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Deuce hummed to himself, flipping through the book in his hands idly, eyes darting to the translations on the margins frequently. New languages weren't exactly something he picked up easily, but he enjoyed the challenge when they came across islands that had native languages other than what he'd grown up with in the East Blue, or what the islands falling most heavily under the World Government's purview spoke. In a crew as large as Whitebeard's, there was usually someone on the crew who spoke whatever language that caught Deuce's attention, who he could ask about a pronunciation as he worked through whatever book had caught his attention, but for the most part it was a self-explored interest that he flipped through during free moments away from the infirmary or Ace's complete attention.
The bookstore was quiet around him, and he took his time deciding to hold onto the book and selecting a little dictionary to go along with it. Ace was somewhere on the island resupplying, or likely hunting down whatever food smelled best at that particular moment, and Deuce was just relieved he'd managed to catch up to Ace and jam his wallet into his pocket before he'd gone racing off with Haruta. Hopefully, the damage would be minimal before Deuce caught up with him.
"Baby Doc!" a cheer arose, and he instinctively twisted at the call, hardly even flustered about answering to the Nurses' silly nickname for him anymore. Three were seated at a little outdoor bar, leaning together and chatting happily, out of uniform in order to wear shorts and sundresses and enjoy the summer climate.
"Deuce, settle an argument," Anna called, waving him over, and he diverted, sitting when Gemma shoved a stool out for him with her foot and waved the bartender over to bring him a shot of whatever they'd been drinking, for several rounds now by the look of it.
"What are you getting into now?" Deuce asked, sniffing at the shot warily. It couldn't be worse than the various concoctions Skull had tried to get them all to try during their time as Spade Pirates, and he trusted the nurses' taste buds more than any of the other pirates he spent his time around, but he wouldn't put it past them to find some way to tease him when the chance arose.
" Kimi ," Anna began, her tone pointed but still warm even as she teased. Not a real argument then. "Thinks that men who speak more than one language and/or have an accent aren't automatically hotter than those who don't."
Deuce took the shot and nodded with a pleading expression when the bartender offered another. "And why are you asking me?"
"Well, what do you think? Y'know, if you weren't totally infatuated with Flame-Brain?" Gemma asked, who had a strange feigned-antagonistic and unrepentantly teasing friendship with Ace that they both seemed to delight in.
He sipped at his second shot, eyeing Gemma, silently begging for help to get out of the discussion, but she shrugged and swiped his new books from the bartop at his side.
"Come on, Baby Doc, opinion time," Anna said, reaching over to nudge the bottom of his shot glass with a freshly manicured finger, and he hurried to swallow before he could choke or sputter it over the bartop and likely get them all kicked out.
"I- ack -I don't know, I don't have an opinion," he coughed, and Kimi wagged her finger, similarly manicured, in a light scolding motion.
"Nuh-uh, Deuce, Gemma already abstained, you're not allowed to."
That hardly seemed fair, and he shot a glower at the brunette beside him and found her shoulders shaking as she hid her face and stifled giggles in the translation dictionary.
"I don't know," he groaned, tipping his head back and wishing he'd escaped when he'd had the chance, never mind they would have given him grief for ignoring them later if he had. Brown and green eyes stared at him, waiting, and he grumbled as he searched for an answer. One of them was going to wind up annoyed at being outvoted, so it was just a matter of picking a side.
Deuce grumbled, tipping his head so he could brace his cheek in the palm of his hand: they’d only give him more grief if he didn’t put on at least a bit of a show of thinking it over, no matter how exaggerated it was. Ace was the first person he’d ever fallen in love with, would be the only person he ever loved, he was already sure of that. And while Ace definitely had a bit of an accent, a result of mountain-living amongst bandits on a different island, Deuce was pretty sure only other East Blue natives would really be able to pick out the difference from any other East Blue islander.
