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Hels is in bliss. He and Ex are curled around each other on top of one of the hideous green armchairs that Ex makes fun of every time he comes over to Hels' base, sharing slow, languid, deep kisses. Hels lets his hands roam, slides his thumb around the edge of Ex's chestplate, strokes along his pale neck, slips down his long back, under the bases of his folded wings. And then, in a moment of half desire, half teasing, he slides the hand down just a little further to cup his boyfriend's ass.
And then, Ex freezes, stammers out something about needing to use the restroom, and scrambles to his feet, leaving only the sound of a hurriedly closing door in his wake.
Hels buries his face in his hands.
Why would he run?
To be fair, it's not exactly new; in fact, it happens all the time. Hels gets nice and close to his boyfriend, gets his helmet off so he can see his pretty red eyes and long, curly black hair, kisses him breathless, pets his chest and arms and back over his armor. Ex always seems to like that, if his soft noises and the way he moans little utterances of "Helsie" and "babe" are anything to go by.
It's when Hels starts to get handsy that he inevitably stutters out some half-assed excuse and flees.
Sighing, Hels gets up and stomps over to the bathroom. He knocks on the door. "Babe, come out here. We need to talk."
The door cracks open. "What?" Ex's voice is sullen, and there are tremors running through it. He pokes his head out, and Hels feels his stomach sink at the sight of those red eyes. They're filled with tears. Ex has been crying, because of him.
Hels takes Ex's hand, gently. "Come here, baby. Come sit with me," he says, much more softly. He guides Ex to sit with him on that same hideous armchair, brushes away a single fallen tear. "I don't like it when you're sad. Tell me what's wrong?"
Ex sniffs and shrugs. "I- I dunno."
Hels frowns, shifting in his seat. "I just. I noticed that when I try to take things further with you, you run from me. Do you not like having sex?" He scrunches up his shoulders as another thought occurs to him. "Do you not want to have sex with me?"
Ex gasps and grabs Hels' gloved hands in his own. "No, no babe. It's- it's not either of those things. It's- it's just..."
"Just...?"
Ex looks away, then whispers, "When you see me... I don't- I don't think you'll like it, Helsie."
"Why wouldn't I?" Hels asks, squeezing Ex's hands back. "It's you, babe, and I like you."
Ex's shoulders shrug nearly up to his ears. "It's... it's ugly. It's not human. I just don't want to lose you."
"You won't lose me," Hels promises, kneading his fingers into Ex's tense shoulders to loosen them. "You're stuck with me now." He grins, and relief swells in his chest as Ex snorts out a tiny laugh. "Besides, what about your body could possibly be horrible enough that I would leave you? You have scales, I already know about those. So what? Old scars? Yeah, I have those too."
Ex breathes deeply. "I... I want to show you." He looks up at Hels, and smiles weakly. "As bad of an idea it is to trust anyone here... I trust you, Hels."
Between the statement and Ex calling him just "Hels" instead of "Helsie", with such earnest seriousness, Hels feels funny and warm. "I trust you, too, Ex."
Ex swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Come on then," he says, standing. "It would probably be best to be in a bed for this."
They walk, hand in hand, to Hels' bed, Hels feeling his confusion only grow as Ex turns away and starts loosening his armor. Pauldrons and chestplates clang into a heap on the floor, gauntlets and boots are gently eased off, a tunic is wrestled around a pair of huge wings and tossed carelessly to the ground. Now wearing only his pants, Ex perches uneasily on the edge of the bed, and Hels feels like he's burning up as he looks his fill, his cock starting to grow hard as pulses of arousal thrum through his body.
Ex's skin is olive-tan, though a little sallow from being sunless for so long, muscles rippling under its soft surface crisscrossed with pale scars. Patches of glittering ruby scales adorn his shoulders and chest, and he's sure there are more on his back, at the base of his wings and tail. The tips of his fingers and toes are dark grey, and tipped with short, wickedly curved red claws.
Hels thinks he's gorgeous.
"Ex, babe," he whispers reverently. "What were you worried about? You're so handsome."
Ex shudders. "C'mere. I'll show you."
Hels sits on the edge of the bed, and Ex lies back, his wings fanning out huge and red and black over the duvet. Hels takes his hand to comfort him, and Ex smiles weakly and squeezes it, before pushing down the waistband of his pants with the other and kicking them away.
Hels blinks.
"Oh," he says, gently. "I didn't know you were trans."
Ex squeezes his eyes shut. "I'm not," he huffs. "I've always been male-presenting. Since I first existed. And I've also always had a cunt."
"And you thought I'd leave you over that?" Hels asks, incredulously.
"Yes- no- I don't know!" Ex groans. He covers his eyes. "But the thing is, it's not just a cunt, and if you didn't leave me over just having a cunt, then..." He shivers and crosses his arms.
