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X-men First Class fic: Abuzz (1/1) - complete
Title: Abuzz
Fandom: X-men First Class
Word count: 2,990
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Azazel/Riptide
Warning/Summary: Straight-up smutfic for ya.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters and no copyright infringement is intended here. I certainly don't make any money off of fanfic.
Cross posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
azazel_riptide.
(Remember, it's PWP; don't click the cut tag unless you're okay with that).
Notes:
Written in response to this prompt onxmen_firstkink. The prompt reads: ”Azazel/Riptide. porn porn porn porn porn porn
Also, this fic takes place after my fic “Slow”. But both “Slow” and this one are PWPs, so really no big deal if you haven’t read one or the other since they are, ahem, rather light on plot. Just know that “Slow” describes Azazel and Riptide’s second time together, and this fic describes their third.
Abuzz
At last! The Hellfire Club has finished its latest scheme successfully, Sebastian Shaw is pleased, and the foursome has retired to one of its hideaways.
So finally Azazel and Riptide will get some alone-time. Azazel sends his lover a quick message, letting him know that he will be in his room in 10 minutes and to be ready for him.
The two men have newly become lovers. Azazel is already abuzz with anticipation but, seasoned man that he is, he knows how to calm himself and wait. It’s not easy though. He’s never bedded a more handsome man than Riptide before, and the two previous times that they coupled were the two best experiences Azazel ever had. He would bet that Riptide feels the same way. He smiles, thinking that Riptide right now is probably even more eager and excited.
Azazel then finishes up what remains of his work and duty, returns to his quarters to spruce himself up, and knocks on Janos’s door.
“Come in,” Janos calls.
Azazel enters and closes the door behind him. He smiles at the sight that awaits him.
The lights inside Riptide’s room are slightly dimmed, but Azazel can still see well. Riptide is reclining on top of the bed, totally nude. Riptide has just taken a shower and he is already slightly hard.
“You remember,” Azazel murmurs, very pleased. “You remember that this is how I want to see you whenever we are alone together.”
Last time Azazel had ordered Riptide to remove all of his clothing right away, any time the two men were alone together. Azazel’s eyes are delighted at the sight of the beautiful man without a thread of clothing on. Azazel hasn’t had that much beauty or pleasure in his life, and it almost scares him to realize how much he needs it now that it’s offered to him. He feasts his eyes on Riptide’s perfect form.
“I did,” Riptide responds, almost sounding shy.
As Azazel drinks in the sight, he thinks about how he wants tonight’s encounter to play out. He’s had a few ideas in his mind all day, and now decides on one. The first part of their coupling tonight is not going to be romantic, not yet. This part is going to be just about sex and domination.
Azazel strides towards the bed, unzips his pants, and offers his cock to Riptide. “Suck on it,” he orders.
He briefly wonders if Riptide will be phased, will pout his tender lips, demand that they kiss first or that Azazel at least undress. Azazel wouldn’t mind if his lover did any of those things, and he would probably comply just as long as Riptide understood that the older man was leading this encounter – and all of their encounters. But for whatever reason, Riptide not only complies with the order but looks happy about it. Riptide moves from the bed, kneels in front of Azazel, and does as he is ordered.
Azazel groans deeply at Riptide’s work. He hadn’t intended to be vocal, but he can’t help but to let out a few more groans and a few words. “Yeeees…Just like that...You take it in nice and deep…Nice and deep.”
He runs his fingers through Riptide’s dark hair. Riptide’s lips, tongue, and hands know exactly what to do and Azazel is already rock hard and leaking pre cum. Riptide decides to take a risk and deviate from what he had been doing in order to suck on Azazel’s balls. Azazel likes that too and lets him know, and then he tells Riptide when to put his mouth back on his dick.
“Very good,” Azazel says at last. “Very, very good. You can stop now.”
“You don’t want to finish in my mouth?” Riptide asks.
“I can’t. I fuck – that’s how I come. I can use my hand or tail to pull it if I have to, but I like to move my hips and fuck.” Azazel looks down at his lover, still kneeling before him. “That is okay with you?” He’s not sure why he’s asking the question, given their last two encounters, but for some reason he feels he needs to ask it.
