[ For a Devil to want to bite. His shirt slides off, leaving him in his usual vest for warmth, before his hands drop to his waist to begin to tug off his belt, the buckle loose and the leather sliding out of the loops. He's not going out of his way to appear more or less sexy than he would normally, but he's well aware that Angel likes to look at him - the shape of his body, his muscles.
It makes his cock stir, wanting. ]
I wonder if it would count. Teeth. If you were careful with your lips...
[ Too risky to actually do, but a tempting thought. ]
( The top button of his own shirt goes, then the next, and the one after that. He's not built like Aki, but there's no shyness in how he moves. The man is here, so he wants him. It makes things simple.
So too is the way he only unbuttons enough to pull the fabric over his head. It too meets the blazers fate, abandoned somewhere. )
[ It's not as if Aki minds a little violence in his sex. He likes it when it hurts a little, when there's an edge, something harsh and a touch too far at times. It makes him feel alive, helps get his mind off all the other shit going on, so it means he can focus on something good rather than something bad.
It's unhealthy, but so is everything else he does.
Leaning against the chair, trousers hanging low on his hips, he watches Angel, eyes dark. ]
( It's breathless in a new way, not the usual insouciant tilt to his sighs, more pitched and pointed. His tongue darts out to wet dry lips, feet shifting to toe off his socks. His eyes slip from throat to chest to stomach, to the dark hair above a waistband. Suddenly he's starved for something he didn't know he could be hungry for.
Suddenly he wants more. )
There's a lot of places to mark. I have sharp teeth.
I don't know if I can trust you to be careful, looking like that.
[ Like he wants to eat him.
Aki finally pushes his trousers down, careful of his half-hard dick, toeing his socks off at the same time. All the clothes join the bundle of fabric that he's been placing on the chair. It leaves him in his vest and boxers, finally walking over to sit on the opposite bed, lounging a little as he stares at Angel.
( He'd told Aki that he couldn't, a few weeks ago. That it was unfair to ask that of him. Now though, with bare skin and the thought of something, his brain seems eager to work.
He rises in opposites to Aki sitting, belt yanked and sent sailing, his wings quivering to betray his own nerves. His halo glows in the dim motel light, casting shadow as he bends to slip out of his slacks, stood on one bare foot for a minute. He huffs, tips his head birdlike to look at him again. )
You're really hard.
( Angel is too. He's also pink with delight at causing it. )
[ Watching Angel undress is helping. He can feel the way his skin is flushing more, now, cheeks and chest warm and growing hotter. It makes him want to reach out and touch, but he resists - it's not going to do him any good, losing more of his life just because he can't control himself. That would be stupid.
Instead, he settles, leaning back on the headboard, making himself comfortable. ]
( His face feels hot. He can feel it across his cheeks, the tips of his ears. He's not shy, but this is uncharted waters. He's wanted this before ( at least he thinks he did, though he can't quite remember when ) and it's new.
It's Aki.
He looks graceful sitting there. Angel sweeps his gaze over his form, then does as he's bid, slipping his underwear free so he can stand, cock hard and hardening, flushed at the tip. )
See something you like?
( The same old quiet murmur as he stretches out to a full stand now, wings expanding, mouth curved ever so slightly. )
[ Aki's eyes drag over his body, memorising the shape of him, the soft, wonderful lines of him, how he's sculpted. He knows that it's more complicated than that, being a Devil, but he's trying not to think too much about it, to dwell on what it means for the two of them to be together like this.
If he does, he'll run away. ]
It's not bad.
[ His own arms come up, tugging off his vest - and he throws it to Angel, head tilted. His boxers are next, but he might be dragging it out. ]
( He catches the shirt, curls his fingers around it. For a moment he stays still, but then he thinks - why not? Aki knows the way he is. So he brings it up to his mouth, his nose, presses the fabric there and breathes deep.
The moan surprises him. So too does the way his cock twitches. )
Getting there. ( His greedy gaze maps musculature, teeth catching his bottom lip. ) Are you teasing me?
The thought comes, but it's with less vitriol than it might otherwise have. His cock jumps, twitching a little, enjoying the knowledge that the Angel is so into him - the way he smells, the shape of him, his body, all of it. It makes him thrum with pleasure, wanting more of it, his mouth feeling weirdly... Dry.
( He sits again, knees splaying wide. Aki's shirt stays clutched between his fingers, white knuckled as his gaze drops hungry to where Aki is touching. )
[ But Aki wants this too. He wants to see the way Angel's eyes will darken when he bares himself, how good it'll feel to show himself off a little. To be the subject of someone's desire and want, the burn of need overtaking them and making them feel desperate.
