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"I don't think I can even pretend to like him." Aki lit his cigarette, covering the flame from wind. Another unsuccessful patrol report sat between him and Makima. She held the papers firmly, reviewing its contents with focus and precision. Her eyes didn't leave the report once, occasionally responding with a "mhm" to Aki's complaints.
Ever since he had been assigned to work with the Angel Devil, he was in a constant state of irritation. That stubborn little Devil couldn't obey the most simply order, had zero respect for his time and even less for his own life. In short - he was everything Aki hated.
Makima finally raised her eyes up to him. The expression remained as cold as ever, Aki had no idea what he was in for now. "You know, Aki," she began, stealing the lit cigarette from inbetween his fingers. Aki watched as she held it up, lit side pointing upwards. It slowly burned up, going to waste.
"You need to see Angel from a different perspective." Makima rolled the cigarette between her thumb and pointer finger. The smoke spun with each movement. The ashes were piling on top.
"Different perspective?"
"You're only viewing him as a Devil. A mere tool assigned to be a weapon in your battle."
Aki held back from responding with "because that's what he is". His eyes remained glued to the cigarette, only occasionally flickering to Makima's piercing gaze. "You complain to me as if I handed you a gun that can't fire at your will. Angel is a living being - in a way. Of course, he is your subordinate, but that's not the only thing that defines him. You need to start seeing him as a person, like you did with Denji and Power."
"And how would I do that?"
The cigarette had burned up, ashes stacked neatly on top of its filter. Makima threw it on the ground, right between Aki's feet. "Simple, go spend a day with him outside of work. Maybe take Power and Denji with you, too."
Spending his free time with another Devil? One he despised more than anything? Aki could only protest.
"Makima, I don't think-"
"I think it's a great idea. In fact, I'm giving all four if you off tomorrow to do just that."
There goes his attempt at protesting. Makima put her hands behind her back, devious smile staring up at Aki. "I look forward to hearing about what you did then, Aki." She turned on her heel to leave a dumbfounded Aki behind. He mentally cursed Makima for everything he was about to suffer through.
...
"Aki, where are we going?", Denji stood in the small hallway toAki´s apartment, putting on his shoes. Power was right next to him, petting Meowy at her feet.
"We´re picking someone up."
"And who?"
Aki mentally cursed himself for what he was actually about to say. He hated himself for having agreed to Makima´s stupid plan. Although there wasn´t much he could have done to refuse in the first place. Makima had set him up for failure from the start.
"The Angel Devil."
"Angel Devil?!"
Power and Denji yelped in unison. Aki wasn´t sure if they were appalled or simply shocked. He could hardly read them, even if he tried. They were simply so chaotic, Aki couldn´t make sense of them. "Why are we going with Angel?"
Yes, why on God´s green earth has Aki been cursed to endure this? If only he could give Denji a proper answer.
"Makima is forcing me to... To get to know each other better. She thought it would be a good idea to bring you two along." The two looked at Aki puzzled. "Sounds like one of those family comedy movies, in which the mother forces them all to 'grow together and become a real family'", Power remarked as she slipped on her jacket.
Unfortunaly, she was very right, it did sound like it in a way. This served as a painful reminder for Aki to stop letting those two have free control over the TV, otherwise Aki would get have his life referenced with an even dumber trope.
"It´s just for today. I'm taking you all out for food, so you both should have zero reason to complain." The word "food" made their eyes light up. As always, as soon as food was mentioned, both of them would be in no matter the topic.
Aki locked the door behind them and led them down to his car. Power and Denji settled into the backseat. "Can we play music?", Denji requested, elbowing Power for more space.
"No, radio or nothimg."
"Aki please! The radio only plays bullshit."
"I said no."
Aki started the engine without acknowledging any more of their nonsense. The drive was about as quiet as one would expect. Of course, Denji and Power are unable to keep still for a few even a few seconds. By now Aki had learned to tune them out completely. His brain focused on the road ahead, blending out the impending doom he had been set up with.
Power was yelling at Denji because she didn't have enough space, yet she insisted on the middle seat.
Aki tried to plan ahead for what he was about to be presented with. It was unexpectedly hard to picture the Angel Devil in such a casual setting. He had seen the small room Public Safety kept him in. A bed, a dresser, a desk and a small bathroom – nothing else. On that note, Aki couldn´t even picture Angel in anything but his work uniform. Does he even own any other type of clothing? What would the possibly laziest Devil of all wear outside of work? The mere concept of Angel in anything not work related was so bizarre, it actually made Aki's head hurt.
"How long until we arrive?", Denji yelled from the back, as if they hadn´t only been driving for ten minutes. "Like five more minutes? You know the way to the headquarters." Aki was getting frustrated not only his annoying passengers, but the entire situation. He feared how awkward it might turn out.
His mind started racing at every red light. Of course, he would have to be the responsible one yet again. Keep everyone in check, but also make conversation with Angel. God, how he cursed Makima for this.
The unpleasant ride finally came to a halt at Aki's designated parking spot. Angel was already waiting for them, standing just a few meters away. With slurred steps he walked over and sat in the passenger seat, careful to keep his wings close to his body.
Angel wore an oversized hoodie with jeans, nothing special and yet it felt unbelievably foreign to Aki. It was a sight he wouldn't have expected to see in a million years.
"Hello," Angel slipped it past his lips as if it hurt to say. It was so quiet, almost inaudible. At least now Aki knew he wasn't the only one, who didn't want to be here. Aki replied with a polite "hello" as well. He didn´t even attempt to stirr the mood into something a little more positive. They were both here by force, what´s the point in hiding the obvious?
Aki had picked out a nice restaurant. Nothing too fancy, after all he expected to be the one paying. Yet it was quite pretty. A bit out of town, so the drive there took longer than he would have liked, but the food was good – and that actually mattered.
He gave his name at the reception and they got seated right away, somewhere by the windows. Angel sat across Aki, Denji next to him. His expression was still gloomy. Not the Denji or Power noticed much, they were busy scanning the menu.
Denji occasionally asked Aki about Kanji he couldn't read. Aki answered without paying him much mind. He set his gaze on Angel, who kept looking out the window, most likely wanting to be everywhere but here.
Something about this scene, maybe the way his hand rested on his cheek, or how his auburn hair fell into his face, something about Angel made Aki's heart ache. A weeping Angel, if you will. It was a pitiful sight.
Because – of course – this Devil across him was the phsyical embodiment of an Angel, maybe twice as ethereal. His features were so feminine, it made him seem prettier than most girls in the right lightning.
Aki had no problem admitting the obvious. He was always someone, who could appreciate beauty regardless of gender. So seeing pretty eyes with long eyelashes sulken and devastated - it pulled some strings inside him
He adjusted in his seat, swallowed his pride and cleared his throat: "Hey, Angel, they got a pretty huge desert menu. You want to check it out?"
Angel didn´t change position, only his eyes rolled over to look at Aki. His appearance didn´t change much from his usual work atttire. He still wore the topknot accompanied with a shirt he grabbed out of the dryer by random and a tie. He didn´t care much for how he looked anyway, so that was just fine.
Denji and Power turned their head in an instant, suddenly acknowledging that Angel was with them all. "Oh, Angel, you should try their cake! So good, i dream about it!" Denji's tone lacked any compassion for Angel's current state. As if that was only visible to Aki.
