You barely even had to look at Sabo when you arrived home and he said something about needing to run errands, grabbing Luffy by the collar and telling him he was going to help.

"We'll be a couple hours." He said with an apologetic tone, even as Ace's face turned a deeper red.

You weren't sure how grateful you were for Sabo's understanding, but you didn't want to dwell on it and miss your opportunity. Your fingers were laced through Ace's and, with your heart pounding in your ears, you led him to the door of your room.

"I..." Your throat dries instantly as you try to talk, the heat in your face so warm you were sure you were catching fire in places.

Ace brushes his hand over your hair, flinging aside white flames with a soft expression. "Are you sure?"

You struggle to keep your eyes on his face, but you nod. "I am."

"I can wait." There's a smile on his face, pink in his cheeks, and a flicker of desire in his eyes.

"I... can too, but..." You say softly, reaching out to him, putting a hand against his chest. "I have no idea what tomorrow will bring. I don't know how my parents will react, I don't know what kind of impact it'll have. After everything," your gaze shifts up to meet his. "I know I want this."

Fire rolls up Ace, and he puts his hand on your shoulders. "Would it... can we do this in my room?"

You tilt your head, but then press your lips together, trying to suppress a laugh. "Fire proofed?"

"Fire proofed."

Nervous giggles and fluttering hearts make your steps light as Ace leads you to his room. The heat and tension mixed with a levity you cherish as much as his warmth, woven between your fingers.

Leaning against his door he pulls you close, pressing your chest against his with one arm, leaning down and kissing you. The smile on his lips breaks the soft kiss, and you lean up onto your tiptoes to kiss him back, causing his fingers to flex against your back.

Your fingers curl around his collar, holding onto him even as you pull yourself up, parting your lips and letting his tongue in. The heat rising between you is tempered by the soft smacking from Ace's other hand as he fumbles to find the handle to his own door, a smile breaking across his lips when he finds it. Dipping low enough to turn the knob he bumps the door open as his arms wrap around you and lift you up.

Your legs are wrapped around his hips by the time the door closes, leaving you two in the dark room, and your attention on his lips. Ace's fingers flex against your thighs as your fingers slip into his hair, the soft hum that bubbles up his chest shivers against you.

He sets you on the bed, the soft groan of springs as he stands up straight enough to pull his shirt off.

The act itself was almost too much. The dark of the room wasn't absolute, your eyes adjusted to the diffused moonlight from outside, and the soft glow of the clock by his bed. The meager illumination was smeared against the lines of his muscles as his body moved.

Tossing the shirt aside, Ace grins down at you as your fingers press against his abs.

"You think you'd be used to seeing me shirtless." He muses, and you feel the blood rush to your face.

"It's... a little different right now." Clearing your throat you pull your hand back but Ace grabs it. You could pull away if you wanted, but he brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles, before turning it aside and pressing a kiss inside the palm of your hand.

The shivered gasp that slips from your lips makes him smile before he presses another kiss against your wrist. Your toes curl as the errant pleasure slips down your arm. Somehow you felt like you were losing some unspoken battle, but when the next kiss was further down the inside of your arm all you could do was grip the bedding with your free hand and sigh.

"It's... ahhmmm..." You squirm as he pulls your arm straighter before pressing a kiss into the crook of your elbow. You squirm harder, the oddly pleasant feeling skittering down your arm and into your chest. "A-a-a-a-ce..." You hiss the last two letters as he sucks on the tender flesh gently, the interesting sensation causing you to grab his hair and tug, getting him to pull away.

There's a question in his eyes that becomes a smile on his lips.

"Too much?"

The nervous laugh that escapes you is filled with an odd sense of relief when you pull your arm back and bend it a few times. "I don't know. It wasn't bad, but it was weird."

Ace leans forward, kissing your cheek before trailing his kisses to your ear. "I promise everything else will feel even better." Your whimper turns into a soft sigh as he nips at your earlobe, kisses slipping down your neck. "Relax," he hums, tugging your shirt up slowly.

His gaze finds yours as he shifts to help you out of your shirt. Ace pauses for a moment, kissing the tip of your nose before leaning back.

