"That seems easy enough to arrange," Smoker grunted in between more bites and sucks to Ace's neck, as though he was determined to leave it black and blue to contrast the red beads. "Not walking more than the bed, but I think I saw a decent place along the way. Down by the wharf." Another grunt and Smoker just hissed out a dark and throaty growl as he rolled against the younger man again. Ace's sounds in response alone were enough to drive him mad.

Logia healing or not, he did indeed have every intention of fucking Ace beyond the point of walking. It was just shaping into that kind of night. All his plans for pirate hunting were tossed out the window. He found a different prey, caught him easily, and now he was going to make the most of it and reap the benefits.

"Any other pirate crews in town I should be aware of?" Having caught his unintended prey or not, he couldn't really shake the workaholic conscience that whispered business before pleasure.