Hels takes another peek. "It looks like the standard innie to me," he says, raising an eyebrow.
Ex snorts out another aborted little laugh, before his smile fades. "I... Do you mind touching me?"
Hels rolls his eyes. "What kind of question is that, you derp? I've only been trying to get you to let me touch you for-"
"Okay, okay, I get it," Ex interrupts him, sounding gruff, but still smiling a little bit. He takes Hels' hand in his, spreading his legs, and pulls his glove off before guiding the tip of his middle finger to his opening. "Here. See for yourself."
"Just the one?" Hels murmurs, checking in, his face feeling like it's in flames.
Ex takes a deep, shivering breath, and nods. "If you please."
Hels nods. They both take another steadying breath, in unison, then Hels gently pushes the tip of his finger into Ex's body. Ex's hips jump, and he hisses. Hels freezes.
"Are you alright?" Hels asks, alarmed.
"Yeah," Ex says, strained, experimentally shifting his hips around Hel's finger. "I've just never done this before. My body's not used to... taking anything."
"I see," Hels says, calmly, but internally, he's in shock. He's Ex's first? He supposes it would explain Ex's insecurity about his body. It just seems so criminal, though, that such a beautiful man hasn't been taken care of like he deserves. Hels promises himself that if Ex allows it, he's going to dedicate time every single day to worshiping his body. "Can I try something? It might make it easier."
Ex nods. "Yeah."
Hels smiles at him, turning the hand with the middle finger partially sheathed inside of Ex to brush his thumb over his slit. "Can I touch you here?" he asks.
"Yes, for void's sake," Ex groans, throwing his head back in exasperation. "I already said so."
"Alright, alright!" Hels says, snickering, holding up his unoccupied hand in mock surrender. "So impatient," he teases, then lets out a little yelp and a surprised laugh when Ex punches his shoulder a little harder than strictly necessary.
"Weakling," Ex taunts, but he's grinning.
Hels smiles back, all teeth. "Sadist."
"Derp."
Hels hums, his eyes going half-lidded. "Only for you, baby," he croons, gently parting the lips of Ex's vulva with his thumb, feeling his cock press insistently against his armor at the glimpse of the glistening deep pink inside.
Ex lets out another exasperated noise. "That was the most disgustingly sappy thi-ah!" Ex's complaint dissolves into a surprised moan as Hels slips his thumb into his slit and rubs slow, tight circles on his clit with the rough pad of it. Ex squirms, his stomach tightening, and groans. Hels watches in fascination, trailing his other hand over his hip and the side of his ribs, up to squeeze his pec and rub his nipple. Ex lets out a strangled noise, and his tail flicks up and wraps tightly around Hels' arm.
"G-gods," Ex whines, his voice breathy. "Helsie."
"Too much?" Hels asks.
"No," Ex manages. He flexes his hips, then says nervously, "You can probably go in a little further now."
Hels nods, petting Ex's side reassuringly, then curls his finger deeper into Ex's slick, hot channel.
And then he feels something...hard? He frowns, alarmed, probing a little more. It's smooth, whatever he's feeling. And sharp, at the tip. Feeling around, he finds there's more of the jagged shapes, protruding from Ex's walls at uneven intervals.
"Ex," he says, gently. "What are these?"
Ex looks at the ceiling, wings closing in close to his body, arms crossed, lips trembling. "They're teeth, Hels," he says bitterly. "I have teeth growing in my bits. So if we ever had sex, yeah, there's a chance I might bite your dick off with my cunt." He shrugs, quick and angry. "Kind of a turn-off, isn't it."
Hels swallows, withdrawing his wet finger gently. He doesn't think he's ever blushed this red before. And he's really, really fucking hard.
"Ex," he says, slowly, "I think you might be underestimating how much of a masochist I am."
There's a long pause. Ex stares at him, deadpan.
"There is no way-"
Hels covers his face. "Shut up!" he shouts. "Asshole."
"You're into getting your dick bitten off," Ex says flatly.
"Well- no-" Hels waves his arms around. "It's more the threat of it happening that does it for me." He clears his throat. "I'm just saying, if it were to happen- it's an easy fix, isn't it? Just get into the player data and reset a few values."
Ex stares some more.
"Stop staring and say something!" Hels says. Ex blushes, his throat bobbing as he tries to decide what to say.
"I..." Ex bites his lip. "I really want you, Helsie."
Hels groans at the sudden spike of arousal that thrums through his body and threatens to tip him over the edge, palming his cock. "Yeah? You want me to fuck you, baby?"
"Yeah," Ex breathes, looking up at Hels with hungry red eyes, pupils dilated wide.
Hels leans down closer, close enough to kiss, the front of his helm nearly touching Ex's forehead. "You want me to put my cock in you?" he purrs. "Make you feel nice and good and full?"
