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You know, Ace really wasn't sure how he got here.

Well, no. He did. The Spades had docked at a new island and quickly made their way to the nearest bar, as all pirates would. After a good deal of drinking and partying, he and Yamato had gotten stir-crazy and decided the best way to rectify the issue was to head into the wilderness for some exploration. 

In hindsight, he really should have asked one of the island residents about the local ecosystem. That late realization wouldn't do anything about the fact he had his back against a tree with the hulking form of Yamato looming over him, though, so there was really no point in lingering on his failings right now.

In his current state, Ace couldn't help but compare Yamato’s appearance to a rabid beast. His face was flushed and covered with a sheen of sweat, staring intently down at Ace with dilated pupils. He panted heavily as if he had just won a hard-fought battle, and there seemed to be a string of goddamn drool on the corner of his mouth. If it were anyone else, Ace might have feared he was about to get a bite taken out of him.

"Yamato?" Ace called, blinking rapidly at the sight in front of him. A few minutes ago the man was as cheerful as ever, so he quite frankly had no idea why he was suddenly in such a concerning state. At the lack of reply, Ace tried again, concern audibly leaking into his voice at this point. "What's wrong with you all of a sudden?" He questioned, face pulling into a slight frown. Before he could get an answer, he hurriedly blurted out, "And don't even try to say you're fine!" Yamato was the type to always insist he was alright even while bleeding out, but he was not going to give his friend the chance to try that this time. No, Ace was certainly not being a hypocrite right now.

A few seconds of silence passed between them. Right as he was about to push harder, planning to threaten to gather the rest of the crew, the man let out a choked sound. "I–" his teeth made a cringe inducing clacking sound as he snapped his mouth shut, making Ace flinch slightly at the suddenness of it. He swallowed before speaking once more. "No, something's... weird."

Woah. Wow. OK, Yamato did not usually sound that gravelly. Clicking his tongue, Ace officially went into Captain mode. "Shit, alright. Come on, let's get back to the Spadille." Almost unconsciously, he rested a comforting hand on the oni's shoulder. Worryingly, the gesture only made him jolt. "Think you can walk on your own?" Ace didn't mind the possibility of having to support him on the way. Then again, seeing as Yamato had over two feet on him, attempting that probably wouldn't go well. Hm, maybe running off to grab his crew was the way to go about this after all? 

Face scrunched in thought, Ace was surprised to feel a large hand caress his cheek. "Huh?" His eyes widened at the intimate action, whipping to look Yamato in the eye once again. It was a strange thing to do, but it could probably be explained by whatever sickness Yamato was inflicted with messing with his mind. 

"Ace..." Yamato murmured, heard easily due to the proximity of the two. In fact, Ace was suddenly struck with the thought that maybe they were too close after all. As he racked his brain for something to say or do, Yamato proceeded to completely fry his brain. With golden earrings glinting in the moonlight, he leant in close, a strange look held in his gaze as he whispered, "You're so pretty."

...eh? 

"Eh?"

A beat of silence passed. Blissful, non-confusing silence, before Yamato's words crashed into him so hard that he felt he may actually topple over. "I– You– What the hell are you talking about!?" Pretty? Him? Wait, no, that wasn’t what he should be focusing on here. Why the hell was Yamato considering his attractiveness when he looked two seconds away from keeling over? In a fit of confusion, embarrassment, and anger, he tried to vocalize this. However, he was suddenly struck by a realization that prevented the words from leaving his throat. Ace looked, really looked, over Yamato once more. A slow realization began to creep over him, alongside a matching red face.

"I'm sorry." Yamato bit his lip, looking ashamed. Damn it all, why did he have to have the expression of a kicked puppy!? It had to be some Devil Fruit bullshit, it had to be. Otherwise there's no way a person could look so simultaneously adorable yet pathetic. "I don't know why I'm, hah , behaving this way. I feel as if I can't control myself." As if on cue, the same hand Yamato had placed on his cheek a moment ago returned, sliding down to his shoulder then around to the base of his neck. He pulled Ace closer, who couldn't resist stumbling forward into him, yelping involuntarily at the uncharacteristic action.

Ace officially had no idea what to do. His crewmate and friend was unbelievably– oh god this was humiliating, aroused , and expressing extreme interest in him. None of this was a situation he was prepared to handle! In utter shock, his body froze.

"Ah!" Strong hands gripped him by the shoulders and pushed him away. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!”

It struck Ace that Yamato was likely just as embarrassed as he was. Hell, probably more so. Whatever he had done to be rendered to such a state, it certainly wasn't an outcome he would have expected nor wanted. While not disappearing completely (how could it?), some of his embarrassment was replaced by guilt. Right then, this needed to be taken care of.

“It’s fine,” Ace assured. “But I can’t just leave you like this. Let’s get back to the Spadille so I can–” he paused, having to force the words out of his tightened throat– “take care of you.” The heat in his face reached new levels. He didn’t think he could get any hotter even if he started using his power.

"This– This isn't your responsibility," Yamato stuttered, wide-eyed and waving his hands around rapidly. Apparently the proposition was so shocking that it temporarily snapped him out of his trance.

"I'm your captain, your wellbeing is always my responsibility." Fuck, he never thought he'd be 'taking care of' anyone like this ! But regardless of how embarrassing the idea was, he meant those words wholeheartedly. After all, if one was to survive on these seas, they had to be prepared to handle the unexpected. So, he puffed out his chest in false bravado, looked his friend in the eyes with a determined expression, and tried his hardest to make sure he didn't appear on the verge of passing out.

