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Aki never had any particularly strong feelings about patrol. It was a necessary part of his job and needed to be done, no matter if he liked it or not. He was used to most patrols ending in nothing other than senseless walking around. By now it had turned into a way to clear his head and recover from the chaos that resides in his apartment.
That was until the Angel Devil had been assigned to patrol with him.
Living with Devils inside his apartment was a bad enough thing on it's own, but now a different one would occupy his patrol time? One of the only times where he didn't have to babysit devils? Naturally, Aki was very appalled by that idea.
As it turns out working with the Angel Devil was even worse than expected. To say Power or Denji were lazy in comparison to him was way more than just an understatement. Aki could barely cover half the area he was supposed to keep watch of because said Devil had to take a break at every bench he saw - and another one at every ice cream stand.
If this Devil didn't drain Aki's already short life span with every touch, he sure would have tried to choke him to death. His death-bringing skin was another thing that constantly bugged him. It served as a steady reminder of his impending end. He hated that, hated being reminded that his time was so limited.
It was morbid curiosity, clawing at every fiber in his body. He found himself staring at the hints of skin the Angel Devil displayed. Small hands, a thin neck and a round face. That's all Aki could see. His eyes were drawn to him, and how he could kill him in mere minutes, if he wished.
This habit had let him to notice a few things about that Devil. A mole just above where his collar usually sits, lashes too long to pass as masculine, slim fingers with long nail beds and a few other minor things.
It was the same routine every patrol. They would walk for a few minutes, the Devil would complain, Aki would soothe him with ice cream and look him up and down while he took his first break of many.
Something Aki wouldn't have dared to admit to himself was that, over time, he felt less and less drawn in by the concept of death looming over Angel, but rather the Devil himself.
After weeks of this routine Aki's mind no longer circled around the deathly skin of his, but rather how innocent he looked, even though he had to bear this horrible curse. If it wasn't for those wings on his back and the halo floating above him, nobody could have even sensed that he was a Devil.
His features were truly angelic, he drew people in, Aki noticed. People stared for different reasons, mainly because of his wings - those stares were filled with disgust and horror. But then there were people resting their eyes on his face with what seemed to be close to adoration.
It was obvious, of course it was, not even Aki could deny it - Angel was breathtakingly beautiful.
That made it incredibly hard to hate him equally as much as an ordinary Devil. Aki struggled to take his eyes off of Angel's face when they were resting, convincing himself it was still simply because Angel reminded him of his soon to come end. The Devil himself didn't seem to notice any of that ever.
All his attention was focused on his ice cream. That exact routine had once again caught up to them. Angel was sat cross-legged on a park bench, the fifth cone of the day in his hand. Big doe eyes scanned the area, looking past Aki, who was staring down his wrist watch.
Patrol time was almost over, so he knew Angel would try to stretch this break as long as possible. His eyes darted from the clock to the Devil across him. His suit was wrinkled, auburn hair dancing in the wind. He held his wings close to his body, shielding him from an approaching winter's coldness.
"I'm freezing," he murmured without meeting Aki's gaze, wings folding in closer around him. "No wonder, you're eating ice cream in this weather." Angel shrugged, "It's tasty."
He took the first bite of the cone, smearing vanilla ice cream over his top lip. There was no use in arguing about hurrying up, Aki chose to let go of that, it led to nothing. He let his eyes rest on the Devil once again, observing him silently.
Over time Aki had started to wonder, if Angel was aware of his own beauty. At times it seemed like he couldn't care less about anything like that. Maybe he didn't even understand the human concept of beauty? Questions stirred inside Aki, questions he could not find the courage to ask.
He noticed Angel shiver in the cold whenever wind hit him. His eyes pressed together and his wings hugged his body tighter, yet he refused to abandon the ice cream. Just how bird-like was he exactly? Another question Aki decided to add to his collection.
Just when he was starting to lose himself in thought, he felt a vibration in his pocket. Aki reached for his phone, expecting Makima or someone else from Public Safety calling him about patrol.
But he froze for a second when he recognized he number as the landline from his own apartment. He installed that specifically for Power and Denji in case they needed anything from him while he was out. Aki didn't trust them with a phone, they would lose it in the first week. Aki picked up and held the phone against his ear. "Yes?", he answered half annoyed.
"It's an emergency!"