"You'd better, or else I'll rip your arms off," Ex says sweetly, eyes shining.
Hels snorts. "Better come up with a better threat than that," he says, "I'd probably like that."
"You would, you freak," Ex breathes.
"You love it."
"Of course I do, I love you," Ex says, then adds, "dumbass."
Hels kisses him. "I love you too, you infuriating man," he murmurs against Ex's lips. He hisses as Ex bites his lower lip, licks into Ex's mouth and tastes the coppery tang of blood on his fangs. Together, they wrestle with his armor, pulling it loose piece by piece and sending it skidding across the floor. He tugs his tunic and breeches off as Ex's fingers tangle through his shaggy dark blond locks and pull, hard, coaxing him closer, closer, until he finally presses his naked body against Ex's, ruts his weeping length against his boyfriend's thigh.
"And you said I was impatient," Ex remarks, letting out a soft, teasing chuckle. Hels rolls his eyes.
"You are," he grumbles. "This is all your fault."
Ex pouts mockingly. "Oh, poor you. So needy."
"I'll show you who's needy," Hels says darkly. He fists his cock in one hand while bracing himself against the mattress with the other, presses the head to Ex's fluttering opening. "All good?" he asks, softer.
"Yeah, go ahead," Ex says, and Hels nods and starts to push in. Ex whines, his head rolling back, legs hitching around Hel's hips and crossing at the small of his back. They groan in tandem when Hels finally hilts himself inside the tight warmth of Ex's body, and Ex squirms, adjusting to the feeling of being filled. "H-Helsie," he gasps. "Gods. This feels..." He trails off, opting instead to look with wide eyes at where they're joined, his cunt stretched wide around Hels' cock, their hips nestled together.
"Yeah," Hels agrees, biting his lip. Ex is wet and unbelievably hot around him, the flexible give of his walls contrasting with the dangerous feeling of the sharp little teeth jutting out, scraping against the delicate skin of his cock. One wrong move, and they could seriously hurt him, and Hels finds himself somehow getting even more aroused at the thought. Ex looks up and meets his eyes, red to red. He reaches up, wraps his arms around Hel's neck to tug him down and kiss him gently.
And then he pulls away, and whispers into Hels' ear, his breath warm, voice low and sultry:
"Fuck me, baby."
Hels growls. His body coils, withdrawing slightly, then he grips both of Ex's thighs to push his legs wide and slides back in with a grunt. Ex moans, gripping Hels' shoulder.
"Oh yeah," he moans as Hels pulls his hips back and thrusts again, and again, and again, "just like that Helsie, gods!"
"Mmm, Ex," Hels groans, curling over his boyfriend to mouth at one scaly shoulder. "You feel so good."
"Yeah?" Ex asks, looking at Hels with an expression that can only be described as pleading.
"Yeah," Hels reassures him through his panting, the steady smack of skin against skin echoing through the room. "You're doing so well, babe. Taking my cock so good."
"Hels," Ex whines. He reaches down between them and starts rubbing his clit, his whimpers climbing in pitch and his gasping breaths growing louder.
"I've got you, baby," Hels gasps out, bending to press their foreheads together as his thrusts grow shorter and faster, his hips stuttering. "I love you, gods, I love you."
"I'm- I'm gonna-" Ex cries out, his legs trembling and back arching. His wings flare wide, and Hels hears the sound of something shattering, but he can't bring himself to care because Ex's cunt is clenching and rippling around his length and the overwhelming pleasure-pain of it is enough to send him tipping over the edge after his boyfriend with a surprised, strangled moan.
Hels sits up slightly, his cock, soft and sore in a way that promises bruises later, sliding out of Ex's body, wincing when he sees Ex make a face at the mess he made. "Sorry, it caught me by surprise," he says sheepishly. Ex must've really worked him up more than he'd thought. "I should've asked."
"It's alright," Ex hums out. "It just feels weird."
Hels breathes out a laugh. "Yeah. We should probably take a shower after this."
Ex nods, but makes no move to get up. He licks his lips.
"I think I put a hole in your window," he says finally. "Your base isn't really wing-proofed."
"Fuck the window," Hels says, rolling over to lay next to Ex. Ex laughs, turns onto his side to face him, and cups his face.
"I don't think I would enjoy fucking broken glass. But of course you would, you kinky little bastard," Ex says, then kisses him sweetly on the cheek.
Hels smirks. "I guess it is true what they say about love, at least when it's yours." He turns and nips at Ex's shoulder, then whispers, grinning, "Love bites."
Ex's mouth drops open. "You did not just say that." Hels laughs, and Ex rolls his eyes. "I hate you," he grumbles, but the way his wing curls around to drape over Hels' body like a warm, heavy blanket says otherwise.
Hels' gaze softens- he knows what Ex is saying underneath all of the harsh words and growling- and he kisses Ex's cheek back. "I love you too, baby."