Riptide smiles as he slowly gets to his feet. “You do the fucking better than anyone else I had. So it’s okay with me. You want to fuck me now then?” Riptide has experienced all sorts of variations with the men he’s had and he’s had men before who don’t come from oral sex. And he means what he said to Azazel just now; Azazel is a far more considerate top than any of the others who have ridden him.
Azazel answers Riptide’s question. “No. I like to see you come first. So last time you tell me things you like. You said you like being touched and being kissed. You said you like a strong man, you like being fucked, and you like my tail.”
“I am very, very impress,” Riptide says, sincerely. He doesn’t want to reveal all of his cards either, but he certainly can’t remember a time when one of his men remembered what he liked, let alone asked in the first place.
“So which do I give you first? Maybe I kiss you first. And then – you like having your dick sucked on? You come that way, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, and Holy Mother in heaven, yes!” Riptide answers
Azazel grins. “Lay down,” he says, gesturing to the bed.
Riptide settles on the bed, laying on his back again. He expects that perhaps Azazel will pounce given how hard and hot he is now, but he doesn’t. Azazel sits at the foot of the bed, and slowly works his way up Riptide’s body. He holds onto one of his feet and rubs it, and then gradually moves up to the legs. He plays with the hair on Riptide’s legs and places a smattering of kisses along his thighs. He briefly regards Riptide’s cock, places a quick kiss on its burning head and murmurs, “We come back here later,” before moving upwards. He spends ample time on Riptide’s hard midsection, alternatively kissing and licking various spots on his torso. Azazel’s tail now joins in the act, lightly caressing the areas that Azazel has just kissed. “You have nice chest,” Azazel whispers and applies himself to licking his lover’s nipples. He spends time there too, circling one with his tongue while gently squeezing the other between his fingers. The tail again moves, now circling and gently squeezing Riptide’s muscular arms.
At last he reaches Riptide’s neck, and Riptide is already in ecstasy. All during Azazel’s leisurely exploration of his body, Riptide is moaning and gasping and making sounds that he never knew he had inside him. His previous thought of not revealing all of his cards is gone, and all Riptide can do is murmur how much he loves this, how perfect this is, to keep doing it this way. Azazel reaches his neck now and licks it firmly, up and down. When he finally gains Riptide’s lips, he spends even more time there than he had planned. Their tongues meet, Azazel plunging his tongue inside his lover’s mouth and then tracing his lover’s lips with his tongue. He returns to kissing Riptide, and Riptide returns the kiss eagerly. Many, many moments pass with the two men simply kissing each other’s mouths.
Azazel slowly pulls away and takes stock. His lover is obviously in orbit, entranced almost. Both of their bodies are covered in sweat, both their cocks are as hard as marble. Azazel is happy with his efforts, knowing that he has delivered what Riptide had said he liked.
“It is time for climax, yes?” Azazel says.
His response is a fevered groan from Riptide. Azazel smiles again and then moves down his lover’s body to fulfill his promise from earlier. He grasps Riptide’s hardness in one hand, and then lowers his mouth. Azazel’s tongue sweeps over and around him, teasing lightly but insistently. To Riptide, the feel of Azazel’s tongue is like burning fire and Riptide doesn’t know how much longer he can take this. Azazel then opens his mouth and takes him between his lips, sucking as if on a delicious morsel. His mouth draws strongly and rhythmically upon him. Riptide is murmuring words in Spanish, almost sounding as if he is begging and pleading. “Oh Azazel,” Riptide whispers, “I am ready.” Azazel keeps his mouth on him and swallows his lover’s cum, taking it down his throat and enjoying that he has brought this much pleasure to him. Not that he had questioned it before, but Azazel is now reminded that he can likely get Riptide to do anything.
“I see you like,” Azazel breathes, when Riptide’s climax is finished.
“You...you are amazing,” Riptide manages, deciding to reveal exactly how he feels now. “And I thank you. Everything you just did is so perfect. My other men treated me just like I am a...a hole and that is all, and you are so much better that I don’t even have the words for it.” He pauses to take a breath. “But I feel that it is my-my duty and honor to make you feel good. So please tell me how you like it. I put the bottle of lubricant out on the side table already.”
Azazel smiles. His cock is throbbing, he’s almost dizzy with lust and with the knowledge that an intense climax is close. He speedily removes the rest of his clothing.
“Turn over onto your stomach,” Azazel orders. “Lay down all the way, and put pillow under your hips.”