Power's voice yelled through the speaker. It was so loud, Aki had to pull the phone away from his ear. Emergency was a very loosely used term by those two. It could range from an actual emergency, like a Devil attack, to Meowy going missing, or that they were simply out of cheese. To be fair, most of the time it resembled something closer to the last option.
Aki rolled his eyes, bracing for another stupid explanation. "And what might this emergency be?"
"Too urgent to tell you! Come here!" Denji threw in an "Immediately!" just as loud
as Power. Aki breathed out in annoyance. He checked the time once again. There was only half an hour left of patrol and his apartment was on the way to Public Safety. Whatever this "emergency" was, he was going to check it out and then bring Angel back to headquarters. "Fine, I'm on my way."
Aki hung up right after, not wanting to engage in this any more than necessary. He put his phone back into his pocket and walked over to Angel.
"Mind making a quick stop at mine?"
"Why's that?"
Angel sunk his front teeth into the ice cream, the coldness having seemingly no effect on him. Aki sighed, not sure if he was actually believing what he was about to say, "Denji and Power called me over for an emergency. It's most likely nothing, but my home is on the way back to Public Safety. Plus we would end our patrol a little earlier than usual."
Angel cocked his head and raised a suspicious eyebrow, as if trying to figure out what the catch behind that offer was. He stared Aki up and down before slowly rising up from the bench. "I've never been to someone's home for a visit before." Aki swore he heard a faint hint of excitement in his voice.
The Devil nibbled on his ice cream cone, while following the hunter's steps closely. Their walk wasn't too long, maybe 15 minutes, but the excruciatingly cold wind made every step hell. Angel was struggling to keep his wings pressed to his body. For a split second Aki was overcome with the urge to offer him his jacket, but stopped that thought before he could spring into action.
Finally arriving at his front door Aki reached for his keys, bracing himself to face complete absurdity once he enters. "Just try and ignore everything Denji and Power do or say." He didn't even look back at Angel, just unlocked the door with that last warning and opened it.
The inside was exactly what he expected: Denji and Power racing around, yelling something incoherent with Meowy chasing after them. Aki took off his shoes and stepped into the room. Both came to a sudden halt, screaming "Aki!" in perfect unison.
Power picked up her cat and stroked its fur, glancing past him. "And the Angel! Why's he here?!"
"Doesn't matter, what's the emergency?"
"Right, right!"Power and Denji exchanged a knowing glance, before falling into a rehearsed, theatrical performance.
"Aki, we lost the delivery guy's number and we are so, so hungry!", Denji started.
"Please, please, please make us food! Without vegetables, though!"
Power folded her hands as if she was praying, dropping Meowy on the floor. The cat scurried away with a displeased meow. Aki stood in the middle of the room, dumbfounded and too stunned to even move. He could make out Angel trying to suppress a laughter from behind his back. At least someone found this amusing.
"Are you two serious...?", Aki finally muttered. "Your 'emergencies' get more ridiculous every time, I swear. You couldn't have waited an hour longer until I actually came home?!" He wasn't sure whether to just laugh or yell them to the ground. Neither would have much effect on those two, unfortunately he knew that.
"Aki, please, we're hungry! Starving even!" Power was now clawing at his suit, rattling it as if it would grant her salvation. Denji chimed in again as well, "We will do anything!"
"How about learning how to cook?"
"Anything but that!"
Aki sighed, he was defeated. No matter how much he was going to argue, in the end he'd cave anyway, might as well save the energy. Accepting his fate, he let his shoulders drop and got behind the kitchen counter. Immediately Power and Denji started yelling, screaming in ecstasy, once again scaring Meowy.
"Is Angel gonna eat with us?", Denji pointed straight ahead at the boy. Angel gave him an unsure stare, then let his eyes trail over to Aki. "If he wants to." Aki's voice sounded inviting and welcoming. Aki didn't see himself in the position to decide that for him, this was still a foreign environment, but deep down he hoped Angel would agree. Why he hoped that was a mystery to him.
The Devil gave a small nod and plopped himself down next to Power, gathering around the table. Power had retrieved the cat again, holding Meowy close in her lap, the offering Angel to pet her as well. With a gloved hand he reached out to touch the fur.
"It's so soft."
"It's a cat! Of course!"
"I've never pet a cat before."
Angel seemed fascinated, heavy focus in each stroke. He watched closely as Meowy started to pur in Power's lap. "She likes you! Lucky, otherwise you wouldn't be welcome here." Angel gave no response, still glued to the small creature responding to his every touch. In that moment Aki was glad to have forced Angel to wear those gloves.
