Ace just feels unbridled adoration for Sabo, his arm coming across his abdomen to brush at the skin, scarred or not, on his arm. Their eyes meet and its heat, its sparks. It’s so good with him, like this, even the thrill between them at edging closer to unexplored territory.
“I love you, Sabo, you’re beautiful.” he feels like he can’t say it enough.
He meets Sabo’s kissing with equal force, with noises from the back of his throat and minute movements against him. Then Sabo’s fingers are pushing into him, met with an arch in his back and a soft, low moan just for him.
“Sabo ...” he’s never quite said his name like this, utter physical need. His fingers circle his clit, slow but sure, slipping over slick. “Want more, want you.”