Riptide does as he is told, and he hears the lubricant jar being opened. Azazel now is so eager that he spends just a moment or two licking and caressing Riptide’s shoulders and back, and moving his hair out of the way to kiss the back of his neck. Then his hands quickly reach their target. They cup, fondle, and then gently spread Riptide’s buttocks.
“Ah, this is good,” Azazel murmurs, the passage to pleasure now revealed and vulnerable. His fingers now slick with the lube, he spends many long moments just rubbing and gently pressing on the opening.
Riptide is in a very exposed position but he doesn’t even feel tense, partly due to the orgasm he has just experienced and partly due to the way that Azazel has handled him each and every time. He is satisfied to be in this position; he craves bringing fulfillment to his man.
“Which way you like it best?” Riptide asks, as Azazel continues to gradually open him up. “The first two times you had me on my hands and knees. And last time you change it so I was on my back. But what do you like best? And what positions do you not like?”
“I must tell you that I am older man, so I get set in my ways a little, perhaps, and I tried everything at one time or another. I like hands and knees a lot. That is good one; it is good to be in control. Or I like what we do last time, with you on your back – that was nice; you like to kiss and I can kiss you better that way. I really like any position where I can thrust down. So I don’t like for me to be on the bottom with you straddling me. I don’t like side by side as much; I can’t thrust as hard that way. I don’t like to do standing up – too hard to do that and come.” Azazel pauses to slather his dick with the lubricant. He places the tip at the entrance and holds it there, applying steady but gentle pressure. “What about you?”
Riptide moans. “I like for you to decide and do what makes you the happiest. Just as long as you open me up the way you do now. You are soooo good with going nice and slow.”
“Thank you,” Azazel answers. “I am glad you are pleased.” He can tell that Riptide is almost ready and he can’t wait to fill his lover with his cum.
Riptide feels his inner muscles release from the steady pressure. “I am ready,” he whispers. “Fuck me. Go as hard and fast as you want.”
Azazel slowly enters. He would like this to last long but knows that he doesn’t have a prayer of lasting more than a few minutes, not with all this build up. He does everything he can to go slowly at first, just watching that red penis that Riptide likes so much plunging in and out of the opening. He feels the thrill of dominating someone, of having the other person completely at his mercy while at the same time knowing that he has pleasured the other man greatly.
“I will start to move fast now, maybe a little…aggressive. Still okay?” Azazel asks.
“Do as you wish – I like it all.”
Azazel hears the words, looks down again to observe his cock again moving in and out, and all rational thought and all tender thoughts are soon gone. He moves forward, laying on top of Riptide, and now he is simply fucking. Moving his hips, thrusting in and out, pumping pumping pumping. Azazel groans again and speeds up. Riptide is so deliciously tight. Azazel’s cock is enclosed and it is paradise. He humps faster and harder, the bedsprings squeaking loudly. His face is hot and covered in sweat, and every nerve ending in his body is focused on his cock, Riptide’s body particularly that wonderful entrance, and the orgasm he is about to achieve. Azazel’s humping becomes frenetic and he’s not even aware of all the groaning and grunting he is doing. He reaches his own ecstasy and releases deep inside his lover. Not wanting it to end, he continues to pump for as long as he can.
Once he grows too soft, Azazel reluctantly is out of his lover’s body. Riptide turns over and says, “Un momentito,” and gets up from the bed.
Azazel hopes that Riptide is not in the bathroom for too long, and he’s not. His lover returns to the bed to lie next to him. Azazel puts his arms around him.
“I think you like,” Riptide says with a smile, obviously referring to what just occurred.
“I think you did too,” Azazel says, chuckling.
Azazel then finds himself playing with Riptide’s hair with one hand, while his tail affectionately caresses Riptide’s torso. Riptide snuggles against him and kisses the side of his face.
Azazel silently questions himself. The sex is wonderful, no doubt of that, but why is he still in bed with this man and feeling like he never wants to leave? This happened last time with Riptide too! Long ago Azazel promised himself no more emotional attachments to any other human beings, and if he wasn’t so relaxed and drained from his intense climax, he would force himself to get out of this bed.
Or would he? Riptide is now murmuring, “You want me to give you…I can’t think what it’s called. ‘Massage’ I think is what it’s called. I had a man who liked for me to do this,” he says, demonstrating by massaging Azazel’s shoulders for a bit.