It made him wonder just how deprived he actually was of touch, how many concepts he didn't understand. Everything he was missing out on. Aki felt pity for him, wrapping his head around a way to bring him closer to what gentle touch could feel like.
The food Aki made was ready quickly. He set it down on the table and took his seat right across Angel, loosening his ponytail once he sat down. Power shooed the cat away, claiming it would eat away her food. They remained chatty with Angel, despite working through their meal in possibly the messiest way Aki had ever seen.
To his surprise, Angel also remained chatty, answering each of their questions. Occasionally, he jerked his head in the direction of Meowy, longingly looking after her. Maybe it was because they weren't at work, or whatever else made Angel feel comfortable, but Aki savored it. It felt right to see Angel so content. Angel, who usually wouldn't shut up about dying, was now laughing at Denji's terrible jokes. It warmed Aki's heart a little.
"Say, Aki, can Angel just stay here tonight? We've never had a sleepover!"
"For good reasons, usually I wouldn't let anyone into this mess."
Power and Denji looked up at him with exactly those pleading eyes, that got them their food. His gaze shifted between those two and Angel, who gave him a perplexed look. "I don't think Public Safety is going to be happy about us keeping yet another Devil in this apartment." With that Angel's expression shifted. Subtly, but Aki noticed. A spark seemed to escape his eyes. His halo eluminated the soft features adoring his face. It seemed brighter, now that the sun was starting to set.
"Aki, c'mon! Even Meowy likes him!" With a demonstrative arm pointed at the cat, Power delivered her counter argument. "It's just for tonight," Denji added.
Something inside Aki stirred up, a feeling that he should let the Angel stay. He pondered, wondering if anyone owed him a favor. Angel looked so content in their apartment, like he belonged there, he wouldn't have wanted to rip him away from this. Plus after all it was getting late. He lifted his heavy body upwards.
"I'll call Makima and see what I can do."
Once again Power and Denji filled the room with obnoxiously loud cheering. This time Aki swore he saw a smile hush over Angel's face. He picked up his phone to dial Makima's number. The entire time he kept his gaze focused on Angel, observing how he blended into this home. It took more than a few promises and a scolding from Makima, but eventually he put down the phone, delivering the news, "Angel can stay." Even more cheering followed, as Aki resumed his original position in front of Angel.
Power reached out to give him a hug, but he flinched away instinctively. "Oh, right, the no touching thing." An apologetic look settled on Power's face. This was one of the few times Aki got to see the burden Angel carried show effects.
"But isn't that just dangerous for humans?"
"Better safe than sorry."
The tension hung thick in the air. Of course, Angel would hate that specific topic. For a moment Aki feared Angel might regret his decision. But the conversation stirred into a more positive direction. Their chat lasted a few hours, talking about nonsense, that made everyone laugh - even Angel. Everything was kept light hearted. Until Denji's lack of ability to read the room kicked back in.
"Wait, Angel, I have another question!"
"What is it?"
Denji sat up straight, as if he wanted to seem professional. Looking respectable in sweatpants, though, was definitely something he could not pull off.
"You've never actually touched anyone before, huh?"
"More or less, yes."
"So you can never have sex!?"
"Denji!", Aki chimed in.
"What? That's an important question! I'd die, if I could never have sex!"
"It's not like you're getting any now." Power also decided to butt in on this conversation. Aki cursed both of them internally.
"Hello?! At least I could have sex, though! He can't."
"You could also be stuck fucking your hand for the rest of your life. It's more likely for this guy to get laid before you do!"
She once again pointed an accusing finger towards the Devil next to her, not even looking at his face. Denji's mouth hung wide open, staring at her in disbelief. In response Power just stuck her tongue out. Aki wanted to mouth a silent apology to Angel, but before he could find it in him, Denji resumed his questions, "So, does it bother you? Not ever having sex, I mean. Or do you not get those human desires?"
The faintest blush rose to Angel's cheeks. Meanwhile Denji looked completely focused, as if he was just asking about his day. Angel coughed faintly, trying to muster a response.
"Denji, enough with these questions."
"I'm just curious!"
"Uhm," Angel began, gaze somewhere outside the window. "There are definitely other things impacting me more than, uhm, the sexual part, but I also, you know?"
"You jerk off, or what?"
"Enough now."
Aki got up and dragged Denji away by his arm. "You two have to work tomorrow, go to bed and leave Angel alone." Denji and Power nodded shamefully, leaving for their room.