That little hint of an accent never really did anything for Deuce, though. He’d had far more embarrassing, revealing reactions to Ace’s different tones over the years, but he’d long gotten used to the trace accent. But if he imagined Ace with a heavier accent, or speaking another language, this island’s language springing to mind purely from his recent exposure to it—the imagined purr of a whisper in his ear sent a shiver down his spine, and he barely stopped himself from visibly shivering as well.
Anna smirked at him, wide and self-satisfied, clearly reading him better than he would really like, and Kimi stuck her tongue out at him, slapping a handful of berri onto the bartop for whatever penalty losing the argument left her, grumbling to herself all the while.
"Thinking of Ace talking pretty to you, Baby Doc?" Anna asked, sipping victoriously at the cocktail that was slid her way. "Maybe we should pull him aside with that dictionary, teach him a few phrases. Gemm, any sign of something along the lines of 'Let me take you up against the nearest wall, my dearest darlingest love'...?"
Deuce wheezed, and Gemma patted his back, half soothing and half pitying. "How about hello? I think I saw that a few pages back..."
"Can I leave now?"
"No," Kimi and Anna said in unison, boxing him in to lean toward Gemma and the book.
"Maybe we should teach Deuce some pickup lines, see if the language thing works on Ace?"
"He's not gonna have a damn idea what's going on."
"No, no, you flipped past the greetings. There, now where's hello?"
"Bonjour," a familiar voice said, lower than the others, the word butchered by the complete lack of accompanying accent, and Deuce looked up to find Ace leaning against the bar a few feet away, grinning brightly and fully confident in the absolutely wrong language he'd just spoken to them. He waggled his eyebrows at Deuce when he made eye contact, and all he could do for a moment was gape at his partner before bursting into hysterical laughter.
"It's actually 'Hola', but cute try, Flame Boy," Gemma scoffed, thrusting the book out at Ace and smirking when he squinted down at it, blinking a few times like he was having a little trouble focusing on the right word on the page. Haruta and a few others were laughing just across the street, jostling a particularly shell-shocked looking man of the 12th Division, which meant he’d probably been suckered into paying for a meal and had to deal with Ace’s black hole of a stomach.
“I liked my idea,” Ace pouted, looking up at Deuce, who was continuing to try and pull himself back together. “Whatcha think, Deu?”
“Oh yes, I’m feeling particularly overwhelmed and riled up,” Deuce choked out, giggling helplessly. “What next, are you going to fling me over your shoulder and take me to the first seedy hotel you find?”
“Would that work?” Ace asked, looking distinctly pleased, his eyes a little glassy but holding Deuce’s gaze. “I definitely heard some more words, would that help move things along?”
The girls tittered, sly glances cast between them both, and Deuce huffed but certainly couldn’t hide his grin, collecting his books back from a smug-looking Gemma and standing from his barstool, tipping briefly before catching his balance. The nurses could certainly hold their liquor, whatever they’d been drinking was strong , and he reached out to Ace with a flapping hand before his fingers caught on the red bead necklace around his partner’s neck. He didn’t pull, merely tugged until Ace took another step forward and Deuce could put his hand around the back of his neck instead, leaning into him just a little.
"Goodbye, menaces, leave me out of the next fight please," he said to the nurses as primly as he could manage, rolling his eyes when they giggled as Ace swiped a kiss against his cheek and pulled him away from the little bar stand entirely, waving off Haruta and the rest of the group he was with in the process.
"So, where to next?" Ace asked, largely steady for the most part, the only sign he'd been drinking before joining Deuce and the nurses being his heavier steps and the slight glaze to his eyes. "Any plans for the rest of the--mph!"
Deuce definitely had a plan, or at least the start of one, tipping them both into an alleyway once he was sure the other Whitebeard pirates were either out of sight or no longer paying them much attention at all and bullying Ace up against a rough wall before sealing their lips together and licking into his mouth, hot and desperate and achingly longing for more. His hands settled on Ace’s hips, squeezing just a little, thumbs stroking against the jut of bone under warm skin and smooth muscle, gripping a little tighter when Ace moaned into the kiss, hands sliding up Deuce's chest, fingertips sliding under the open edges of his coat before he folded his arms around Deuce's neck. Ace played with the short strands of blue hair there, tugging gently, and Deuce inhaled sharply, letting his head tip before flicking his tongue against Ace's lower lip again.
