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Lio looked perfect like this, pinned underneath Galo and moaning his name, cheeks flushed pink and hair disheveled.
To be fair, Lio looked perfect no matter what: half asleep in the mornings and accidentally pouring cereal into his coffee mug, sitting on the fire escape in the evenings with the sunset reflecting in his wide purple eyes, and every single moment in between. But this was best of all, because Galo was the one touching him, giving him this pleasure. Every time their groins rubbed and brushed together it was clear that Lio’s erection was barely contained by his ridiculously tight pants. No reason to be shy about that, so Galo chased that pleasure instead, both his own and Lio’s, grinding against Lio as he sucked small pink marks into his neck.
“Galo— ” Lio managed, between gasps. “Galo, I need— ”
“Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what you like.”
“I...”
“Yeah?”
“I just— I don’t know. Shut up. Keep going.” Lio turned his head to the side and bit his lip. He didn’t sound upset, just... unsure? And that didn’t seem right, when it came to a guy like him. “Keep going,” he repeated.
“Lio...” Galo said, carefully. “You seem embarrassed. Has it been a long time for you or something?”
“Mm, don’t worry about it.”
“I’m not worried, I just wanna know! Am I gonna have to super blow your mind to make up for lost time?”
Now that he thought about it— how much time had Lio spent being the boss, not making any time for himself or for love? Yeah, Lio was that type: cool and collected, and romantic only after he’d taken care of his other priorities. It could have been months since he last slept with anyone, years even.
“I get the feeling you’re going to try to do that no matter what,” Lio said. “But you’re right, it’s been... a while.”
“Thought so! Don’t feel embarrassed if you come fast, the great Galo Thymos is especially great at sucking—”
“You’re lucky I like you,” said Lio, grinning. And he was right! Galo was super, extremely lucky that Lio liked him. Regardless of how many people he wasn’t dating, Lio definitely had half of Promepolis ready to take him if he asked.
Galo dove back in, pressing another eager kiss to the vulnerable skin of Lio’s neck and eliciting the most delicious of sounds from his soft pink lips. He tried to pull Lio closer, grabbing his slim hips, and Lio arched his back to match his effort.
“I wanna suck you off,” Galo hissed into Lio’s ear, in between kisses. “I wanna fuck you. I want you to fuck me.”
“You really never stop talking, huh?”
“Sorry, sorry. Do you hate it?”
“No, I love it,” Lio said, and Galo couldn’t help but imagine that one day being I love you. “Tell me more about what you’re going to do to me.”
“I’m gonna take off those stupid, tight pants. They drive me insane, you know that?”
“Yeah,” Lio said, panting. “You’re always staring at my ass.”
“Oh shit, you noticed.”
“I notice a lot of things. What else?”
“Gonna throw your legs over my shoulders and get nice and comfy in between them.” Even for Galo it was impossible to talk this much and still make out, so he contented himself with touching Lio instead, teasing his pert nipples. Lio visibly shivered at that; he’d have to make a note of it for later. “Gonna take your cock in my mouth, swallow you down.”
Galo reached down to cup Lio’s erection with one of his hands, and Lio immediately began rutting up against it, eager to claim the bliss that he so deserved. “Yeah, yeah, take it all,” he said, face damp with sweat.
“I’ll eat you out, too. Bet you taste so good down there, I’ll be there for hours.”
“Please, Galo, please—”
At the sight of Lio begging it occurred to Galo that he was halfway to creaming his pants, and they weren’t even doing any of this yet. Once they really got started, Galo thought, he probably wouldn’t be able to last long. “I’ll let you pull my hair if you want. I bet you’re into that stuff, bossing people around. Bet everyone comes back for more, too.”
“Galo— nngh—”
“And then I’ll— ah, Lio?”
Beneath him, Lio had stopped moving. As he laid there panting, it quickly dawned on Galo what had happened.
“That good, huh?” Galo asked, grinning.
Lio’s hands flew to his face, covering it. “Shut up,” he muttered.
“Not the first time I’ve made someone come in their pants,” Galo said. Though that kind of thing was always pretty flattering, and doubly so when it was with Lio. Everything seemed a little bit better with him, and how exciting was it to confirm that sex was no exception. “Are you seriously embarrassed? I told you, the great Galo Thymos is practically a sex god, and you get unlimited access to the extra-special VIP package!”
After a few deep breaths, Lio uncovered his face. He was still a gorgeous shade of pink, and his hair was ruffled and some of it stuck to his face in odd clumps, and he looked amazing. “I need a minute,” he said.
“Oh yeah?” said Galo, softer. “That’s cool. Want me to hold you?”
