Acesan part 2
Just A Break?
NSFW
2k word count
Summary: continuation of Sanji's and Ace's situationship
Part 1 here
Sanji didn’t get a millisecond alone with Ace until days later, much to his dislike. Either he had to prep and cook, which was the usual protocol, or they had to fight against some less-than-friendly pirates that thought they could overtake the Sunny.
On top of that, Zoro was acting weird and provoked him much more than Sanji’s nerves could handle. He’d sometimes catch the swordsman staring holes into him, which creeped him out every time. Whenever Sanji snapped and asked what the hell was wrong with him, the idiot couldn’t even come up with an answer, just turning the other way to brood.
Ace was equally busy, either with Luffy or out on the Striker exploring the surrounding islets dotted across the miles of ocean blue or trying to fish sea monsters. That was always hit or miss if Ace brought anything back. Though when he did manage to catch something and bring it back to Sanji like a proud tomcat, he’d quietly wait for praise, and then pass the cook with a warm palm skating across the blond’s lower back. Sanji hated how that got him every time, his body threatening him with a boner in the middle of the kitchen.
On the fifth day of Sanji’s personal hell, he unknowingly brushed against Ace on his way to the bathroom to shower, too tired to realize who was now behind him.
“Uh, Sanji?” Ace asked, noticing Sanji’s blank look.
The blond jumped, his head snapping over to Ace, who was two paces behind him, standing akimbo. He looks a little disappointed, as if Sanji’s exhaustion was pointed at him.
“Oh! Ace! Sorry, long day,” Sanji straightens up (lies), rubbing the back of his neck, “I was gonna shower, got lost in my thoughts.”
Ace smiles, shaking his head, “You’re fine, I know what a hard worker you are.”
“Yeah, yeah…” Sanji nods, trying to inch his way closer to Ace quietly, the wood planks beneath him creaking at the tentative movement of weight.
“Want me to join you?” Ace asks plainly, stepping closer as well until they were only inches apart. Sanji had never wanted to scream “yes!” so much in his life, but held back because he would be damned if anyone heard and interrupted this.
Sanji just nods, giving an excited little smile. He starts back towards the bathroom, feeling Ace walk behind him closely. As they get closer, Ace speaks again, “I missed you, you know.”
“You’ve seen me at least once every day,” Sanji tries to counter, his heart torturing him with faster beats.
“It’s not the same, at least when we’re alone,” Ace replies, stepping aside to push open the door for Sanji, his eyes watching closely as the blond enters.
The bathroom is a little smaller than preferred, but no less than it would’ve been if it were in a house. There’s a shower with a tub built in and a sink nearby, plastered to the tiled wall. Nami had insisted to Franky that he couldn’t put the toilets in the “washroom”, since she didn’t want “poop particles” in the air. Sanji had to agree with her, as someone who cared more about his hygiene than others (Luffy) on the Sunny.
Sanji starts the shower, trying to focus on getting the perfect temperature rather than staring at Ace, who was peeling off his shorts and boxers in one go, showing off a dark brown happy trail that connected with darker hair that covered his already half-hard cock. During their last encounter, Sanji was the only one nearly naked, and it was only natural that he got an eyeful this time.
“Like what you see?” Ace asked, wearing a crooked smile.
“Y-you’re stripping naked, it’s only natural,” Sanji tried to reason, almost burning his hand clean off when he forgot to turn the temperature back.
“Should I shower fully clothed?” Ace asked in a mock-sweet tone.
“You know what I meant!”
“Mhm, okay, pervert,” Ace snorted, stepping past Sanji to get into the shower, groaning in relief once the hot water hit his shoulders and back, trailing down his lower back and round ass. Sanji could only stare, forgetting he was also here and free to join Ace once he unfroze. He finally collects himself, hurriedly undressing and stepping into the shower behind Ace. Ace side-stepped, grabbing Sanji by the waist to bring him to the front where the water was the warmest.