"This is nice," Ace finally gasped, when he was able to pull away for a breath, tipping his chin up to give Deuce access to his neck, something he delightedly took advantage of, sighing into the warm skin at the crook of Ace's neck and shoulder and mouthing along the pulsing line of Ace's heartbeat, pounding loud and fast against Deuce's lips. He tilted his hips forward, pressing against Deuce's front insistently, and he inhaled sharply, tongue dragging along Ace's neck, and he reveled in the shiver that ran down his partner's spine, let a hand slide to the small of Ace's back and keep them held together as he lifted his head to kiss him properly again.
He moaned at the feel of Ace's teeth nipping at his lip, sighing at the way Ace's hands tugged gently at his hair, and with only a brief moment of consideration let his hand drop from Ace's back to settle on the curve of his neck, knuckles dragging against the rough bricks he'd pushed his partner up against, squeezing appreciatively and swallowing the amused hum Ace released. He wondered for a moment if the brick wall at his back bothered Ace, considered if he was pushing Ace against it enough for his shoulders to drag against the rough surface, if red scratches were blooming against the freckled tan skin of Ace's shoulders or if he was splitting his attention enough to keep his back mostly incorporeal as flames without Deuce really noticing.
Ace was moving against him, trying to press closer, trying to grind forward a little, and he felt himself straining against the front of his trousers more and more, whining ever so slightly against Ace's lips. He wanted more, wanted to touch and be touched, and they were in an alley in the middle of a village and he didn't know if either of them had the willpower to pull apart now and keep heading for the ship and their own private rooms. Ace's length was thick and hot, even through the material of both their pants, pressed insistently to Deuce's hip and jutting against his cock, and his partner grunted in apparent frustration, hands dropping, shoulders shifting to grab onto Deuce’s hips before twisting them both sharply around.
He gasped as he found his own back pressed to the same wall Ace had been mere moments before, the material of his coat catching and dragging. Ace's mouth left his, a punched-out sort of gasp leaving his lips, and Deuce leaned forward to reconnect, to seal their lips together, to lick back into Ace's mouth and feel and taste and savor...
He caught a glimpse of a flash of white, a sharp smile or wicked smirk. Ace's hands tightened at his hips again, a whisper of breath brushed against his ear before he was turning, spun around completely to face the wall, and he barely caught himself on palms braced against the bricks when Ace pressed against him, draped himself against Deuce's back, with arms around his waist, drawing him closer. His chin hooked over Deuce’s shoulder, arms tightening around his waist, one hand settling blazing hot against his abdomen with fingers spread wide and possessive, trailing warm up his abs with teasing touches. The other lingered low against his stomach, thumb and index finger toying with the button of his trousers, and Deuce felt his stomach swoop briefly, breath stuttering, waiting for Ace to unfasten his pants, to slip his hand under the waistband and wrap his fingers around his cock. He was already thrusting forward, he realized belatedly, tiny little twitches of his hips, trying to roll forward into Ace’s touch out of a thoughtless need already.
“Shh,” Ace whispered, hand pausing over Deuce’s sternum, holding firm, his breath ghosting hot against Deuce’s ear, enough to make him shudder. He hadn’t realized he was panting, little hitched moans escaping once in a while, and he bit down on his lip to try and stifle further noise. It felt like a reward when Ace’s hips pressed firmly against his ass, felt his cock even through the extra material of his coat as Ace started grinding against him slowly.
“As much as I enjoy you jumping me in an alley like this,” Ace murmured, soft and careful, that low purr of his voice giving Deuce another shiver like when he’d remembered how effective Ace’s ‘commander voice’ could be. “It’s too early in the day for us to stay here and keep going. Too many nosy pirates roaming around.”