Breathing out, he swallows, reaching to push his boxers down and off, baring his hard cock. ]
( His hands drop to the mattress, knuckles going white as he holds himself there. It is not a problem he usually encounters, wanting to touch. He has gotten good at keeping himself at arms length. But now Aki is naked and Angel's eyes drop to his lap like the final knell of a bell. He needs the tether. He needs -.
They're very, very, very fucked. )
It's better in person.
( Better where he can see it without Aki's hand blocking the thick length, or the subpar camera. Angel's shoulders twitch. His wings shake. He laughs and it's breathless. He lifts his head again, halo tilting back. )
This is the worst thing that's ever happened to me. ( Very seriously, and then he shrugs one bare shoulder. ) Or the best. Take your pick.
Seeing Angel look at him, filled with want and need, flooded with desire... Aki wants to see him fall apart, wants to see him shatter into pieces, desperate and almost begging for it. He wants to see him grow harder, to hear his moans, the soft bubbles of his breathing as he gives into the urge to touch himself - and, more than that, he wants to see him come.
His lips curl, a little bit smug. More than a little bit. ]
( His hands on Aki's skin, his mouth on the hollow of his throat, his fingers around the length of his dick. They all crowd against his tongue, gaze slipping again. )
Put your hand on your throat. ( It's a demand, really. He sounds a little strained, a little wild. One hand loosens, lifts to his own, fingertips against his pulse point. ) Like this. Is it going as fast as mine is right now? You look like it might be.
( His touch drops a little down his throat, gaze as heavy as it can be. )
What do you like? How would you - if it were just you - how do you make yourself want something?
( Does he rush? Does he take his time? Would he touch himself elsewhere, or does he go straight for his cock? These are things that Angel doesn't know, but wants to. )
[ He could say something harsh, and cruel, but he doesn't, biting his tongue instead.
Aki's hand rises, doing as he's asked. His fingers wrap around the skin of his neck, where blade and knives and fangs and all kinds of Devils have been before, squeezing gently. It feels good, the slight restraint of it, and he hums softly as his thumb brushes over his pulse. ]
It's faster than usual, but not alarming.
[ He always tries to be in control, after all.
Slowly, his hand falls, resting on his stomach, close to his dick but not quite crossing the line. He hasn't stopped looking at Angel, watching him with an intensity that betrays just how much he wants this. For all that he acts like an asshole, for all that he tries to reign himself in, the desire is there, burning under the surface.
He tilts his head. ]
I go slow. I think about someone else's mouth, someone else's body, touching me. I drag it out, because it feels good when it's too much.
Aki is just so ... Aki. Prickly and defensive and too fast to really pin down. Angel probably wouldn't be here if he weren't, is the thing. Something about the abrasive way he holds himself, compared to the softness that you see if you squint. Something about the humanity. )
Not alarming, o-kay.
( His own picks up as Aki's hand splays on his stomach, his whole body swaying forward. )
Something sharp curls in his stomach at the command. He doesn't usually like being told what to do (Makima is an exception, as his senior and boss), and it grates a little. The reason he had been enjoying his position as leader of his division was being able to direct, to make the rules, to choose where he goes - but here, in this?
He can let Angel have a little.
Breathing out, he tilts his head back, eyes flickering closed. ]
[ Depending on how, where, Aki comes... It would be filthy, a little disgusting, but he's not too concerned about that right now. He's not even thinking about how foul it would be, giving in to that urge and letting himself dwell and falter. All he's thinking about is how hot he feels, how desperate and needy.
His fingers hover at the base of his cock, tempting and teasing but not giving in. ]
( If there's shame to it then it's very far away from Angel. He doesn't care. )
Isn't that the point? There are other people you could be with. There are other things that I could be doing. But I - I really want this. I don't know why, but I do. And it isn't really fair to tease. ( He likes it, likes how Aki's behaviour has his gut burning. It's hunger again. Nowhere to sink his teeth but in his own bottom lip, skin blanching white. ) Don't you like doing? What's with all the hesitation, huh? That's my job.
It's part of the fun. Drawing it out, making it last. I don't know how it works for Devils, but it takes a while to recover after you've come. You think I want this to be over quickly?
[ He leans back, cheeks hot and flushed from the confession. ]
You liked it, before. When I dragged it out, and teased you.
His smile twitches a little brighter. Possibly the halo does too. But he schools his expression back into something else a second later, sweeping his gaze from the top of Aki's head back down to his lap. )
I did.
( Okay, maybe he is nervous. He flexes his hands, lets his palms lay flat against the mattress. )
I didn't know that. ( A confession for confessions sake, cheek turned to his shoulder. ) This isn't - I don't really know what I'm doing.
[ This isn't about romance, or sweetness, or being kind of good or anything. It's about getting off, jerking off beside someone attractive, and finding pleasure in it. He shouldn't be indulging in this, but it's hard not to when he feels so desperate, so needy. ]
Let me show you.
