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“We don’t have to tell Makima about it if you want to leave.”
Aki didn’t expect those words would come out of his mouth today. He didn’t think he had it in him to say them ever, but it so happened that after spending time actually interacting with Devils he’d become… More understanding.
As someone who was closed off and only concentrated on his work, the Tokyo Special Division 4 agent found himself struggling to hide his expression at the look of Angel Devil. They’d been paired for a while now and while their sour first interaction on the job itself left a bitter memory, they’d also spent a while lingering on a thread of honesty stretched taut between their hearts.
He used to despise Devils. What happened? Since when had he started nursing feelings for this guy? What did he even find attractive in him? Was it the androgynous features? The opposing personalities? Was it the melancholy in the crimson gaze or the sight of him always standing far away from living creatures?
Those were way too many questions at a time. Aki tapped the top of his cigarette box to distract himself from them.
They were hidden in a cramped space between two crumbling buildings, the façade painted with all kinds of talentless or obscene images. In this alleyway, Aki Hayakawa and Angel Devil stood feet apart, one pinching an unlit cigarette between his lips and the other offering kitten licks to the soft-serve ice cream in his hand.
Off the corner of his eye, he could watch the third serving of ice cream disappearing with reluctance. Maybe after so much of the sweets Angel was becoming full. Doubtfully, he had a dark hole for a stomach when it came to it, and Aki had learned that was probably the only reason why Angel would listen to his commands regularly.
The Devil’s eyelashes were long, throwing dejected shadows over his cheeks. Nobody had said a word for a while now and it was becoming painfully obvious Angel’s entire mood was sour knowing that they’d have to start patrolling soon.
Aki shouldn’t be thinking so hard about it. Angel’s reluctance to work, or his preference to die instead, were all the melodramatic ravings of someone who has just lost their motivation. It would have been understandable if there was something else the Devil wanted to do but loiter around and drag his feet.
He didn’t.
Aki broke the silence because he couldn’t stand watching him being upset. It was always so jarring to witness human emotions on a Devil’s face, especially if it wasn’t crazed bloodlust like with Power or the look of sheer stupidity on Denji. To someone who worked with Devils - you could say it’s even uncanny. Nevertheless, Angel possessed the full array of them, always so clear and raw.
A lock of vermillion hair falls over his right eye when Angel finally looks up. His lips were still shiny with the melted ice cream and surprise was as evident on his face as the moon was bright in the sky.
“What is this now?” Angel asks guardedly, “Are you leading me to some false sense of security?”
“Why would I bother?” Lighting his cigarette after gawking at the Devil for a full minute, Aki delightedly took the first drag, exhaling towards the sky, “It’s a peaceful evening. If nobody from the other divisions saw us, it would be an easy escapade.”
“You woke up on the wrong side of the bed, Hayakawa? Since when do you abandon your post for ‘escapades’?”
That jab was ridiculous. He’d have to go through the wall to get out of the wrong side of the bed.
“I just thought it would be nice for once.” Especially after the argument they had over Makima’s offer. Angel hasn’t been looking at him like he used to, harboring some kind of unsaid words behind his dark pupils, “Do I take you don’t want to go, then?”
“Nnph, where to?”
More enthusiastically than ever, Angel begins devouring the ice cream in his hands. Holding the cone firmly by the bottom, his sharp teeth crunch away at the wafer, the pink tongue poking into it to suck the remnants of the cold delight out.
Even that alone was enough to make Aki’s tie feel way too tight around his collar. A warm shiver rippled down his spine and settled low in his back. He shouldn’t be getting turned on by the beastly display of eating - an obvious talent of all the Devils - alas, the stir below his belt seriously made him flinch.
Angel didn’t notice a thing. He was done with his food and had hopped off the stool he sat upon, tucking his wings closer to his body as he approached Aki. His round eyes and soft features were pretty, illuminated by the moon, and it tempted the idle hand holding his lighter to brush that naughty lock behind the angel’s ear.
They’d been touching so much more now. At first, it was just brushes of their elbows and a touch of fingers as they passed each other things. Simply because Aki was the only one gutsy enough to approach Angel. It’s ridiculous just how dramatic everybody else was about this. Like the Devil was some rabid, thoughtless beast that didn’t understand his limits or the risk of going rogue for pleasure.
