Fic - "Birthday Present" (1/1), complete
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stormkeeper_lovedorisTitle: Birthday Present
Word count: 3,600
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Azazel/Riptide
Summary: Written in response to this prompt: “Riptide has enough of being a bottom in the relationship. Azazel is surprised but doesn't argue. Azazel never bottomed before, so he feels awkward, but he can never say no to Riptide”. The prompter went on to request from me a bit of “kissy kissy” on the neck, which I must say has had me kind of squeeing for days.
Warnings: Porn – no attempt at anything but pure porn
Disclaimer: I don’t own the X-men. If I did, Jason Flemyng would be having a heated discussion with his agent, asking when he had agreed to do full frontal.
Birthday Present
Azazel was never the most creative when it came to buying gifts for Riptide. Gift-giving just didn't come naturally to Azazel, and he was really fresh out of ideas this time. So he decided to take the direct route, and simply ask his lover what he would like for his upcoming birthday.
"I have an idea for what I would like," Riptide began, a sly grin on his face. “It was something we tried once and you didn't like."
"Oh." Azazel knew right away what Riptide referred to. “But you did not like either,” Azazel cautioned.
"It is always hard to try something new. We can both try to keep an open mind and see what happens."
Azazel noticed the hopeful and excited look on Riptide's face. How could he deny him? And besides, he had absolutely no other gift ideas to fall back on. At least this one would be free.
***
Riptide was right – the one time they had tried Azazel bottoming, it had not been an enjoyable experience.
Azazel had insisted on positioning himself on top, straddling Riptide and lowering himself down. Riptide had cautioned that that might not be the best position for Azazel's first time, saying something about it putting more stress on the body.
Azazel probably should have listened to Riptide who, after all, had much more experience with this sort of thing.
They had done everything "right". Riptide had gone as slow as humanly possible, they had used twice as much lube as they had needed, Azazel had tried to relax - even doing some impressive deep breathing. Maybe their expectations had been too high; they had had a lot of mind-blowing sex over the years. Riptide had managed to, after much patience, get inside Azazel and to thrust. But Riptide had noted the grimace on Azazel's face, and had observed that Azazel was soft and floppy – something Riptide had never seen before, not in this context. Riptide's own arousal had simply died at that point, and the encounter had ended with muttered apologies on both ends. They had simply shrugged it off, assumed it wasn't meant to be, and went back to making love the way they were most comfortable.
Riptide hadn’t requested it again – until now.
***
“Do you want… maybe we should talk about it first?"
Azazel emerged from the shower, towel around his waist. Riptide fleetingly thought of how much he enjoyed seeing Azazel like this, the beads of moisture on his red skin, his hair askew from the towel-drying he was giving it. Riptide had not dimmed the lights, so he was able to see Azazel's strapping, muscular form in all its glory.
“If we must," Azazel grudgingly allowed. He then reminded himself that this was in honor of Riptide's birthday. He needed to put in a bit more of an effort. "But how about we have a little bit of kiss first?"
“I'll never turn that down," Riptide said with a smile. “You want to join me here?" Riptide patted the empty side of the bed next to where he lay.
“Please tell me you are naked under those blankets," Azazel asked.
Riptide rolled his eyes. "Exactly how long have we been together?"
Azazel carefully hung his towel up on a hook – knowing that Riptide would not be happy to have seen the towel drop onto the floor. He then strode towards the bed and swiftly drew back all the covers.
"I could look at you all day," he said, looking at Riptide's naked body. He didn’t hide the lust he felt for the other man.
“I think you need to do more than just look,” Riptide remarked, proud that he could so easily turn on his lover.
“Yes," Azazel eagerly admitted.
Riptide opened his arms and Azazel easily fell into them. He loved this part of it. His mouth found Riptide's mouth, and the kiss began gently. It started with just lips against lips, Azazel marveling at how soft Riptide’s lips were. Then Riptide slowly moved his tongue into Azazel's mouth. The kiss became a little bit more urgent, a little bit more demanding, much more sensual. Riptide quietly moaned a little, as their lips and tongues continue to enjoy each other’s.