[ Aki widens his legs, bares his cock, flushed and hot with a damp tip. He's horny, he wants this, desperately aroused. ]
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Typical.
[ For a Devil to want to bite. His shirt slides off, leaving him in his usual vest for warmth, before his hands drop to his waist to begin to tug off his belt, the buckle loose and the leather sliding out of the loops. He's not going out of his way to appear more or less sexy than he would normally, but he's well aware that Angel likes to look at him - the shape of his body, his muscles.
It makes his cock stir, wanting. ]
I wonder if it would count. Teeth. If you were careful with your lips...
[ Too risky to actually do, but a tempting thought. ]
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( The top button of his own shirt goes, then the next, and the one after that. He's not built like Aki, but there's no shyness in how he moves. The man is here, so he wants him. It makes things simple.
So too is the way he only unbuttons enough to pull the fabric over his head. It too meets the blazers fate, abandoned somewhere. )
I'd probably leave a mark.
( He'd want to, anyway. )
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[ It's not as if Aki minds a little violence in his sex. He likes it when it hurts a little, when there's an edge, something harsh and a touch too far at times. It makes him feel alive, helps get his mind off all the other shit going on, so it means he can focus on something good rather than something bad.
It's unhealthy, but so is everything else he does.
Leaning against the chair, trousers hanging low on his hips, he watches Angel, eyes dark. ]
You want to mark me?
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( It's breathless in a new way, not the usual insouciant tilt to his sighs, more pitched and pointed. His tongue darts out to wet dry lips, feet shifting to toe off his socks. His eyes slip from throat to chest to stomach, to the dark hair above a waistband. Suddenly he's starved for something he didn't know he could be hungry for.
Suddenly he wants more. )
There's a lot of places to mark. I have sharp teeth.
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[ Like he wants to eat him.
Aki finally pushes his trousers down, careful of his half-hard dick, toeing his socks off at the same time. All the clothes join the bundle of fabric that he's been placing on the chair. It leaves him in his vest and boxers, finally walking over to sit on the opposite bed, lounging a little as he stares at Angel.
He really is pretty. ]
That's not the point of today, anyway.
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( He'd told Aki that he couldn't, a few weeks ago. That it was unfair to ask that of him. Now though, with bare skin and the thought of something, his brain seems eager to work.
He rises in opposites to Aki sitting, belt yanked and sent sailing, his wings quivering to betray his own nerves. His halo glows in the dim motel light, casting shadow as he bends to slip out of his slacks, stood on one bare foot for a minute. He huffs, tips his head birdlike to look at him again. )
You're really hard.
( Angel is too. He's also pink with delight at causing it. )
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[ Watching Angel undress is helping. He can feel the way his skin is flushing more, now, cheeks and chest warm and growing hotter. It makes him want to reach out and touch, but he resists - it's not going to do him any good, losing more of his life just because he can't control himself. That would be stupid.
Instead, he settles, leaning back on the headboard, making himself comfortable. ]
Take the rest off.
[ He wants to see him. All of him. ]
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It's Aki.
He looks graceful sitting there. Angel sweeps his gaze over his form, then does as he's bid, slipping his underwear free so he can stand, cock hard and hardening, flushed at the tip. )
See something you like?
( The same old quiet murmur as he stretches out to a full stand now, wings expanding, mouth curved ever so slightly. )
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If he does, he'll run away. ]
It's not bad.
[ His own arms come up, tugging off his vest - and he throws it to Angel, head tilted. His boxers are next, but he might be dragging it out. ]
What about you?
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The moan surprises him. So too does the way his cock twitches. )
Getting there. ( His greedy gaze maps musculature, teeth catching his bottom lip. ) Are you teasing me?
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The thought comes, but it's with less vitriol than it might otherwise have. His cock jumps, twitching a little, enjoying the knowledge that the Angel is so into him - the way he smells, the shape of him, his body, all of it. It makes him thrum with pleasure, wanting more of it, his mouth feeling weirdly... Dry.
It's filled with craving, instead. ]
Maybe a little.
[ His fingers curl in the band of his boxers. ]
Want to see?
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I do.
( He sounds like he's starving. )
I think you should let me.
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[ But Aki wants this too. He wants to see the way Angel's eyes will darken when he bares himself, how good it'll feel to show himself off a little. To be the subject of someone's desire and want, the burn of need overtaking them and making them feel desperate.
Breathing out, he swallows, reaching to push his boxers down and off, baring his hard cock. ]
Like this?
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They're very, very, very fucked. )
It's better in person.
