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The sea lapped against sandy shores, sweet and calm just like the moon reflecting off of its surface. While this ocean might be at rest, the Moby Dicks crew parties in full force, as if sleep doesn’t exist.
However, as his brothers dance on the deck, Thatch is in the kitchens frozen stocks room, rummaging around in ice filled crates of raw fish. Usually thatch is the life of the party, but the life of the chef can’t just stop when he wants to drain a keg or two, he’s a man on a mission. A man looking for some way of preserving this fish before it grows bacteria.
Thatch pulls out a large salmon from the crate, inspecting it. Typically salmon is easily consumed raw when frozen at the correct temperature for about 3 weeks to kill any deadly bacteria in the fish. These beauties were given to them by this island’s inhabitants, said to have been caught about three days ago and stored in this crate for easy trade.
That is precisely where Thatch’s conundrum lies. A happy layer of ice kept the fish safe for onshore shopping and storage, sure, but put these on a ship and the ice will melt throughout the crate, leaving the salmon warm and uncoated. Perfect environment for growths. He places the fish on the edge of his cutting board and starting from the head, cuts a diagonal line along the vertebral column down to the tail.
One fillet done, it’s placed to the side as Thatch flips the fish and does the same thing to the other side. Luckily he has a crew full of hungry men who simply can’t get enough of their chefs delectable dishes.
Importance of self-love, everyone, makes your food palate more enhanced. Ha!
The cook falls into a rhythm. Fillet, discard, debone, remove skin, cut into smaller pieces and finally place them into a bowl to be seasoned later.
He falls so deep into his own mind that a creak of floorboards behind him almost cause the knife to launch out of his hands when he twirls to see.. Ace nervously holding his hands up at the entrance to the kitchen.
“Catch you at a bad time then?” Thatch lowers his knife and the two men chuckle.
“No, sorry I was just lost in thought.”
“Is that so. Hm, you want some help getting out of it?” Ace hums, making his way to Thatch’s side. Gentle pecks of warm lips are placed on the brown haired man’s shoulder and Thatch sighs, placing his hand on Aces cheek. “Acting so good already, did the party really bore you out that bad.”
He leans into Thatch’s hand, “Maybe. Or maybe I just came for you.” One kitten lick to Thatch’s thumb, “I haven’t seen that cute smile in so long.” A long stripe slides across the index finger.
Thatch rolls his eyes, his smile, really. “Firefly, you know if you’re hungry you just have to ask. I’m more than happy to provide.” His thumb enters Aces mouth and presses on his tongue, forcing his teeth to remain open. A smirk plays on his lips as he reaches for the bowl. “Luckily, you don’t need to wait for this order.”
The finger pressing on his tongue leaves, instead capturing Aces jaw, pulling it open. “Make sure you chew slow.”
Salty, that is the only thing Ace thinks as the sides of his tongue curl around the new intrusion, both the fish and Thatch’s finger. Sweat from working away over a countertop when all the others were up drinking away the night, it was that dedication that always brought him back to the man. That and the limitless food of course.
Night grew ever deeper as the pair grew closer. After each sliver was eaten a kiss was given to the freckled mans moistened lips, slicked with drool.
“By the seas, I don’t think I’ll ever tire of kissing you.”
Thatch reaches behind Aces thighs to lift him onto the counter, stepping between his seated legs. Tender fingers thread through brown hair and Aces nose slides across Thatch’s cheek before bumping his ear, voice low against his masseter. “I wouldn’t let you get tired of it. You’re too much fun when you get your mouth on something.” He licks the ears tragus.
“It’s adorable, really.” Thatch shivers at his warm touch, he’s so lucky to have found this man, their lips meet once more and he samples each corner of that mouth, very lucky indeed. Each tangy flavor that reaches Thatch’s tongue reminded him of his forgotten problem, even as the heat of his lovers body surrounds him like a furnace… like a smoker.
Saliva drips between the two as a gasp slips out of Thatch, “Ace, I just had an idea and I need you to promise you won’t hit me.”
“If it’s scat then no promises.”
“Don’t worry no-“ black eyes drift to the bowl of raw fish and he takes a step back, though still gripping Aces hip, “But it does involve your hole needing to be extra clean.”
Aces face scrunched up, “What could possibly-“ “I want to use your devil fruit to make salmon jerky.”
The freckled man tries to respond but more words stumble out as if he needs to explain, “Ive been trying to think of ways to cook this fish without making the same dishes over and over, jerky not only makes a great snack when off on a mission but it also can be kept for longer periods-“ “Thatch.”- “and in less specific conditions without spoiling compared to other forms of preservation.” “Thatch”- Always wanted to try it but with this being a wooden ship and all the necessary equipment can’t be put in-“
“Thatch!” Hands slap his cheeks, forcing Thatch to look Ace in the eyes. “Breathe.”