There were thin leather gloves for both of them - once a suggestion and now an obligation. That unlocked a whole new series of intertwined fingers and cupping of faces, head pats, and backrubs.
Angel Devil was reproachful of this until he found out he enjoyed the sensations. Right now his lips relaxed from the stiff line they were pressed in, head tilting into the cusp of Aki’s hand.
Like a cat starved for affection. There was no way of resisting the swipe of Aki’s thumb over Angel’s cheekbone, threading his fingers through the soft locks to comb away from his face. Devils were as warm as humans. The agent could feel it on the other, though vaguely, filling his palm and warming him up to the tips of his fingers.
Angel mulled it over once, during lunch after the first time he’d asked for a hug - right after their argument. After breaking down a little from the intensity of it, he demanded they never do that again, then started convincing himself otherwise all on his own.
‘It’s okay if it’s you.’
‘It’s okay if it’s through the clothes.’
Those lines were instantly laser-etched into Aki’s brain, haunting him at night and echoing when he was with Angel. At what point would that ‘okay’ last? How much touching would be alright in the end?
For all the times he’d asked himself that, he remained unsure if he wanted to find out. If Angel became clingy thinking Aki would abandon him, would that be nice? The Division wouldn’t care if Devils slept together, nor if humans decided to interact with them in such a manner. If there’s no life-and-death happening on the job, then all that mattered was how far Angel would be willing to go.
If he said ‘No’, would he be put down?
‘It’s okay if it’s through the clothes.’
Taking one last drag of his cigarette, Aki dropped his arm and crushed the cigarette butt on the inside of the nearest garbage can.
“I just want to relax after the last mission. Power and Denji are training, so there’s nobody home?”
“Lead the way.”
———
Maybe this was a mistake. The moment Aki sat down with a cup of coffee in hand he found himself unable to drink due to the metaphorical fishbone stuck in his throat.
Out of all the Devils that stepped through the entrance, Angel was the only one who asked before exploring. He was also the only one who found amusement in the knick-knacks others had brought or the types of plants on the porch.
The only light inside the main room was granted by a tall lamp in the corner and Angel’s halo. Shadows stretched long and Aki felt his head starting to weigh down against the back of the couch. One such shadow approached him from the left, peeking over his face with raised eyebrows.
“Are you feeling unwell?”
“No.” Sucking in a sharp breath, Aki sits upright again and taps the space next to himself in an invitation, “What makes you think otherwise?”
Angel plops by his side, an arm hoisted on the backrest to lean his head on, while the other turned Aki’s face to himself.
“You’ve been lost in thought with a thousand-mile stare to boot. You ditch work to go home and then you sit like you’re about to start crying. If it’s anything worth it, I have all but time on my hands. I can listen.”
“I’ve been thinking about that offer since the other day.”
Angel’s eyes droop, eyebrows knitting in discontent. His entire demeanor spelt ‘I don’t like where this is going’, though he did as he promised and didn’t interrupt Aki, who started looking just as insecure about his words. Each one felt forced out of his throat, fingers knit in his lap so he wouldn’t try to do something stupid like reach for Angel’s hand.
“I really can’t bring myself to accept it. Not only that, but I tried to find someone whom you can safely contract in the Division, so they’d keep you safe as we talked about… I came up pretty empty-handed.” Scratching the back of his head, Aki mumbled to himself, “Maybe I should have done this sooner. I'd much rather contract you to keep an eye out than risk some newbie…”
“You’d contract with me?”
Dismiss it or confirm? With the words finally being out, there was little left but to be sincere. “It’s just a passing thought. You don’t need to if you don’t want that.”
Both of them let that sentence hover as they each turned away in thought. Aki’s heart was going to beat out of his chest, gloves slipping from his hands because his palms were sweating buckets. A look off the side showed Angel’s entire face had turned red. His sigh is loud in the following silence. This conversation really feels a lot more intimate when it’s the dead of night.
“If you feel uncomfortable it’s okay to act like I didn’t say a thing, you know? I don’t need an answer. Not now or any time soon.”
“... Mn.”
He really needed a smoke. The dark-haired man pulled himself off the couch and grabbed his box of cigarettes from the coffee table, checking his pocket for the lighter. Just as he was reaching down, Angel’s hand caught his wrist, deterring him from moving an inch further.
“If-... Hypothetically I accept. Would you do what I ask of you?” Stuttering through, Angel Devil met Aki’s eyes.