"We're not all sleeping here together, cuddled up?", Power questioned, waiting for Meowy to jump into her arms. Aki shot them another stern look, reminding them of the conversation they just had. With slurred steps they vanished into their room.
"I'm sorry for that," he apologized, shame lacing his voice. "Don't worry, it's okay." Angel seemed to mean those words. He also got up to be somewhat closer to eye-level with Aki.
"Do you have an old shirt? This suit is really uncomfortable."
"Sure, follow me."
Aki led him into his bedroom, probably the only tidy room in this apartment ever since his roommates moved in. Aki threw him an old longsleeve, something that no longer fit him. "Do you have scissors? I'd need to cut holes for my wings."
Right, those wings.
Sometimes Aki forgot, that they were an inconvenience in some ways. He rummaged through his desk drawer and found a pair. "Got them," he exclaimed as he turned around. To his surprise he found Angel already shirtless, mapping out where the hole would need to go.
Aki stood frozen in his step for a second, taking in the sight. Angel's back was facing him, he had full view of where his shoulder blades transitioned into feathers and then wings. His build was even smaller than he previously thought, with a waist smaller than he had seen on some girls. He definitely looked even less like a Devil right now, less than he ever has.
Something rose inside Aki. Some inhibition or prejudice he held seemed to suddenly vanish like it never mattered in the first place.
This time he was definitely looking at Angel for what he truly was - mesmerizingly angelic. "Aki?", Angel snapped him out of his trance. "Right, here." He handed over the pair, but continued to observe the way Angel cut the hole in that shirt.
His wings ruffled as he tried to fit them through the newly cut hole. When they didn't fit, he cut it bigger.
Aki was reminded of how delicate Angel acted with Meowy today. It clicked to him just how touch-starved Angel must be. He had let his guard down so much today, maybe Aki could-?
No, what was he thinking?
Why would he care, if a Devil lacked intimacy? It was just a Devil.
Aki dared another quick glance at him. He still struggled to fit his wings through the hole. All this time he kept his gloves on. The gloves. They served as another reminder for Aki. Everything today had him feeling so conflicted. Angel appeared to human, so full of emotion.
Maybe - just maybe - if he was capable of feeling like a human, he deserved to be treated like one?
At least by one person, even if that person needs to be Aki.
"Are you alright?", it echoed through his skull. Angel had not only fidgeted his wings through the shirt, but also took off his pants. Aki's shirt was way too big, it fell off on one shoulder. "Can I have some pants? It's cold like that." The second question finally snapped him out of it. "Yeah, take these." Aki fished some pajamas pants out of his closet.
He made up his mind, he could at least offer Angel the feeling of touch. He could always reject, but someone needs to offer him kindness, need to show him that there isn't just cruelty in this world.
"Angel?", he began softly. Angel jerked his head upwards, trying his best to tie the too big pants tight enough.
"About the conversation we had back there-"
"Don't worry about that, it really wasn't that big of a deal."
"No, it's not that."
The words swirled around in Aki's head, he knew exactly what he wanted to say, but his mouth wouldn't cooperate. "Yes?", Angel held eye contact, making this all worse.
"Well," he continued, "I... I saw the way you acted around Meowy. The way you said, that there are things bothering you more about not being able to touch someone other than sex."
Angel raised an eyebrow, unsure what to make of that statement. "I was wondering... Do you, maybe, like, want to try to experience touch?" The Devil almost started to laugh. A painful laugh, but a laugh nonetheless.
"Don't be stupid, Aki. You, of all people, most definitely don't have enough time left to waste it on me."
"I don't mean like that." Aki took a deep breath, steading himself.
"I just feel like someone should be gentle to you, show you that there's more that hands can do other than kill."
Silence filled the air between them. Angel stared at him as if trying to decipher if Aki was just playing an elaborate prank on im. Meanwhile Aki half expected to be filled with regret and guilt already, instead he was simply hoping to not have scared off Angel.
After an agonizingly quiet while, Angel spoke up, "And how?"
A shimmer of hope sparked in Aki's chest. "Sit down," he gestured to his bed. To be fair, Aki hadn't planned this out far from beyond this point. His heart was hammering, his brain started screaming at him how stupid he was. Yet he sat across Angel, staring deep into his eyes.