"You can tell me to stop whenever, mi luz," he assures you, tossing your shirt aside and leaning back down. Kissing your forehead, he puts his hands on your shoulders, letting you keep your hands crossed over your chest. "I'll understand."

"I trust you," you say softly, looking up enough that Ace gives you a soft kiss on your lips. "I've never, I mean, academically I know, but um."

Ace caresses your face. "You're not a caged little bird anymore," he says, kneeling between your legs, his hands against your back. "They say it feels like flying, but you'll have to let me know if it compares afterward."

He tugs at your pants. "Stand up, darlin'."

Ace leans back a little as you stand, and you put your hands over your face when you realize what he's at eye level with. He steadies you, one leg, and then the other and gets your pants out of the way. When your thigh presses against his face for balance you're worried for a split second that you're just going to pass out.

Hot hands hold onto your lower back as Ace kisses you just above the band of your panties. Letting out a shaky breath, you put a hand on top of his head, and one over your mouth as he moves and presses another kiss into your skin. His fingers curl around the band and he begins to tug.

Both your hands are in his hair.

"Ace, Ace, Ace," you gasp his name, unsure of what you mean to say, but the impending action is scrambling your mind.

"Need me to stop?" You can feel him look up from your hands in his hair and you shake your head. He kisses your stomach again, tugging your panties a little lower. "Hang in there," he teases, dragging them down further slowly. There's barely anything left for them to cover at this point, the fabric slipping down the curve of your ass.

You want to chastise him for teasing you like this, but the anticipation has your entire body heated.

The next kiss causes you to suck in a breath, legs and body tensing and Ace pulls your underwear down far enough to expose everything. He presses his face into your thigh again, working the panties down one leg and then the other with far more speed than just a moment ago.

Ace grins when you have a hand over your crotch. From the sound of your breathing and the shivering hand still in his hair, he figures it's more to do with being able to continuing standing, than you not wanting him to do more. Leaning forward he kisses the back of your hand, making you shiver.

"Go on and sit, pajarito." He offers, hands on your legs as you sit down on the edge of the bed. "Lay back for me."

Laying back, you try to relax as Ace spreads your legs open gently. Kisses against the insides of your thighs pull soft moans from you, making you squirm a little. His hold on your legs was firm, but not painful, and when his hands shifted, pressing against your thighs, you reached down, slipping your fingers between his. Holding his hands as the two of you held your legs open.

"It might feel weird," he forewarns, his breath hot against your folds, voice lost into your skin. "But it'll feel really good."

You nod, fingers tightening against his.

The feel of Ace's tongue pushing past your lips makes you gasp, back arching, and before you can catch your breath, it's pressed flat and wide. He licks up, parting your labia with his tongue since you're holding onto his hands. Your toes and feet curl and flex as his tongue rubs against your clit. It takes a few desperate gasps for you to get your breathing under control, and you can see flickers of light as white flames roll off your skin.

"Gods!" You cry out, hips lifting off the bed for a second as his lips wrap around your clit. It's a rushed sensation, strange and wet and relentless.

Something in you aches for the pleasure, for the intimacy of it. Your fingers are in his hair again, unsure if you need to pull him in, or pull him up, but for now you just hold on, grounding yourself in the mess of hair. Ace wastes no time using his hands, moving them up your thighs and spreading you open with his thumbs. He leans in deeper, moaning into you, the vibrations short circuiting you for a second.

"It's - something - it's, buh-building, Ace, Ace!" There's panic in your voice, you trust him, but you've never done this before. You've never been healthy enough for something so intense. The few times you tried for yourself you were exhausted before it ever reached this point.

"Don't fight it," Ace murmurs soothingly. "It's okay, I'm here."

"Please, it's - I don't kn-know what's guh-gonna happ— Happen! Don't stop!" You gasp. The pleasure is intense, but it feels like you're chasing after something and you want to know.

Your gasping moans are broken up only when you exalt Ace's name and cry out to the gods, though it's only another minute before your body tenses. The pleasure snaps up from between your thighs and jolts through your body. It's a surge, a rush, and a jolt all in one, and it chases the air out of your lungs. For a second it's terrifying, overwhelming and uncontrollable, but the fear is just for a split second and the pleasure soaks into you quickly.