“I’m fairly familiar with how contracts work.” The devil hunter responds, cigarette already between his lips.
“Even if I ask you to never make another contract again?”
The way his hand was held convinced Aki that it was not yet time for a smoke. Tucking the nicotine into his pocket, he turned back and fell to one knee in front of Angel so they would be at eye level. Instantly the Devil retracted his touch, squeezing both hands into fists over his knees.
“If it’s a necessary condition for a mission from the boss…”
Aki will be in trouble. Understanding is not always needed in verbal form, thankfully, Angel knew what he meant by trailing off. It’s why their compatibility was so high, why a contract could work and why they quietly asked for each other’s touch with just a glance.
‘Hold me’ his body said. Aki rested a hand on his knee instead. He didn’t want to cause more turmoil than that which was wracking through both of them. With a future so uncertain and a job so dangerous, they could never promise each other ultimate compliance.
They could only work around what was already readily given.
Frustrated, Angel’s fingers grab the other’s tie and Aki lets himself be reeled in, because that vulnerability illuminated by the gentle glow of the halo hypnotizes him, “Then, nothing that shortens your lifespan.”
“Angel…”
“If we’re going to be contracted you have to keep me by your side. You’ll have to live on so you can take me away and live a normal, rural, human life with me. This is what this contract was meant to be.”
“Do you realize what you’re asking, then? You want this to be the condition?”
“I know exactly what I’m asking of you. Please…” There’s that vulnerability again, with moisture clinging to his lower eyelashes.
There’s the uncanny feeling of softness within Aki’s heart, the squeeze of his guts before he nods. Usually binding yourself with a devil didn’t feel like much but the usual distaste for having to work together. Sometimes it carried with itself the foreboding of betrayal.
With Angel, there was a tug pulling him upwards. Their noses brushed together but this time there was no feeling of withering inside his bones. Instead, their lips brushed together and slotted nicely, tasting the first seconds of their contract.
‘Those I have a contract with… only they can touch me safely.’
Yes, they can. They could also feel the tremble of Angel’s breath, hesitant to take what he’d never known before. Cheeks still red and eyes still wet, the Devil wrapped his hands hesitantly over the devil hunter’s neck and pulled him in closer.
One was slouched on the couch and the other was laid atop, comfortably nestled between Angel’s thighs so he could languidly guide that mouth to how Aki wanted it. He tasted milky, like ice cream, hot and soft. The desire to lick into him and chase the taste was ravaging.
“Wha-Wait…” Angel whispered, “Aki…”
Instantly the barrage of pecks stopped, so Aki could look at him instead.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Hah,” The Devil laughs, “No. It’s just… very new. I feel so tingly.”
He meant his lips, brushing his index and middle fingers over the flushed skin.
“It’s good.”
Amusement flashes through the sapphire eyes, “I’ll take it slow, then.”
Slow, and thorough. When their mouths smacked together, fuelling each other’s hunger with the ragged breath and mumbles of contentment, it felt like an entirely new sensation awakened inside them.
Fancying somebody from a distance couldn’t even come close to finally shedding that layer, their gloves, slipping bare hands through messy locks. Aki’s topknot came undone, trembling fingers brushing his hair to one side so they could slide up his neck and over his jaw. Angel observed that the devil hunter’s hair was just as silky smooth, thick and warm the closer it was to his scalp.
Aki’s familiar scent of nicotine and cold midnight air felt comforting.
They parted multiple times, each one of which Angel pointed out something new. He noticed that his heart wouldn’t stop beating and that all his limbs felt really warm. It felt like birds were flapping their wings inside his stomach whenever Aki bit down on his bottom lip, only to nip over it in apology.
Aki knew exactly how to work his mouth to make each moment intense, yet not overwhelming. At the back of Angel’s mind, he thought that he’d have to push the other one off or insist on the breaks or else he might start falling apart at the seams.
When their mouths were not together they whispered about what they liked instead. It was an easier wind-down than anything Aki could manage on his own. The pressure inside his pants was becoming phenomenally painful, while there was no evident stir in Angel’s.
He wasn’t going to start feeling insecure about it yet. All of this was probably new to the lithe, touch-starved body to the point it hadn’t yet clicked that the grind and press of hands all over his waist and thighs could be in a sexual context. They could stop at any time if only Angel wasn’t arching up to close whatever small gap there was between them.
‘Hold me.’