“You can tell them to fuck off,” Deuce suggested, shuddering as Ace’s hips rolled against him, dragging deliciously, teasingly. The hand over his sternum rose, settling higher on his chest, a finger pressed gently to the dip between his collarbones.
“Come on,” Ace said with a ragged little laugh, breath coming a little heavier, as affected by the way they were moving against each other as Deuce was. “You and me, alone in our room. However you want.”
Tempting. He arched back against Ace, biting back a sigh at the feeling, at the way Ace’s hand left his waistband to instead linger lightly over his cock, a featherlight touch rather than any sort of pressure Deuce could move into and ride further. He whined a little, a soft keen from his throat, head tipping back against Ace’s shoulder, and he felt Ace’s smile when he pressed kisses to his temple and high on his cheekbone at the edge of his mask. He considered pulling a hand from the wall, considered reaching down to take Ace's hand and press it to his front properly, to guide Ace into finally, finally taking him in hand and stroking over him. He shifted his weight to just one hand braced on the wall in front of him, fingers brushing against Ace's wrist, only for them both to freeze in place as a rush of laughter sounded behind them, a group passing by the end of the alleyway, paying them no mind thankfully, but enough to put Deuce on edge, a thrill of risk going down his spine alongside the fervor of wanting, Ace tensed behind him.
"However I want?" he repeated, once the group was definitely moving along, and Ace laughed and nodded, pulling his hand away to settle a little more chastely against his hip, squeezing gently.
"Lead the way, love," Ace breathed against his ear, pulling back just a little, separating their bodies entirely but remaining close enough to radiate heat against Deuce's back, just the one hand remaining on his hip keeping them connected. It took Deuce a moment longer to move, closing his eyes and breathing deeply, still braced against the wall, trying to will down his erection enough to keep walking across town and toward Moby without horribly embarrassing himself. A breath, two, and then he straightened, dropping his hands and rolling his shoulders, still hard and wanting but willing to try and rush to get back to their rooms.
Ace didn't look much better than he felt, flushed and mussed, the lingering tipsiness from alcohol burned out of his system and replaced by desperate tension, the weight of his shorts and belt barely doing enough to cover how he was straining against the material, and Deuce had to bite back another lunatic urge to take him in hand or mouth and throw caution to the wind.
He pressed forward instead, taking Ace's lips with his and lapping against him, drawing a hum and a curl of tongue in delicious exchange, trying to pour enough of his own longing into that kiss to make it the rest of the way to the ship. Ace's hands rose to frame his face, kissing back intently, and panted for breath just as much as Deuce did when they finally separated, foreheads pressed together.
"Let's go," he said, hoarse and strung tight with tension and need, and he grabbed onto Ace's hand and towed him along, deeper down the alleyway and back onto open village streets, pouring all his attention and focus into navigating them back toward Moby, anchored at one of the distant deep-water docks in the urban, mercantile section of the village. Ace matched his pace for the most part, though once in a while he would slow or swing his arm in a gesture that Deuce only paid bare attention to, likely waving off approaching offers to join other groups for drinking or shopping or other ventures. He nearly missed a turn in his rush, Ace laughing and tugging him around a corner, revealing his back, unmarked beyond a fading red line from the seam of the brick wall Deuce had pressed him against, and he couldn’t help but swallow thickly, wanting to drag his nails up the smooth expanse of Ace’s back and leave marks himself instead.
Moby was blessedly quiet and peaceful when they arrived, even Pops and Marco gone for the moment: the old man had made noises about finding some bar he remembered from younger days, which meant several of the commanders would have tagged along to get smashed, and Marco would have gone to try and keep Pops from getting too drunk. Deuce spared a brief moment of apologetic worry--had Ace intended to join up with them later? He usually loved drinking and talking to Pops at the end of the day or in wrapping up a long voyage, but the moment Deuce began to hesitate Ace was pulling him along instead, sly, knowing smirk and sharp, smoldering eyes urging Deuce to come, follow, until they were tripping down the ship hallways and giggling, wandering hands and lingering kisses marking their path as they made the most of being almost entirely alone in this section of the ship.