Though a little surprised, Sanji took the new position carefully, easing into leaning against the other’s chest while the water ran down his collarbones and down to his legs. Ace placed a hand on Sanji’s sternum, dragging him flush to his body. The blond could definitely feel the other’s erection against his ass, but Ace did not move to initiate, simply enjoying the closeness. His soft pecs pressed against Sanji’s upper back comfortably, letting the blond feel the slow thump of the other’s heart. It was all so soothing, the warmth and sound of everything that surrounded them lulling Sanji into a relaxed state, so different from the other times he was in intimate situations.
He had always thought things like this were supposed to be fast and passionate. Why wouldn’t they be with someone you wanted so badly? Though he was starting to see the other side of whatever he felt for Ace, the slow quietude that Ace could bring to him, no matter the day or shitty situation, Sanji would find himself in. I’d kill to have this every day, Sanji realizes.
“Comfortable?” Ace breaks the silence, perching his chin on Sanji’s right shoulder, his wet hair tickling Sanji’s cheek.
“Yeah, it’s…it’s really nice,”
“Well needed, huh?”
“I think I’ve needed this for years, honestly,” Sanji confesses, accidentally revealing more than he would’ve liked to. Ace didn’t need to deal with all of Sanji’s crap, his past, because no one did but himself. He’d rather eat burnt leather than draw out some sob story that didn’t help anyone. Not to mention, it wasn’t exactly a turn-on.
“That’s a long time, but I think I understand?”
“You do?”
“I got a feeling you got a lot of stuff you keep to yourself, about wherever you were before with my brother’s crew. We all got our stuff, but…I would guess yours is a little different, huh?”
“How would you know what I’ve dealt with?” Sanji blurts, starting to feel all too small in this conversation.
“Hey, I wouldn’t,” Ace assured, a little confused with Sanji’s immediate discomfort, “only said that I was sure there’s something you got bottled up, doesn’t mean you gotta tell me today or anytime soon,”
“Shit…I’m sorry, Ace, I just…” Sanji sighs, some of the nerves leaving his body. He
“It’s fine! No hard feelings, I think we both got kinda off topic, hm?” Ace reminded him, his hands that were once securely around Sanji’s waist were now wandering down to the insides of his hips, slowly rubbing the sensitive skin. Sanji nods, watching Ace’s hands move.
He thinks back to their first time together, how much Ace had done for him, and now all he can think to do is return the favor. Sure, he was stressed and certainly touch-starved, but there was a chance Ace was too. Sanji pulled away carefully, turning around, his hands finding their way to Ace’s pecs like muscle memory. How the hell were they so plush? He watched the water run down them and down the man’s sculpted abs all the way to his neglected cock.
“Can I try something?” Sanji asks, already thinking through the logistics with nervousness and a whole lot of eagerness. He was starting to get the same craving he had when he hadn’t had a cigarette in far too long.
“Have at it, cook,” Ace chirps, playfully squeezing the other’s narrow hip.
Sanji kneeled on the shower floor, shifting to find a position he could get comfortable in for a long period, his hand pulling his hair back so he could get a full view of what he was working with. At first, all he could see was how red it was, almost angry with how untouched it had been. Ace was long, too, with a decent girth. It wasn’t anything extreme or all-encompassing, but Sanji couldn’t lie that he wouldn’t enjoy choking on it. He took hold of it, gently tracing the veins on it. He could hear Ace let out small hits from above before letting out a sigh. Sanji could only hope it was a good hiss, now stroking up and down with his middle finger and thumb, pressing around his cock.
He brought his fingers up to the tip, squeezing a little to make more trouble of getting over the bulbous head of Ace’s cock, which earned a little groan from the other man. Unable to get rid of the drool building up in his mouth, Sanji leaned closer, letting the saliva dribble onto the dark-haired man’s cockhead before taking it whole into his mouth, slurping and sucking on the tip. Sanji prayed he was doing this right; it felt right, but he knew he had a habit of chewing on his cigarettes when too ticked off or focused on a fight. Ace was definitely bigger than a cigarette, and a lot more important. Vocal, too, he noticed as Ace let out another groan, much more pathetic than the last. It only turned Sanji on, pushing him to give it his all. He kissed down the shaft, leaving suckling little kisses in which he spat more onto the semi-wet skin until it was slick and smooth all over, dripping down onto the man’s balls.