"Desert before dinner? Whatever, as long as I get my portion of meat I am happy!", Power chimed in, still fixated on the menu in her hands.
"I'm not that hungry-"
"What!?"
Power and Denji turned their heads in perfect unison. "You have to eat, especially if Aki`s paying!" Denji shot him a galnce to confirm his statement. With a heavy sigh aki gave a slow nod.
"Thank you, but-"
"I insist!", Power puffed out her chest and scrunched her eyebrows together. "Look at you, all bone no meat! Eat something, that's what we're here for after all!"
Aki scanned the Devil across him quickly. He never paid much attention to his frame, too busy fighting most of the time. Now that Power had pointed it out, he was pretty thin, even under the baggy layers he wore.
Angel shot Aki an apologetic look, as if to ask for his permisson. Aki responded with a soft smile. With that, Angel picked up the menu and looked it over himself.
"You really are skinny. You could almost be mistaken for a girl," Denji spat out, poking his covered arm for demonstration. "I eat enough, don´t worry," Angel spew back, eyes fixed on the menu in his hands. Aki took this as an opportunity to pick out something himself.
It didn´t take long until a waiter took their order. Denji and Power would have ordered half the menu, if Aki had let them.
"Hey, Aki, we should drink something! To celebrate!"
"Celebrate what exactly?"
"Uh, it´s Friday?"
"Nope, besides, Denji isn´t old enough and I have to drive."
Alcohol most likely would have eased the tension, but he was not about to deal with Power's aggressiveness when she was drunk. He wondered how Angel would be like drunk. He was once again coldly staring out of the window, avoiding probing eyes from costumers around them.
Aki noticed the way he clung his wings to his small body, gripping tightly to avoid taking up too much space. His entire posture suggested he was severely uncomfortable with everything. Aki glanced at him softly.
"Angel, you okay?" A shy nod followed his question. "I'm not good with crowds and loud noise."
This was something he had started to blend out. Aki was used to being surrounded by screaming and yelling, loud chatter at restaurants was something he didn't even pick up.
Angel's hair fell back into his face, only for him to tuck the strand of hair behind his ear. It gave Aki a clear view of his features. He truly looked angelic, but that was to be expected. Still, completely disregarding the Devil aspect was something Aki had never even considered before.
He tried, he really did. Maybe at this point not only for Makima, but to ensure Angel didn't have to feel like this anymore. Being human was the only way Aki could expect Angel to show humanity in response.
His thoughts were interrupted by Angel, who he had been shamelessly staring at during all of this, started to stand up. "Where are you going?", Aki asked.
"Bathroom, I gotta pee."
"I have to come with you." Angel raised an eyebrow in irritation.
"Why's that?"
"Protocol. You can't be unsupervised during outings like that." The Devil rolled his eyes at Aki. Despite that, he reluctantly got up.
"Seriously, though?"
"Yes, sorry."
"Fine, let's go."
Aki instructed Power and Denji not to eat their food, should it arrive before they get back. The two shot each other a knowing glance, but Aki pressed the matter. With a sigh they agreed.
"Do you actually have to watch me piss?"
Well – per protocol, yes, After all Devils were in no way equal to humans according to Public Safety, so they were in no way deserving of privacy. But Aki just agreed with himself to be humane to Angel. That also meant preserving his dignity.
So he lied: "No, I'll wait by the sinks."
Angel stormed past him without saying another word. He realized just how much shorter than him Angel actually is. Angel came back rather quickly to wash his hands.
"I hate stuff like that," he muttered under his breath. Aki was probably not meant to hear that, or just pretend it wasn't meant for him. Instead, though, he chose to engage: "Hate what?"
Angel turned around. Aki leaned in the doorframe, arms crossed in front of him. He looked just as serious as ever. "All those rules made by terribly uptight people, who think Devils are property."
Aki cocked his head to the side. In a way Angel was right. Most of the rules for contracted Devils, or Devils Public Safety worked with in general, were rather cruel. It only made sense that it became annoying after a while.
"You should stop following them so perfectly, I mean it."
"Excuse me?"
"You're so serious all the time. Treating this like a work meeting."
Again, it made snese. Aki wasn't one to let his guard down easily. Definitely not, when he would be held responsible, should anything go wrong today. Angel leaned against the sink, his halo shining light onto his delicate features.
"You actually seem nice, Aki, but you act so incredibly obedient to Makima and everyone associated with her. Get a grip and let loose from time to time."
His words made him think of those annoying sitcoms where the best friend of the protagonist gives him horrible life advice. Aki was not about to explain the significance of his job and the power it held to a Devil, especially not Angel Devil.
Still, he couldn´t help but let those words get to him in a way. Was he always way too serious? He tried to recall the last time he truly let himself go. It was harder to remember than Aki had anticipated.
It stung. Some part of his ego he never had considered before had been attacked by those words.
Angel walked up to him, snapping him out of the mental fight he was having with himself. Now the height difference was even more obvious than before. Angel had to really tilt his head to meet Aki's eyes.
Then, without a warning, Angel reached for his tie. Slim fingeres gripped it to pull it down and loose it. Frozen in shock, Aki's body remained still. What was the meaning behind that just now? He looked down to meet the Devil's eyes again. A cheeky grin stared up at him.
"Stop being so serious."
It rang in his head, circling his brain. Angel's voice had him under a spell. He had messed up something in his brain chemistry for him to be so entranced in this.
As quickly as Angel approached, he also retreated. "You coming?"
Angel was halfway out the door as Aki had just started proceessing what happened. He didn´t expect Angel to be so forward with anything, especially not that. Maybe he was right, maybe he actually needed to relax a bit and not worry too much. After all, he was here to get to know Angel as a person.
They sat back down but Aki wasn't spared any humiliation, because Denji immediatly noticed the loosened tie around his neck.
"Aha! 'Protocol' my ass!" He held his fork up to Aki's chest.
Their food had finally arrived, so Aki didn´t shoot him more than a glance while focusing on his food.
"Your tie! I'm not stupid, I've seen this in porn!"
"Denji, keep your voice down."
"It´s cool, Aki, I don´t really care that you´re gay." Aki wanted to yell at him that this was not the reason, but rather that other people here most likely did not want to hear about Denji's taste in porn.
"Wait, Aki's gay?", Power spat out, mouth full of food. Great, now Aki was tangled up in this mess. Denji gave her an enthusiastic nod, like he had just solved a murder case.
"Totally, would explain why he never talks about girls. Or porn."
Because that qualified heterosexuality – talking about porn.
Power raised her eyebrows dramatically. Aki just sighed. "You two do know I was in a relationship with Himeno, right?"
"Did you two have sex?!", Denji immediatly blurted out.
His tone suggesting that whatever Aki answered would only get him even more caught up in this. Angel on the other hand gave him a smug smile, apparantly very amused by this conversation.
Little did he know, that this was Aki's daily disaster. It still didn't exactly feel right to have conversations about sex or porn in a public setting like that, but Denji's question hung heavy in the air. Besides Angel's words circled his mind again. He didn´t think he would start ths off by laying his sex life bare for the entire table, but if Denji demanded an answer he would get one.
"Of course we had sex."
"Really? You don´t look like the type of person to have sex to be honest."
"Especially not in a bathroom with Angel over there!", Power exclaimed, her eyes fixated on the Devil in question. Aki swore he saw the faintest hint of a blush raise to Angel's cheeks.