Yamato didn’t quite look convinced, concern made evident by his furrowed eyebrows and the way his lips pressed into a thin line. Desperately wanting to ease the atmosphere and partly to ensure he wasn’t crossing a line, Ace let a cocky smirk slide onto his face as he asked, “What, you don’t want to sleep with me?”

Yamato took a moment to reply, mulling over his words. The only sound between the two in that time was his heavy breathing. “Well,” he eventually said, voice low and rumbling in his chest, “I wouldn’t say that.” And oh , it seemed that animalistic look from a few minutes ago had returned.

‘Maybe,’ Ace thought distantly, a shiver running down his spine as he stared up at Yamato’s looming figure, ‘comparing him to a wild beast wasn’t completely inaccurate.’ With the way Yamato was looking at him, he felt an awful lot like prey.

Even when he was, well… in an altered state, Yamato had the wherewithal to make it back to the ship. It required a few breaks, and Yamato wouldn’t keep his hands completely off Ace the entire time, but it could have been worse. In Ace’s book, the fact he could walk at all was a blessing.

Thankfully, it seemed everyone was still partying in town. The ship was dead quiet except for the sound of the ocean waves swaying below. Not wanting to risk someone suddenly showing up (with his luck that was always a possibility), he grabbed Yamato by the wrist and pulled him towards his quarters. After both of them were inside, he slammed the door shut, letting out a sigh of relief now that they were in the clear.

Ace looked up to see Yamato staring down at him, then realized he had never actually released the man’s wrist. He yanked his hand back towards himself, gaze snapping in the other direction. “Right, well– we should, uh, get undressed.”

Before he had even finished his sentence, Yamato had begun to unclip his earrings and was now pulling out his hairclips. The last thing Ace saw before turning around was the sight of his hair cascading out of its carefully placed restraints.

Hurriedly, he made his way to the edge of his bed. He sat down, heart beating rapidly in his chest, trying to focus purely on the task of undressing himself. One boot, then the other. He reached up and removed his hat, carefully placing it on a nightstand next to the bed. The same was done to his necklace, then his armband. He slid his shirt off easily. Despite the fact he always wore it unbuttoned, its removal somehow managed to make him feel overly exposed.

He reached down to his belt and fumbled with the clasp, momentarily struggling to undo it due to his wandering mind. Just as his hands managed to undo it, he felt the bed dip behind him in time with a precarious creak.

Warmth met his back, and soon his stomach as well, as Yamato slid his hands under Ace’s arms and around his front, trapping him in a loose embrace. Ace went wide eyed, unsure of what to do. Or think, really. He opened his mouth, to say what, he wasn’t sure. Maybe to tell Yamato to back off so that he could remove his final articles of clothing, but regardless, his words instead came out as a strange noise akin to an animal having its windpipe crushed when he felt Yamato’s tongue lick a stripe up his neck.

That was– he– what–? Ace’s mind had been thrown into a frenzy. The process of undressing himself had managed to calm his brain down somewhat, but this one action seemed to have completely erased that tentative level-headedness. He could do nothing but sit there as Yamato’s warm mouth enclosed itself around the area where his neck met his shoulder.

He felt as Yamato sucked and lapped at the area. Considering the proximity to his ear, the wet sounds it made were impossible to tune out. One of Yamato’s large hands rested against his belly before slowly pulling itself up to his chest. In another situation, the feeling of the warm limb dragging across his skin could have been soothing.

One of Yamato’s hands tweaked at a nipple. Not expecting the sudden stimulation, he cried out. “Hnn! Y-Yamato,” he tried, voice breathless and embarrassingly high pitched. Said man ignored Ace’s plea, bringing his other hand up to cup his other pec before rubbing his thumbs against both nipples in a simultaneous attack. “Yamato!” He repeated, managing a more serious tone.

“Mmn?” Yamato hummed against his neck in response, sounding uninterested in whatever Ace was saying. As if his words held no importance at this point. Ace shivered at the feeling of it vibrating on his skin. 

“Don’t you wanna, ah, y’know.” He could not bring himself to say the specifics, as though he were some blushing virgin and not a wanted pirate. It seemed Yamato had no issue doing it for him, though.

“I want to fuck you so badly,” he growled with such startling bluntness that Ace had to remind himself that he was in an altered state of mind, “but I gotta make you feel good, too.”

“That’s, ah , r-really not important right now, bud,” Ace assured him, or at least, he attempted to. Of course Yamato’s care for his friends just had to apply to stuff like this too. He tried to steady his breathing as Yamato’s hands continued to dance over his body. “This is supposed to be about you.” His throat struggled on the last word, feeling Yamato’s teeth bear down against the side of his neck like a threat.

“No,” he breathed out, “I need to.”

Could Yamato feel his heartbeat in this position? The idea had Ace squirming desperately in his grip. Thankfully, Yamato let go easily, not intending on forcing Ace down. He leant forward slightly, trying to put a sliver of distance between them. The heat from Yamato’s body remained easily felt.

Unable to meet Yamato’s gaze, he spoke. “Well, there’s still other stuff, so–” Ace stumbled over his words, wishing that he would stop feeling so worked up. “So you should probably, uh, move back a little, yeah?”