The heat of Ace's fingers on your legs, the sweet pleasure of his lips against your spasming clit, are grounding as you twitch and shiver, drawing in heavy breaths and sinking into the bedding. Ace slows down, a few licks pulling broken sighs from you before he kisses just above your mound.

You twitch and sigh from the soft kiss, the action shifting into something warm and relaxing as he works his way up your stomach. His kisses travel between your breasts, his teeth tugging at your bra even though he leaves it in place, until he's pressing soft kisses against your lips, body caged over yours. There's barely any of you left on his lips, but the scent is something you understand.

"It felt really good." You murmur, Ace smiling in response before he kisses you again.

"More?" He kisses your cheek, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "We can stop here."

"More," you reply, fingers trailing over his skin. "I'm... it all feels kind of fuzzy, but I'm not tired."

"Fuzzy's good." His teeth drag against your skin before he pulls a bra strap aside and kisses the skin it was covering.

Your hands are on his shoulders as he slowly pulls the strap down, his kisses moving closer to the curve of your breast. You can feel his eyes on you, even if it's hard to focus with his other hand moving between your thighs.

Pulling the bra aside entirely he licks your nipple and slips a rough finger over your clit at the same time, making you hiss in a breath again. You shiver beneath him, as he looms over you. His gaze on you is impossible to miss now, dark eyes watching everything that crosses your face.

Slowly the wet finger presses in, and sinks inside you. Your hands tightening on his shoulders, your legs open wider without his help or command, heat rushing up to your face. The sure look on Ace's face is both comforting and flustering, and you were finally able to look away when he pulled his finger out before pushing it back in.

"Hang in there," he murmurs, leaning down and kissing against your neck as he fucks you with his finger. The wet sound seems too loud to your ears, but a tug at your bra redirects you a little.

Ace is kissing and licking your nipple while his finger keeps working inside you. It feels good and you can feel it more clearly when he's teasing your breasts. Moving over to your other breast he pauses for a moment, watching you as he eases a second finger inside you. You can feel the stretch, a brief, fleeting sting, but you're so wet and lost in the attention you don't even hiss against it.

"Good girl," the words are so quiet you're not sure you heard him correctly, but his tongue against your skin again shatters any words you could think to say. Your fingers are leaving red marks on his skin, but Ace could care less. You could be scratching him bloody and he wouldn't miss a beat right now.

He knew he cared, knew he was falling in love... maybe even knew he was already there, but the sounds you made. The way you tasted. How you looked at him. It was addicting. Beautiful and fleeting, he wanted the moments to last forever.

The way flames shivered off your skin. The small sparks that danced in the air from the heat in your breath. The soft sting - pain, but not painful - of your desperate sparks overwhelming what he thought was his immunity to fire. Being consumed by you was alluring, to be the one consumed instead of the one who seemed to do nothing but consume.

But he couldn't succumb to your flames.

Leaving you alone like that would be unforgivable.

Straightening up, Ace pulls his fingers from you. The sweet build up of pleasure has you hazy all over all again, but you look up as he's undoing his belt.

"Can you sit up, love?" He questions softly, and you nod.

As you sit up, he pulls his boxers down, freeing his fully erect cock. For a moment you think you're going to get a crash course in oral, but he pulls a condom from his dresser. Ace sits down next to you, putting the rubber on and urging you to move. With a smile and a few muttered instructions, he's guiding you until you're straddling his lap.

Hot hands on your back again, keeping you steady in his lap, slip down to your hips.

"You took my hat." He hums, voice soft against your skin.

You flinch at the words, your face heating up, but now you knew why you were like this. "Takin' the hat means you have to ride the cowboy." You can feel his cock twitch against your leg.

"It's better this way." He says, helping to line you up. "Take it slow. It shouldn't hurt, if it does ease up and then sink down slower, 'kay?"

Nodding you put your hands on his shoulders again. You were pretty much face to face with him like this, and if not for the relative dark of the room you might have lost your nerve to embarrassment.

The tip of his cock eases into you and you hide your face in the crook of his neck, whimpering into his shoulder. Your arms wrap around him like he's a lifesaver as you sink a little lower.

The physical pleasure is almost nothing compared to how emotional it feels. You can barely hold onto your thoughts, but just being so tangled together with him is a rush.