( Better where he can see it without Aki's hand blocking the thick length, or the subpar camera. Angel's shoulders twitch. His wings shake. He laughs and it's breathless. He lifts his head again, halo tilting back. )
This is the worst thing that's ever happened to me. ( Very seriously, and then he shrugs one bare shoulder. ) Or the best. Take your pick.
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Seeing Angel look at him, filled with want and need, flooded with desire... Aki wants to see him fall apart, wants to see him shatter into pieces, desperate and almost begging for it. He wants to see him grow harder, to hear his moans, the soft bubbles of his breathing as he gives into the urge to touch himself - and, more than that, he wants to see him come.
His lips curl, a little bit smug. More than a little bit. ]
Let's stick with worst.
[ It's the same for me.
Unable to resist, he breathes out. ]
What do you want, Angel?
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( His hands on Aki's skin, his mouth on the hollow of his throat, his fingers around the length of his dick. They all crowd against his tongue, gaze slipping again. )
Put your hand on your throat. ( It's a demand, really. He sounds a little strained, a little wild. One hand loosens, lifts to his own, fingertips against his pulse point. ) Like this. Is it going as fast as mine is right now? You look like it might be.
( His touch drops a little down his throat, gaze as heavy as it can be. )
What do you like? How would you - if it were just you - how do you make yourself want something?
( Does he rush? Does he take his time? Would he touch himself elsewhere, or does he go straight for his cock? These are things that Angel doesn't know, but wants to. )
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Aki's hand rises, doing as he's asked. His fingers wrap around the skin of his neck, where blade and knives and fangs and all kinds of Devils have been before, squeezing gently. It feels good, the slight restraint of it, and he hums softly as his thumb brushes over his pulse. ]
It's faster than usual, but not alarming.
[ He always tries to be in control, after all.
Slowly, his hand falls, resting on his stomach, close to his dick but not quite crossing the line. He hasn't stopped looking at Angel, watching him with an intensity that betrays just how much he wants this. For all that he acts like an asshole, for all that he tries to reign himself in, the desire is there, burning under the surface.
He tilts his head. ]
I go slow. I think about someone else's mouth, someone else's body, touching me. I drag it out, because it feels good when it's too much.
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Aki is just so ... Aki. Prickly and defensive and too fast to really pin down. Angel probably wouldn't be here if he weren't, is the thing. Something about the abrasive way he holds himself, compared to the softness that you see if you squint. Something about the humanity. )
Not alarming, o-kay.
( His own picks up as Aki's hand splays on his stomach, his whole body swaying forward. )
Think about me. Think about my mouth.
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Something sharp curls in his stomach at the command. He doesn't usually like being told what to do (Makima is an exception, as his senior and boss), and it grates a little. The reason he had been enjoying his position as leader of his division was being able to direct, to make the rules, to choose where he goes - but here, in this?
He can let Angel have a little.
Breathing out, he tilts his head back, eyes flickering closed. ]
You want to taste me?
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( Bold, maybe. Imaginative, surely. His wealth of experience comes from watching people. And books. A lot of stupid books. )
I wouldn't have to touch you. I could -. ( A hum, he presses his palm flat. ) Another sense. That would be fine, wouldn't it?
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[ Depending on how, where, Aki comes... It would be filthy, a little disgusting, but he's not too concerned about that right now. He's not even thinking about how foul it would be, giving in to that urge and letting himself dwell and falter. All he's thinking about is how hot he feels, how desperate and needy.
His fingers hover at the base of his cock, tempting and teasing but not giving in. ]
You're that desperate?
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Maybe.
( If there's shame to it then it's very far away from Angel. He doesn't care. )
Isn't that the point? There are other people you could be with. There are other things that I could be doing. But I - I really want this. I don't know why, but I do. And it isn't really fair to tease. ( He likes it, likes how Aki's behaviour has his gut burning. It's hunger again. Nowhere to sink his teeth but in his own bottom lip, skin blanching white. ) Don't you like doing? What's with all the hesitation, huh? That's my job.
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[ Aki almost rolls his eyes.
Almost. ]
It's part of the fun. Drawing it out, making it last. I don't know how it works for Devils, but it takes a while to recover after you've come. You think I want this to be over quickly?
[ He leans back, cheeks hot and flushed from the confession. ]
You liked it, before. When I dragged it out, and teased you.
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His smile twitches a little brighter. Possibly the halo does too. But he schools his expression back into something else a second later, sweeping his gaze from the top of Aki's head back down to his lap. )
I did.
( Okay, maybe he is nervous. He flexes his hands, lets his palms lay flat against the mattress. )
I didn't know that. ( A confession for confessions sake, cheek turned to his shoulder. ) This isn't - I don't really know what I'm doing.
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Let me show you.
[ Aki widens his legs, bares his cock, flushed and hot with a damp tip. He's horny, he wants this, desperately aroused. ]
You should copy what I do.
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