"What do you want, Deu?" Ace breathed against his lips, mere feet from their door, but Deuce couldn't resist the way Ace boxed him up against a wall, hands spread wide and grasping at his thighs, lifting him off the floor, strength and steadiness on display and making Deuce's breath catch and come ragged. It was hot and humid between them, and Deuce squeezed his knees at Ace's hips but didn't wrap his legs around him entirely, determined to get to their room and properly enjoy his partner. He accepted another deep, starving kiss, moaning into Ace's mouth, eyes fluttering at the noise his tongue and lips drew from Ace before gently freeing himself and standing on his own again, hands on Ace's hips to guide him backward the last few steps and press him back against their door.
He hummed thoughtfully, ducking his head, letting his nose drag along the warm pulse in Ace's neck, mouthing gently, gently, contrast to the way Deuce was clumsily rushing to loosen Ace's belts. "You said you heard some more words?"
Ace grinned above him before his lips parted in a gasp when Deuce bit down on his collarbone. "You did like that, huh? Might've even heard something in the right language, y'know."
"Can't hurt to try it," he teased, belt finally falling open in his hands, and he unbuttoned Ace's shorts even as Ace reached back and twisted the door open. They tumbled inside, staggering steps, hands clinging to the other, and Ace caught him with a hand on his cheek and a teasing grin on his face, cheeks rosy and entirely enticing and inviting and drawing him back in close.
"Deuce, Deu," he whispered, fingers curling at the back of Deuce's head, thumbing lightly along his jaw. "¿Te casarías conmigo, Deu?"
Deuce shivered bodily, felt Ace's arms tighten around him, and he surged up to kiss Ace before he could say another word, the curl of his last sentence ringing in Deuce's ears as he kicked the door shut and bullied Ace back further into the room, tugging insistently at his shorts and then tearing out of his own coat as Ace bounced back onto their bed and kicked his clothes off his feet. He scrambled up onto the bed after him moments later, kicking off his own pants in the process, straddling Ace even as he pushed himself further up the bed at the same time, and bowed to press another searing kiss to Ace's lips at the same time, halting the attempt to right or remove Ace's orange hat in the process.
Ace grunted when Deuce’s knee knocked against his side in the scramble but otherwise didn’t protest, carding his fingers into Deuce's hair before grasping tighter, holding him in place as they kissed again with bruising fervor. Deuce scooted back slightly, trying to balance a little better, trying to back up to get his hands or mouth around Ace's cock, he didn't care which so long as he was finally doing more than feeling it pressed against his inner thigh, but Ace followed him, rolling to sit upright with just his abs, holding Deuce in place even as he moved with him, and Deuce moaned and raked his fingernails up Ace's back and shoulders instead, preening at the way Ace shuddered and moaned almost brokenly before pushing him back down again.
"Deu," Ace moaned again as Deuce's hand wrapped around his cock, hips rocking up into his touch automatically. "Deu, come on...need to prep you..."
Deuce hummed noncommittally, plucking the lube from Ace's hand, having grabbed it sometime during the scramble across the room and into bed. He could feel Ace's gaze on him as he nearly drenched his palm in lube, capping the bottle before tossing it onto an unclaimed pillow and spreading sticky-slick between both hands, and Ace's hands rushed to grab onto his hips when he wrapped one hand around both their cocks and began stroking in long, smooth motions, arching into the touch, pressing himself as much against Deuce as he could.
"Fuck," he gasped out, breath hissed between his teeth, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as Deuce twisted his wrist just a little, thumbing over the head of Ace's cock, and Deuce took advantage of the moment to lift himself off of Ace's thighs just a little to reach back and trace a lubed fingertip over his own rim before breaching ever so slowly.
