-07 05:02 am (UTC)Serves Ace right for teasing Smoker. Bet he was planning on it, though.
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Date: 2007-08-10 10:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-07 05:29 am (UTC)Just... guh.
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Date: 2007-08-07 11:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-08 12:38 am (UTC)dribble
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Date: 2007-08-10 10:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-08 03:26 pm (UTC)*bigroundeyes*
first the picture of a worn out Ace made me drool....
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but the last line killed me x_X
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Date: 2007-08-10 10:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-10 05:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-10 10:07 am (UTC)