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Generally speaking, Deuce was pretty quiet when it came to sex. The combination of the risk of someone overhearing when they were on a ship with a thousand other pirates, and the fact that sometimes it was all he could do to keep his breathing steady when all of Ace's attention was focused on him so completely. Sharp movements that seemed to punch the breath from his lungs, slower motions that had air hissing through his teeth, so usually the best he could manage in those moments was soft keening and the quietest cries of Ace and more and please.
This , though. This was wildly different, outside the norm for so many reasons, and Deuce currently didn't have the capability to really consider those reasons. Each exhale was accompanied by a high-pitched whine that he would have been embarrassed about if he had the mind to even process embarrassment at the moment. He couldn't seem to keep still, squirming in place, feeling the muscles in his legs tense and relax, his fingers tightening around the pen in his hand reflexively, though he hadn't made any new notes in nearly half an hour and he wasn't likely to make any more anytime soon either. His leg jerked at a soft sigh he felt against his skin more than heard, and he flinched at the barest scrape of teeth when his knee knocked against the form huddled under the desk in his office in the infirmary.
"You seem pretty twitchy," Ace's voice muttered, pulling his lips away from Deuce's cock with a lewd wet sound that only served to make him shudder again. A soft chuckle, breath ghosting over the sensitive skin where thigh met hip, Ace's ever-warm fingers wrapping around him in a too-soft grip, barely any friction between the gentle touch and the saliva coating his length, and Deuce ached for more, trying to buck up into his partner's hand in an effort for a tighter hold. He'd take anything , as long as it was more.
"Ace," he whined, and the hand slid down to suddenly squeeze mercilessly around the base. He cried out, slumping back against his chair, head tilted back as frustrated tears burned at the back of his eyes. Ace's shoulders knocked against his knees, shoving his chair back a bit until his head could poke out from under the desk, leaning his cheek against Deuce's thigh, soft hair tickling his skin. Ace was smirking deviously, eyes bright and mischievous, and Deuce knew with full certainty everything Ace was doing to drive him insane was completely intentional.
"Problem?" Ace asked, like he hadn't just been holding Deuce's cock in his mouth for the last half hour and doing almost nothing else, no movement, no pressure, nothing but Ace's thumb running a soothing circle against Deuce's calf through his trousers. The wet heat of his mouth and tongue was divine, but the lack of anything else had slowly started to get to Deuce, and now he was writhing in his chair in desperation he honestly hadn't expected when this stupid little challenge started.
So yes, problem , but he couldn't yell at Ace or even complain with the intensity he desperately wanted to because someone would hear him . The offices were all connected to the main infirmary, and while Deuce had closed the door in an unofficial meaning of 'do not disturb' before Ace had come to ruin his afternoon, the moment one of the nurses or doctors heard him whining they'd come to see what was wrong with him and he would probably die of mortification.
"Ace," he growled, watching Ace's smug little smirk widen a bit. He was gonna strangle him if he kept this up..!
"Quiet, baby," Ace whispered, ducking his head just a little to let the words ghost over Deuce's straining cock, and he barely bit back a cry. "The others will hear."
Deuce's fingers wove through dark hair, bitten-down nails scratching at Ace's scalp gently, his partner leaning into the touch eagerly. His fingers curled, intending to grasp, he was annoyed enough to either pull Ace off him entirely and kick him out of the office, or even better, yank him forward and back onto his cock, either would be fine...
Ace slipped out of his hold with a quiet little snigger, ducking out of Deuce's reach and back under the desk, running the flat of his tongue along the underside of Deuce's cock and humming appreciatively as Deuce's head dropped back again.
"You said you had important notes to make. So I'm gonna stay right here until you're finished, got it? When your shift is over we can see about doing something else," Ace said, and Deuce had never hated that stupid responsible voice he sometimes whipped out more than he did now. "Be good."
His lips wrapped around Deuce again, and the whine he released was completely instinctive and unintended. That tongue was on him again, soft little licks that did nothing to help Deuce's composure, and he dropped the pen in his hand to try reaching down for Ace again, only to have his hand batted away.
"Keep working," Ace said, words garbled around Deuce's cock in his mouth, and fuck, that shouldn't be as appealing as Deuce currently found it. Those lips closed around him, sucking on him so lightly, and it was all Deuce could do to not bang his head against the desk before him. What the hell did he do to deserve this?
Grudgingly, with shaking hands, he picked up his pen again, twitching when Ace's hands rose to nudge the opening of his trousers a little more out of the way, a finger reaching to gently massage his balls. He grit his teeth, a groan escaping his throat. Ace's jaw had to be aching after so long, but he gave no sign of discomfort, breathing through his nose as he adjusted a little, and Deuce could feel the head of his cock slide a little further to the back of his throat.
"You suck," Deuce grumbled, trying to focus on the notes in the file in front of him, making an adjustment that in all likelihood was inaccurate and would need to be changed back later. Ace giggled around him, the little shit, and he was left grasping the edge of the desk in a white-knuckled grip from the feeling.