“This...this is nice,” Azazel allows. He has decades of tenseness in his body and the scars to prove it.
“I can rub your feet too. Might feel nice too,” Riptide offers.
Azazel again tells himself he should leave, worried about the stirrings of emotion in his heart. He brushes it aside and tells himself he’s just enjoying what Riptide is doing for him physically, that’s all. It is normal to lose your head a bit when you take a new lover, especially one whose needs and wants are in synch this much with yours. That completely explains this.
“This man who liked for you to do this,” Azazel begins, as Riptide’s fingers bring him a different type of relaxation and pleasure, not the sharp ache of sexual pleasure but something more subtle and just as enchanting, “...he was good to you?” Azazel can’t explain why he’s asking, only that he suddenly needs to know.
“No,” Riptide answers after a moment or two. “He was not. So I decide not to stay with someone who is not good to me.”
Now Azazel really can’t explain why he lets this fact bother him, why it causes him some worry. He diligently noted what Riptide told him last time that he liked in bed. But what if it’s not enough? His mind whirls. Perhaps he can procure a gift for Riptide. He is always so well-dressed; Riptide might appreciate a watch or cuff links. But Azazel has no idea what is in style. Would Riptide want flowers? Azazel has never before purchased them for someone else but he’s observed Shaw bring them to Emma. What else should he do? Should he ask Emma for gift ideas?
“Is something wrong?” Riptide asks. “You feel a little tense now.”
“I – I want to be good to you,” Azazel admits, disliking the vulnerability in his voice but needing to say it.
“Continue to be as you are,” Riptide offers quietly.
Azazel is quiet for many moments, and then begins again. “Janos? This man who was not good to you. You want for me to kill him?”
“Thank you, but that is not necessary.”
By the time Riptide finishes the massage and is again kissing Azazel’s mouth, and Azazel is responding, lingering, and never wanting to leave this bed and this man, Azazel doesn’t know what to think now. He tells himself he is still strong and powerful – invulnerable even. Perhaps the buzzing in his heart is just simply the result of the two men’s physical compatibility.
Or perhaps it is something more, and if so maybe Azazel can live with that too.
THE END
Fandom: X-men First Class
Word count: 2,990
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Azazel/Riptide
Warning/Summary: Straight-up smutfic for ya.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters and no copyright infringement is intended here. I certainly don't make any money off of fanfic.
Cross posted to
azazel_riptide.(Remember, it's PWP; don't click the cut tag unless you're okay with that).
Notes:
Written in response to this prompt on
xmen_firstkink. The prompt reads: ”Azazel/Riptide. porn porn porn porn porn pornAlso, this fic takes place after my fic “Slow”. But both “Slow” and this one are PWPs, so really no big deal if you haven’t read one or the other since they are, ahem, rather light on plot. Just know that “Slow” describes Azazel and Riptide’s second time together, and this fic describes their third.
Abuzz
At last! The Hellfire Club has finished its latest scheme successfully, Sebastian Shaw is pleased, and the foursome has retired to one of its hideaways.
So finally Azazel and Riptide will get some alone-time. Azazel sends his lover a quick message, letting him know that he will be in his room in 10 minutes and to be ready for him.
The two men have newly become lovers. Azazel is already abuzz with anticipation but, seasoned man that he is, he knows how to calm himself and wait. It’s not easy though. He’s never bedded a more handsome man than Riptide before, and the two previous times that they coupled were the two best experiences Azazel ever had. He would bet that Riptide feels the same way. He smiles, thinking that Riptide right now is probably even more eager and excited.
Azazel then finishes up what remains of his work and duty, returns to his quarters to spruce himself up, and knocks on Janos’s door.
“Come in,” Janos calls.
Azazel enters and closes the door behind him. He smiles at the sight that awaits him.
The lights inside Riptide’s room are slightly dimmed, but Azazel can still see well. Riptide is reclining on top of the bed, totally nude. Riptide has just taken a shower and he is already slightly hard.
“You remember,” Azazel murmurs, very pleased. “You remember that this is how I want to see you whenever we are alone together.”
Last time Azazel had ordered Riptide to remove all of his clothing right away, any time the two men were alone together. Azazel’s eyes are delighted at the sight of the beautiful man without a thread of clothing on. Azazel hasn’t had that much beauty or pleasure in his life, and it almost scares him to realize how much he needs it now that it’s offered to him. He feasts his eyes on Riptide’s perfect form.