His still gloved hand extended towards Angel's, gently holding it. He blinked a few times in complete disbelief, his gaze alternating between Aki's face and the hand holding his. They were quiet, comfortably quiet. Aki started rubbing small circles with his thumb, tracing over the knuckles of Angel's hand. His were a lot smaller than Aki's own, he probably could fit both into one hand of his.
A distinct shade of pink colored Angel's cheeks. The gesture was foreign, but far from unwelcome. "Does it feel nice?" Angel gave half a nod.
"Feels... good, I think? It makes me feel warm."
"That's definitely good."
Aki continued to rub circles over his hand, experimenting with placements. Up until he felt another idea stir up in him.
"Angel, can I try something different?"
"Sure."
Slowly, Aki let go of the small hands below him. He raised his arms up, stretching his palm out to rest somewhere different - Angel's cheeks. In an instant he felt the boy heat up, facing going beet red. Aki half expected him to just pull away, deem it as "too much", but instead he leaned into the touch.
Face cocked to the side, constantly holding eye contact, as if Aki's eyes alone could provide him with the reassurance that this was okay. His mouth was slightly agape, just enough to be noticeable. Once Aki felt like he had accustomed to the sensation enough, he swiped his thumb over the other's cheek, gentle and caring. Angel sucked in a sharp breath, body going tense for a second, then relaxing into the touch.
"I like this," he stammered, blushing harder than ever.
A sense of relief washed over Aki. Angel seemed to feel safe, which was all he hoped would happen. He scanned the boy across him. The way Aki's clothes hung loosely off of him, the only thing still fitting being the gloves.
His halo let his face glow under this soft, warm light. A few of his feathers were also still hit by the light. It made Aki get another idea.
"Angel?"
"Mhm?"
His response was nothing but a content hum. "Would you mind if I touched your wings?" He leaned further into the touch, closing his eyes and slowly nodding.
Aki took that as his sign to keep his hand there, for now at least. His free hand moved over to his back. Angel bent forward to allow for easier access.
Carefully, Aki reached out to touch the soft feathers on his back. He stroked up and down as far as he could reach, playing with individual feathers when he could. The Angel under him took a deep breath at every touch. Even though Aki couldn't feel everything under latex gloves, he could still make out the incredible softness of his feathers. His hand trailed downward, stroking the longer feathers further down.
"Aki..."
Angel's voice was low, his cheek still firmly pressed against his hand. The soft flesh against Aki's palm felt hot to the touch, in a pleasant way. He continued to gently grasp feathers, softly pulling them. His touch remained just as careful. All his focus was put into making his calloused hands feel loving, anything than what he usually did with them.
When he lifted his hand to trail his fingers over the small feathers on his back again, he felt Angel's breath hitch and his head falling forward, hitting his chest. His body tensed up instantly, almost remaining frozen against his chest.
"Angel?", Aki stopped his movements, carefully lifting him back up.
"Oh god, fuck...", Angel mumbled, barely audible. His face was even more flushed then before, gaze averted from Aki's sight. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
Worry rose inside him. Angel sheepishly shook his head, still not meeting Aki's eyes. He took a moment to get a good look at Angel. Only then did he notice the way he stretched the shirt over his crotch.
Oh.
Oh.
Embarrassment crept up his spine, that wasn't his intention at all. "I- I didn't know, I swear," Angel stammered. "I read that that works for birds, but... Whenever I tried, it never did anything. I'm sorry-"
Aki struggled to comprehend all that information. He didn't expect wings to be an erogenous zone. Given that everything happened so fast, it was kind of difficult to make sense of it all.
Unfortunately, that also turned out to be harder than he anticipated. Mainly because his mind plagued him with the image of Angel touching himself - especially his wings, right where he just touched.
It never occurred to him that Angel would do that. He was a Devil, Devil's didn't reproduce. But since he appeared human, he must have certain desires just like a regular person, right? He even implied that when Denji asked him that stupid question.
He was really just oblivious.
Aki didn't want to think about Angel like that, with his hands between his legs and perhaps even on his wings, but his mind wouldn't stop flashing him those fantasies. His throat went dry picturing that. For the sake of possibly making this any less awkward, he did try to stay focused as best as he could.
"Do you, uhm, want to use the bathroom? Or want me to just go?"
Angel finally met his gaze, in complete embarrassment, but he faced him. His eyes were half lidded, pupils already blown. Whatever he did must have keyed him up good, another thing Aki tried not to envision right now.
"I'm still sorry."
"It's fine, just natural."