"Can you lean back for me, (Y/N)?" His voice is barely a whisper, and the sound of your name pulls you from your haze enough that you manage to do as he asks. "Thank you, I really wanted to see your face." He explains, kissing you as he helps to guide you again.

"Embarrassing," you whimper, holding onto his shoulders, almost pushing against him so you don't lean too far forward. "It's embarrassing, to... to be watched." Your words slipped into a moan as you took in more of Ace. Breathing out you sunk lower, eyes on his lips, watching his tongue slip over them before he gnawed the bottom one a little.

"You're so beautiful."

You whimper, looking up, catching his gaze and nearly crying. "I don't... know what to say," you gasp, shivering as the last bit of his cock pushes in and fills you up. You're on the verge of crying, but aren't sure why.

"I love you," you practically sob, and Ace leans forward, kissing the tears that slip down your cheeks. "I love you." Leaning forward you cling onto him, your declarations still falling from your lips.

"I love you too," he turns his head enough to kiss the side of yours and grips your hips with his hands. "Mi luz, tell me if we gotta stop, okay?"

You nod. "I will, I will, but please, Ace, please don't stop." You kiss his neck as he shifts your hips, moaning into his skin from the pleasure of him so deep inside you.

"I won't, I got you, it's okay."

Your body trembles with each movement, it takes a few minutes for you to calm down enough to lean back again. Ace has you put your hands on his knees, leaning back so he can keep helping you ride him and kiss your breasts.

He has one hand at the small of your back, when you've settled into a rhythm on your own, using your hands on his knees to give you better leverage. It's enough to support you on its own and the thumb of his free hand presses against your clit, shattering your movement as you tense and suck in a surprised rush of pleasure.

"Don't fight it," he murmurs, lips against your breast still as you shakily begin to move again. "I got you."

You nod, chasing your high you can't even think of what to say. Pleasure is already soaking into your thighs. You can feel a kind of tightness coiling with every movement. His finger against your clit, his lips on your skin, his cock throbbing inside you, everything was driving you closer and closer. The sweat on your skin is a new sensation, the deep exertion in your muscles aches, but it also adds to the building pleasure.

The pleasure starts to crest and you reach out, grabbing onto Ace, and leaning against him as he moves to meet you, holding you against his chest. He lets you grind into him, thrusting his hips up and pushing you over the edge until you're cumming against his cock. Your fingers shiver against his skin as your entire body trembles. The sweet sounds that escape you only do for a second, before Ace is devouring them and your lips.

His hands on your thighs he pushes your high for as long as he can, his pace stuttering after a minute. His fingers flex roughly against your thighs, pushing you down and thrusting up into you deeply until you can feel him twitching inside you.

Between trying to catch your breath, you're both still kissing one another. The fevered kisses and rough heat between you dies down into satisfied giggles.

Ace kisses the tip of your nose before leaning back. He takes you with him, making you squeak as he lands on the mattress and steadies you against his chest. The added sensation of him slipping out of you makes you gasp and he grins.

After a moment you've caught your breath, head resting against his chest as his fingers sweep idly down your back. "That..." your mind thinks through several words to describe it, but everything either falls short or feels painfully embarrassing to say. "Can we do that again?"

"Eh? Like... now? Or in general?"

"Yes." You answer shortly and Ace covers his mouth, though it doesn't stifle the laugh.

"Whenever you want, pajarito." He muses, hand pressing into your back and keeping you pressed against his chest. "But not tonight. If you need days to recover after your first time with me, Sabo might actually kill me."

"He wouldn't," you say it with laughter in your tone, but you could clearly picture the look Sabo would give you both. You had lots to do, and if it was delayed because of sex... well, your brother might truly get irritated.

"Let's just see how you're feeling tomorrow." He insists, kissing the top of your head. "This might be enough to have you sore tomorrow, but it is also a good way to build up your stamina."

Ace combs his fingers through your hair for a few moments. You can feel, and hear, his heart beating in his chest. Calm. Steady. Soothing. You could easily drift off like this and sleep the whole night, but you were going to need a shower before that.

He was apparently on the same page.

"I'll get you cleaned up soon. I just want to lay here for a little longer." Ace murmurs softly, fingers brushing down your back again.