“I did,” Riptide responds, almost sounding shy.
As Azazel drinks in the sight, he thinks about how he wants tonight’s encounter to play out. He’s had a few ideas in his mind all day, and now decides on one. The first part of their coupling tonight is not going to be romantic, not yet. This part is going to be just about sex and domination.
Azazel strides towards the bed, unzips his pants, and offers his cock to Riptide. “Suck on it,” he orders.
He briefly wonders if Riptide will be phased, will pout his tender lips, demand that they kiss first or that Azazel at least undress. Azazel wouldn’t mind if his lover did any of those things, and he would probably comply just as long as Riptide understood that the older man was leading this encounter – and all of their encounters. But for whatever reason, Riptide not only complies with the order but looks happy about it. Riptide moves from the bed, kneels in front of Azazel, and does as he is ordered.
Azazel groans deeply at Riptide’s work. He hadn’t intended to be vocal, but he can’t help but to let out a few more groans and a few words. “Yeeees…Just like that...You take it in nice and deep…Nice and deep.”
He runs his fingers through Riptide’s dark hair. Riptide’s lips, tongue, and hands know exactly what to do and Azazel is already rock hard and leaking pre cum. Riptide decides to take a risk and deviate from what he had been doing in order to suck on Azazel’s balls. Azazel likes that too and lets him know, and then he tells Riptide when to put his mouth back on his dick.
“Very good,” Azazel says at last. “Very, very good. You can stop now.”
“You don’t want to finish in my mouth?” Riptide asks.
“I can’t. I fuck – that’s how I come. I can use my hand or tail to pull it if I have to, but I like to move my hips and fuck.” Azazel looks down at his lover, still kneeling before him. “That is okay with you?” He’s not sure why he’s asking the question, given their last two encounters, but for some reason he feels he needs to ask it.
Riptide smiles as he slowly gets to his feet. “You do the fucking better than anyone else I had. So it’s okay with me. You want to fuck me now then?” Riptide has experienced all sorts of variations with the men he’s had and he’s had men before who don’t come from oral sex. And he means what he said to Azazel just now; Azazel is a far more considerate top than any of the others who have ridden him.
Azazel answers Riptide’s question. “No. I like to see you come first. So last time you tell me things you like. You said you like being touched and being kissed. You said you like a strong man, you like being fucked, and you like my tail.”
“I am very, very impress,” Riptide says, sincerely. He doesn’t want to reveal all of his cards either, but he certainly can’t remember a time when one of his men remembered what he liked, let alone asked in the first place.
“So which do I give you first? Maybe I kiss you first. And then – you like having your dick sucked on? You come that way, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, and Holy Mother in heaven, yes!” Riptide answers
Azazel grins. “Lay down,” he says, gesturing to the bed.
Riptide settles on the bed, laying on his back again. He expects that perhaps Azazel will pounce given how hard and hot he is now, but he doesn’t. Azazel sits at the foot of the bed, and slowly works his way up Riptide’s body. He holds onto one of his feet and rubs it, and then gradually moves up to the legs. He plays with the hair on Riptide’s legs and places a smattering of kisses along his thighs. He briefly regards Riptide’s cock, places a quick kiss on its burning head and murmurs, “We come back here later,” before moving upwards. He spends ample time on Riptide’s hard midsection, alternatively kissing and licking various spots on his torso. Azazel’s tail now joins in the act, lightly caressing the areas that Azazel has just kissed. “You have nice chest,” Azazel whispers and applies himself to licking his lover’s nipples. He spends time there too, circling one with his tongue while gently squeezing the other between his fingers. The tail again moves, now circling and gently squeezing Riptide’s muscular arms.
At last he reaches Riptide’s neck, and Riptide is already in ecstasy. All during Azazel’s leisurely exploration of his body, Riptide is moaning and gasping and making sounds that he never knew he had inside him. His previous thought of not revealing all of his cards is gone, and all Riptide can do is murmur how much he loves this, how perfect this is, to keep doing it this way. Azazel reaches his neck now and licks it firmly, up and down. When he finally gains Riptide’s lips, he spends even more time there than he had planned. Their tongues meet, Azazel plunging his tongue inside his lover’s mouth and then tracing his lover’s lips with his tongue. He returns to kissing Riptide, and Riptide returns the kiss eagerly. Many, many moments pass with the two men simply kissing each other’s mouths.