A deep sigh leaves the chefs lungs as his head drifts down to rest in the crook of Aces neck.
“I don’t exactly want the whole crew eating something made in my ass.”
“It wouldn’t! This is just an experiment, for us..” Thatch’s beard tickles at a collarbone and Sce laughed. “So my smoking hot bod would be used as an appliance for your secret wicked whims, huh?”
Thatch groans, “You already make a wonderful toy, what’s one more use for you.” His sentiment is punctuated with a permeating slap to the ass echoing through the kitchen, Ace yelps.
“You horn dog. I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.”
Air gets caught in Thatch’s throat and he looks up at Ace, “Really?”
“Really.”
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In Aces opinion, Thatch seems a bit too excited to fill his hole with salmon, but then again, Ace is eager to be filled. Watching him giddily prepare the countertop for Aces comfort was also strangely comforting. He’s so lucky that he gets it all for his greedy self.
“Alright, on your elbows, let me inspect my new working station.” Ace does what he is told, as soon as his knees settle against the wood, he is quickly manhandled. Strong hands pull apart his cheeks, the chuckle he hears behind him makes a warm thrill travel up his spine. “Prepped yourself already? Were you opening yourself up on the deck before coming down to see me, naughty boy.. I can just imagine you tucked away from the rest of the crew, cradling a mug of booze with one hand while the other plunges fingers into your hole. Keeping your whore moans in check when someone comes up to chat.”
Three fingers roughly enter Ace, curling against his walls as the suction unleashes, “Did anyone help you? Did you get sloppy and let someone catch on to what you were doing? I bet it was Marco, hes such a good first mate, so observant of his brothers, he couldn’t stop himself from plugging this up. Helping out.”
Aces knees dig into the counter as he pushes back against Thatch. “No, only you. I went to the storage room on my way down- ugh- Marco. Marco was looking for me after I left, I could hear him, but I wanted you to much.” The chef quickly brings another slap down on Aces ass, the way he knows ace loves, his thoughts are all but confirmed when the latter looks back at him with nothing short of passion in his deep pupils.
“Avoiding your superior commander like that is deserving of punishment. Poor birdy.. left blue balled in the hallway because some cumdump couldn’t make a stop for a simple blowjob.”
He could die, he could die right here and Thatch’s irritating voice, his frustrating fingers barely poking where Ace needs them to, all of these things would be the death of him. Wouldn’t that be a headline. Firefist Ace found face down ass up on Whitebeards ship, supposed cause of death: edging.
“Thatch.. come on. More.” His begging is cut short with more spankings, “Shut it. Don’t act like you aren’t sopping right now.”
Thatch’s hand stabilizes him as he leans over Ace, sticking the fourth finger in. “I won’t even need extra lube for this, your messy little cock already soaked everything.”
It was always mesmerizing, watching his hand disappear into his nakama til only the thumb remains, he swallows, hard.
“Need’ta fist you for this, both hands so you can’t clench around the fillets. Better smoke ventilation too..”
Ace almost feels his legs give out at the words, two fists opening him up. Stretching him so far he’d be ruined for days, just a gapping hole, nothing but Thatch’s appliance. Thatch’s object, nothing other than an old thing for his lover to use. Moans fall out of him when suddenly the fifth finger slips in his rim.
“Good boy, you take me so well.”
“Shut up.”
“Why would I when you clench so cutely around me every time I speak?”
Hnn
“Just what I thought..” The fist pumps forward, “can’t say a damn word.”
It slicks in, then out, then in and out and Aces eyes lull up. His entire body rocks with the fist, meeting it each time the knuckles reach his entrance before pushing back home. Of course, it wasn’t long before he was loose enough that Thatch deemed him good enough for the sixth finger.
Then the seventh,
The eighth,
Ninth,
Ruined, that’s how Ace feels. The pressure on his bladder threatens to over flow. He can’t keep the whines from spilling out anymore and Thatch can’t believe his eyes. Two entire fists maneuver their way through his fire flies insides, squelching through the entire trip. He might start crying at the beauty of this man, the utter trust from someone who he knows is so deterring to any form of comfort.
“Oh, Ace… such a good boy. I think it’s about time get the real work done… don’t you.” He only hears a muffled whimper as an answer before it turns into a full whine when Thatch removes his hands. Thatch spreads his cheeks one more time, it’s wide enough he can peer right in. He needs to get started before he creams his pants.