"We didn´t fuck, you two," Aki defended in pure annoyance.
He has had to endure more than one painfully awkward talk about sex with Denji, since that was one of the only topics he seemed to want to talk about.
"Seriously, though? You had sex with a girl?", by now he had completely abandoned his food, much to Power's delight, now she could steal food from him without him catching on.
"Seriously," Aki replied cold.
"Did she blow you?"
God truly didn't exist, or he had already abandoned Aki. Even with his promise to be less serious about everything, the questions had started to become quite annoying. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Angel surpressing a laugh.
"What's so funny?", he inquired.
"Just Denji's endless questions and you trying to keep your cool."
Keeping his cool? Aki didn't think he came off as that agitated. Sure, it was annoying, but nothing he couldn't tolerate.
The Devil across him was busying himself with his desert again, listening in on them. Aki took a deep breath, meaning to end this ridiculous conversation after thus reply.
"Yeah, she has. She most likely has done anything you are about to ask me. Good enough for you?"
Denji's eyes widened. He gave Aki a slow nod, before noticing how Power had been stealing his food, which had to end in them yelling at each other again. Aki mouthed an "I'm sorry" to Angel, who shook his head. It didn't seem to bother him that much.
The rest of their evening went by without any unexpected incidents or Denji asking him about his sex life again. Everyone got to finish up their food and Aki ended up paying.
While walking back to his car, Aki got pulled aside by Denji.
"How does it feel?", he whispered so loud, the other two could not have missed it.
"How does what feel?"
"Getting your dick sucked."
Aki closed his eyes and walked away, leaving Denji behind. "Hey, Aki, answer! I need to know!"
Aki was already in the car starting the engine. Defeated, Denji took his seat next to Power again. Against all odds, their drive back home was quite peaceful. Mainly because Power and Denji fell asleep halfway.
"They sure are a handful," Angel stated, eyes darting over to the backseat. Aki shot them a quick glance through his mirror.
"You have no idea," he laughed. "Mind if I drop them off home quickly? I'll drive you back after that, but they should get rest."
"I don´t mind."
With that Aki took an earlier turn to drive to his apartment. He parked in front of the complex. He woke those two up and brought both back into his apartment, sleepy steps following Aki. He came out again faster than Angel had expected.
"Sorry about that." Aki started the engine once again.
"No worries. Weird how they fell asleep so fast, after all this."
"That's normal."
Aki recalled the countless times where he had come home late and found them snuggled up on the couch, TV still running. They had this habit of falling asleep the second they got to relax a bit.
"Are those kind of questions normal too?"
Aki had almost forgotten what Angel was talking about. It had become an everyday occurance for him to fight off Denji's dumb questions. This evening was nothing special in that regard.
"Unfortunately," Aki pressed his lips into a thin line. Given that Denji used to be a normal human, Aki deemed his insane interest in sex appropriate, no Devil mutation could fight that off. But did regular Devils possess any interest in persuing anything sexual? Did Angel? These were scenarios he never faced before Aki shot him a glance.
He seemed completely relaxed in the passenger seat, halo shining down softly, wings wrapped around him. He hadn´t seen him so relaxed all evening. Technically Devils weren´t familiar with the concept of embarassment or shame, so naturally Angel should have no problems with topics like that.
Yet maybe he did? Aki decided to test the waters. "That was okay, though, or? You weren't uncomfortable?" Aki slammed the brakes for another red light.
Asking a Devil if he felt comfortable – what a joke.
But something inside him pushed him to deem it too important to ignore. Be it Makima or his own feelings. His own sense of responsibility, the one he wanted to rid himself of earlier. Morality be damned.
Angel softly shook his head, shifting the way his halo eluminated him. "I don´t understand why you humans make such a fuss of that topic," Angel adjusted his wing to scratch a feather loose from it, landing elegant on the seat. "It´s natural for you, why be so ashamed? Everyone at least masturbates," he added in that familiar cold tone, casual as if discussing the weather.
Everyone?
The implication struck Aki. Did Angel-
Aki blinked to snap the thought away. That wasn´t the matter at hand. Angel's words hung heavy in the air, waiting to be answered. Normally, Aki would have agreed without hesitation. Although he did know that there was a time and place for everything, talking about sex came to him without any inhibitions. Just like Angel said, it was in a humans's nature. Aki settled for a low "mhm" sound as a response.
"You're right," was the final contribution.
His gaze wandered over again, eyeing the Devil next to him. His messy hair and his small hands. If it weren't for the wings and halo, he'd be just another human. Did Angel ever see himself as more human than other Devils? He looked the part and he knew how humans acted all too well.
Aki had meant to look away after a quick glance, but he found himself alternating between the road ahead and the Angel in the passenger seat.
"You're staring."
Angel didn't even meet his eyes. Fixated on the road ahead of them, he stated this with just as much casualty as anything before. A hint of blush rose to Aki's cheek, going unnoticed in the twilight streets around them.
"Sorry."
Short answers were bound to extinguish any type of conversation, that Aki had learned. At least for humans, not so much for Devils.
"Is this a habit of yours? Staring at people?"
"What?"
Now Angel turned his head just enough to graze the direction of Aki. He felt the warm light of his halo on his cheek.
"You stare at me a lot. Today as well. While we were eating."
This was something Aki hadn´t realized before. It got him thinking. Did he truly stare at Angel so much? His presence was alluring, dangerous. One touch and he would be dead. Maybe it was something nobody could avert their eyes from, like a terrible accident.
But no, not today at least.
He remembered, not staring at him out of fear of the Devil himself, but that said Devil felt unwelcome. Which was a ridiculous thing to want, now that Aki gave it some thought. Why did he want this Devil to be comfortable?
"I was worried you wouldn´t enjoy yourself today. I wanted to make sure of it. After all I forced you outside." That wasn´t a lie, but Aki felt lik his explanation was incomplete, lacking the very core of his reasoning.
"I told you to stop trying to be so responsible."
"That was before that."
Angel's words still stuck with him. He couldn't just shake it off, that nagging feeling of professionalism. It gnawed at his sanity, forbidding him from being honest, he feared. Another red light. Another chance to look back down to Angel.
He was met with deep, red eyes staring back at him. Their light was low, enticing. Long eyelashes fluttered with every blink. Denji had been right, he was so androgynous, it made him as pretty as a girl. The soft city lights hid the blush on Angel's cheeks. He wasn't used to being stared at like that. Stares for being vile, disgusting, for being a Devil, that was what he was used to. Not this.
Aki's gaze was soft, opposite of hate, full of intensity. It made him want to squirm away from it. Angel shook his head away.
"It`s green, Aki."
Aki processed, slamming the gas pedal.
"Right, sorry, I was just-"
"You were staring again."
No way out of this one.
Aki wondered if Angel knew he had that effect on people. Pulling them into his eyes, making them feel like they never want to leave. He seemed to have no idea. Not a hint that Aki could get lost in those eyes. Angel truly was ethereal.
"But this wasn´t out of responsibility. You looked different."
Aki tried to keep his mind on the road ahead. The streets were eerily empty, even though it wasn´t that late yet. It seemed like nothing existed outside of this car. Aki planned on playing it off as a joke, answering with a grin on his face.
"Yeah? What was it?" Angel lowered his head, still keeping his non-chalant tone.
"You looked at me differently than you usually do."