Azazel slowly pulls away and takes stock. His lover is obviously in orbit, entranced almost. Both of their bodies are covered in sweat, both their cocks are as hard as marble. Azazel is happy with his efforts, knowing that he has delivered what Riptide had said he liked.
“It is time for climax, yes?” Azazel says.
His response is a fevered groan from Riptide. Azazel smiles again and then moves down his lover’s body to fulfill his promise from earlier. He grasps Riptide’s hardness in one hand, and then lowers his mouth. Azazel’s tongue sweeps over and around him, teasing lightly but insistently. To Riptide, the feel of Azazel’s tongue is like burning fire and Riptide doesn’t know how much longer he can take this. Azazel then opens his mouth and takes him between his lips, sucking as if on a delicious morsel. His mouth draws strongly and rhythmically upon him. Riptide is murmuring words in Spanish, almost sounding as if he is begging and pleading. “Oh Azazel,” Riptide whispers, “I am ready.” Azazel keeps his mouth on him and swallows his lover’s cum, taking it down his throat and enjoying that he has brought this much pleasure to him. Not that he had questioned it before, but Azazel is now reminded that he can likely get Riptide to do anything.
“I see you like,” Azazel breathes, when Riptide’s climax is finished.
“You...you are amazing,” Riptide manages, deciding to reveal exactly how he feels now. “And I thank you. Everything you just did is so perfect. My other men treated me just like I am a...a hole and that is all, and you are so much better that I don’t even have the words for it.” He pauses to take a breath. “But I feel that it is my-my duty and honor to make you feel good. So please tell me how you like it. I put the bottle of lubricant out on the side table already.”
Azazel smiles. His cock is throbbing, he’s almost dizzy with lust and with the knowledge that an intense climax is close. He speedily removes the rest of his clothing.
“Turn over onto your stomach,” Azazel orders. “Lay down all the way, and put pillow under your hips.”
Riptide does as he is told, and he hears the lubricant jar being opened. Azazel now is so eager that he spends just a moment or two licking and caressing Riptide’s shoulders and back, and moving his hair out of the way to kiss the back of his neck. Then his hands quickly reach their target. They cup, fondle, and then gently spread Riptide’s buttocks.
“Ah, this is good,” Azazel murmurs, the passage to pleasure now revealed and vulnerable. His fingers now slick with the lube, he spends many long moments just rubbing and gently pressing on the opening.
Riptide is in a very exposed position but he doesn’t even feel tense, partly due to the orgasm he has just experienced and partly due to the way that Azazel has handled him each and every time. He is satisfied to be in this position; he craves bringing fulfillment to his man.
“Which way you like it best?” Riptide asks, as Azazel continues to gradually open him up. “The first two times you had me on my hands and knees. And last time you change it so I was on my back. But what do you like best? And what positions do you not like?”
“I must tell you that I am older man, so I get set in my ways a little, perhaps, and I tried everything at one time or another. I like hands and knees a lot. That is good one; it is good to be in control. Or I like what we do last time, with you on your back – that was nice; you like to kiss and I can kiss you better that way. I really like any position where I can thrust down. So I don’t like for me to be on the bottom with you straddling me. I don’t like side by side as much; I can’t thrust as hard that way. I don’t like to do standing up – too hard to do that and come.” Azazel pauses to slather his dick with the lubricant. He places the tip at the entrance and holds it there, applying steady but gentle pressure. “What about you?”
Riptide moans. “I like for you to decide and do what makes you the happiest. Just as long as you open me up the way you do now. You are soooo good with going nice and slow.”
“Thank you,” Azazel answers. “I am glad you are pleased.” He can tell that Riptide is almost ready and he can’t wait to fill his lover with his cum.
Riptide feels his inner muscles release from the steady pressure. “I am ready,” he whispers. “Fuck me. Go as hard and fast as you want.”
Azazel slowly enters. He would like this to last long but knows that he doesn’t have a prayer of lasting more than a few minutes, not with all this build up. He does everything he can to go slowly at first, just watching that red penis that Riptide likes so much plunging in and out of the opening. He feels the thrill of dominating someone, of having the other person completely at his mercy while at the same time knowing that he has pleasured the other man greatly.