Blissful, cringe-inducing creaking greeted Ace’s ears as Yamato pulled back. He let out a small breath of relief. It was stupid, considering that they were literally going to have sex soon, but having Yamato’s hands all over him felt far too alien. Like he’d said, it should be the opposite, but it seemed that Yamato was intent on putting the focus on Ace instead. He didn’t understand why, or how for that matter, considering his state, but he just had to roll with the punches.

He stood for a moment to finally rid himself of his remaining items of clothing, kicking his pants and underwear off to the side. Figuring more pauses wouldn’t be beneficial, Ace quickly slid back onto the bed, lifting one leg up as he turned to the side.

Ace’s bed wasn’t the biggest. It wasn’t tiny by any means, but it still felt odd to see someone as tall as Yamato sitting cross legged in the center of it. He’d been leaning back slightly, supporting himself with his arms. When Ace looked back at him, he snapped his attention up to Ace’s face and sat up straight. He tried not to think about the fact that Yamato had most likely been watching him finish undressing.

They had seen each other naked countless times before, but this time the context was entirely different. Ace couldn’t help but peek down at the other man’s shaft for a split second. He knew Yamato had a big dick– vaguely, not because he thought about it! – and fuck, maybe he shouldn’t have demanded to help without considering what exactly he’d be dealing with. Could… could that thing even fit in him…?

Well, it was kind of late for that now. He’d have to make it fit, some way or another. With this revelation, he blindly reached for his bedside drawer and pulled out a partially used bottle of lube. Yamato didn’t try to be secretive about watching him retrieve the item. Swallowing a bit of saliva that had gathered inside his mouth, Ace gave Yamato his full attention.

“So,” Ace started, “how exactly should we… proceed?” He inwardly cringed at his formal choice of wording.

Yamato’s head tilted slightly at the question. “Hm?”

“Well, I mean… I kinda assumed I would be doing it myself,” he shook the bottle around for emphasis. A small laugh escaped him at the awkwardness of the situation. “But, well–”

“No!” Ace was startled when Yamato suddenly leant forward, slamming his hands against the mattress just a little too intensely, causing the space between them to bounce softly. Their faces were suddenly far closer than before, and Yamato stared at Ace with a wild, wide-eyed expression. “Let me!”

“O-okay,” Ace conceded easily. He found himself far too aware of the way their hands grazed against each other as Yamato took the bottle from him.

Ace never thought he'd see a day where laying down was a nerve-wracking prospect, but he persevered. He settled back onto his elbows before forcing himself to lean into the pillows. His arms pressed against his sides stiffly. Almost shyly, he spread his legs open to allow Yamato access.

One of Yamato’s fingers pressed against his hole. For a moment he feared that he would press one in dry, mind too foggy to recall the purpose of lube, but thankfully no breaching occurred. Yamato merely teased the opening, pressing firmly, then relenting again incrementally. It was embarrassing to let his friend touch him there, but focusing on the repeated motion slowly eased the tension in his body.

Things couldn’t go on like that forever, though. He pulled his hand back, uncapped the top of the lube with his other hand, and squeezed some of the fluid onto his fingers. He pressed it a bit too hard, spilling more than he intended onto his hand, but it wasn't such a bad thing. More was most likely better in this situation, after all.

Ace watched intently as Yamato's hand, now glistening from lube, reached between his legs once again. He felt one of Yamato's wet fingers press against his entrance and, this time, work inside. Ace's breath hitched at the feeling of the finger sliding in, unrelenting until it buried itself to the knuckle. 

Yamato stared at the spot where they were now connected as if he were enamored. A beat passed before he slowly pushed it in the rest of the way in, reaching deeper into Ace than his own fingers ever could.

Ace clutched at the sheets and let his head fall back, unable to continue watching as Yamato fingered him open. He'd just lay there and… let him have his fun. 

A sigh was drawn out of Ace when a second finger met the first, eyes sliding closed as they pumped back and forth. He found himself getting lost in the sensation, especially when his fingers crooked and prodded against his inner walls. 

His awareness was brought back to him by a strange tickling sensation across his chest. He opened his eyes, confused, and was met with the sight of Yamato half leaning over him. Strands of his hair draped onto his chest in miniature waterfalls, explaining what had been causing the feeling. A small tremor reverberated throughout the rest of his body. 

It didn't take long for Yamato to reveal his purpose in moving. His head dipped down and he latched his mouth over one of Ace's nipples, perked from his earlier treatment of them. 

Ace gasped, body jerking, hole clenching down on the fingers inside of him as Yamato lazily lapped his tongue over the bud. His fingers, which he had paused momentarily to pursue this scheme, pushed as deeply as they could go.

“Does it feel good, captain?” Yamato slurred into his chest, gazing up at him with hooded eyes.

Ace spluttered, face exploding into a brilliant shade of red, so hot that he momentarily feared it had burst into flame. “D-Don’t call me that at a time like this, Yamato!” 

In lieu of a response, Yamato slid his fingers back and began prodding with a third. He pushed all three in together, now notably quicker, firmer, with more confidence. Ace struggled to ignore the way Yamato’s treatment had made his dick start to stand at attention.