"What did I look like then?"
"Like you wanted me."
Aki's hand gripped the steering wheel with all his force. Like he wanted Angel? His had spun, thoughts clashing with his conciousness. He didn´t dare look at Angel again. He honestly didn´t need to for what he wanted to confirm. He already knew that Angel was breathtaking. Before he could have admitted that without the twitch of an eye. Now it felt like a heavy burden. Being true to himself, being honest about being attracted to a Devil. A tempting Devil, mere centimeters apart from him.
He swallowed hard and dry. The thirst of a dying man parched his throat. Breathing became uncomfortable. He desperately wanted to play it off somehow, make it out to be an attempt at "being more reckless". Blaming Angel for evrrything seemed like the easy way out.
"Well, you are pretty." The thought sounded about right, but spoken aloud it worsened the tension. The air inbetween them felt toxic to breathe. Angel cocked his head, facing Aki fully this time. He wanted to apologize, joke around. But he couldn´t, he was already being interrupted.
"Angel-"
"Can you take out your topknot?"
"Excuse me?"
Angel pointed at his own head, expression innocent, as if he couldn´t read the obvious tension shift. Reluctantly, Aki reached for the hairtie at the next stop light. His black hair fell just shy of his shoulders, brushing them only when he leaned back. Angel took a good look at him, studying the way his silouhette had changed.
"Suits you way more."
Angel let himself relax in his seat, forgeting about keeping up posture. Aki cursed himself, hated himself for looking again. He couldn't shake it off, something was so alluring, it demanded his constant attention. Angel's legs were spread wings flopping down lazily. Completely casual – and Aki couldn´t stop himself from staring at the way Angel's small legs spread. They left a hole just big enough for a human to fit inbetween. To fit Aki-
"What´s with you today?"
Now the cold tone had dropped to something Aki couldn't quite decipher. He was about to apologize for staring yet again, until Angel hit him with something completely unexpected: "You're quite the hypocrite, Aki Hayakawa."
Aki wanted to reply again, but the words caught in his throat. He? A hypocrite? For what? He didn´t need to wait long for his answer.
"You talk about how humans should be just as open about sex as they are about anything else since it's so natural. Yet here you are lying to me and to yourself."
Aki's knuckles turned white behind the steering wheel. His breath stilled for a second. Was this actually true? Or rather, was there a way Aki could deny it was true? Angel was pure temptation turned to flesh. It got him dizzy. He didn´t want to want this, want to want a Devil like this. But he was playing with his most primal instincts, inentionally or not.
Aki neither wanted nor could ignore this. Not if he had to bite his cheek at the thought. Not when the image of Angel moaning under him flashed his mind. Especially not, when said image tightened his pants.
Let loose, he told him. His definition of that was nowhere close to having sex with a Devil.
But now here he was: too consumed to think clearly, but too scared to actually give in "Angel, this isn´t right, you know."
"Who cares about right?" He adjusted in his seat again, turning half his body to be facing Aki.
"Not when you're hard and so obviously willing."
His eyes pointed daggers at the tent in Aki´s pants. He gulped frustrated.
"I can´t touch you."
Defense to somehow justify to himself that he wanted this. So he wouldn't hate himself in the morning. So he wouldn´t overthink this while he was doing it.
Angel reached a small hand over to the drivers seat. It settled on Aki's thigh, slowly trailing upwards. His body shivered, breathing becoming ragged. He should really lose his license for this entire drive alone.
"Angel..."
"Yes?"
"At least let me park the car."
He scanned the road for any sketchy side street or anything where it would be irrelavant, if they fucked there. Streets were still empty, he considered just doing it out in the open. A frustrating while he didn´t find anything. Until he took a right turn and landed in a small alley. Deserted enough for nobody to see them. He unbuckled his seatbelt in a haste, immediatly after turning off the engine.
"Backseat," Aki instructed clumsily.
His body wasn´t meant to climb into the back area from the driver's seat. That didn´t matter much to him, though. He was driven purely by his desperation. He layed himself flat down on his back, waiting for Angel to stagger over. He was much more graceful during that, after all his small frame fit much better. Angel took his position in Aki´s lap, just short of the bulge in his pants.
"You're sure this is okay?", Aki breathed, his hands gripping Angel's waist. He noticed the bluge in the front of his pants, too. Angel nodded shyly. Aki's hands wandered up to hold him by his hips, slammig him down on his boner.
"Fuck...", he sighed, repeating the motion. Angel whined upon contact, bucking his hips in rhythm with Aki's guidance. His confidence and cockiness started to slowly shatter. Aki was merciless, using him to chase his own pleasure rather than focus on them both getting off. The Devil's wings kept fluttering uncontrollably, hitting the roof of the car every other thrust.
"Aki-!", Angel hitched at a particularly rough move. Angel's body slumped forward, catching himself on Aki's chest. "S-slow down, godammit...", he shuddered, lulling words against Aki's chest.
His own body betrayed him, Angel's hips softly rocked against Aki's. He wanted this, wanted it so bad, but this was too much at once. A thought raced inside Aki's head.
"You've never done this, right?" Aki's hands slid down from his waist to his thighs again, caressing them softly. Angel shook his head, messy hair landing on his face.
"But I want this! You're just too rough. Too much at once..."
So he was that sensitive. He looked up at the boy on top of him. The way his chest rose and fell with every breath. How he barely held himself upwards, resting his weight on his arms, propped up on Aki's chest.
"Please, let me," Angel slowly rose from his hunched position to something somewhat straight. His hands still grabbed Aki's stomach for support, as he carefully started to roll his hips forward. Way slower than the pace Aki had set for them.
Another roll had Angel's breath stuck in his throat. Aki noticed the way his halo glimmered brighter than before, even brighter with ever thrust. In all honesty, this was way too slow for Aki's current liking. He wanted to ravish him, make him cry out, drool and beg.
How Aki wished he could actually have sex with him. The hands on his thighs followed Angel's movements when he got sloppy. His eyes were scrunched up, mouth hanging open.
"It´s so hot..." Angel's voice was small, barely audible for Aki. He was about to joke about how that his part of the process, but the words had no chance to leave his mouth. Angel was springing into action, dangerous action. He started taking off the hoodie he wore, discarding it somewhere on the passenger seat.
"Angel..." Aki took an agonizing breath, taking in the beauty in front of him. His body was so slim, more waist than any guy had on average. His chest was flushed, pink nipples sticking up from it.
This was bad, so very bad. This was temptation. Raw sex appeal in his lap. His dick twitched at the sight alone. He wanted to sink his teeth into the pale flesh, lick along his neck, figure out all his sweet spots. Those sweet spots nobody else had found, and nobody else will find. Bite, scratch, lick, kiss – all of it.
"Fuck, Angel," the hands on the Devil's thighs clenched harder, trying his best to hold back from slamming him down on him again. Angel didn´t care to listen about how Aki wanted to ruin him, he simply resumed his moves. He observed the way his small hips repeatedly collided with his. How every impact made him shudder and whimper.
Aki wanted to touch so bad. He had never wanted anything that much in his life. Just once, feel the hot skin against his finger tips. It got his head spinninhg. His hands on his thighs were so close to his actual skin. He could easily slide them up over his jeans, feel his stomach up to his chest. It would be so easy, so worth it.
"Aki, careful-!", Angel blurted out. His hands had subconsciously moved upwards, almost reaching the edge of Angel's belt.