There was a knock at the door, and Deuce froze in wide-eyed horror. Ace paused, drawing back just a little, nose no longer pressed to Deuce's skin and holding him perfectly still in his mouth again, anticipation tensing his shoulders between Deuce's knees. Deuce could hear the door knob rattling a little as it turned, and his grip tightened around the pen in his hand. He could try to shove Ace off him, could try to scramble and fasten his trousers again, but that would almost certainly cause a noticeable racket, and he just knew Ace would be less than subtle and complaining all the while.
"Hey, Baby Doc!" Ginnie called brightly, using the nurses' favorite name for him as she opened the door but thankfully didn't come any further into the room. Deuce was sure he was sitting ramrod straight and rigid, but if the youngest of the nurses could tell she didn't comment. Why'd it have to be her? If she realized what was happening in Deuce's office he'd be skinned by all of the nurses and Marco for defiling their littlest nurse. "Your shift's over! Em was worried you'd gotten lost in your notes and lost track of time again."
"A-ah, thanks Gin," Deuce stammered out, ducking his head and adjusting his hand, hoping the illusion of dutifully working on patient files would be enough to get her out of the room. "I-I'll be done soon."
"Okay!" she said. "Oh, and have you seen Commander Ace recently? Saber was looking for him a little while ago. We thought he came to see you earlier, but he must have snuck past us, we all know he can't keep quiet for so long without being asleep."
Something creaked, and he was sure she was leaning around the doorframe to peek at the couch in the corner where Ace and Kotatsu could often be found napping, when they weren't causing mayhem on deck.
"Haven't seen him," Deuce choked out, because Ace was running the tip of his tongue just under the head of his cock and he was about ten seconds from crying out from sheer fucking desperation.
"No worries, I'm sure Saber will find him soon. Don't stay too late, Deuce!" she called again, leaving the office and closing the door securely behind her, leaving both medic and commander in silence.
"I'm gonna kill you," Deuce hissed through his teeth, and he barely got his hand over his mouth in time to muffle the yelp that escaped when Ace descended down his cock again, swallowing him down, the change from simply holding Deuce in his mouth to actively sucking him off leaving Deuce breathless and dizzy. Ace hummed, choking on Deuce when he jerked his hips forward a little, hands curling almost too tight around the backs of his knees.
He threw the pen down again, reaching under the desk to bury his fingers in Ace's hair, and Ace's pace increased a little, bobbing a little more intently, a little more focused, until Deuce was writhing again under his mouth and hands, so close he could cry, head thrown back against his chair and biting on his lip in a desperate, perhaps hopeless bid to keep the sounds he was making quiet enough to pass unnoticed. Ace's tongue dipped just so , flicked a few times, and Deuce gasped, heat rushing through him, a sweet, almost too strong release after so long on edge...
He woke up with a start, jolting upright in his chair, only to find himself not in his office in the infirmary but in the Second Division Commander's cabin that he shared with Ace, at the desk they shared for paperwork and notes and journal writing. There was no sign of Ace in the room, no indication at all he'd been there recently, only Deuce's open journal and pen in front of him, and the remembrance that he'd taken an early dinner after his shift that afternoon and come back to get some writing done while he had some peace and quiet.
Shit, he thought, slumping back and frowning deeply as he tried to wipe an embarrassing smear of drool off his journal. That had been...unexpected. Wildly hot. He'd never once entertained the idea of Ace doing something like that to him in his office of all places, had no idea where the thought could have come from to so thoroughly take over his dreams like that, but he was disappointed now that it wasn't real. He could still feel the wet warmth of Ace's mouth around him, his cock resting against Ace's tongue, and he wasn't terribly surprised to feel himself hardening again, twitching briefly in interest...
Chattering was audible from the hall, dinner probably over given the time, the sounds of doors opening and closing as commanders not on duty retired to their rooms for the evening. Deuce tried to remember if Ace was on watch that night, if he'd have to take care of himself for the night and simply hunt his partner down sometime tomorrow instead, it wasn't ideal but he wasn't going to drag Ace from his responsibilities to the crew no matter how completely fucking desperate he was...
The door swung open a little more aggressively than necessary, Ace's heavy footsteps announcing his arrival before the door slammed shut behind him.
"Hey Deu!" he said brightly, kicking his boots off at the door and padding a little more quietly to lean over Deuce, arms around his shoulders and pressing them cheek to cheek as Deuce shut his journal and nuzzled into the affectionate greeting. "You get a lot of writing done?"
"Not exactly," Deuce muttered, turning in his chair to face his partner a little more, reaching up to pull Ace's head down a little further and kiss him firmly, lapping at his lower lip until Ace's mouth opened in a soft gasp. He could taste the lingering hint of chocolate from whatever Thatch had served as dessert, and when he rose to his feet Ace shifted with his movement, arms tightening around his neck and sighing when he deepened the kiss a little more and started walking them back toward their bed.
The sounds of cabin doors opening and closing to the rooms around theirs continued, and Deuce carefully pushed Ace down onto their bed, kneeling between his knees and setting to work, opening up his belt and shorts, licking his lips when Ace's erection was free. Ace's eyes were on him, watchful and bright and entirely interested, and Deuce smiled as he leaned over him. Why recreate a dream when he could reverse their roles, taste the weight of Ace's cock on his tongue and drive him to the same desperation before letting him do as he liked. That sounded even better than the dream had been anyway
"Think you can keep quiet? The others might hear."