Meanwhile, their hands – and Azazel’s tail - leisurely explored each other's bodies. Azazel didn't think he would ever get tired of this part either. Riptide’s body was lean but strong. It was a delight to touch. Each time his fingertips or his tail brushed over another square inch of Riptide, it heightened his own arousal. Azazel enjoyed touching his lover and looking at his reaction.
But he remembered what Riptide said a moment ago. “You want to talk before we get more… heated?"
“We should," Riptide breathed. "At least a little." Although he had to admit that he greatly missed the sensation of Azazel's mouth over his own. At least Azazel's tail continued its stroking of one of Riptide's thighs. “So… Is there anything you think I could do to make it a little better for you this time?"
"I don't know," Azazel had to admit. “This is something you are more experienced at than I, by far."
Riptide wasn't looking forward to discussing their last attempt at this, but he sensed it might be necessary. “Last time, do you know what you didn't like about it? It wasn't painful, was it?"
“It was not painful."
Azazel wasn't sure what else to say. Although not the most introspective sort of man, he knew what had bothered him about the last time he had tried to bottom. The problem had been psychological, not physical. He had hated the point where he had been the one to have been opened up, to have revealed his most private spot. To be that vulnerable. To play the woman’s role. Growing up in an extremely conservative culture, Azazel felt that allowing that to occur had made him into something unspeakably despicable.
But how do you say that to your lover? Especially when your lover plays that role all the time?
And how can you even explain that to yourself, Azazel wondered. He didn’t look down on Riptide, didn’t believe that he was superior to him. So why he half-believe this contradictory message?
Azazel truly did not want to discuss that. He silently reminded himself that this was a gift. It was Riptide's birthday. He had not even bothered to buy – let alone steal – any other sort of gift for the person who meant more to him than anything. The least he could do was make an effort, and carefully camouflage a few of his less-enthusiastic thoughts regarding this. Besides, no one had forced him to do this. He had agreed to it
Though at this point Azazel was really wishing that he had instead purchased a pair of designer shoes for Riptide.
“Perhaps it was simply because I am not used to this," Azazel said. He sounded firm and resolute. “I think it will be better this time. Let us try again. I want to."
With that, Azazel cut off any further discussion. He pulled Riptide towards him again. Riptide was warm, Azazel could tell that his pulse was racing. He gently kissed his lover again, starting at his head and working his way down. He took his time, revisiting Riptide’s lips and delicately playing with them again. His hand squeezed Riptide’s muscular shoulders; he then brought his mouth towards the shoulder and upper arm, and gently nibbled. He worked his way down, reaching Riptide’s nipples and tonguing both of them. He liked the feel of them hardening against his mouth, and he gently blew on them once they were erect. Azazel listened to the sounds Riptide was making, the way his breathing sped up, and he judged that he was doing very well. At least this part, Azazel knew, he would be a success at.
“Do you want to come first?" Riptide asked. “Maybe it would be better for you that way.” One of Riptide’s hands reached down on Azazel, who had been slowly getting hard.
“No. I would rather anticipate." He then added," I think I am ready… for the next part."
Riptide nodded, hoping that Azazel wasn't simply eager for it to all be over with. But then, on the other hand, given how the last attempt went, Riptide could understand if that was the case.
Azazel opened the nightstand next to their bed and reached for the lube, which was always right on top. “Let me," Azazel said squirting some of the lubricant onto his fingers. Maybe if he controlled this aspect of it, it would be a little easier.
“Is there a position that might make it easier for you?” Riptide asked.
"What do you recommend?"
“I think, maybe like spoons," Riptide replied. He had of course been thinking about it a lot ever since Azazel had agreed to it. “It wouldn't put too much stress on you; I wouldn't be able to go too deep.”
“Let us try that," Azazel said, rolling over onto his side. He dabbed some of the lube onto his tail, and his tail began to smear it on his opening.
“Can I touch you some more?" Riptide asked. “Before we get to it? I always really liked this part."
Even as he spoke, Riptide's hands were roaming around Azazel's firm abdomen and his chest. Riptide planted a few kisses on the back of Azazel’s shoulders and neck. Azazel's tale soon reached for Riptide. Azazel had kind of wanted to resume exploring all over Riptide’s body, but instead he directed his tail firmly to the center of Riptide's pleasure. He gently stroked. He didn't stroke him frenetically, just enough to ensure that his lover remained aroused.