He didn't know if he stuttered over a sigh or his thighs tensed against Ace's and tipped him off, but Ace's eyes opened again to watch him, bottom lip caught between his teeth enticingly as his eyes dropped first to their dripping cocks held in Deuce's grip and then to the way Deuce reached back to finger himself open.
“Soooo you don’t want me to eat you out?” Ace asked, trying to force his voice into a casual drawl, the effort ruined when Deuce reacted to his words by adding a second finger a little too suddenly and releasing a startled moan, rutting forward into his own hand and against Ace’s cock as well in the process. He bit back another curse, eyes rolling in blissed delight, moving his hips to meet Deuce move for move.
“Next round,” Deuce ground out, baring his teeth sharply, catching Ace’s thumb between them when he reached up to cup his cheek and curling his tongue around the callused fingertip. Ace did swear again at that, thumb pressing down against Deuce's tongue, and he pressed a third finger into his body and moaned, long and low, trying to angle his fingers a little more and whining when he decided it was a lost cause and focused more on relaxing, on Ace's cock dripping precum that seemed to scald against his cock and hand, on the way Ace was clearly, desperately trying to hold back from flipping them both over in favor of seeing just what Deuce had in mind.
His hand was sticky when he released their cocks, leaning down to swallow the whine Ace released at the loss of friction and movement, his fingers slipping free of his own body to catch his weight as he shimmied forward and guided Ace in, moaning into the kiss and basking in Ace's groan as they fit together. Ace's thumb, still wet from his tongue, traced over his cheek and pushed the mask away from his skin to drop amongst the tangle of clothes left on the floor in their wake, and Deuce caught it with his lips for another gentle suck before pushing himself back upright and twisting his hips experimentally, gazing down at Ace all the while: his tousled dark hair spread out around his head in soft waves, his flushed cheeks and bright eyes and the way he bit his lip and grinned up at Deuce with each roll of his hips. The orange cowboy hat, the back of the brim likely crumpled under Ace's head as he half-laid on it, and Deuce reached out to pick it up on the next rise, lifting himself mostly off Ace's cock and pulling the hat free of Ace's neck and hair as he sank back down again.
"Just... ah, Deu, like that again ...just throw it somewhere," Ace said, eyeing the hat in his hand as he ground back against him, and Deuce considered it for a moment before putting the orange hat on his head instead, grinning at the mildly stupefied look on Ace's face.
“I’m good,” he said, rolling his hips sharply, again, again, before lifting himself up a little before dropping, bouncing on Ace’s cock happily, furiously, picking up a quick pace he probably wouldn’t be able to keep up for very long if Ace kept hitting his prostate the way he just did. The hat jostled on his head on a downstroke, and he huffed a soft laugh and lifted a hand to press it down onto his head more securely, hissing and flashing another sharp smile when Ace bucked up into him.
“Yeah you are,” was the heated reply, Ace’s own expression sharp with want and hunger, eyes glued to Deuce's face, shadowed somewhat by the wide brim of the cowboy hat. His hands settled on Deuce’s thighs, searing hot with fingertips digging into skin and muscle, the barest push or pull like he wanted to guide Deuce’s movements, but was also actively trying to hold back.
He moved freely, arching back, tipping one hand back to brush against his rim, fingers lingering to graze against Ace’s cock as he slid in and out, shivering at the way Ace groaned and tried to buck into him a little more. Hat secure, his other hand dropped to Ace’s chest, tracing over muscle groups with blunt nails, drawing up red lines to match the ones that had to have been left behind on Ace's back already. A tweaked nipple had Ace arching under him, pressing a little deeper inside, and he moaned at the warm, full feeling, eyelids fluttering briefly as he let himself drop back onto Ace's cock a little heavier. He ground down and back, hissing for breath and feeling buzzed and sharp at the way Ace's cock pressed and dragged against his prostate, the way Ace's eyes hadn't left his face since the hat had gone on his head, the way his fingers pressed against his thighs, one hand seeming to creep toward his ass.