Unsure of what to do with himself, his hand flew to the back of Yamato's head and grabbed a fistful of his hair. He'd have liked to pull his mouth off of him, but for reasons unknown to his aroused mind, he only managed to tug at the strands weakly (for someone with his strength, at least). A deep moan rumbled from Yamato’s mouth, providing added stimulation to the nub he'd been lavishing. Ace gnawed at his lip desperately. 

Yamato ground his hips into the mattress as he worked. He caught the hard bud between his teeth and, to Ace’s surprise, nipped it. Ace couldn’t help the yelp that burst out of his throat, yanking on the locks tangled around his fingers out of instinct. This time, it was a far more forceful action that succeeded in ending the ravishing of his chest.

When Ace caught sight of Yamato’s face, it looked utterly blissed out. He stared for a moment, transfixed by the expression. He never would have thought he’d see Yamato like this, and for some reason, he found that he didn’t want to look away.

However, Yamato still had three fingers in his ass. He prodded them inside at a certain angle that had Ace seeing stars for a split second, effectively knocking him out of his trance.

“ Hey ,” Ace tightened his hold and shot Yamato a glare, who groaned in response, looking a bit more attentive. “Stop that.”

Yamato’s head tilted slightly, looking disappointed by the command. Aside from Ace not being able to handle the treatment he was receiving, they really did need to move along. “I’m probably good now, so…” he lessened his hold on his hair. “We can do it now.”

He felt as Yamato’s fingers drew back, trying not to tense up. He allowed his legs to slide open, and it wasn’t difficult for Yamato to understand the hint, quickly taking up residence between them.

But it ended there. For some reason, Yamato wasn’t actually doing anything. Ace propped himself up on his elbows, looking over at him. He sat on his knees, just staring holes into Ace’s body with a serious look on his face. Immediately, Ace was on alert. Oh shit, had he changed his mind after all? Fuck, maybe this really was a bad idea–

“Yamato?” His tongue darted out to wet his lips, which felt suddenly dry. Then, tentatively, “What's wrong? You wanna stop?”

The serious expression on his face was wiped away with startling quickness. “No!” He shouted, leaning his entire body over Ace’s, hands placed firmly at both sides of him. The suddenness of it startled Ace, but as he stared up at Yamato, caged by his larger body, a different feeling pooled in his gut.

The man above him panted. There was no doubt he was incredibly pent up at this point, so if he did still want to continue after all, then why the hell wasn’t he? Thankfully, this question was answered after Yamato reeled some of his control back. “You’re… so small.”

Ace blinked. “...what?”

“What if I crush you?” He cried, sounding genuinely frightened of the possibility. The look on his face revealed a level of distress that made it impossible for Ace to prevent the laughter that soon bubbled out from his chest. 

“Ace! Don’t laugh, I’m serious!”

Ace kept laughing. Though, when he managed to crack his eyes back open, he was immediately reminded that Yamato was looming over him, golden eyes piercing into him with a look of annoyance. His laughter quickly petered out. He… was pretty big, compared to himself, at least. He’d never really thought about that before. He did not like the way that this realization made him feel.

“Er–, you know what? You may have a point,” he admitted, begrudgingly, out of a desire to move on from this line of thought. Also, Ace realized that if someone as strong as Yamato fucked him into the mattress, the phrase ‘bed breaker’ likely wouldn’t be so metaphorical. He would very much like to avoid that outcome. He scooted over to the side, patting the area he just was. “Lay down.”

Yamato eagerly followed the order, though he did have to pull his legs up so that they wouldn’t just hang off the edge. With how he threw himself onto the mattress, Ace was momentarily worried that the whole purpose of the position would be rendered moot. However, at the lack of any cracking noise, he was free to proceed.

He’d never ridden someone before, but hey, this whole situation was a first for him.

Ace slung himself over Yamato’s lower half, facing his legs. Maybe it was cowardly, but he didn’t think he would be able to look his friend in the face as he bounced on his dick. Or let that friend watch him as he did it. The way Yamato had looked at him this whole time was already too much; he wouldn’t be able to handle that gaze in the middle of the act itself.

He slid himself back a tad to be in the proper position, jumping slightly at the feeling of two large hands sliding over his hips. He looked down, trying not to think about how they absolutely dwarfed him, then peered over his shoulder with a countenance of confusion.

Yamato’s hair, an ocean of white and blue, was strewn across the pillows, framing his flushed face. His chest slowly rose up and down as he took in large breaths from his mouth. He looked rather pathetic, really. Fighting back a snort of amusement, he asked, “What’s up with you?”

“Mm… why are you like that?”

He raised a brow. ‘Like that’? What was that supposed to mean? “Like what?”

“You’re–” the hands on his hips tightened, just barely– “you’re facing away…”

Ace tensed, feeling found out despite the fact he had nothing to be guilty over. He noticed!? Why did he even care about that? “Yeah,” he drawled, trying to seem casual about it. “So?”

“I wanna look at you.”

“You can see me well enough from back there!”

“I don’t wanna look at your back ,” he whined petulantly. Ace rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to respond, but Yamato beat him to it. “And what if I want a kiss? You said you’d take care of me, didn’t you?” This bastard should not have the mental fortitude to look at him with that teasing expression.

Heat bloomed on Ace’s face, and he had to stop himself from staring at Yamato’s mouth. “I– Well–” How was that what reduced Ace to a stuttering mess? He could literally feel Yamato’s cock against his ass, but the idea of a kiss is what did it? “Deal with it!” He shouted, unable to think of a witty response. How was he supposed to respond, anyway? He didn’t even know why Yamato would want a kiss from him. It’s not like that would help get him off. 