“You do not have to ask. I always really liked this part too.”
“I thought so." Riptide resumed his work, now licking the salty sweat on Azazel's shoulders.
An idea then popped into Azazel's mind. “Maybe while we do this, you tell me a few things you like about… about being on bottom. Tell me why you enjoy it.”
“I would love to," Riptide murmured. “I do not even have to think about how to answer. There is so much about it that I love. I love the deep feelings inside my body that it creates. I feel like I get a better orgasm from it. There is a special spot inside that feels nice when you hit it. It is so deep, intense." He placed a few more kisses on the back of Azazel’s neck before continuing. “It makes me feel connected it to you. Like, we are one. We are becoming one. Together. And I love doing something that you really enjoy, Azazel. I like providing you the pleasure. That makes me feel strong.”
“What you say arouses me,” Azazel said. His tail continued to leisurely stroke Riptide. One of Azazel's own hands began to casually stroke himself, though he was still not fully hard. “I guess I never think of this as being… strong. I never think that letting someone do this to you makes you strong.”
“You think I am weak?" Riptide asked softly.
"No! You are strong. I always think that," Azazel said passionately. “There may be some fools who look down on a man for enjoying this, but I never – ever – feel that way." As Azazel spoke the words, he knew they were true. If only he could completely ignore the ‘fools’ who viewed matters differently.
"Maybe you do, a little," Riptide suggested quietly. "What is the term? Subconscious, I think.”
"Maybe that is it." And Azazel did feel a subtle shift, inside his head. Riptide had indeed hit on something, and maybe that was enough. "Now where is that lube? You want to put that on yourself and get in here?"
"I would love to.”
Riptide’s cock was now throbbing. He slathered the lubricant on it, and then placed more on Azazel for good measure, taking his time and rubbing gently. Azazel shifted his top leg to allow easier access. Riptide gently pressed his tip against the opening that Azazel offered to him.
“Remember, if it is painful you have to tell me. It shouldn't be painful,” Riptide said.
"I know this!" Azazel said, somewhat humored but also a little surprised. "I thought you said I was a good top."
“The best."
They waited for a few moments, as Riptide pressed himself at the entrance and waited for the inner muscles to release. As turned on as he was, this wasn't necessarily easy for Riptide either. He worried about his partner's enjoyment. And no one likes being in an unfamiliar position; this was not something that he was used to.
Azazel gradually relaxed and opened up. “Okay if I go in?" Riptide asked. "I think you are ready."
"I think so too."
Riptide moved forward very, very slowly. When a few inches were inside, he paused. “How are you?"
"Okay." Azazel didn't sound hesitant in his reply. Riptide surmised that he really was okay.
"Can I keep going forward?"
"Yes."
Riptide again moved forward, very slowly. Given the position they were in, he could not go in excessively deep. Once he was mostly in, he stayed motionless. But he was throbbing. This was such a new experience, and an exciting one. Physically, it was quite thrilling. It was good to be the one whose arms encircled their lover’s body. And it was such a tight, tight passage that gripped him. The center of his pleasure, his hard penis, was loving every second of this. Fleetingly, Riptide wondered about this act. What a strange thing to do, to arouse your partner – or to let yourself take your own pleasure – by having one man penetrate the other in such a private place. And yet, it was what they had always done and had always loved.
Riptide could fully see, already, why Azazel liked his usual role so much. Riptide’s cock continued to throb. Thanks to the preparations they had made, it was inside a wet and welcoming place. It was nice to wield your cock, to have the sensation of being in charge, even though the man on the bottom really should be the one controlling the act.
Despite these thoughts swirling around his mind, Riptide didn’t want to lose sight of what his partner might be experiencing.
"How is this for you?" Riptide asked.
“I am not in pain,” Azazel said straightforwardly. “But this is the most uncomfortable I think I have been in a long time." He then added, "Do not let my complaining stop you. I am fine. I want you to enjoy this. So…go on then."