Ace’s hands made their way back to Sanji, treading into his blond locks with care, but with a firm grip. When Sanji did something partially good, he could feel Ace’s thumbs swirl in his hair, like a small token of praise. When the blond looked up, he paused, watching what kind of power he really had in this moment. Ace’s head was tipped back slightly, his mouth parted as he breathed out sharp little puffs, and his eyelashes fluttered in the steam that surrounded them. Sanji never wanted to forget that look of pure ecstasy, taking the man’s cock deeper and deeper, not caring to choke. He grabbed Ace’s hands, tugging on them to just use him and fuck his mouth how he wanted.
“Hey–hey, you’re gonna…shit, Sanji…” Ace moaned, giving a sharp thrust into Sanji’s mouth without meaning. Sanji whined around his cock, silently praying Ace knew that the blond could handle this and just kept going, no matter how rough. As he took each little hesitant thrust, Sanji could hear a sizzling noise coming from somewhere in the shower. Immediately, he thought something had gone wrong, a malfunctioning pipe or God forbid, Luffy tried to use the stove, and that pop and sizzle sound was coming from the kitchen. Though when Sanji looked up with wide eyes, expecting Ace to be equally confused, he was met with a different sight. Little sparks and tiny flames scattered and disappeared on Ace’s shoulders and arms, slight but noticeable. Ace didn’t even notice his flame-flame powers coming out, so lost in the pleasure that it must’ve been a natural response. Sanji almost came at the sight of it, finally able to give Ace that uncontrollable pleasure he had given him days ago in his room. He was sure his nose was bleeding right now, dripping down and mixing with the spit and pre-cum that coated his lupus and Ace’s throbbing dick.
One of Sanji’s hands flew to Ace’s ass, practically doing the rest of the thrusting for him, getting him to slide his slick cock in and out of his swollen lips and tight throat. Just when Sanji was preparing to get annihilated by the man, Ace pulled away, hauling Sanji up with his hands under his arms like a naughty cat.
“Was it that–” Sanji tries to say before he’s met with the other man’s lips devouring his own, licking off the blood and spit before delving inside, forcing Sanji’s tongue to bump into his own. Sanji whined, returning the fervor, messily sliding and twirling his tongue around Ace’s. Ace pulled away, panting, his eyes dark and quick as he took in each little part of Sanji that was squeezing something hot and uncontrollable inside of him.
“You’re so sexy, you know that, right?” Ace breathed out, his hands favoring Sanji’s ass in the moment, squeezing and kneading the plushness of it.
“Says you,” Sanji could only respond, struggling to breathe now, his head getting light. Ace noticed, keeping an arm around his waist as he reached over to turn the water to a comfortably warm temperature instead of scalding. He moved them both a little further from it, sitting down on the seating part of the shower.
“C’mere, you’re getting overheated,” Ace urged, holding Sanji to get his shaky legs on either side of Ace’s hips, straddling the man. Sanji wilted against the dark-haired man, starting to feel how winded he had actually gotten. Ace rubs his back while leaving gentle little kisses on his shoulder, craning his neck to make sure Sanji wasn’t passed out.
“Why don’t we stop here?” Ace coaxed, tipping Sanji’s chin up so they could be eye level.
“No, please don’t,” Sanji whined, embarrassed by how pleading he’s being, but he knew he’d be a lot more than pissed if he walked away from this without a correct finish, “I’m okay right here, promise.”
Ace gave him a questioning look, waiting for a mutter or sigh of defeat, but he didn’t get one from Sanji. The dark-haired man knew Sanji wasn’t delicate and could withstand a lot worse, but he’d feel awful if he only made things worse for someone he only wanted to give pleasure and comfort to.
“Wanna ride it then?”
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Special thanks to my beta reader who beats me! <3
