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Aki lies on his back atop the bedsheet, hands clasped over his stomach and long legs stretched across the mattress. Eyes wide and alert, he focuses on the ceiling like he’s locked in a staring contest and is determined to win.
The door to the balcony is open just a crack and a gentle gust of early evening wind disturbs the closed curtain to cover his exposed skin in goosebumps. He’s naked save for his dark boxer briefs, and though he’s at home in his own bed, he’s never felt more vulnerable.
The soft scrape of the shoji panel disrupts the silence, and Aki finally blinks, forced to concede to the ceiling. He lets his eyes remain closed for a moment as the panel slides shut and the lock clicks into place. He doesn’t need to look to know who’s arrived.
“Is this really necessary?” Aki asks as Angel lights the incense on the bedside table.
“Yes,” Angel insists, pulling a pair of black, nitrile gloves over his hands with a snap. “This will help you relax.”
Aki wants to argue but he knows it’s no use.
Just a few nights ago – over a few too many beers – Angel had noted the way Aki’s shoulders drooped, body stiff and tired from carrying the weight of heavy, unfulfilled vendettas. You’re so tense, you need to loosen up, Angel had teased. Aki had wordlessly turned his back to Angel, a silent invitation to rub his tense shoulders through the fabric of his button-down. Angel kneaded his back until Aki slumped against him, drunk and content. Y’know, I bet if I gave you a proper massage you'd feel a lot better. Angel had purred next to his ear. Would you like that?
Eyes glossy and skin tinted pink, Aki had silently nodded.
One drunken agreement and a few days later, he’s now watching Angel place a bottle of oil next to a folded towel on his nightstand, preparing to give Aki what he’d promised.
Aki begrudgingly directs his gaze back to the ceiling. He inhales through his nose, lungs filling with the calming scent of the burning incense that wafts into the air. It’s crisp, salty, and just a touch nostalgic– like a winter day at the beach.
“Oh, and take those off.”
Aki’s eyelids peel wide at Angel’s words, any momentary peace dissipating like the sea-smelling smoke. Abruptly, he turns his head to see the devil shrugging out of his suit jacket and nodding toward Aki’s underwear.
“Why–”
“You said you wanted a proper massage– here,” Angel says, tossing a folded towel onto Aki’s stomach.
Aki grinds his teeth but ultimately obeys, shucking his underwear and carefully spreading the small towel over his pelvis. His cheeks already burn a light pink as he adjusts the cloth to ensure he’s fully covered.
He needs to stop making deals when he’s drunk.
“Relax,” Angel coos, noting Aki’s expression and creeping blush. “You’re so tense. You need to loosen up.” He says the words through a smug smile as if amused by a joke only he knows.
Gently, Angel tips the bottle of oil onto his gloved hands, the black latex shining in the low light. He lightly rubs over Aki’s shoulder, noting the way his muscles tense and his breathing stutters.
“Close your eyes.”
Reluctantly, Aki does as he’s told, letting his eyelids flutter to a close as Angel applies more pressure. Angel’s hands run over his shoulders, gently working through the knots that coil deep in his muscles and the tendons that are pulled taut under his skin. His touch varies from delicate to firm and as the moments tick by, Aki’s breathing starts to slow.
Despite his hesitancy, Aki starts to relax. His jaw unclenches and his eyes wander behind closed lids. A comfortable warmth trickles through his veins and the longer Angel’s hands linger, the hotter his blood burns. The devil rubs over his chest and trails down his stomach, his touch guiding the building heat to pool behind Aki’s navel and between his legs.
Aki’s brow pinches and he tries to ignore the growing intimacy, silently cursing his sensitive, touch-starved skin. When Angel moves his hands to his upper thigh, his pulse quickens.
“Can— can I roll over?” Aki asks, not daring to open his eyes in fear that just seeing Angel hovering over him will push the blood to his groin even faster.
Angel pauses. fingertips light on his skin. “Sure,” he says, amused at Aki’s obvious attempt to hide his growing arousal.
Aki hastily and clumsily flips to his stomach, doing his best to keep the towel over his hips and maintain just a bit of modesty. He tucks his half-hard cock between his legs as inconspicuously as possible and adjusts the towel over his ass before settling facedown. When Angel's gloved hand meets Aki’s skin again he twitches at the contact.
Angel's lip pulls in a small smile. He can practically smell the fear hanging hot and heavy in the air. Even after all the missions they’ve faced together, he’s never felt Aki so nervous . But just underneath the palpable anxiety is a reluctant hunger– his body betraying him with poorly subdued arousal.
Angel knows that with the proper touches all of the knots that tangle his muscles will disperse — and so will the trepidation — leaving him pliant and soft.
Lying on his stomach is more comfortable, and a sense of false security washes over Aki as Angel works the sore, scarred flesh of his shoulders. His skin is still flushed but with a little concentration his erection has flagged, and he sighs, relieved.
Crisis averted, he can relax just slightly.
His eyelids flutter to a close and his breathing begins to slow as Angel runs his hands down his back. It’s nice. He hasn’t been touched like this in— well he can’t remember the last time he was touched like this.
Maybe Angel is right. Maybe he does need to loosen up.
But as Angel kneads his lower back, his fingertips slowly nudge under the hem of the towel and Aki’s eyes snap open. Light pink creeps up Aki’s neck as his cock begins to swell, hard and hot against his thigh.
Then, Angel slips a finger between his cheeks.