“Hmph.” Yamato turned his head to the side, lips pursed. His cheeks were visibly puffed out, too. If it didn’t mean removing his hands from Ace, then he probably would have crossed his arms as well. He was pouting!? Seriously? Jeez, this guy… Hard as a rock, yet finding stupid shit to complain about. For someone so desperate to blow their load, he sure was doing a lot of thinking and very little fucking.

Reaching behind himself, Ace took Yamato’s sheath in his hand. He felt Yamato’s hip twitch at the contact, hearing his surprised gasp. ‘Serves him right,’ He thought smugly, pressing its tip up against his hole. He took a few deep breaths through his nose, intending to help himself relax so that Yamato would actually fit inside of him, before suddenly feeling his nervousness ramp up again. They were really doing this, weren’t they? Obviously he knew that. Yamato had just put three fingers up his ass after all. But, well, being connected like this would really seal the deal.

Would things between them change after this? He didn’t really know if Yamato would have preferred to be doing this with someone else, or hell, just on his own. If nothing else, he definitely wouldn’t have wanted to have sex with Ace outside of this state. So how exactly would things turn out once the deed was done? His spiraling thoughts made him momentarily forget the task at hand.

“Ace?” Yamato called softly from behind him in a strained voice, making him flinch. “Are you ok?”

Shit. Now really wasn’t the time to be thinking about all of this. Yamato was patiently waiting, even in his desperate state, and asking if he was ok instead of demanding he get on with it. As if he was the one who mattered in this situation.

Wanting to avoid looking back at him anymore, Ace blindly searched for words to placate him. He could only respond with a meager, “Uh, yeah, sorry.”

Yamato clearly attempted to prod more, but his voice cut off, morphing into a hiss of pleasure as Ace finally pushed himself down. Ace wasn’t much better off, eyes squeezed shut, worrying at his bottom lip to trap the noises that attempted to escape his mouth. The valiant attempt was thwarted by Yamato jerking his hips up, desperate to bury himself in Ace’s heat. “Fuck!” A shout punched its way out of Ace’s throat, deafeningly loud, and somewhere in his brain he prayed nobody else had returned to the ship yet.

The hands at his hips hastily smooth their way up and down his sides and thighs in an attempted apology. Ace tried to focus on the sensation as he tried to get his breathing back under control. “I’m f-fine,” he wheezed. Yamato probably wasn’t in much better condition; he could easily hear the man making desperate noises.

Feeling ready to keep going, he sunk himself down again. This time, thankfully, Yamato managed to refrain from thrusting into him without warning. Before Ace knew it, his ass had fully seated itself on Yamato’s pelvis. 

His knees quivered and sweat covered him from head to toe, but he had done it. A strained sigh left him. He felt completely split open, unfathomably full. It took him a moment to realize that at some point during the process he’d squeezed his eyes shut, so he painstakingly forced one of them open. He saw how Yamato’s feet curled into the sheets and the way his leg muscles bulged with restraint.

“ Ace ,” he whined, drawn out and filled with need. “I– I can’t, I need you–”

“Just a second.” Ace weakly held up an arm, pointing one finger up. “I just– need a second. You can wait a second for me, yeah?” The words tumbled out of his mouth quickly. He heard Yamato let out a whimper and let his arm limply fall back down to his side.

A moment of tense silence followed. After a few agonizing seconds, Ace strained his legs to push himself upwards. The action elicited a drawn-out moan from Yamato. Ace’s breath hitched at both the sensation and noise.

Motivated by Yamato’s sound of pleasure, he repeated the process. It felt uncomfortable the first few times, but he let the feeling of Yamato’s hands, almost painfully tight, ground him. The rhythm was unsteady and left Ace panting, a result of the strain that continuously bouncing put on him, but his goal of making Yamato cum easily kept him going.

He had intently been soaking up the sounds of Yamato’s moans and gasps, so he was surprised to suddenly hear him start speaking. “You feel so good,” he exhaled, sounding as if it took all the air in his lungs to utter the words. “You’re so good, you’re so good,” he repeated with an inflection comparable to someone in worship.

Ace felt himself tighten. Taken aback, he momentarily paused in his task of sinking back down on Yamato’s cock. Unfortunately for him, the tether of Yamato’s self-control, which had been pushed to its limit at this point, had officially crumbled into tiny little pieces. With little effort, the hands on his hips yanked him down, forcing the entirety of his length back inside with one quick movement.

A strangled shout clawed its way from Ace’s throat, caught between pleasured and pained on account of not knowing which of the two his body should be feeling at the moment. He didn’t have time to recuperate, as Yamato was already forcing him back up. Not fully there at the moment, Ace tried to go with the motion. He struggled to put any strength in his legs, but doing so felt far more pleasant than relying only on Yamato’s grip.

With Yamato now assisting him in raising and lowering himself, the action felt far less strenuous. Instead of focusing on the burning in his legs or beating of his chest, he was quickly overtaken by the feeling of Yamato's oversized cock pounding him non-stop.

Precum that had built at the tip of his dick had started to slide down. His panting soon shifted to being born of pleasure rather than exertion. Each repetition of rising and falling made it harder to ignore the way Yamato’s shaft pressed relentlessly against every inch of his hole. 