Non-verbal. All too clear. At last, entirely possible.
“Yours are the sweetest lips I’ve ever tasted,” Aki whispers and he means it. If not the cheezy words, then at least the desire with which he keeps coming back for seconds, insistent and giving, pliant and then gentle, was proof enough.
“Really?”
Taking Angel’s lips with his own and smiling against each involuntary whimper he confirms between pecks, “I like the shape of you, how honest your fingers are when they tremble; How you sometimes shy away before coming in again. I like your legs around me like this. I like that look. You.”
“Would you still like it without clothes?” Angel thinks out loud.
“The short answer is ‘Yes’.” Aki traces the tip of his nose along Angel’s neck, kissing right where his clavicles dipped, where his white shirt came together for the first button, “The long answer is ‘Would you like to find out just how much?’”
“Yeah… I do.”
Undressing was an act as slow as their kisses. Untucking the shirt from Angel’s pants and unbuttoning the cuffs, then each individual button, revealing more and more skin and trailing affectionate lips over. Angel’s wings required him to sit upright, but the reward of scorching hot hands holding his waist after made the effort worth it.
His entire body was becoming undone, his skin electric. Each press of Aki’s naked palms against his skin made warmth bloom at the area of contact, spreading slowly outwards and trailing a blazing path over his shoulders and chest, down to his stomach.
The devil hunter’s lips are around his belly button, moving down over the trail of lighter vermillion hair. Angel’s lungs collapse when Aki mouths over the seam of his zipper and plants a promise between his legs.
Aki tugs off his socks, pushing up the pant sleeve so he could kiss at his ankles. He’s sitting back on his heels, not once complaining about having to kneel for so long on the hardwood floor.
Angel feels like there’s too much space between them now. The air against his naked torso is chilly without Aki’s mouth to warm it.
Each time their eyes met Angel felt like he was being eaten alive. Maybe since the start, he was indeed pulled into a false sense of security, for how could any of this worship-like behavior ever mean honest affection. He was just being murdered slowly, tortured by getting what he’d been craving since he’d awakened once before.
In the limbo of pleasure and unfamiliar ache, Angel freezes once the button pops and his zipper comes undone.
“Wait- A-Aki–” He protests weakly, trying to unhook his legs from Aki’s shoulders. It doesn’t stop the way his black trousers reveal the back of his thighs, making the panic in his stomach stir, “Please, wait a minute- I– Forgot to–!”
In this position, he’s going to see—
“You wanted to find out how much I like you without the clothes, right?” Aki suddenly asks. Angel can’t see his expression because the bunched-up fabric of his pants is in the way between his knees.
The Devil’s face is hot, and his mouth is dry. He doesn’t know how to respond.
Taking off the remainder of his pants, Aki’s expression is… Soft. Between his naked legs, Angel can’t help but look away at what he finds there. Even more than before his throat scratches with the desire to say something, anything. He expected some kind of reaction, it was his fault for getting ahead of himself and forgetting to mention this minor detail. After all, Aki’s preferences might not lean in that direction.
His thoughts are disrupted by heavy petting along his entire leg.
Ankle, to knee, thumbing over the sensitive patch of skin behind it. Just on the outside because Angel’s knees were firmly clamped together, resting against Aki’s chest. His chin was there, comfortably resting on top of them.
“Trust in me. What does it feel like now?”
“Ah-” Angel jerked when Aki’s fingers changed direction. The top of his thighs was also sensitive, “What..?”
“Talk to me like you did earlier. About the kisses.”
The words come out slow, breathy, “I think I can feel what humans call ‘being turned on’. It’s like… a dull pain and sometimes when you touch me my insides react differently.”
“Like wings?” The devil hunter asks, listening intently. The pads of his fingers are bravely tracing the elastic on Angel’s boxers. The tickle allows his knees to part just a little.
“It’s not like the wings. It’s like muscles I’ve never used before tense up and it hurts. It’s hard to stay relaxed.”
“How much does it hurt?”
“Mmn it’s uncomfortable… If you kiss me it won’t hurt as much I think.”
Before he’s even finished his sentence Aki’s mouth is on the inside of his knee. The anxiety instantly dissipates, returning that low hum of something living beneath his skin.
“Like this?”
“Yeah… Like that.” The Devil encourages, parting his legs further with each kiss until the hunter’s shoulders are locking them down again.