Aki’s muscles clench in surprise and he quickly swivels his hips away from Angel’s touch, pushing himself up onto his elbows to look back at the devil.
“W-what are you doing?” Aki asks, his voice unusually shaky.
Angel puts his hands up, innocent. “It’s part of the massage,” he states calmly. “I’ll stop if you want me to.”
Aki swallows, thick and dry. He’s too embarrassed to admit that he already misses Angel’s touch, regardless of where his hands wander.
“I just want to make you feel good,” Angel whispers, eyes fixed on the indecision flickering in Aki’s eyes.
After a moment of contemplation, Aki’s brow furrows and he looks up at Angel, face redder than a ripe cherry.
“Fine.” Aki lies back down, hands fisted in the sheet by his shoulders instead of lying limp at his sides.
Angel watches the blush spread to the tips of Aki’s ears and he smiles fondly.
“Just trust me, okay?” Angel soothes before sliding the towel down just a bit more.
Aki tenses as Angel rubs the meat of his hips before gently pushing one hand between his cheeks. Jaw clenched and heart pounding, Aki hides his face in the sheet as Angel brushes one slicked finger over his pucker.
“Breathe,” Angel whispers, rubbing against the ribbed skin with just a bit more pressure. “I promise you’ll thank me later.”
Aki’s not so sure about that, but he doesn’t have a chance to object before Angel presses the tip of his finger past his rim. Aki stifles a groan, features scrunched and knuckles white.
Sure, he can’t remember the last time someone’s touched him like this but he is certain that no one has ever touched him there .
Angel applies more pressure, finger sinking knuckle deep. Aki involuntarily clenches around him, squeezing the digit tight. Angel knows that with a few touches to the right spot Aki will relax. He just needs to find it.
Angel uses his free hand to spread Aki and pushes deeper. He moves his finger in circles — slow and deliberate — before carefully pulling out just to thrust back in.
Aki exhales through his nose in a slow, strained sigh. He’s still half-hard but the more Angel presses and prods, the more blood he can feel rushing to his groin.
Slowly, the muscles in his hips begin to relax, each drag of Angel’s finger feeling more and more comfortable. Good, even? Admitting it — even just to himself — sends a fresh flush over his skin and he’s thankful Angel can’t see his face. He shivers as more oil drips between his cheeks and over the spot where Angel’s finger disappears inside him.
Then, Angel slips a second finger in alongside the first. Aki groans again, the sound somewhere between pleasure and pain.
“You’re doing so well, just relax, I’ve got you,” Angel comforts. His voice is even and reassuring and Aki tries to heed his advice, turning his face to the side and pressing his cheek to the sheet.
This time, the push of Angel’s finger forces a low moan to rumble in Aki’s throat. Angel spreads his digits, prodding and searching. He can tell he’s close to finding what he’s looking for.
Aki’s breaths start to come in short pants and a wet spot begins to form where his leaking cock rubs against the sheet.
Then, Angel curls his forefinger and presses .
Aki jolts and a gasp cracks through the room.
Angel smiles. Found it.
Angel brushes the spot inside him with growing force. The raspy, aborted moans that once hid behind Aki’s teeth finally spill into the air to mix with the wisps of burning incense.
Any lingering embarrassment is drowned out by the buzzing pleasure that pulses through Aki’s limbs and the blood that rushes in his ears. His forehead falls to the sheet and his hips move of their own accord as he tries unsuccessfully to rut against the mattress, his swollen length still trapped between his legs.
The towel falls to the side completely as Aki hitches one knee up. Angel stares hungrily at where the oil has dripped down onto Aki’s tight balls and weeping cock, the damp spot on the sheet growing darker. Aki’s back arches with each thrust and Angel mercifully guides his erection between his stomach and the mattress.
Wet squelches accompanied by pitched moans fill the dimly lit room as Angel pushes Aki closer to the edge with every well-aimed curl of his fingers. Affectionately, he uses his spare hand to smear excess oil over Aki’s ass, squeezing gently before spreading his cheeks wider.
The touch only makes Aki unravel faster.
Familiar pressure builds in Aki’s gut and his spine curves, his ass meeting the heel of Angel’s palm in repetitive, wet slaps. His cock brushes his abdomen and streaks across the bunched sheet as he ruts against the mattress, needy and desperate.
“There– right there– fuck, Angel–” Aki pleads, his words turning into a string of breathy moans.
Electric heat buzzes through his veins and he comes with a whine, spurting onto the sheet and slicking his stomach with white. Angel’s hand slows but he keeps his fingers pressed to that spot, brushing and kneading with controlled, purposeful strokes even after Aki’s gone limp.
Aki lets out a content sigh, his mind comfortably clouded and his body pliant and soft– just as Angel had predicted. He twitches and gasps in overstimulation as Angel presses inside him once more, before carefully pulling out.
Angel wipes his hand on the discarded towel before tenderly running his fingertips up Aki’s spine. Aki’s inhales are deep and slow and his once-clenched fists lie slack on the now-soiled sheet.
Angel leans forward to meet his gaze and Aki squints against the glow of his halo.
“How are you feeling?” Angel asks, smug.
Aki’s eyes are glossy and his skin is still tinted pink. His tongue flits out to wet his lips and he simply nods in response, thoroughly spent and drunk in the afterglow.
Angel rubs soothing circles into Aki’s shoulders, eliciting a small groan of contentment. A smile pulls at Angel’s lips and he drops his voice to a complacent whisper.
“Told ya you needed to loosen up.”