And, well. Maybe he wasn’t seeing properly, maybe it was just because of the rapid bobbing of his head after each time he was moved, but he swore that when looking down there was a small, barely noticeable distension of the skin around his stomach each time he slid back down.

Ace cried out, a more definitively pleasurable noise than last time, as Yamato rolled his hips up to meet Ace’s ass as he sank back down onto him. It wasn’t quite as unexpected as last time, and the action felt as though it was done with more thought behind it, too. He couldn’t really know if it was or not, but the result was nonetheless more pleasant than the first rapid insertion.

Seemingly deciding that Ace controlling the pace was not sufficient anymore, Yamato continued to move his hips in tandem with him, increasing the pace and his strength enough to be noticeable.

Ace felt his mouth fall open against his will, a thin trail of drool sliding out of the corner and down his chin. Right now, he was extremely grateful to past-him for deciding not to face Yamato during this, because he knew his own expression had to be utterly humiliating by this point. He’d never taken anything that felt this intense before, and it had easily gotten the better of him. Any control he’d held in this situation was now undoubtedly moot, utterly subservient to Yamato’s whims.

“Captain,” Yamato called with a gasping breath, and Ace didn’t have the ability to retort the use of the title with anything more than a ragged noise, “Captain!”

Something seemed to crackle in the air. Ace didn’t know what it was, but something had changed. There was– pressure, maybe? A pressure against his entire body that made him shake pitifully. Made his throat clam up and beads of cold sweat roll down his face. It felt wrong, somehow, yet familiar. Domineering yet somehow caring. Whatever it was, he felt compelled to push back against it. Like that was the obvious reaction. But he couldn’t, or perhaps wouldn’t. It pushed and pushed, bearing down on him as he took Yamato into himself repeatedly, and for once in his life Ace didn’t feel the urge to fight.

“Come on, come on, I wanna feel you come, captain. Please, Ace?”

His breath hitched, eyes snapping wide open. Everything was suddenly too much. He couldn’t think , desperately grabbing for anything to anchor himself. One hand squeezed around Yamato’s knee, both to ground himself and keep his body from tipping over. The other– he couldn’t be sure why, he wasn’t sure of anything at this moment. But regardless, as if it had a mind of its own, his other hand slotted itself over one of Yamato’s and clutched him with an unyielding grip as he felt himself come apart.

Tears pricked at his eyes as Yamato slammed in once, twice, and it was over for him. His back arched as he was pushed straight over the edge. His mouth fell open, making a clear path for a drawn out, overwhelmed howl to escape him as he released onto the sheets. Dual tear tracks slid down his cheeks, a product of how overwhelmed he felt.

His body drooped, trembling slightly at the remaining pressure in the air mixed with overstimulation as Yamato continued to fuck up into him. Thankfully, this issue was rectified quickly. It didn't take more than a few seconds for Yamato to follow after Ace, releasing his load deeply inside with a satisfied sigh. As though the events were related, the force pressing down on Ace disappeared as well. He blinked away the leftover tears in his eyes.

Ace felt Yamato’s cock pulse inside him as he came, inwardly grimacing at the sensation of cum spurting directly into him. Good. It was taken care of. He could take a moment to just… relax.

Slowly, he released Yamato's hand. He allowed his eyelids, almost unbearably heavy, to fall shut. He simply sat there with Yamato's softened dick still inside himself, unable to find the energy or willpower to actually move off of him. It felt oddly pleasant, and it didn't seem like there was any urgency now, so what was the harm?

They remained this way for a few minutes, simply filling the room with the sound of their breathing, until Yamato seemingly decided it was enough. His hands finally disappeared from his hips, the lack of contact somehow feeling unnatural. Ace let out a weak moan as Yamato's cock shifted, soon being met with the familiar feeling of Yamato pressing against his back. He lathered his nape in lazy kisses, and Ace couldn’t help but lean into the gesture. He thought Yamato may have said something, but his mind, feeling filled with static, couldn't quite comprehend the whispered words.

His hands made themselves at home on his hips again, but not just to rest there. They tightened and pulled Ace upwards, eventually managing to ease him off himself. Ace let out a small whine as Yamato exited, feeling the way his hole didn't quite close all the way despite now being empty, unable to feel embarrassed about the sensation of the fluid inside him starting to drip.

Right now, Ace was content to just let Yamato manhandle him, leaning his weight fully back against the man. He might have dozed off like that for a moment, because next thing he knew they were both lying down. He felt as Yamato nuzzled into his dark hair, focused on the feeling of his arm slung around his waist, enveloping him in comforting warmth. 

He could fall asleep for real like this, but he thought better of it. Though it did take quite a bit of willpower. It felt nice to be held like this, so intimately. He felt like something precious.

“Yamato,” Ace whispered, unsurprised at his voice’s hoarseness. He didn’t receive an answer, other than the sensation of the man's legs pressing up against him more. He swallowed a bit of saliva in his mouth and tried again, achieving the same result.

Slightly annoyed at the lack of response, he craned his head to look over his shoulder and was met with the sight of Yamato, eyes closed. It had seemed he hadn’t been of the same opinion when it came to falling asleep at this moment.

“Seriously?” He muttered, voice equally irritated as it was fond. He was tempted to just let him sleep, but delaying a conversation really did seem like an unwise idea. 