"Sorry," he murmered, even if he would have willingly risked his life for it. His response was more moaning.
"Ah-! Aki...", Angel groaned, his head lulling forward. Then it appromptly snapped forward to meet Aki's eyes. "More... I need more...", his face was flushed, lips bitten bloody. Desperation clawed in his eyes.
How could Aki not give in?
He tried to think, figure out any safe way he could fuck him here. But his mind was clouded and he didn´t even have condoms with him, they were all at home. At home...
"Angel?"
"Yes?"
"You mind driving home?"
He raised a suspicious eyebrow. His body starightening up, trying not to keep rocking forward. "I got condoms at home." His clouded eyes peeked up. "And gloves," Aki added.
"But Denji and Power-"
"Don´t worry."
Aki reached for his phone still buried in the pocket of his pants. He dialed Denji's number faster than ever. A yawn screeched through the speaker.
"Aki? What`s up?"
"I'll give you 1000 Yen if you leave the apartment with Power for two hours and don`t ask any questions."
Aki's face was deprived of any emotion, while Angel just stared. The mere absurdity of that offer was insane enough. Yet Aki's face remained stern and confident.
"Ohhh, Aki, are you having sex-"
"I said no questions."
Denji''s tone was mocking as always, but Aki was having nothing of it. He needed to get this over with as soon as possible. "Right, right." A shuffle was heard from Aki's phone. "Power! Wake up, Aki's kicking us out."
Angel was still speechless, glancing back at Aki's smirk. Cocky bastard. Angel felt a hand caress his thigh. Up and down, slowly and teasing. He closed his eyes, biting back a whimper. Aki chuckled, mouthing "cute" to him, as if he wasn´t laying here with a massive hard-on himself.
Power's screeching from the line snapped him out of his trance. "Huh?! Aki, how dare-"
"No questions! There`s 1000 yen on the line!"
Denji interrupted her, yelling even louder. "Ew, I swear, if he's getting laid I'll never set foot in here again." A "meow" echoed through the speaker. "Probably, who cares, free money. Bye, Aki! Use protection, I don`t want you pregnant!"
"Denji, that's not how-"
He had hung up before Aki could finish his sentence. He sat up, keeping Angel in his lap. Aki leaned in, hovering above the naked skin on his neck, carefully brushing away a strand of hair.
"God, I wanna kiss you," he whispered against the soft flesh beneath him. His breath was burning Angel's skin.
He craved it, craved being wanted, being touched. He'd die for it, just like Aki would die to feed into his desires. His hands found Angel's ass, squeezing him through his jeans. He yelped, steading his body in order to not collide with Aki's mouth, still breathing against him.
He clawed at his shoulders, tears resting in the corner of his eyes as he began to roll his hips again. "Aki...", he whimpered lowly, tilting his head to the side. If hot breath was all he could get, he wanted it everywhere possible. Aki steadied his hips.
"Patience. We have to drive back first."
Another squeeze to his ass, as Aki ghosted the words along his skin. Angel whined in frustration. He arched his back into Aki's touch, all protest dying inside him.
"I can´t give you what you want just yet."
Angel hated that he was right. How he just wanted to stay like this, grinding against Aki. But some unknown urge inside him pleaded with him to be fed. He wanted to actually be touched. Touch and be touched. Another rock of his hips accompanied by a frustrated whine.
"C'mon, you can hold it out until we are home."
Aki's hand on his ass kneaded softly, his words still burning into his skin. It was frustrating how soft Aki was now, compared to when they started. Like he´s suddenly give everything to pleasure Angel.
With a groan he removed himself from Aki's lap, crawling back into the passenger seat. He found his hoodie there, putting it back on – for safety only. Angel pulled the pockets down over his boner, as if that would hide anything Aki hasn´t seen already. A rumble followed, as Aki squeezed himself back into the drivers seat.
Now he was sure that his license would get revoked, if someone caught them. He started the engine, fully intending to get home as fast as possible.
Angel usually liked car rides, but the constant reminder in his pants made it difficult to focus on anything but what they were about to do. Occasionaly he stole a shameless glance at Aki's crotch, just to verify that he was also still in the same position – and god, it made everything so much worse.
Having those human desires just because he was in a human body was bad enough. Angel despised it, despised that humans had structured their societial norms with complete disregard of that topic. Despised that he couldn´t get off whenever he actually needed, but rather when society deemed it acceptable.
But that was nothing compared to what he was feeling now. Never in his life had he ever felt those urges with such intensity. He kept shifting in his seat, hoping, begging it would ease it at least somewhat. Frustrated didn´t even begin to describe it. It took all his strength to not start touching himself right here. Especially because he knew Aki was suffering the same fate, he could see it.
A glance outside the car window. They were still so, so far away from Aki's apartment, he might die on the way there. A moan spilled out of him as he wiggled around in his seat again. Immediatly, he felt Aki's eyes on him, scanning him. Fuck it, what was the point in hiding anything? They both knew where they were headed and why they did just that. Why did he care? His body was screaming at him for relief, he needed it.
"Aki...", Angel whined, his head rolling over to the side to face him.
His eyes bored through him, just as cloudy as before. Aki didn´t want to look, he knew if he would, he´d disregard of any speed limits in an instant.
"Aki..."
It echoed through his head again, more raw, more desperate this time. His foot pressed the gas pedal down further.
"Aki..."
Angel's voice was nothing more than a whine now. A plea, a beg for Aki to just hurry.
"Mhm-!"
This time Aki turned his head. Angel was pressed into the seat, eyes half open, meeting his glare. His hand was folded over the bulge in his pants, rubbing slow circles over it. His hips twitched upwards with every motion. That was enough for him, he slammed the pedal down as hard as he could, startling Angel. He didn't say a word, he couldn't, otherwise he would have dragged Angel right back in his lap and fucked him raw, with complete disregard of how he'd die in minutes. He would have died happy at least.
He reached his apartment in record time, praying that nobody from Public Safety would find out about how and why he got there this fast. He staggered out of his car, guiding Angel to his front door. In all his hurry he almost couldn't fumble out his keys.
When he finally did, he staggered through the door with just as much coordination as a drunk would have. But he was sober, painfully sober. A drink could have rationalized the fact that he wanted Angel, a Devil, this disgustingly bad. Aki made a mental note to blame it on his sexual frustration later, after he had already finished and woke up in cold regret. Who cared about tomorrow? Surely not Aki, not when he had Angel ready to beg for him right in his apartment.
Aki rushed to the bathroom, where he kept the satin gloves he wore at work ever since partnering with Angel. "Bedroom's on the right," he instructed in a hurry, half inside the bathroom already. Aki grabbed the gloves as fast as humanly possible, returning to the bedroom in a blink.
Angel was sat on the edge of his bed, legs clearly pressed together, hoodie once again pulled over his crotch. Was he getting shy now? After everything that happened in the car?
His face was flushed down to his neck, eyes practically pleading with Aki. He approached the Devil in front of him slowly, handing him a pair of gloves. His heart hammered in his chest. What was he nervous for? Angel retracted his legs up to his chin, eyes wandering over to somewhere, anywhere, just not Aki's gaze.
"Are you sure about this?", Aki inquired.
Maybe reality had hit him. It should have hit Aki as well, but missed completely. He still wanted this, wanted it so bad. But Angel seemed to hesitate. He had put on the satin gloves to reach for Angel's hand, stroking slow circles over it.