“I will start to move fast now, maybe a little…aggressive. Still okay?” Azazel asks.
“Do as you wish – I like it all.”
Azazel hears the words, looks down again to observe his cock again moving in and out, and all rational thought and all tender thoughts are soon gone. He moves forward, laying on top of Riptide, and now he is simply fucking. Moving his hips, thrusting in and out, pumping pumping pumping. Azazel groans again and speeds up. Riptide is so deliciously tight. Azazel’s cock is enclosed and it is paradise. He humps faster and harder, the bedsprings squeaking loudly. His face is hot and covered in sweat, and every nerve ending in his body is focused on his cock, Riptide’s body particularly that wonderful entrance, and the orgasm he is about to achieve. Azazel’s humping becomes frenetic and he’s not even aware of all the groaning and grunting he is doing. He reaches his own ecstasy and releases deep inside his lover. Not wanting it to end, he continues to pump for as long as he can.
Once he grows too soft, Azazel reluctantly is out of his lover’s body. Riptide turns over and says, “Un momentito,” and gets up from the bed.
Azazel hopes that Riptide is not in the bathroom for too long, and he’s not. His lover returns to the bed to lie next to him. Azazel puts his arms around him.
“I think you like,” Riptide says with a smile, obviously referring to what just occurred.
“I think you did too,” Azazel says, chuckling.
Azazel then finds himself playing with Riptide’s hair with one hand, while his tail affectionately caresses Riptide’s torso. Riptide snuggles against him and kisses the side of his face.
Azazel silently questions himself. The sex is wonderful, no doubt of that, but why is he still in bed with this man and feeling like he never wants to leave? This happened last time with Riptide too! Long ago Azazel promised himself no more emotional attachments to any other human beings, and if he wasn’t so relaxed and drained from his intense climax, he would force himself to get out of this bed.
Or would he? Riptide is now murmuring, “You want me to give you…I can’t think what it’s called. ‘Massage’ I think is what it’s called. I had a man who liked for me to do this,” he says, demonstrating by massaging Azazel’s shoulders for a bit.
“This...this is nice,” Azazel allows. He has decades of tenseness in his body and the scars to prove it.
“I can rub your feet too. Might feel nice too,” Riptide offers.
Azazel again tells himself he should leave, worried about the stirrings of emotion in his heart. He brushes it aside and tells himself he’s just enjoying what Riptide is doing for him physically, that’s all. It is normal to lose your head a bit when you take a new lover, especially one whose needs and wants are in synch this much with yours. That completely explains this.
“This man who liked for you to do this,” Azazel begins, as Riptide’s fingers bring him a different type of relaxation and pleasure, not the sharp ache of sexual pleasure but something more subtle and just as enchanting, “...he was good to you?” Azazel can’t explain why he’s asking, only that he suddenly needs to know.
“No,” Riptide answers after a moment or two. “He was not. So I decide not to stay with someone who is not good to me.”
Now Azazel really can’t explain why he lets this fact bother him, why it causes him some worry. He diligently noted what Riptide told him last time that he liked in bed. But what if it’s not enough? His mind whirls. Perhaps he can procure a gift for Riptide. He is always so well-dressed; Riptide might appreciate a watch or cuff links. But Azazel has no idea what is in style. Would Riptide want flowers? Azazel has never before purchased them for someone else but he’s observed Shaw bring them to Emma. What else should he do? Should he ask Emma for gift ideas?
“Is something wrong?” Riptide asks. “You feel a little tense now.”
“I – I want to be good to you,” Azazel admits, disliking the vulnerability in his voice but needing to say it.
“Continue to be as you are,” Riptide offers quietly.
Azazel is quiet for many moments, and then begins again. “Janos? This man who was not good to you. You want for me to kill him?”
“Thank you, but that is not necessary.”
By the time Riptide finishes the massage and is again kissing Azazel’s mouth, and Azazel is responding, lingering, and never wanting to leave this bed and this man, Azazel doesn’t know what to think now. He tells himself he is still strong and powerful – invulnerable even. Perhaps the buzzing in his heart is just simply the result of the two men’s physical compatibility.
Or perhaps it is something more, and if so maybe Azazel can live with that too.
THE END
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Great job! ^^
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And for some odd reason, I like the line about the bedsprings. It makes me happy..
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