He awkwardly threw his arm back, smacking the sleeping man in the face lightly. This only earned him a quiet mumble and a tightened grip around himself. Huffing, Ace turned himself onto his back, then to his other side. “Hey,” Ace called, sterner, repeatedly patting Yamato on the cheek as he spoke. “Wake up, come on. You don’t get a choice here. I order you to get up.”

Even asleep, his victim’s face grew increasingly bothered. Yamato’s eyes slowly cracked open, disdain evident on his face. A moan of grumpiness vibrated deeply in his chest.

Ace’s mouth twitched. “Morning,” he greeted, unable to hide his amusement at the sight. He propped himself up on an elbow, waiting for the tiredness to subside.

Still blinking blearily, Yamato made a noise of affirmation. “Mornin’ Ace…” He spoke quietly, eyes fluttering closed as if he was going to return to his restful state, before seemingly remembering where he was. “Ace!”

“That’s me.”

He stared wide-eyed, mouth slightly agape, clearly not at the point of remembering why he was in bed with Ace. The realization didn’t take too long though, eyes trailing down and noticing that the both of them were naked. Letting out an unfitting squeak, he pulled his arm off of Ace and pushed himself up. His hair was like a wild mane, far more disheveled than Ace had ever seen him.

He clearly wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the words. When he tried to speak, he cut himself off, making some worrying croaking noises that had Ace frowning, nervousness pooling in his gut as he watched silently. It took a few attempts for actual human speech to exit his mouth.

“Oh seas, we really did that.” Yamato spoke, mostly to himself. He brushed his hand through his hair, face in disbelief. Then, almost a whisper, “ I really did that.” His eyes quickly turned towards Ace and remained there for a few moments, though it quickly grew too much and he turned away once more, burying his face in his hands and letting out a long groan.

Well shit. This was a reaction Ace had been dreading the thought of, and it was happening. He felt a chill wash over his whole body, freezing him in place. Shit. Shit shit shit. Yamato did regret it. Ace had fucked up. His tongue darted out over his lips, trying to make himself say something.

“I–” Ace paused, taking a small breath. “Yamato, I–”

The man whipped around, pulling his hands away from his face. Ace’s words caught in his throat, and they merely stared at each other in silence. Yamato reached a hand out towards him but suddenly stopped, pulling back slightly. He wore an expression that Ace couldn’t quite place.

“Ace,” he breathed out, and Ace tensed in preparation for what he was about to say. “I-I am so sorry! That was- I acted so shamefully!”

It was an understandable feeling, but it wasn’t as if they hadn’t both been rather… shameful. Plus, Yamato had a far better reason for it. But Ace wasn’t sure pointing that out would help much, so instead he asked, “What makes you say that?”

“Everything!” He threw his arms in the air. “All of that was- I should not have done any of that, and yet-!” His face grew flushed out of frustration.

Unsure of how to, but nonetheless wanting to help ease his friend’s mind, Ace tentatively pushed himself into a sitting position as well. He couldn’t lay there while his friend had some sort of crisis. “Well, you weren’t exactly all there,” he pointed out, voice level.

Yamato glanced down at him, hands planted firmly on the sheets in front of himself. “Are you… not mad?” He asked, quieter than before. Almost hopeful.

“What? No,” came his immediate reply, incredulous. “Why would I be? I’m the reason this even happened. I’m not gonna complain about something I started.”

For some reason, Yamato frowned at this. “Yes,” he agreed, “but that doesn’t mean you enjoyed it.” He looked away again, staring down at his hands. They clutched the sheets tightly. “I… I wouldn’t want you to feel obligated to do what we did.”

He was tempted to say he had been obligated to do it, but it was clear that wasn’t what Yamato wanted to hear. Plus, well… it wouldn’t have been entirely true if he said it had been done purely out of obligation, anyway. Placing a hand onto Yamato’s shoulder, he tried to speak confidently, though he was sure his words sounded rather meek. “I didn’t dislike it.”

His eyes stared into Ace’s own, and the longer they did, the more they resembled stars sparkling in the night. Maybe that was why he felt heat beginning to gather in his face.

“Really?” Yamato asked, sounding like an excited kid. 

Fighting against the warmth returning to his face was a losing battle. “Y-Yeah.” He offered him a small nod, shoulders drawing up. 

Turning his body more towards Ace, he opened his mouth to say something, but seemed to rethink it. “But, ah,” He reeled himself back a bit. “I know I got rather forceful… is your chest alright? A-And your hips? And your–”

Ace slapped a hand against Yamato’s mouth, his message clear. “Don’t,” he hissed, unable to handle this line of questioning. It was far too soon for him to handle Yamato bringing up everything that occurred.

Instantly, Yamato paused. He looked at Ace, then down at his arm, before gently taking his wrist and pulling it from his mouth, rubbing against the skin softly with his thumb. Ace watched dumbstruck at the gesture, though he didn’t pull away.

“Ok,” Yamato whispered, voice washing over Ace and sending a tingle down his spine. “Sorry, I’ll stop.”

Ace was desperate to take back some control in this conversation. “Of course you will. I’m the captain, you can’t just go against my orders,” he joked.

For some reason, Yamato’s expression instantly pinched. “Don’t say that right now.”

It took Ace a moment to realize what the problem was. When he did, he was more than happy to latch onto it. “Oh, so now you’re embarrassed? Well too bad!” A grin slowly slid onto his face at the revelation. “If I had to deal with hearing it, then I get to hold it over your head.”