He blamed it on natural instincts, because that would excuse why his pants were starting to get tight as well. He just admitted to himself, that Angel has some humanity inside him, so it's natural to be turned on by all those images bombarding his mind. It was just because of that, if that hadn't happen before, this wouldn't be arousing at all, right? He'd still just view him as a Devil, right?
Aki gradually lost the mental battle against his morality.
Angel on the other hand lowered his gaze again out of shame, seemingly ready to get up to excuse himself. But he halted midway.
"What about you?"
"Sorry?"
Suddenly Angel leaned back in, his face too close for comfort to his own. "What's your excuse for getting hard?"
Aki's morality had already been defeated when all blood rushed south, so there really was no valid excuse other than "picturing you touching yourself is hot".
"Uhh...", Aki was getting nowhere, nor did he even plan to gather up an explanation. Angel cocked his head, still taking in his presence with those bedroom eyes that are about to be Aki's death. The hint of a smirk settled on his rosey lips.
"You know," he whispered, "would be okay for me, if we continued. What about you?"
The Devil had let go of the shirt, bulge now very much visible. His hair fell messily onto his shoulders, enveloping his pale face in red. Aki swallowed hard. Temptation had been thrown right in front of him, sweet temptation, begging him to give in - and he'd be the fool to do so. He was a slave to instincts just as much as anyone else.
"Angel, this, uhm..."
"'This' what?"
To be completely honest, Aki was beyond ready and wanting to do this, but had no idea how he'd actually do it with Angel. Sure, he was no virgin, he's had his fair share of experience. But this time he couldn't even touch his partner. How was he going to have sex, or anything close to that, with someone he cannot undress?
"I don't know how we would, you know? I can't touch you," he admitted shamefully.
Angel still looked at him deeply, eyes clouded over. He cocked his head further, almost as if to mock him. Then, without a warning, Angel leaned into the crook of his neck, careful to hover over his skin, yet close enough so that Aki could feel his hot breath.
He blinked straight ahead, processing. From the corner of his eye, he could make out how much Angel was arching in this position. He was on all fours, while Aki still sat cross-legged. Suddenly, the breath on his skin turned into a whisper:
"Get creative, please."
Angel's voice was a mere plead. He sounded raw, lust driven beyond recognition. Aki's eyes widened immediately, his brain short circuiting.
In an instant Angel removed himself from Aki, falling flat on his back onto the bed. His legs spread to accommodate the space Aki occupied. He let his arms fall to his side, keeping them wide open.
Aki couldn't believe his eyes, his dick twitched at the sight. Angel layed himself out for him, fully submissive, practically begging Aki to get him off. He could clearly see the way hist small chest rose and fell with every breath. The scene in front of him made him forget how to function for a good while, just staring at the boy under him, ready and waiting.
"Aki," he whined, legs spreading even further. "Don't play shy. I don't wanna do it myself, it's exhausting."
His mind flooded with images of Angel touching himself once again, getting frustrated because it was taking longer than anticipated. Aki swallowed the lump in his throat, shifting his position to be comfortable inbetween spread legs. His gloved hands reached for the other's waist, holding him in place. Angel took a satisfied, deep breath upon contact.
"Have you done this before?", Aki asked, even though he could have guessed the answer.
"No, you're the first."
As expected.
Something in Aki's gut tightened realizing that nobody has ever got to see this side of him.
Slowly, his hands traveled upwards, lifting the shirt until he reached Angel's chest. His breathing quickened, turning into small moans as Aki started toying with his nipple. His back arched into the touch, hands reaching for the bed sheet for support. Angel was sensitive, more sensitive than Aki had ever seen anyone be.
Aki pinched the bud a little firmer, just to test for reactions. In an instant Angel yelped out a moan. "More...," he blabbered absent-minded. Who was Aki to deny that request? He pinched harder, twisting and pulling slightly.
"Aki-!", Angel cried out, his small hips bucking into nothing. It was almost addictive to watch him. He had barely done anything and Angel was acting like he was fucking into him raw.
"You're so sensitive," Aki mumbled, not really to Angel, rather to himself. The other gave something close to a nod. "Feels good. It's never that good when I do it."
"You do that to yourself?"
"Sometimes..."
Aki decided not to indulge too much into the thought of Angel playing with his nipples all by himself, not when he had the real thing right in front of him. His hands let go of his nipple, instead circling over it with one thumb. Angel bit his lips, head tipping back. The wings on his back shuddered every time Aki adjusted the pressure he had on him.