Aki speaks against the bare skin of his left thigh, but the vibrations of his husky voice travel all the way to Angel’s pleasure, “Are you okay with this? If you want to stop, we can.”
“No, wait. Talk.”
Huffing through his nose in amusement, the other complies, “Like this?”
It’s against his other thigh now, closer to where the ache bloomed.
“Yeah, do it more. It feels nice.”
“So demanding… You like how my voice sounds when I’m between your legs, Angel? Or is it that you’re so sensitive you can’t put together what you really want? Are your thoughts a mess now?”
“Nn, Aki.” Involuntarily, Angel bucks his hips, brushing his core against Aki’s chin.
It felt good .
“I didn’t know you could get so soaked, Angel.”
“I–”
He wanted the man to kiss him where he felt so needy. The thought of it alone was blasphemous. It’s why Angel wanted it even more, curving his spine to try and ask for it without those easily-escaping words.
Aki’s tongue swipes over it without any friction whatsoever. Too far, too hot. The intelligent blue eyes have figured out instantly what he wants and the devil hunter is now denying him. Angel’s eyes begin tearing up as he watches the pink tongue lick at his happy trail instead.
“Look at you, your underwear is a mess. I can see you clearly through it. Pink, tender. I can see all of you like this. Do you like how it feels to leak in your pants? Do you feel how the slick clings to your skin?”
“Don’t— I don’t–”
“But you can’t stop, can you?” The dark locks fall in his eyes when he raises his head, reaching out from under Angel’s leg to cup his face. Like always, the devil leans into his touch, this time holding it against his face firmly - skin to skin.
“Aki–”
“Don’t try to fight it. Relax. Have trust in me.”
Trusting would be difficult had it been anybody else. That hand which anchored Angel’s hips down tightened before a warmth unlike any other enveloped his core. Like he was burnt, the Devil hissed, turning his face away to hide his expression. Aki’s tongue licked him through the undergarment, sucking and pulling his crotch upwards with his thumb to press his tongue flat against a bunch of nerve endings that made Angel’s knees shake.
He panted open-mouthed and watched from underneath his messy hair how the other licked, and licked, and licked like he was starved. The tension coiled much lower in his stomach when the tip of Aki’s tongue prodded the fabric and dipped inside his hole.
Angel’s nails clawed at the couch seat, back arching and leg muscles dancing at the insistence of the pressure. The couch creaks under his jerky movements, barely capable of voicing the warning before he’s crying out much louder. The neighbours would probably wake up from the noise. Deep down, the hunter wanted them to know about this.
Aki watches how the muscles underneath his skin move, catching the shine of his halo where sweat glistened from the effort. The entirety of his wing feathers was puffed out as if covered by goosebumps, white and pure.
He wanted to see them tremble like that again.
The devil hunter is pulled across the Devil’s chest, meeting his smiling eyes. It’s his turn to have his face cupped and for kisses to be pressed against his nose, cheeks and forehead.
He doesn’t need to ask, but he wants to hear it, “Good?”
“I didn’t think it could be that good.”
“Do you think you can stand?”
Angel sits up some, feeling how his head was still cloudy and his sight felt like it was swimming. Unshed tears now came loose, one blink at a time while he studied his state with a new sort of shape and joy intermingling.
“No. I don’t think so.”
“Hold on.”
Angel Devil was scooped up in a strong embrace, feeling the forearm muscles tense beneath his wings and under the bend of his knees. His arms instinctually wind around the hunter’s neck when Aki rounded the table and carried him to the bedroom.
Laid out on the mattress, he could watch the other strip out of his uniform until he was standing at the foot of the bed completely naked. Places, where Angel had clung to him earlier, had crescent indents.
When Aki noticed the intense stare crawling all over his torso he had to clench his fists white-knuckle tight to stop the approving bob of his member. Of course, no effort could stop that when Angel stripped himself completely as well.
“You’re so very handsome,” Angel says, standing.
He doesn’t ask for permission to touch Aki’s shoulder, an arm’s length away so he could watch his body’s reaction.
“So are you.”
The Devil’s fingers gingerly mapped out and committed to memory each string of muscle and inch of skin he could get to, exploring everything from Aki’s facial features to the dip of his lower back. Their height difference felt different where they stood, barren and inching closer with each thunderous heartbeat. Though tenderness remained in the way they held each other, their mouths were starving for more.