"We don't have to do anything, Angel." He was still avoiding his eyes, knees drawn up even further as it seemed. A small whisper echoed from him, inaudible to Aki.
"Say that again?"
"I don't know how this works," Angel admitted, eyes now closed in what appears to be shame.
It almost made Aki chuckle, he was actually adorable.
"What exactly?"
"Sex."
Bluntness Aki didn't expect.
"We don't have to have sex."
To be quite honest, Aki had no idea how he'd have actual sex with Angel as well. Condoms, sure. But the rest? How would he prepare Angel? Or did Angel expect to be the one topping? Aki didn't really care for that. Angel seemed to have taken the bait, warmin up to the idea again. His clouded eyes met Aki's, still showing that faint hint of shyness
"Can you do the work? This is killing me."
Angel seemed to accept that as a sufficient explanation. His small hands stopped puling his hoodie down, instead reaching for the gloves laid out next to him. Aki carefully pushed him down on his back, climbing over his frame.
"Lazy in bed as well, huh?"
The tease didn't register in Angel's brain. He felt his hoodie being pushed up to his chin, enough to expose his chest. Aki wasted no time anymore. He had what he wanted right under him. His gloved hand reached for Angel's chest. So soft, he felt it through the gloves. His hand skimmed over the flesh, groping and squeezing gently. Angel stared down at himself, observant of the way Aki touched him.
"A-Aki-!", Angel cried out, as he found his nipples. He pinched them between his thumb and pointer, rolling it around. "Mhmm-," Angel whined, pressing his legs together on instinct.
One of Aki's hands reached between his thighs.
"Ah-!?"
A confused whine escaped him. Aki pushed his thighs apart, maneuvering himself inbetween them. "Keep those open for me," he demanded, his hand now stroking along his thigh. The other hand kept twisting his nipple around, now switching from simple pinches to something more.
Aki had taken it between his index finger and middle finger, letting the bud glide along the length of those. Enough pressure to feel good, not enough to end up painful. He was sure he had figured out every trick the human body had to offer - but this? Angel's skin was burning under Aki's touch, his body bending into it like he'd die without it. His head spun every time he felt Aki's hand stroke along his inner thigh.
Honestly, it was too much at once to pinpoint. Angel wanted to protest, his body yelling for friction, since Aki had decided to touch him anywhere but where it actually mattered. Every stroke of his thigh, every ounce of pressure on his chest, it shot straight to his dick. Every twist had him throwing his head further back into the pillow.
His back arched off the bed, desperately trying to reach Aki. But all he recieved was an even harsher pinch to his nipple. This was too much, Angel was about to cry and beg for Aki to touch him, somehow. Anything would do, as long as it happened fast.
"Ak- Mhm-!"
His hips thrusted upwards, as he felt Aki squeeze his thigh. He was doing this on purpose, he had to know what he actually wanted. Angel's fists clawed at the bedsheets, almost tearing them to shreds.
"Ple- Ah- Please!"
Tears formed in the corner of his eyes, leaking onto the pillow. He shut them, forcing the tears out. Angel felt Aki bend forward again, towering over him. Finally, he had to take the chance. In an instant his hips shot up, grinding against Aki fast and hard. His head pressed into the pillow, as he reached the friction he had desperately tried to find earlier.
"Fuck, yes-!", he whined, his hips steadily shooting upwards against Aki's frame. Aki let go of his thigh, giving Angel the chance to wrap his legs around his waist, pulling him in. He stilled his hips for a second, catching his breath.
His eyes met Aki's in a haze. Angel, raw and needy under him, completely fucked out from nothing at all. Aki was dizzy off the sight alone. He was mind numbing, it almost made his chest ache. Something so beautiful was getting ruined under him, under his touch, under his control.
"Don't tease," Angel demanded now that his breathing had steadied again. Aki found himself staring – this time he actually caught it. But who could blame him this time? Angel was a mess, a mess because of him.
Auburn hair spread out on his pillow, halo glimmering over him, wings flapping every time Aki pulled a new sensation out of him.
"Sorry, you're pretty like this."
Pretty when you fall apart, he wanted to add.
Angel settled for something resembling a pout. "I don't get what humans like about teasing so much. I always see it in porn. It's pure torture, don't do that to me," Angel's tone was as flat as it could be. He watched pornß Another thing Aki put on the list of things-to-consider-about-after-post-nut-clarity. He gave Angel a soft smile.
"It's fun. You get to see how a single touch can make a person cry out and turn into a puddle." It almost felt stupid explaining the appeal of teasing to someone, to a Devil. All while he was still on top of Angel, his legs around Aki's waist, still hard and just as desperate. If he could see himself he'd understand for sure. Angel raised a questioning eyebrow.
"Sounds like sadism, Aki."
God, his voice. He was breathess, still. The tone was lower than usual. His name melted on Angel's tongue. His rosy lips looked so kissable. Just a quick kiss, nothing more. How he wished, yearned for that. It couldn't cost him much. A day? Two? What's two days less to live, if he could die tasting Angel on his tongue? He wanted it, wanted it almost more than his sanity wanted him alive. He'd look so pretty with his lips swollen from kissing, wet with saliva, breathing out his name like it would grant him salvation.
"Aki?" It snapped him back to reality, that sweet, lust-driven voice.
"Can I?"
"Can you what?"
"Tease you?"
Aki tried his best to remember where the first time he apparntly asked this question went. Had he been that caught up fantasizing? He blinked at Angel, nodding out of habit. He hadn't even registered what exactly he asked, but truth be told Angel could have asked him for anything right now and he would have gladly given in.
Without hesitation Angel began wiggling out of their current position, commanding Aki to lay on his back. Of course, Aki obeyed. He probably didn't even possess the capability to refuse. The Devil made himself comfortable in his lap again, making sure to avoid his boner when sitting down.
"So much for 'letting me do the work'," not like Aki particularly cared. He liked that Angel took some initiative. He recieved a shrug as an answer, before Angel set down to work. His slim hands lazily unbuttoned Aki's shirt, not noting how he observed every move. With his shirt hanging open, he started to trail his fingers down and back up all over Aki's torso. His fingertips brushing the skin faintly at every trail. Ghostly touches adorned Aki's skin. It didn't do much for Aki, but Angel stayed attentive during all of it.
He studied the way Aki's chest rose and fell, how his breath hitched when he brushed a spot that was actually sensitive. He was fascinated, fed by curiosity alone at first. But after learning Aki's reactions, he moved on to more. His hips bucked forward every few touches, just enough to serve as a lightining flash of pleasure. That, on the other hand, was a lot more effective.
Slowly, Aki's position slumbed, anticipating those blissful seconds. He was about to ask if Angel was getting the gist of teasing now, so that they coud finally move on from this, when he felt hot breath on his neck. Another roll of Angel's hips, this time slower, intentionally dragged out. A moan spilled from Angel'S lips – right into his ear. He froze, legs tensing up.
"Aki, I want you bad. Very, very bad."
A filthy whisper started to fill his ears, lustful and needy. There it was again, that desperate voice Angel gained when he was horny. Aki couldn't answer. His thoughts were being interrupted by another roll of Angel's hips. Harder, but still dragged out. Aki had to bite down on his lip to stop the possibly very embarassing noise that was about to leave him.