Satisfied with the response, Riptide slowly began to move his hips. Now he could definitely see why Azazel liked this. There was something so pleasurable, so right about thrusting inside your partner. “I think I can stroke you while I do this," Riptide said. "Would you like that?"
“I can reach it easier,” Azazel said. “You have not a tail.”
“Ooooh, that tail,” murmured Riptide dreamily. “I do like it. It does wonderful things.” He continued to move his hips, and continued to murmur. "I really like this, Zazel. It feels nice. You are so big and strong. You do such wonderful things to me. You take care of my needs. You are so powerful… You're everything I want in a man."
Azazel kept from chuckling, but he realized that his lover's pleasure was taking over his mind. He had experienced that himself many times. Azazel did reach his hands, and again stroked himself, coaxing forth good sensations. He had not lied to Riptide; Azazel felt discomfort, but he was fine. He told himself that it was good for him to experience this from the other man's perspective, for once. His mind, however, couldn't help but to entertain himself with a few fantasies. He thought about their last coupling. He remembered how he had been the one to pump. He remembered the delicious sight of Janos on all fours with his rear in the air, and how much fun he had had opening his lover up. Slapping his rear end a few times, gently.
He really hoped Riptide would not do that with him now.
But still, it wasn't bad. Riptide was continuing to murmur, although his words were becoming more nonsensical. That was okay. Azazel rather liked it when his lover was caught up in the heat of the moment. It was one good thing about this, he told himself. He could see where Riptide had been coming from when he’d talked about what he enjoyed while bottoming – it was nice to know that you are driving your lover to madness.
However, Azazel felt that it still was not nice to be feeling like you were the one being ridden. The girl. He chased that thought out of his mind and reminded himself what Riptide had said. To be on the bottom meant to be strong and powerful.
Azazel tried to get all these contradictory thoughts out of his mind and get back to the moment. If, perhaps, he didn’t love being vulnerable like this, he did love Janos with all his heart and all his soul.
“I'm getting close," Riptide moaned. His thrusts were becoming firmer and faster. He was moving more and more of his weight on top of Azazel; they had morphed from a spoon position to Azazel being mostly face down, and Riptide largely on top of him, plunging in deeper. Not Azazel’s favorite position, had he been asked, but still tolerable.
As close as he was, and as clouded as his mind was with ecstasy, Riptide knew he shouldn’t push it either. Part of him wanted to give some of the dirty talk that Azazel sometimes gave when they were in their usual positions. Azazel might lovingly taunt, ‘You like my fucking?’ or ‘You like my dick up your ass?’ Riptide partly wanted to do that as well, but instead decided not to push it this time.
“I love you so much Azazel," Riptide breathed. “You are so incredibly hot. This is the best gift ever. You totally own me. I am yours."
Now Azazel was definitely thinking this was worth it. He could feel Riptide stiffen inside of him, as the Latino man whispered over and over again, “So good…so good…so good….so good”. Azazel had experienced Riptide ejaculate inside his mouth many times, and now he could say he had experienced it inside a different orifice. Riptide moaned and cried out during his climax. He remained moving against Azazel for as long as he could.
Eventually Riptide gently pulled out; the sound of their sweaty bodies becoming unstuck was a sound that Azazel had always loved. Panting heavily, Riptide now lay down next to Azazel. Azazel gladly rolled onto his back.
“Hey, you’re still hard,” Riptide panted, eyeing Azazel. “So it couldn't have been too awful."
"It was not awful at all. I will say that. Now. What does a good top do?" Azazel gestured to the body part which Riptide was still gazing at.
“I suppose roll over and fall asleep is really the wrong answer.”
“You are very funny, my sweet.” Azazel again gestured to his cock, and then said with feigned sternness, “Now get to work.”
“With pleasure."
Azazel did not last too long. Riptide stroked him, knowing exactly what parts to finger and play with, and when to just grip him and pump him hard. Riptide always loved the red color of it, and he liked looking at it pulse and throb. They both watched Azazel spill, and it coated Riptide's hand, dripping onto the sheets.
