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Aki exhaled the smoke from his lungs gingerly, flaking the ash off into the ashtray on the nightstand at his right. "Have you ever thought about me naked?" Angel seemed to ponder it less seriously than Aki had asked.
"I don't think you'd like my answer."
Aki appeared to beg for the answer anyway with only a gaze, a slight aversion of sight, no words needed for Angel to know the question wasn't rhetorical but rather something Aki genuinely hoped warranted a reply.
Angel sighed. Hard. He occasionally loathed the late nights of admission, of vulnerability. It placed him in a state of unease, to be so honest yet want nothing but deceit. He never thought he'd have to admit that his worst nightmare was Hayakawa Aki naked. "...I like you as you are. Right now." The words left him slowly. He'd not wanted to dwell on it too long. "Clothed. That way I know I can't take your life from you."
A gloved hand came to fruition in Angel's periphery. "Don't you know how badly I long for something this simple?" Aki traced the plane of Angel's cheek with his thumb, making his way across to trace the shape of his bottom lip. Aki wished so badly he could make Angel's lips swollen with kisses.
"You long for something this simple, but you also long for something more complex..." Angel reminded him. He'd not forgotten of how Aki, unprompted, grabbed his hand to save Angel's life and nearly end his own. He'd not forgotten how lengthy stares grew flustered when caught—he knew. Angel was sure Aki knew that he knew.
Angel moved to sit in Aki's lap. The man was already sitting halfway up, propped on a pillow as he smoked his cigarette, the last one of the night. Angel's wings fed the embers with the slightest breeze. "Take the gloves off. At least let me feel a little human for a moment. These—feelings—already have me halfway there." Angel watched Aki attempt to divert the smoke elsewhere, towards the cracked door to the balcony rather than Angel's face. The sudden pressure on his groin made Aki sit up a bit more, caution consuming him.
"Angel—what if—?" He started, unable to finish before Angel caught him.
"We're both fully clothed. Aren't you the one who said it's fine if there's fabric in between?" Angel raised an eyebrow at him, beckoning him closer.
Aki could not deny it. "Mmh." Complacency hung over him like an omen. A talisman that this night would be safe, one to be remembered. Without protest, Aki's gloves found their way to the nightstand, beside the ashtray he'd been flicking ash into every few drags.
Angel moved his hips slowly at first, but such gentle and steady movements appeared to drive Aki wild almost immediately. "Y-You don't have to do this...just because I want to," Aki squirmed just slightly beneath Angel's touch through the bulge in his pants. He wanted more—he always knew the greed inside himself would want more, but being able to suppress that greed was proving to be increasingly difficult. Aki inhaled, ragged and overstimulated before he exhaled shakily into Angel's mouth the smoke from his drag of the cigarette, surprised he'd not coughed it out. Angel was treating him far too well tonight. Aki wondered what exactly Angel's plan was, but was fully prepared to go along with it.
Angel moved closer. "I'm doing this because I'm an angel..." he mumbled, the slightest complacency striking his features. He took the cigarette from Aki's hand, careful to not brush fingers as he put the stick to his lips and took a long, slow drag from their indirect kiss. He prayed Aki saw it as such. He took that drag like he'd smoked a thousand cigarettes. Aki had Angel wound around his finger so tightly that smoking appeared second nature to him. Months ago, such a situation would never carve itself out of Angel.
"Not like it's anything like the real thing," Angel exhaled, flaking off the ash and setting the cigarette on the outer edge of the ashtray on the nightstand. "But it's close.” He admitted. “I can deal with close."
"Angel—!" Aki moaned, partly due to pleasure, and partly due to proximity. Angel's face was far too close to his own. His cheeks were pink all the way up to the tips of his ears, his hands trembling at the slightest touch. How Angel had gotten this far without Aki placing a single touch to his crotch surprised even himself.
Aki's groans coincided with his harsh, pleasure-driven touches. He grabbed at Angel's waist with newfound desire, praying this sensual pressure on his pelvis never part from him. Aki could hardly say anything—pleasure was the only thing that seemed to erupt from his mouth at any given time. Angel rubbed against him so precisely, it was like a dream. To be this close to another soul that the conditions of his being deemed untouchable felt like the most controversial moment of all time.
"I wish I could deal with that sexy expression on your face..." Angel complained, continuing to rock his hips back and forth against Aki's groin with a newfound pace Aki seemed to like. It was unfortunately as close as he could get. "I'd kiss you all over if I could. Make a mess of you too."
Aki chuckled, feeling as Angel's hips clamped down on him in just the right way that made him beg for more. "Mmh! Y-Yeah—!" He groaned, grabbing two fistfuls of Angel's shirt and pulling him closer, almost too close.
Angel clicked his tongue against his teeth. "Well, I guess I don't have to touch your skin directly to make a mess of you, huh?" Angel smiled, this same smug grin he'd hardly managed unless he was truly, unconditionally enthused. The erotic expression on Aki's face, the slight displacement of his hair. Angel Devil had Hayakawa Aki in the palm of his hand.