" Ace ," he panted, feeling himself coiling tighter and tighter the faster, harder, deeper he moved over Ace, abandoning teasing Ace with featherlight touches in favor of spreading his hands over Ace's chest simply for purchase, rocking onto him in abandon, feeling a whine rising in his throat as Ace’s pace and thrusts remained steady and even, despite the sheen of desperate tension in Ace's eyes and the way he grit his teeth as he panted for breath right along with Deuce. "Ace, Ace."
The hand not planted on his ass shifted, moving to wrap around his cock, and he shook his head. He was close, close enough, but he didn't want to rush to the end, chasing his release and wanting Ace to keep his steady presence and touch instead. Ace hummed,, hand settling back on his flank, eyes watching as Deuce felt the orange hat slip a little lower over his eyes, lashes fluttering as he tried to keep them open and on Ace in return.
"Cum, Deu, let go," Ace said softly, chin tilting up as he gasped when Deuce thrust back down onto him harshly. "Come on Deu, ¿te casarías conmigo? I've got you, fuck , you're so good..."
He moaned again, at the way Ace babbled and purred under him, hands squeezing into the flesh of his hip, thigh, ass, finally losing control and manhandling him a little, guiding his harsher, more desperate thrusts and grinding, hitting his prostate once, twice, a third time and Deuce came, shuddering and whining and raising his head to try and get more air, Ace's name on his lips once more as hot white spattered over Ace's chest and stomach.
Ace was still talking, could still be speaking another language for how much Deuce was actually comprehending at the moment, but he whined when Ace's cock, still hard and heavy, slipped from his body, feeling achingly empty as his partner reached up for his cowboy hat and gently pulled it from his head. It was dropped unceremoniously at Ace's side, not quite falling off the bed, but Deuce didn't have a chance to correct it one way or the other before Ace was rolling them over, depositing Deuce heavily on their bedding and pillows and looming up over him with the same hungry gaze as before, hooking his elbow under Deuce's knee and then lifting one leg up to hook over his shoulder, followed by the other, before sliding thick and hot back into him, sending sparks of sensation and the beginnings of overstimulation through Deuce's body.
"Ok?" Ace asked, leaning in to whisper, mouthing kisses up his jaw, and Deuce sighed and nodded and rocked his hips along to the gentler, though still steady pace Ace was setting, arms going around Ace to add a few more scratches to whatever he'd already left.
"W-what does it mean? Whatever you said before?" he asked, barely getting the words out before moaning as Ace's cock dragged along sensitive walls, flexing his legs like he could somehow draw Ace in closer from where he was already folding Deuce nearly in half. Ace shifted, lifting himself up a little to let Deuce relax, losing some of the depth of each thrust but centering more and more on Deuce's prostate, and he was already hard and pooling against his own stomach again.
"Dunno," Ace replied, giggling a little breathlessly, fingers smoothing over Deuce's cheek, along the line where Deuce knew his mask lay when he wore it. "Heard some guy say it to his girlfriend when we left the restaurant before running into you and the girls. She seemed pleased, guess I remembered it."
He made a note to look it up later, though he couldn't remember where his new books ended up, wasn't even entirely sure if they'd come out of the alley with them or not. He couldn't bring himself to care too much, not at the moment, hands rising to trace over Ace's chest, tweak a nipple and then shiver from the way Ace thrust into him a little harder, seeming to pulse and grow warmer inside him.
"¿Te casarías conmigo?" He echoed, stumbling over unfamiliar sounds, but Ace's eyes lidded and darkened, and he shifted Deuce's legs to wrap around his hips before swooping down to kiss Deuce hard and firm and breathless, pumping into him firmly, and Deuce groaned against his lips at the feel of his cock dragging against Ace's stomach.