The two men moved even closer to each other, their limbs wrapped around each other's. Both were tired, both felt exquisitely good. But neither wanted to fall asleep yet. Riptide placed a few light kisses, starting on Azazel's ear, working his way down his scarred cheek, his chin. He reached Azazel's neck and gently kissed it.
“Give me more kissy kissy,” Azazel whispered; Riptide wasn’t the only one driven to using love-numbed speak at times like this.
Riptide happily resumed kissing Azazel’s neck, loving the soft and delicate flesh there. He then moved upwards and brushed his lips against Azazel’s mouth again.
Azazel enjoyed this, and decided he wanted to do some kissing of his own. He gently moved Riptide onto his back. He kissed Riptide's mouth, his forehead, the delicate lids of his eyes. His tail did what it so often enjoyed doing after their lovemaking. It played with the hair on Riptide’s thighs, stomach, and chest.
“Thank you,” Riptide murmured, as Azazel again kissed his forehead. “I liked my birthday gift."
"It was not so bad for me either.” Azazel then added, "But I am not sad that your birthday is only once a year."
Riptide resisted the urge to hit Azazel with a pillow."True. But you forget. Christmas,” he said, planting a kiss on Azazel’s mouth. “Valentine's Day.” He again kissed Azazel’s lips. “New Year's Eve.” Another kiss. “Easter.” Kiss. “Christmas Eve.” Kiss. “We also celebrate the feast days of many saints."
“Ah, yes. I forget that you are such a devout Catholic," Azazel added sarcastically. “But while you are being sarcastic, then I can also add that there are plenty of other gifts out there. Watches. Ties. Jackets."
“This was the best though. I am not being silly now. I thank you for this, Azazel,” he said sincerely. “I love you.”
Riptide paused, and then grinned. “And – I promise to only ask for this about once a month now.”
Azazel gave the sarcasm right back to him.
“You can ask all you want, my love. Do not expect me to say yes.” He paused a moment, his fingers now twisting and playing with some of Riptide’s chest hair. Azazel added, “Well – maybe every other month."
THE END
Reviews are always appreciated.
Word count: 3,600
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Azazel/Riptide
Summary: Written in response to this prompt: “Riptide has enough of being a bottom in the relationship. Azazel is surprised but doesn't argue. Azazel never bottomed before, so he feels awkward, but he can never say no to Riptide”. The prompter went on to request from me a bit of “kissy kissy” on the neck, which I must say has had me kind of squeeing for days.
Warnings: Porn – no attempt at anything but pure porn
Disclaimer: I don’t own the X-men. If I did, Jason Flemyng would be having a heated discussion with his agent, asking when he had agreed to do full frontal.
Birthday Present
Azazel was never the most creative when it came to buying gifts for Riptide. Gift-giving just didn't come naturally to Azazel, and he was really fresh out of ideas this time. So he decided to take the direct route, and simply ask his lover what he would like for his upcoming birthday.
"I have an idea for what I would like," Riptide began, a sly grin on his face. “It was something we tried once and you didn't like."
"Oh." Azazel knew right away what Riptide referred to. “But you did not like either,” Azazel cautioned.
"It is always hard to try something new. We can both try to keep an open mind and see what happens."
Azazel noticed the hopeful and excited look on Riptide's face. How could he deny him? And besides, he had absolutely no other gift ideas to fall back on. At least this one would be free.
***
Riptide was right – the one time they had tried Azazel bottoming, it had not been an enjoyable experience.
Azazel had insisted on positioning himself on top, straddling Riptide and lowering himself down. Riptide had cautioned that that might not be the best position for Azazel's first time, saying something about it putting more stress on the body.
Azazel probably should have listened to Riptide who, after all, had much more experience with this sort of thing.
They had done everything "right". Riptide had gone as slow as humanly possible, they had used twice as much lube as they had needed, Azazel had tried to relax - even doing some impressive deep breathing. Maybe their expectations had been too high; they had had a lot of mind-blowing sex over the years. Riptide had managed to, after much patience, get inside Azazel and to thrust. But Riptide had noted the grimace on Azazel's face, and had observed that Azazel was soft and floppy – something Riptide had never seen before, not in this context. Riptide's own arousal had simply died at that point, and the encounter had ended with muttered apologies on both ends. They had simply shrugged it off, assumed it wasn't meant to be, and went back to making love the way they were most comfortable.