"You're so hopeless..." Angel mumbled breathlessly, barely maintaining the strength to keep Aki's skin away from his own. Angel was compelled to kiss Aki until his face drained to blue, until oxygen no longer confined him. Angel wanted to touch him so badly it made his stomach ache. Angel settled to kiss his chest, his shoulders—all of him that hid beneath that God-forsaken long-sleeve shirt. Such kisses through fabric made Aki whimper and moan uncontrollably from Angel's touch.
Aki shied from such ideas of touching skin-to-skin, trying his damn hardest to resist the urges just as Angel was. "Hmm—hands—watch your hands..." he warned, running his fingers up Angel's lounge pants and feeling up his thighs beneath them.
"I should be telling you the same..." Angel shot back, feeling Aki's hand fall to Angel's crotch, his thumb running over what Aki assumed was the tip of Angel's dick based on touch alone, not sight. Angel confirmed the gesture immediately by how he squirmed beneath Aki's touch. "Mmh, Aki..." Angel's voice hitched on his name, throwing his head back so far he could barely focus.
"T-Touch me..." Angel demanded, his cheeks flushed, skin hot to the touch. The initial all-over body warmth consumed him at once as the stimulation threatened to send Angel over the edge right then and there. He humped Aki's groin a bit quicker now to compensate for the overstimulation. "F-Fuck—that's good—Aki!" Angel whined, feeling Aki's hands trace his dick faster as his orgasm took hold of him. He was on the cusp.
Then, Aki stopped all together.
"Hm?" Angel cocked his head to the side, flushed and bewildered at the audacity of such a complacent yet undone grin. Angel then understood. "N-No—keep going—please," he begged, wanting Aki closer, wanting to feel Aki all over his body.
"But you're so—erotic—when you're overwhelmed. I wanna see it...how you beg for me," Aki admitted, pushing his dark hair out of his face to better see the angel before him.
Angel glared a bit through his long eyelashes. "Aki...don't make me beg."
Angel figured he was stronger than this. He protested Aki’s silence for barely a minute. But damn, with the way Aki was eyeing him in such seductive silence, such strength was sapped from him in the same instant, and he caved.
"Please, Aki. Please, I need you to make me cum right now—it hurts. I need to—," Angel twitched and trembled madly. He was so close, yet Aki remained still. And the worst part, Angel couldn't force Aki's hand without siphoning off part of his existence.
Angel inhaled sharply, quickly. "I will tell you once," he rushed through his words, barely a breath to hold them all. He'd only say it once because he wasn't so sure he'd be coherent enough to say it a second time. "M-Make me finish, and my heart is yours."
"Trivial words from a Devil..." Aki remarked.
Angel hummed softly, trying to focus on the lack of stimulation and praying Aki would continue soon—as soon as possible. "There's a reason Angel comes first..." Angel mumbled breathlessly, pressing harder into Aki's chest with his forehead. His halo had a mind of its own as he tried to compose himself and failed.
You'd be right about that..." Aki grinned wholly, moving his hand in less predictable strokes. Angels did come first.
"Oh, Aki...Aki," Angel groaned, moving his hips with a similar pace to Aki's hand. He couldn't stop calling Aki's name, the syllables came to him so easily as he stuttered through them. Despite the ease of speech, Aki's name left imperfectly each time. "A-Aki—!" He moaned out shamelessly, trembling more and more as he grabbed Aki's shoulders for stability, if the gesture would grant him any. "C-Cumming—!" Angel's halo fell slightly crooked on his head as he came, such unmasked pleasures spewing from his mouth, such strong wings twitching in reflex to the slightest stimulation at his crotch.
"Angel, Angel, Angel..." Aki whined as his overstimulation grew to its breaking point. He inhaled sharply. "I'm gonna cum too—." Aki shut his eyes tight, focusing on just how overwhelming Angel's hands seemed to be, and just how erotic his hips were as they moved greedily against him.
Imperfect moans escaped from his throat as he came, pulling Angel closer by the waist and shoving his hips upward into Angel’s groin as if that was possible, feeling his dick pulsate such needy rhythm against him. Aki trembled madly as he did so, exhaling Angel’s name hot on his neck.
Angel winced a moment, the pressure nearly too great for him to handle. He grabbed a fistful of Aki’s shirt and yanked him closer to hide his face in Aki’s chest. Angel could feel Aki’s pulse down below as well as the quickened pace of his heart rate, all completely hidden from the naked eye if not for the deep blush shrouding his cheeks and ears.
Aki breathed unevenly, catching his breath with obvious struggle. "You're getting greedier each time we do this, Angel."
Greed was not something Angel had particular experience in, nor understanding. He, quite frankly, did not care how greedy he had been for Aki’s affection. He wanted it—needed it—and when the Angel Devil wanted something, he got it.
"Part of me's a devil, remember?" A smirk curved the corners of his mouth, his eyes half-lidded into a sensual slant.
“And, I believe this sin would be called lust…not greed,” Angel recalled, putting a thumb to his chin to ponder. He inhaled deeply and relaxed his shoulders, gazing upon the mess he’d made of Aki, how he’d been dazed between listening and staring deep into Angel’s soul. It was all the same to him, something seemingly impossible falling imperfectly into gloved hands.
“You’re my greatest sin, Hayakawa Aki.”