He came again, hot and wet between them and taking them both by surprise, fingers clenching against Ace's shoulder and in his hair, unwilling to break the kiss and stifling sound against his lips instead, clenching down hard on Ace's cock in the process. Ace followed a moment later, a low rumble in his throat replacing a moan, grinding hard into Deuce to ride it out, hot and wet and slick, the feel of it all enough to keep Deuce shuddering a moment longer and wondering if he might cum again just from Ace, just like this.
They lingered there, pressed tight together and panting for breath, foreheads tilted against each other, and Deuce found himself carding his fingers through Ace's hair, humming when his partner's weight settled over his body, even if the action smeared his cum between their stomachs and made them stickier.
"What do you think it means?" he asked, tilting his head against Ace's when he shifted to mouth against Deuce's neck and shoulder, tasting the sweat against his skin, sighing when Deuce swallowed and hummed and started rubbing at his back.
"Something nice," Ace replied, kissing under his ear and finally rolling off Deuce to lay beside him instead, fingers tracing over Deuce's stomach despite the cooling cum. "Maybe he was asking her to move in, or to date him, or sleep with him, or stay with him forever. Could've been anything."
Deuce hummed again, considering, trying to commit the phrase to memory so he could look it up later. Instead, he reached over Ace's side to grab his hat again, tilting it over his forehead and partially over his eyes as he remained reclined, and Ace laughed, nudging it up a bit to meet his eye again. "This gonna be a thing now?"
"It was fun," Deuce replied primly, before grinning back with a hint of a leer. "Besides, your reaction was pretty nice."
"If we're talking about reactions..." Ace said, smirk sharp and eyes going dark again as he muttered something Deuce didn't catch, something that could have been another language or simple made-up muttering for all Deuce knew, but he shivered again at the rumble of the words in Ace's chest and huffed when Ace grinned victoriously and pushed himself up onto hands and knees, shifting to shoulder his way between Deuce's knees and spread his legs wide. "Now, you said something about the next round?"
Deuce blinked, wide-eyed, nodding with a sigh when Ace's breath ghosted hot against him, and moaned when a hot, lapping tongue traced over him before catching at his rim and pressing inside. Ace groaned, the sound buzzing against his skin, and he couldn't help the tensing of his thighs around Ace's ears when Ace's tongue retreated to swipe broad strokes over him, so hot and wet it was already driving him mad.
"Ace," he whined, squirming when Ace lapped into him deeper, a hand moving to wrap around his cock in slow, gentle strokes, reaching up to hold onto Ace's hat, unsure if he'd try to push Ace away or pull him closer if he reached for his hair instead. He gasped for air, keening at the way Ace lapped and thumbed over the head of his cock, spreading beading precum in a smooth, practiced gesture that had Deuce instinctively rolling his hips up into Ace's hand even as he nearly twitched at how overwhelmed he was becoming. "Ace, I can't..."
"Sure you can, love," Ace said, drawing back just enough to speak, tracing from perineum to rim and giving kitten licks that made Deuce whine. "One more time, you can, we both know you can."
He sucked gently at that, lips sealed to Deuce's body, and Deuce sobbed, his stomach coiling tighter, thighs tensing as Ace hummed against him and licked a little more pointedly, and the release was gentler but intense with overstimulation, and Deuce nearly wailed.
Ace was gentle in pulling away, warm hands rubbing over Deuce's trembling thighs and wiping saliva and cum from his body, and when Deuce calmed down enough to register Ace taking the cowboy hat away again to set it on the bedside table and wrap them both in the covers, they were both clean and he could smell mint from Ace. He reached out, and Ace curled around him and enfolded them in their blankets, laughing softly when Deuce nosed against his neck and under his chin before sighing and settling down.
"Rest. We'll find your books and go back into town later."
Deuce hummed, barely remembering why he would want the books at the moment, drowsy and loose-limbed, and didn't spare another thought for translations or languages as Ace murmured an 'I love you' as he drifted to sleep, muttering his love back against Ace's neck and relaxing completely.