“Open your mouth,” Aki demanded. “Stick out your tongue.”
Angel felt lightheaded when his compliance led to their kiss deepening, slick and desperate if he could judge by the heavy sighs fanning his cheeks. Their entire fronts were tightly pressed together but he could only think about that which was currently throbbing against his stomach. The Devil thought about how it would feel inside him, how he’d stretch around it and be consumed by it the same way his thoughts were ravaged by the new sensations.
Aki’s tongue was quite long. Or maybe Angel’s mouth was small and that’s why he felt it so full. He sucked at the assaulting appendage, curling his fingers into fists in Aki’s hair. A thumb flicked his nipple, rolling the hard bud to the rhythm the hunter’s tongue was teasing the roof of Angel’s mouth.
Wheezing a moan through the kiss, Angel finds himself pushing Aki away just to get his back hitting the bed. It was his first time being so close to a member at full mast, so it was normal to feel more than eager to have it in his hands as well, right?
“Ah-!” Aki jumps the first time Angel squeezes him just at the base. The head was so red it was turning an angry purple, “C-Careful… yeah, like that.”
Aki sits up while Angel lays almost across his lap, pushing the strong legs apart so he could bury his face in the other’s stomach.
Drawing from what little he knew about it, Angel put all his attention on his hand movements, jerking the thing between swiping his tongue around the crown. Aki tasted bittersweet, his scent clean and musky. Down here the faint smell of soap was pleasantly mixing with the hunter’s natural scent.
“No teeth.”
Angel knew that at least. He eased the stiff organ over his tongue, testing out just how far he can go without gagging. It constantly drooled precum inside his mouth, mixing with the saliva and forcing him to swallow thickly around it often.
Aki’s hips jerked, his hand coming down on Angel’s shoulder to squeeze in warning. Attention drawn upwards, he pops off the head, mouth open to question what was wrong before two long digits dragged over the wetness cooling between his legs. Angel shudders, watching the hunter’s gaze not falter when a single digit sinks slowly inside his heat.
‘Keep going.’ he mouths and the Devil is too far gone to fight it. His head hangs low between his shoulders, hollowing his cheeks out and trying to convince himself his jaw wasn’t getting tired.
With his mouth full he could barely make any audible noise while Aki repositioned him into a kneeling position, close enough for him to reach around and smother lukewarm lube over his lips, playing, pinching and pressing them together until Angel began complaining around his cock.
The stretch of two fingers slipping inside him burned a little. Aki allowed Angel’s body to accommodate, petting his back to draw his attention elsewhere and not on how nice it felt to clench around the fullness. The drag of each knuckle out and then the push of them gently caressed each tender nerve. Angel felt everything inside him light on fire like his bones were made of gunpowder.
His breath was too ragged to try for a blowjob anymore. Head full of cotton and drool spilling off the corners of his mouth he spread his legs further invitingly. The Devil smothered Aki’s shaft in kisses, licking along the vein on the underside and making it his life’s mission to catch every droplet of precum seeping from the tip.
When the movement of two fingers became numbingly pleasureful, a third one slid among them. It was much more difficult to fit them together beyond the first knuckle. Angel’s core clenched at every push and then at every pull, making it impossible to move even if Aki kept pouring lube over his fingers and pushing it inside Angel to ease the way.
Only when they changed their positions so Angel was laying entirely on top of Aki did it become much easier. Naturally, since that brought the devil hunter’s head closer to the Devil’s crotch, where he could not only watch and appreciate how the pretty hole opened up for his fingers, but he could also suckle on the engorged bead hidden between Angel’s folds to take his pain away.
Angel’s thighs quivered, fingers tight when he swallowed the stiff organ in front of him deep into his mouth.
“Hah, Angel I’m going to cum if you keep that up.”
Raising his head and tucking some of his loose hair behind his ear, Angel asks, “What’s the problem with that?”
“It will take some time for me to be ready again.”
“Then we’ll wait.”
“Angel…”
When the warning falls on deaf ears Aki smirks against the Devil’s skin and shoves him off. Dazed at the audacity, Angel doesn’t even fight when Aki’s tie becomes a bind around his knees, tying his legs together with a single hand and pinning his wrists down overhead.
Fluttering his wings in annoyance, Angel grumbles “Killjoy.”
“Shh… Not for too long.”