Every small change made Angel seemingly lose his mind. This may have been one of the hottest things Aki had ever witnessed. Every moan, every twitch made it harder to ignore the urge to indulge and kiss him. His lips hung half open, ready to let more beautiful moans past them. It took every ounce of will power in Aki to not give in.
"Touch me more, please," Angel demanded, heavy arms slowly guiding his hand over to his wings. "T-there, Aki. Touch me there..."
His brain operated on autopilot, not quite registering the plea from Angel. Yet he reached for his waist again to lift the smaller boy into his lap. Angel's body was basically dead weight. He let Aki position him, his head on his chest and arms around Aki's waist for support. That way he felt Angel's boner press right up against him.
It was getting so hot, he wished he could just take off his clothes. After all he was still in his work uniform. He reached behind Angel to where his wings sprouted once again.
"Rough or gentle?", he asked, already trailing his fingers over the soft feathers at the base. "Ah-! I-I don't know."
Right, Angel had never done this before.
"Just k-keep going, please. This feels so good." Aki complied, keeping his fingers light, tracing over the wing. Little whines spilled out from Angel under him, his hips bucking against him, searching for friction.
The way he was falling apart under Aki's every touch was maddening. His small body trembled, fingers gripping so tight onto Aki's shirt, he feared he might tear a hole into it. With every touch Angel's breathing hitched and his hips bucked further, hitting Aki's boner every time, making focusing especially hard.
Aki let his eyes wander from the way Angel arched into his touch to where his halo eluminated his silky hair. His movements slowed for mere seconds, but Angel immediately reacted.
"Don't stop, please please please."
He lifted his head to meet Aki's eyes. His face a plea in it's own, as if it had "ruin me" written all over it. Aki resumed his movements as before, earning himself a loud moan from Angel. He kept staring at those perfectly soft looking lips, that hung open, releasing breathy moans.
"God, I wanna kiss you..."
Aki was thinking out loud, unable to contain himself. Angel on the other hand opened his eyes just a bit. He still looked exactly as desperate as he did when they started, which was possibly the hottest thing Aki had ever seen.
But to his surprise Angel suddenly reached for his tie.
Before Aki could ask what Angel had planned, he felt the fabric of his tie pressed against his lips, followed by Angel crashing his with the tie. Aki stilled for a second, processing.
But Angel simulated kissing motions, even pressing his tongue against the fabric. Aki felt himself twitch in his pants. His hands lowered from Angel's wings down to his ass, pushing him impossibly closer and right over his dick.
He imitated the other's motions, his heart skipping a beat once he felt Angel's tongue against his, just seperated by a thin layer of fabric. He was about to go insane. Aki pushed Angel forward once again, squeezing his ass tightly. In response Angel gave a soft moan against the fabric. Aki kept toying with it, squeezing and maneuvering Angel in his lap.
With every touch Angel could focus less and less on kissing and resorted to simply moaning against the tie. So much, that drool started seeping down from the corner of his lips, hitting Aki's thigh.
He pulled back just enough to not be a danger to him. With teary, needy eyes he looked up at Aki, whispering, "Aki, I want you. I want you in me."
He pointed down to his crotch by softly trailing along his abdomen, stopping right before his boner.
"Wanna suck you off."
This time he lightly let his finger slide over the outline of his bulge. "Angel, we can't. It's-"
Aki didn't get to finish his sentence. Instead he was interrupted by Angel grabbing his hand and bringing his pointer and middle finger into his mouth. He made sure to open as wide as he could, accommodating the two digits.
Angel lulled his tongue out. It was an obscene show - private, just for Aki.
Then he closed his mouth, sucking the fingers as deep in as he could. Experimentally, Aki slowly pushed them deeper, even though he swore he was about to hit the back of Angel's throat. He just seemed to have no gag reflex.
The entire time Angel didn't take his eyes off of Aki, enjoying the way his cheeks flushed further when he took him deeper. Angel opened his mouth again, just as vulgar as before.
Aki removed his fingers slowly, admiring the way they were coated with saliva. It made him wonder what Angel tasted like. Curiosity got to him, so he put the coated fingers into his mouth. It was almost sweet, as if he had been eating candy while Aki wasn't looking. Angel stared up at him with those needy eyes.
"You taste sweet," he replied. Angel shoved his body forward, closer to Aki. "Let me taste you, too."