"I wanna suck your dick."
Angel whispered again, immediatly following it up with a next grind against him.
"Aki, fuck me."
A demand, no doubt. There was no hesitation in his voice. Angel was serious to the core. The fingers were completely abandoned, Angel opted to grab his shoulders instead, grinding against him again. Harder, more desperate than before.
"I wanna ride you, let you move my hips any way you want."
Heat rushed to Aki's cheeks – and dick. It couldn't be helped, he met Angel's thrusts halfway, groaning upon impact. Where did he learn to be so filthy with his words? He truly was more Devil than Angel. Aki reached for his waist, holding him closer.
"Angel...", Aki huffed. He didn't expect this night to end with their roles reversed. Angel leaned in impossibly closer, almost touching his ear.
"Please, Aki... I wanna make you cum-"
Both of them suddenly froze in their tracks. Aki felt a vibration in the pocket of his pants. A call, seriously? Right now? If this is Denji, he'd actually kill him this time.
Aki muffled a rushed "sorry", fully intending to decline the call and throw his phone across the room. Angel sat patiently in his lap, staring up at him. Frustarted he took out his phone, but once again froze as he saw who called him.
Clear as day, the caller ID read "Makima".
Aki cursed himself, cursed Makima, cursed the world for the timing. "I gotta, I'm sorry," he whispered, bringing his index finger to his lips to signalize Angel to be quiet. Aki attempted to straighten up his posture, as if that would make him sound more sophisticated.
"Hello?"
The best he could do was to at least try not tos sound like he had spent the last minutes grinding up against Angel. Honestly, he had no idea if he sounded as breathless as he thought. Who would be able to take a serious work call with a huge boner and a hot guy, that just openly admitted and practically begged to make you cum positioned right in his lap? Certainly not Aki, he was fighting for his life.
"Hello, Aki," Makima's voice was as professional as ever. "I was just wondering how the evening is progressing? Were you able to get to know Angel better?"
Oh, the irony, Aki could taste it in the air.
Makima most definitely didn't mean dry humping against each other with "getting to know Angel better", but Aki sure as hell got to see Angel in ways he never has before. If god existed, he was definitely playing a prank on him right now, he had to. There was no way his life wasn't some elaborate joke at this point.
"Uhm," Aki began, because how does one explain to their boss that yes, they have been getting to know each other better – to the point of being ready and willing to bet their life just to get his dick sucked. Angel would be pretty on his knees, so very pretty. His mouth full of him, his eyes watering. His hips bucking into nothing when- This wasn't the time to think about Angel like that, not with Makima on the phone.
"Yeah, we have been getting along."
Not a lie, not a lie at all. Aki glanced over to Angel in his lap. Up until now he had just been staring at his ceiling, intentionally avoiding the temptation right in front of him.
"I'm glad to hear. Are you still out? What are you doing?"
Yes, what was he doing?
Aki resumed his focus back on the ceiling, gathering his sanity to make up a lie about what he could actually be doing this late with a Devil. "We're still-"
Aki felt the weight in his lap shift. Immediatly all his attention he devoted to the ceiling rushed back, staring right ahead. Only to find Angel had wiggled from his lap down in front of him – on his knees, right between his legs.
Aki's eyes widned, his head shaking on instinct. Angel remained silent, his eyes focusing on the very obvious tent in Aki's pants right in front of him. Aki swallowed hard and dry, the sight alone got him twitching again. It was almost like Angel had read his mind earlier.
"Aki?", Makima's stern voice vibrated through his clouded skull.
"My apologies."
Professionalism, professionalsim... How could he stay professional during all of this?
"We're still at the restaurant. Denji had been ordering seconds and- Mhm-!"
Aki bit back a moan, just barely in time. His head shot down. Angel's hands had found their place on his thighs. His head right up against his boner, giving it small kisses. Angel didn't stop once he felt Aki's gaze on him, it only served as encouragement. Kisses turned into licks and suction. He bit his lip to muffle the noise threatening to escape him.
"Aki? Is everything alright?"
"Yes, sorry about that."
He took a deep breath, closing his eyes to focus. Anything to avoid thinking about the sinfully good sensation Angel kept inflicting on him. "We will be busy for a while more. Everyone is enjoying themselves." Never in his life has keeping his voice steady felt like such a challenge. But Angel was merciless, keeping up with kisses, licks and what not.
Aki didn't want to imagine it. Or rather wouldn`t dare right now. How he would have loved to look, loved to thrust up against Angel's mouth. Make him do so much more than just kitten licks.
"That's good to hear. When will Angel be back?"
He could faintly hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down. But giving that his attention meant death. Aki's free hand twisted in the bedsheets, grabbing them so hard his knuckles turned white, praying Angel wouldn't start sucking him off this second.
"I think aroun- Ah-!"
Then he felt it, a hot mouth wrapping around his clothed boner. He was still wearing his boxers, but the feeling was incredible. Involuntarily his hips bucked into it. Aki had to force himself to stop. He shut his eyes tightly, grabbing the sheets even harder, overplaying his slip up with a cough.
"I'm sorry, something got stuck in my throat."
Another deep breath, sucking in all the focus he could gather right now. "We'll be late," was what he settled for. Aki prayed it woud be enough. He heard a muffled "mhm" from the other line. Makima spoke again, but it didn't register with Aki. He felt the vibrations of a moan against his hard-on.
That was enough. Angel wanted to play games? Fine by him.
Aki reached for his head, pulling him right into his crotch, impossibly closer. He finally dared to shift his eyes downwards, finding a surprised Angel taking in the bulge in his pants. That alone wouldn't do. Aki's foot reached out to where the Devil's own bulge was, applying pressure.
Angel gasped around him, but Aki shoved him close again, mouthing a "quiet" to him.
"I have to go now, Makima. I think Denji is starting some trouble. Goodbye."
He didn't wait for a reply from Makima, he couldn't. Aki hung up as fast as possible, tossing his phone somewhere behind him. Now he could devote all his attention back to Angel. Angel, who had his mouth full of his still clothed dick, already struggling.
"What was that about?", Aki pressed, pulling Angel by his hair so he had just enough room to speak. His doe eyes met his, still needy. "I get why you like teasing now," the smirk even audible in his voice.
He looked so wrecked, just from being pressed up agsainst him. Angel grinded forward on the foot that was still stepping on him, a shy moan leaving his lips. His head rested against Aki's thigh, eyes on his boner.
"Aki," he began, voice lazy. Angel's pointer finger trailed circles around the bulge.
"Please, let me suck it. I wanna blow you so bad."
His eyes met his again, full of desperation. He sounded like he'd die if Aki wouldn't let him suck him off. But how could he deny that request in the first place? Not when Angel was this into it. Not when Aki was on the verge of snapping himself. He needed it bad after everthing Angel put him through. Plus Angel looked so good just mouthing his erection – he'd look even better with his actual dick in his mouth. Drooling for it, eyes filling with water.
Aki needed to see it. It would be more fun, though, to tease him about it as well. As payback for what he put him through earlier. "If you ask me nicely," Aki cocked his head, anticipating Angel's usual back talk.
At first all he recieved as a raised eyebrow. But when he withdrew his foot on Angel's crotch just a bit, it kickstarted something in him.
"Aki, please," Angel shifted to face Aki once again. "Please, please. I want to do this so bad." Angel's hips thrusted up into air, still expecting Aki to be there. A whine left his mouth upon realizing.