Not at all for long. All the Devil could do while his feet were bent over one of the agent’s shoulders was twist his ankles around and curl his toes when the digits eventually did find their rhythm. His body was starting to slip his control again, jerkily trying to take part in the thrusting, to control the speed although he was crowded in by Aki.
Again was that tension low in his stomach, sucking away every other sensation but the joy of his tormentor’s lips on his leg, the curl of clever fingers into whatever gem of pleasure he had within, driving him insane. He felt weak and sick with longing.
Angel’s wings stretched out across the bed. Each throb of his insides was praised in a low, rumbly tone, drawing shivers down his spine like the drumming of gravel across the ocean floor. On the outside, it didn’t look like much, but on the inside, Angel had a perpetual weight in his limbs, all of which pulled him in Aki’s direction.
The slick sounds were embarrassing, and intimate. The room echoed with their activities.
All three fingers delved into his tender spot, “Angel.”
“Ahhn–! N-Mmn?” He whimpers, opening one eye to check on the hunter. Their faces were an inch apart, close enough to swallow each other’s breaths.
“Angel…”
Why did his name sound like a prayer? He shouldn’t be using that tone on him now, not when it sounded so raw and heartfelt. Who had ever addressed him like he was worth the entire world?
Aki stared with approval when the repetitive use of Angel’s name obviously made him flustered, face turning redder and bleeding onto his chest while the clenching turned spasmodic.
“Angel– Angel… My Angel.” Aki whispered, burying his face in Angel’s neck.
The latter inhaled sharply when teeth sting the crook of his neck and the rough slap of Aki’s hand turned brutal. His motions became relentless, zeroing in on the same spot and rocking Angel’s entire body back with how intense it was. His fingers slid between Aki’s, squeezing his wrist with one hand, fingers intertwined with the other.
Even if he wanted to, he was incapable of keeping his voice down.
“You sound so lewd on my fingers, my Angel. Fuck, I might cum untouched if you keep being so good. I want you. I want you so bad, Angel…”
“Ah- ah MM? OH! A-AKI– Aki, please! OH GH-”
This time his ears rang, the tingling sensation dissipating much slower. As if it was hesitant to leave. Angel’s climax rocked through him successfully once again, trembling like a leaf while Aki helped him ride through it into oversensitivity, kissing his neck and shoulders until he could no longer feel himself.
Angel gasped and fought for breath, laying limp after the demon hunter undid his bindings, rolling over so they could remain close.
“Hey,” He whispers against the crimson hairline, “Are you alright? That was intense.”
Angel’s exhausted limbs flop over Aki’s chest, tucking his head underneath his chin.
“I feel like you took a few years out of my life. I haven’t been able to think straight in a while. Gosh, what did you do to me?”
Aki smiles, feeling the nudge of Angel’s knee over his length.
“Are you masochistic? Don’t you want to get off?”
Humming thoughtfully, the hunter responds by tapping Angel’s knee with his hand “That wasn’t me having some horny craving. I want to keep going if you want it.”
“You assume that after the wringer you put me through I’ll say ‘No’?.”
Their lips touch, just a mere brush together.
“We’ll go at your pace now. Anything you want.”
Angel picks himself up on top of Aki, sitting over his stomach with the soft press of his thighs the only thing supporting him off the hunter’s abdomen. His hair clings to his arms and back, drenched in sweat and slick but still able to ask for more. Nothing but his perpetually glowing halo illuminated them, which made the look of his slim body with his wings lazily spread over the bed so much more enticing.
Their fingers brushed. Angel took his hand to his waist, dragging it over his side.
Given how quickly he was getting used to this, Aki feared that Angel might become insatiable for touch.
That sounded nice. It would be mutual. They’d be compatible with their bodies quietly asking for what they needed most from the other.
‘Love me.’
‘Don’t ever leave me.’
They hold hands while Angel slides over Aki’s hardness, smothering it in his warm juices. He was still leaking some excess lube from earlier, making a point to grind it into the other’s bulbous head now that it was warmed. The fingering helped, but it still feels so much more difficult to sit down on such girth.
His hands tremble, walls tight around Aki. All the man could do was obediently lay still and let Angel do what his body tells him to, supportive and firm in his hold. Each delicious inch delved its way through Angel, becoming much easier past a certain threshold the fingers couldn’t get ahold of.