Yamato groaned, making the mattress bounce when he let himself fall backwards onto it, throwing an arm over his eyes in a feeble attempt at hiding his shame. ‘Good, he deserves a bit of suffering,’ Ace thought smugly to himself, pleased with the sight. Yamato could easily handle a little fraction of the embarrassment Ace had to suffer through.

Once he was satisfied, he figured it was about time he asked what he'd been meaning to. “Yamato,” he called, and the man in question peeked out from under his arm. “What about you? Are you feeling alright?”

“Huh? Oh.” Pinkness had returned to Yamato’s face once more, but it was more welcome than the harsh red it had been earlier. “Um, yes. You–” he cleared his throat, “You really… helped.” He couldn’t quite look Ace in the eye as he said it, fumbling with his hands anxiously.

Ace felt quite similar. “Yeah.” His voice came out more high-pitched than he’d have liked. “Good, good. But, well, that wasn’t exactly what I meant.”

Yamato propped his head up, looking at Ace curiously. “What did you mean?”

“I mean, well…” He trailed off for a moment, trying to get his words in order. “I could’ve asked if you wanted someone else to help you, or if you didn’t want any at all.” He tapped a finger against his knee. “You were focusing on me a second ago, but what about you? You are my responsibility, and my friend, but I didn't really give you many options to think about before bringing you in here.”

Yamato let out a long, low hum, seeming to mull over Ace’s concern. “I wouldn’t have wanted to do it with anyone but you.” It was an answer he hadn’t expected, and wasn’t quite sure how to respond to. It seemed he didn’t need to though, as Yamato kept talking.

“There was something I didn't really like,” he started, and the statement made Ace sit attentively. But whatever he had been saying, it seemed he quickly lost his nerve. “But, uh, I mean– it's not that you'd have to, if you don't want to that's OK! I mean, we aren't really a c-couple, so– but that is to say–!” Aaand he was rambling.

Ace cleared his throat louder than necessary. Thankfully, Yamato took the hint and shut his mouth. He flashed Ace a sheepish smile that made his heart flutter. “If you'd be alright with it, I'd like to kiss you.”

Ace didn’t feel as surprised at the request as he normally would. Frankly, the emotional roller coaster he’d been going through (plus, y’know, the sex) had thoroughly drained him. So, rather than start spluttering in embarrassment, he merely shrugged his shoulders. Fuck it. “We just had sex together. I really don't have any reason to oppose a kiss, do I?”

Yamato froze, not quite sure what to do after receiving an affirmative answer, likely not sure if Ace was even being serious. He very much was, though, crawling over and placing a hand on each side of his head. All Yamato did was stare up at Ace wide-eyed with a stupefied expression, and he couldn’t help but wonder if this was what he looked like when Yamato had done the same thing to him.

“Well?” Ace asked, lowering himself so they were almost nose to nose. “Hurry up, I’m not gonna wait forever you know.” Rather than attempt to speak, Yamato nodded rapidly in response, almost smacking Ace right in the face.

Their mouths carefully slotted together, unable to fit quite right against each other. It was nothing more than a press of lips, but it didn’t feel like it needed to go any further. It was only a slight pressure, yet it caused a swirl of pleasant feelings to wash over Ace, making any remaining tension drain from his body.

Slowly, they pulled away from each other. 

“Did you seriously want to kiss me during all of that?” Ace asked, voice soft and subdued. He had originally thought Yamato’s earlier complaint had merely been a strange desire fueled by his aroused state, or even a joke. With him requesting it after the fact, neither of those explanations seemed to be correct.

Yamato laughed, a pleasant sound that made the warm feelings in Ace’s chest swell. “Yes. Actually, I… I've wanted to for a while now.”

“Oh,” Ace replied, with more acceptance than either of them would have expected. His brain was too fried to attempt processing the fact Yamato wanted him like that. “I see.”

The pair lied there for a while. No doubt both of them would have liked to fall asleep right then, but with their conversation finished and with peace of mind, Ace became a bit too aware of the gross feeling in his ass from their previous activities. Grimacing, he looked over at Yamato beside him.

“We… should probably shower.”

“Together?”

They already had communal bathing, so the question was rather redundant. The ridiculousness of the question, especially coming after the events of tonight, just made Ace laugh. “You idiot,” he insulted, unable to stop his mouth from curling into a smile. Yamato gave one back, crinkling the corners of his eyes. “Come on.”

So they did. They didn’t speak much, but the silence was comfortable. Emerging from the baths with a pleasant feeling of freshness encompassing them, there was a brief pause, both of them unsure of where to go from there. But somehow, as if reading each other’s minds, they wordlessly returned to Ace’s too-small bed together. Clad in only their underwear, they basked in each other’s warmth beneath the covers, bodies closely intertwined.

Ace wasn’t sure what this made them, and he didn’t have any remaining energy to think it over tonight. All his tired brain knew at that moment was that it felt nice to lie with Yamato like this, and that he hoped this wouldn’t be the last time they did so. That he didn’t feel any regret about sleeping with him, and that he was immensely relieved to know Yamato didn’t either. That maybe he, too, had thought about sharing a kiss with him before, more than once, and that he’d like it if they could do it again.

These thoughts could be dealt with later. Right now, the only thing either of them needed to do was sleep.