"Fuck, c'mon! I beg you!"
Aki stared down in disbelief, blinking rapidly at the boy under him. He didn't think Angel, who usually was so indifferent about everything, would bethis eager just to suck dick. This was hotter than anything Aki had experienced before.
There was no more holding back at this point. Aki reached behind him, searching the drawers for condoms. He fished out a pack and rolled a condom over his cock. Aki held it up right in front of Angel's mouth. "You sure abo-" he didn't get to finish the sentence. Angel was already taking in the tip. Clumsy, to be fair, but still eager. Angel's mouth stretched around the length, slowly taking in more.
"Just do as much as you can manage," Aki adviced, letting his hand rest on his head again for guidance. Angel hummed around him, making him shiver. Angel took about half when he started moving his head back and forth. His right hand reached out to hold onto the part of Aki he couldn't down. His movemnets were slow at first, testing the waters. But they were agony for Aki. Angel's mouth was hot, wet, and everything he desired right now. It took all of his strength not to start fucking his mouth right here. He looked just as pretty as Aki imagined it.
Angel started gaining some speed, but promptly choked when he took too much. "Angel, don't push yourself, you're doing great." Aki tried to encourage him, after all this was the first time he had probably ever done anything like this. He shouldn't be selfish.
Angel's brows furrowed, trying to take more of him as if to prove a point. Aki's hand stroked his red hair. "You're so pretty," he huffed. Aki swear he saw Angel clutching his thighs together, but he had no time to react.
The Devil had taken his dick out of his mouth, only to lick the underside up to his tip and slam down until half way again. Then, when he moved back up, he started swirling his tongue along the shaft.
Aki shivered, his grip in his hair tightening. Angel noticed immediatly, repeating the motion had a gradually faster pace. It made Aki bite back a moan. His hand offered just a pinch of guidance.
"Yes, fuck, like that, Angel, so good."
Now aki definitely saw it, the way Angel's thighs pressed together when Aki praised him. His eyes flew shut, as if to block something out. It gave Aki an idea.
"So, so good, Angel," he cooed, his voice low. "You're doing so well." Angel's body tensed, losing focus on the task at hand for a second. But he quickly regained his rhythm, almost using it as a distraction. His tongue circled Aki's tip again, longer this time, then drawing his tongue back in.
"Fuck, yes," Aki moaned, not really caring anymore about the noise escaping him. "Keep going, Angel. Almost there," he tried to keep his voice soft and steady, but it was driving him insane.
Not only the way Angel's mouth worked on him, but also seeing him crumble with every praise he gave him. This time, though, Angel took out his dick. He stared up, completely wrecked, eyes half-lidded.
"Aki, I...", he breathed, squirming and shifting in his position.
"I want to-"
"Touch yourself."
Angel's eyes flew open, as if granted immediate salvation. In seconds he unbuckled his pants, not even bothering to pull them down. He reached into them, his body slumping over.
"Ha...", he moaned, his hand going faster. Normally Aki didn't consider himself a voyeur – but this? He could watch Angel masturbate for hours, The desperation in his eyes reflecting in his movements. It was beautiful in a way. He could have cum from this alone, but he'd rather not. Aki wanted nothing more than to finish in Angel's mouth.
"Angel?", he asked, interrupting his movements. Angel raised in head partly, not once stilling his hand. "Mhm-", was all Aki recieved as a reply.
"You've been so good before, I'm sure you can make me finish."
Angel whined, his eyes closing again. His breathing was unsteady, hsi hand still moving up and down. But he resumed his original position, taking in Aki's dick again. The rhythm he had previously established was off now that he busied himself with his own pleasure. But Aki didn't mind. Every stroke made him moan around his cock.
A series of mewls fell from his lips, all while still trying to focus on Aki. It only served as fuel. The sight of Angel touching himself, while his mouth was full of Aki's dick, was all it took.
"So good, I'm so close."
Angel whined, his hips thrusting upwards to meet his hand halfway. He moaned around him again. Falling forward, taking inmore of the cock. That was all it took. "Fuck, Angel, I'm-" Aki tried to warn him, but he felt his body tense up in that second, spilling hot inside the condom. Another low moan fell from his lips as he came.
Angel pulled away immediatly once Aki stopped twittching in his mouth. He looked even more fucked out somehow. Aki got rid of the condom as fast as he could manage, tucking himself back into his boxers. Under him, Angel's hand stilled. Had he cum already? But Angel didn't look satisfied – only worse, honestly.
"Aki...", he moaned again, clinging to his leg. "Aki, please, this is exhausting."
His eyes were nothing but a pure plea. "Make me cum, I need it."
He felt the way Angel grinded against his leg. It gave Aki an idea. "Of course. You did so good, Angel. Come here." He gestured to his thigh, spreading his legs a bit more. Angel complied, hopping on immediatly. Angel's arms wrapped around Aki's neck instinctively.
"You can use it however you need to," Aki instructed. Angel didn't hesitate, grinding forward in an instant. Slow at first, but once he got comfortable, he picked up speed.
"Aki! Ah-", Angel choked, his head buried in Aki's neck.
"Just keep going, Angel," he encouraged, placing his hand on the small of his back. Angel cried out again, a string of moans leaving him. "C-can you-? Mhm-"
Aki knew, after all Angel was incredibly lazy. "Sure, don't worry."
Aki reached around to grab his hips, moving them along his thigh.
"F-faster."
He slammed him down on him, meeting his thigh harder every time. Angel's hand twisted onto Aki's shirt, turning into a mess of moans. "F-fuck. I- mhm-! Close-!", he cried out again, his back arching into the touch. Aki moved his hips even faster.
"Ah- Aki-!" His name was barely distinguishable from any regular moans. He was so far gone, so close – and Aki was dying to see him cum.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck-! I-! Cl-", Angel cut himself off with a high moan. His body fell forward into Aki's lap, freezing for a second. The wings on his back started twitching uncontrollably. Aki kept moving his hips, slower now.
"That's it, just ride it out, Angel."
Slowly, Angel moved back up, coming down from his high. His eyes were stained with tears, his hair a mess. Angel's breathing steadied slowly as he met Aki's eyes. "Fuck, tired...", he complained to nobody in particular. Aki let out a shy laugh, laying Angel down on his bed.
"I didn't think you'd be into praise," he teased him.Angel rolled onto his side, avoiding the accusation. "Fuck you," he shot him back.
"Not good?"
Did he actually upset Angel? Not like he'd go around telling others he had a praise kink, but maybe that was something he didn't want to be known? Angel rolled back around to face him. "Next time you can praise me for how well I ride you."
"Next time?"
Not that Aki was apalled to the idea, quite the opposite. But to think Angel wanted more of this? "I meant all those things I whispered to you," Angel admitted, his tone now shy, instead of his usual flat one. Aki struggled to process the situation. He was still sitting at the edge of his bed, staring down a Devil, who had just sucked him off.
"Where do you you think Denji and Power went?" Angel stretched out his limbs, a white feather falling from his wings.
"I don't know. Hopefully not anywhere near us."
Angel almost laughed. Then he slowly rose from the bed. "I'll take a shower. My underwear is all sticky and gross." With that Angel trailed around the bed, vanishing into the hallway. Aki still sat on his bed, comprehending what just happened. Oh, there will be a second time, most definitely.