It felt like the hunter had driven himself up to the Devil’s throat in this position. Bottoming out the final inches made both laugh and groan at the same time, squeezed and stretched in their own way so undeniably it was torture.
The sweetest of torture mended through many open-handed caresses and warm pecks. Their rhythm is studious and careful. It’s like the slow lull of sleeping rivers and Angel is the moonlight refracting in the ripples. His pelvis moves enticingly directly up and down, then he finds pleasure in doing it with a roll of his hips. Every once in a while he breaks to breathe, to relax completely and tries again in a different direction.
He rocks from different angles, torturing Aki with his hands. He’s found a knack for pinching and kneading at the hunter’s chest while searching for that one spot that would make him see stars.
The Devil finds it if he holds onto Aki’s knee, leaning a little back against his legs he could meet the hips underneath him in a way that makes him yelp. His arms and stomach rise with goosebumps, a moment of shock catching him off guard.
“Keep on, it’s good, isn’t it? You’re so good.” Aki breathes. “You’re so lovely.”
The hunter’s hair is spilling over the pillow, forehead wet with effort. His brows are so tightly knit together it forms a deep crease between them. Angel can hear the way the mattress creaks, can see how Aki’s lower lip is bruised from biting down on it to stifle the grunts rumbling low in his throat anyways.
Angel tugs it out from between the incisors. Aki’s look is questioning, understanding dawning on him when there’s suddenly a thumb pressing down on his tongue. He sucks hard, jerking his hips upwards harder at the telltale hooding of Angel’s eyes. The body on top of him is achingly soft, the flesh submitting to his fingers and easily taking the bruising grip he fixes on the pale thighs.
“Close-” Aki grumbles around Angel’s digit, biting his fingertip.
Angel’s other hand flits to where they are connected, rubbing desperate little circles around his clit when all his muscles start feeling tense and hot, the sensation drawing from his lower back and pooling crackling liquid fire in his lower stomach.
“Aki! Aki! Hold me! Please, hold me!” Angel whimpers, feeling how he’s gushing hard around the throbbing girth seconds before a new type of heat, both foreign and familiar spills deep inside him.
It’s carrying Aki’s warmth and it almost visibly looks like he’s spit all that vigor and desire. His eyes shine with mist, mouth hanging open to fuel that sculpted chest with the breath he’d lost somewhere along the way.
When their eyes meet, another silent request passes between them.
‘Take it all.’
‘Devour me.’
He’s there to catch Angel and press him tightly in his embrace, holding and petting him in the afterglow.
Both feel like they had merged together, seamed where once yawned holes. Something was missing. Something was once lost and there was so much sadness that it felt like a ball inside a box, each wall of which had a dozen buttons that all ached when pressed.
Now, there are calming breaths, and cooling bodies. There’s skin-to-skin and no pain, no worries. Two hearts so close together that their drumming would synchronize as the minutes passed.
Angel was the one to speak first.
Well, not exactly speak, because all he could do was wind his arms around the one below and cry his previously unshed tears into his neck. It didn’t sound like pain or regret, maybe that was the only reason why Aki kept holding Angel, silent and understanding. It was a relief, sensible by the way his lips curved upwards once he subsided to hiccups.
Once he’s calm enough the devil hunter untangles himself to bring a damp towel to Angel’s skin, cleaning him up and throwing off the dirty quilt so they can lay on the dry mattress, wrapped in a new blanket.
“I got everything dirty.” Angel’s eyelids were heavy, head comfortable on Aki’s arm.
Underneath his lashes he can see the other’s lips curl up in a faint smile, “It’s not dirty.”
“But-”
“There’s nothing you can do to make it feel dirty. If anything, I’m the one that should be apologizing.”
“Mmn… It feels warm.”
Angel doesn’t open his eyes but he meets the following kiss, groaning at the surprising amount of tongue that included. The threads of saliva between their lips tear when Aki speaks up again.
“If you don’t like it, I’d happily clean you up thoroughly.”
“I’m tired!” Angel murmurs, “Clean me up in the morning.”
“Mm…”
Maybe an hour passes before Angel could feel the man’s breaths even out, eyes closed in a serene, vulnerable state. The Devil watches the relaxed line of his lips, the spots where he unintentionally had left imprints of his lips.
He’s so ashamed and giddy he forces himself to close his eyes and count to thirty for each heartbeat he could feel underneath his hand.
Falling asleep in somebody’s arms came much easier than counting.