That whole bottle of vegetable oil in the cabinet was used for the best possible cause… lubing up his toy.. Thatch would salute it if that wasn’t crazy sounding.
One seasoned fillet is stuffed into Ace, they both lick their lips as Thatch lines more in a neat patch inside.
“Alright. Now try to heat yourself without actually setting ablaze, can you do that? We don’t want it to fry.”
Ace gulps for air, “I can.. I can.” Wet hands keep him from wiggling his hips- safe- solid hands.
“Good boy. My good boy. Start cooking, fireheart.” The flesh beneath his hands heats up significantly and smoke bellows out of Ace. He can’t help but watch in fascination. It’s actually working. Thatch moves in front of Ace so he doesn’t pass out from smoke inhalation- or from too much blood going downstairs.
Just looking at him, Ace is the closest thing to perfection that Thatch has ever seen, ancient paintings don’t even scratch the surface of being real art. But Ace, Ace hasn’t ever had to try a day in his life. He would keep marveling at his masterpiece but a small pressure at his pant zipper has Thatch startled.
Ace rubs his nose into Thatch’s, admittedly, embarrassingly enraged hard on. The man didnt even realize he was leering over Ace until those lips didn’t even have to strain to kiss the bulge. “Do you need something to do, honey? I’m sorry. It completely slipped my mind.” Hands feverishly fumble to undo his pants, not even pulling them down as he pulls the band of his underwear underneath his dick.
Grasping Aces hair so he stays still, Thatch directs his cock into the drooling mouth, “Eat it all. Fuck- so good- Mind the teeth.”
Not even a minute later Ace is huffing Thatch’s pubic hair like his happy trail is the best candle in the world. Tears trickle down one eye and he feels the tale tell sign of snot threatening to join.
“Fire fly… so pretty when you’re hungry.” Thatch’s throat clicks when Ace groans around him, “My my, little brat. Just keep breathing, misbehaving like that and I’ll have to ruin your throat too.. mmnh. You tightened at that. Getting both holes rubbed raw excites you? Maybe I should get Marco.. he deserves a treat after how bad you were to him earlier, no?” The hand in Aces scalp scratchs his head, not reassuringly but not without that loving caress Ace craved.
“Let him use you and have our little snack at the same time- oh- shit, ok. Ok, I’ll stop talking now, your moans are going to make me cum t before the show is over.” And there it was. Time mixed together as Ace languishingly rolled his tongue around the pulsing member. Tears were falling from both ducts now, but only to be soaked into the hair against his cheeks. Control over his devil fruit became easier, one would think the opposite, but it was like even his flames melted away with the tension in his body.
Ace could simply. Be.
Be his flames, be a good boy, Thatch’s favorite cock warmer. He could fall asleep here.
-
“Aceeee~”
The aforementioned Ace opens his eyes, looking up at Thatch, cock still in his mouth but also something more. Thatch came just from the warming. He would laugh if it wasn’t so arousing, so instead, Ace swallowed the cooled off load.
“You wake up and you’re immediately back to work. Baby, how did I ever score such a perfect boy like you.” Thatch whines from over stimulation as he removes the still rock solid cock from its humble abode. “You’ve been asleep but I’ve been watching your body work magic to keep that heat going. It should be done by now, if you’re full on cum then I’d recommend moving onto the main course.”
He can only groan. His jaw is so tired. How did he fall asleep like that…
Behind him, Thatch’s chef mode activates and he sets aside the plate of jerky before carefully laying Ace on his side. “I’m sure you’re aching dear, I’m sorry. But I will say, you looked absolutely ravishing on your knees like that.” Multiple pecks are placed on Aces sweaty brow, “Here, eat up. The fruit of your labor has arrived.”
Both men grab a piece of salmon off the plate and begin to sample the dish.
“Holy shit my ass tastes amazing!” Thatch can’t stop from bursting out in laughter, “I could have told you that!”
The two giggle and continue eating.
“You know, we should make this again. Maybe some chili flakes for some added kick.”
“I’ll only agree if we’re in bed and I have lots of pillows under my knees.”
“Of course my sweet.”
“And you cum in me when I’m awake next time.”
“Yes sir.”
“And I want Marco to watch.”
“No touching?”
“Nope, he was making fun of me at the party, that’s why I came to find you.”
“Well then of course, fireheart, I’ll grab all the seastone on the ship and tie him up so he doesn’t move an inch to touch you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
As the sun comes up and illuminates the kitchen, the two share a jerky flavored kiss, un aware of a certain poor early bird crew-mate, who came to grab some morning cereal. And heard the entire exchange.
Seastone his ass, they’ll have to try harder to get him to cuck like that, no matter what the outrageous dark spot on his pants might suggest.