“I do,” said Lio. “Come closer.”
There wasn’t much closer to get, but Galo was more than happy to lie next to Lio, chest to chest. He seemed small in Galo’s arms, and he muttered his thanks when Galo wrapped his arms around him.
“There we go, cherry bomb,” Galo said, patting Lio’s head. He’d been serious about the VIP package. Lio let out a soft, wordless sound of approval, so Galo kept stroking his soft hair. “You’re so fucking hot when you come.”
Lio just sighed and reached his arms around Galo, like he was trying to burrow into him. He’d done that kind of thing a lot, ever since they’d gotten together, a kind of an attempt to relive the thrill of merging together to save the world. Cuddling wasn’t quite the same thing, and neither was sex, but they were both pretty damn great anyway.
The silence that followed was long and peaceful and only a little bit awkward, with Galo’s dick crammed awkwardly against Lio’s stomach, and it took everything in Galo to resist the urge to just... move. His boner wasn’t going away anytime soon with Lio like this, but maybe if Lio was too tired to do any work, if he’d just let Galo— no, no, that was weird. Maybe? Would Lio think it was weird?
“You’re still hard,” said Lio after what was probably only a few minutes of a silence that was, all right, actually extremely awkward.
“Well!” said Galo, as though it might be the start of some grand declaration, but he didn’t have much to say after that, and finished lamely with a “well, yeah.”
“Hmm.”
“You’re still sexy, I can’t help it,” Galo said, unyielding. Because it was true! Who wouldn’t be hard after seeing half the things he’d just seen, really.
“I bet you say that to all the guys. I hear firefighters are pretty popular with the public. Never really got it until now.”
“People love a man in uniform.”
Lio snorted. “So, not you.”
“Hey!”
“Guess the VIP treatment was just too good. I wanna jack you off.”
There was something about Lio saying jack off that was indescribably sexy, especially when he actually meant it in an oh Galo just jack off and go way, which he never said but he could say one day and that was almost as bad. “Yeah. Yeah, you can. Go ahead.”
“Bet you’re even louder when you’re being touched,” Lio said, syrupy sweet, as he reached under the blankets to find Galo, stiff as ever.
He was right, of course; Galo has always been loud, in general, and loud in bed specifically. The walls of his apartment were pretty thin, but when Lio wrapped his slim fingers around Galo’s cock he knew immediately that they’d be disturbing the neighbors.
Galo sighed as Lio began to stroke him, giving him the kind of relief he needed. “This good?” Lio asked, as though he didn’t know the answer already.
“Yeah— Lio— yeah— it’s good,” said Galo, punctuating each stroke with a word or two. “Faster, okay?”
Lio’s grip was tight around him, his movements confident, like he somehow already knew what Galo would like. “Gonna treat you right next time. Make sure you do everything you promised to do to me, and then some. Pull your hair a little, make you scream before I even touch your cock.”
Galo didn’t last much longer than Lio had, as soon as things really got going. It was unfair, really. Lio was just too damn cute, and such dirty words were coming out of that beautiful face, and... fuck, it was just too much, and soon he was screaming Lio’s name as he spilled into his hand.
“You’re easy,” said Lio, laughing. Laughing!
“It’s not funnyyyy!”
“It’s a little funny, you have to admit,” Lio said, and flicked him smack on the nose, with the same hand as he’d just been touching Galo with and everything! There was come on it!
“Fine!” said Galo. Two could play at this game, he thought, and grabbed Lio’s hand, and licked off his own come, thick and salty. It wasn’t the first time he’d done something like that, but it was the first time that it made his partner break into absolute peals of laughter.
“Stop, stop, mercy!” managed Lio between gasps.
“None for the wicked!” Galo said, and pulled him close for another kiss, stray come be damned. He breathed in Lio’s scent—sweat and sex and rose shampoo—and let it fill him, along with the rest of Lio’s affection.
That helped Lio manage to stop laughing and catch his breath. “It’s not actually that funny.”
“Too late! You already think I’m funny and sexy, which means I win!”
Not that it was a competition, of course. Love never was, or it shouldn’t be, and if Galo hadn’t already been sure he was in love he damn well would have realized it tonight.
“Yeah, but only because I wanted you to,” said Lio. “We saved the world together by coincidence. The rest was on purpose. Or do you believe in destiny?”
“Mmm. Little bit of both.” Life was so fucking weird that Galo wasn’t sure he believed in destiny at all, actually, but there had to be something to finding someone like Lio in this big, crazy world. “You hungry? I was thinkin’ breakfast for dinner.”
Lio pressed a kiss to the tip of Galo’s nose. “Lead the way.”