Obediently, he opened his mouth, tongue darting out just slightly for show. It made Aki wonder where Angel learned to be so seductive. Without thinking Aki tipped Angel's head back slightly, angling himself above it. Then he spat into his mouth, his thumb pressed into the side of Angel's mouth to keep it open. The other swallowed just as willingly.
"It's good," Angel mumbled, chasing the taste on his tongue.
Just mere seconds after, Angel grabbed Aki's shoulders, resuming his earlier grinding against him. "Aki...", he whined out of frustration. "I-I need something, anything. D-don't wanna- Mhm-! Please..."
His hips rolled gradually slower. Of course Angel would also be lazy in bed, what did Aki even expect? His arm found rest against the small of Angel's back, holding him in place. "It's okay, I've got you."
He moved to the headboard, placing Angel against it. Subconsciously, he already spread his legs. Aki took his place inbetween them, placing one hand on his waist and one over the top of his head.
"Aki...?"
Angel's reply was a thrust forward, right against his boner. He immediately moaned at the contact, chasing the pleasure with impatient hips.
"Good?"
"More!"
Another sharp roll of his hips made Angel's eyes roll back. Both of them where still fully clothed, yet somehow it almost felt better than actual sex. Aki continued to push against him, until he found a steady rhythm. Angel chanted his name like a prayer with every thrust.
"Ah-! S-so good. Don't stop please please plea- Mhm-!"
All Angel forced out besides desperate moans was incoherent begging. Even though Aki would have never thought about stopping. Having Angel so needy under him, moaning at every touch was the best sight he had ever gotten to see.
Aki's own breathing got unsteady, slight moans starting to escape him every time he rolled his hips forward. He had been so worked up, trying to keep himself steady for Angel's sake. In reality he was just as desperate.
He kept his rhythm up, grinding against the other like his life depended on it. It felt so good, even though he wasn't even naked. Angel's hips bucked into him more frequently, legs twitching, almost shaking. His moans were cut off by more hitched breathing. He whined his name again, "Aki..."
"You're close?"
"Y-yeah."
Angel's hands clawed into the sheets again, biting his lips. "Please... Make me c-cum."
"Anything for you."
The way Angel whined was pure fuel for his body. His movements got even faster, a familiar tightness settling in the pit of his stomach. "S-so close, p-please, Aki, please!"
His small body was tense, hips practically in the air to meet Aki's thrusts. His head fell back, eyes shut tightly. Aki gave a last hard thrust forward and Angel yelled out, "F-fuck! Aki, fuck! Cumming-!"
Aki kept rolling his hips, he was so close as well. He could barely make out the way a damp spot was forming in the front of Angel's sweatpants. The way Angel was still hitching, now overstimulated and fucked out, pushed Aki over the edge.
"God, Angel...", he breathed as he came, biting his lip. His hips gradually stilled until he finished. Aki stayed in his position over Angel for a few seconds without saying a word. Post nut clarity had seemed to hit Angel, he was now refusing to look at Aki.
"You doing alright?" Angel gave him a small nod.
"Embarrassed?" Another small nod.
"No need to be, you were amazing." He got off from inbetween the other's legs and settled right next to him. "This is so gross. I need new pants - and underwear."
Aki chuckled, also starting to be annoyed by the sticky feeling. "Of course. I'm gonna shower or do you want to first?"
"Hell no. I need to relax first. Nobody told me sex would be that exhausting." Aki suppressed a laugh.
"That wasn't even real sex."
"So it gets worse? God no."
As lazy as ever.
Aki got up from the bed, reaching for something to sleep in in his closet. "I'll be back, won't take too long." Just as Aki closed the door behind him, he was met with Denji and Power in the hallway.
"What are you two doing-"
"You couldn't have been any louder!"
Power covered her ears in annoyance. A blush rose to Aki's cheeks, they had been caught.
"Can't believe the guy, who can't even touch people gets to bang before I do!", Denji crossed his arms in front of him, letting out a sigh.
"Sorry, if I woke-"
"We're never having a sleepover again!" Power pointed a demonstrative finger into the air. "Not if you just have sex with the people you bring over. Gross, Aki!"
"That wasn't my intention-"
Power wasn't even listening to him anymore. She turned to Denji instead. "Seriously, I didn't even think he masturbated." Denji gave her a shrug.
Aki decided to leave it be and not pick a fight. He moved past them to the bathroom to take a well deserved shower.