Riptide hadn’t requested it again – until now.
***
“Do you want… maybe we should talk about it first?"
Azazel emerged from the shower, towel around his waist. Riptide fleetingly thought of how much he enjoyed seeing Azazel like this, the beads of moisture on his red skin, his hair askew from the towel-drying he was giving it. Riptide had not dimmed the lights, so he was able to see Azazel's strapping, muscular form in all its glory.
“If we must," Azazel grudgingly allowed. He then reminded himself that this was in honor of Riptide's birthday. He needed to put in a bit more of an effort. "But how about we have a little bit of kiss first?"
“I'll never turn that down," Riptide said with a smile. “You want to join me here?" Riptide patted the empty side of the bed next to where he lay.
“Please tell me you are naked under those blankets," Azazel asked.
Riptide rolled his eyes. "Exactly how long have we been together?"
Azazel carefully hung his towel up on a hook – knowing that Riptide would not be happy to have seen the towel drop onto the floor. He then strode towards the bed and swiftly drew back all the covers.
"I could look at you all day," he said, looking at Riptide's naked body. He didn’t hide the lust he felt for the other man.
“I think you need to do more than just look,” Riptide remarked, proud that he could so easily turn on his lover.
“Yes," Azazel eagerly admitted.
Riptide opened his arms and Azazel easily fell into them. He loved this part of it. His mouth found Riptide's mouth, and the kiss began gently. It started with just lips against lips, Azazel marveling at how soft Riptide’s lips were. Then Riptide slowly moved his tongue into Azazel's mouth. The kiss became a little bit more urgent, a little bit more demanding, much more sensual. Riptide quietly moaned a little, as their lips and tongues continue to enjoy each other’s.
Meanwhile, their hands – and Azazel’s tail - leisurely explored each other's bodies. Azazel didn't think he would ever get tired of this part either. Riptide’s body was lean but strong. It was a delight to touch. Each time his fingertips or his tail brushed over another square inch of Riptide, it heightened his own arousal. Azazel enjoyed touching his lover and looking at his reaction.
But he remembered what Riptide said a moment ago. “You want to talk before we get more… heated?"
“We should," Riptide breathed. "At least a little." Although he had to admit that he greatly missed the sensation of Azazel's mouth over his own. At least Azazel's tail continued its stroking of one of Riptide's thighs. “So… Is there anything you think I could do to make it a little better for you this time?"
"I don't know," Azazel had to admit. “This is something you are more experienced at than I, by far."
Riptide wasn't looking forward to discussing their last attempt at this, but he sensed it might be necessary. “Last time, do you know what you didn't like about it? It wasn't painful, was it?"
“It was not painful."
Azazel wasn't sure what else to say. Although not the most introspective sort of man, he knew what had bothered him about the last time he had tried to bottom. The problem had been psychological, not physical. He had hated the point where he had been the one to have been opened up, to have revealed his most private spot. To be that vulnerable. To play the woman’s role. Growing up in an extremely conservative culture, Azazel felt that allowing that to occur had made him into something unspeakably despicable.
But how do you say that to your lover? Especially when your lover plays that role all the time?
And how can you even explain that to yourself, Azazel wondered. He didn’t look down on Riptide, didn’t believe that he was superior to him. So why he half-believe this contradictory message?
Azazel truly did not want to discuss that. He silently reminded himself that this was a gift. It was Riptide's birthday. He had not even bothered to buy – let alone steal – any other sort of gift for the person who meant more to him than anything. The least he could do was make an effort, and carefully camouflage a few of his less-enthusiastic thoughts regarding this. Besides, no one had forced him to do this. He had agreed to it
Though at this point Azazel was really wishing that he had instead purchased a pair of designer shoes for Riptide.
“Perhaps it was simply because I am not used to this," Azazel said. He sounded firm and resolute. “I think it will be better this time. Let us try again. I want to."
With that, Azazel cut off any further discussion. He pulled Riptide towards him again. Riptide was warm, Azazel could tell that his pulse was racing. He gently kissed his lover again, starting at his head and working his way down. He took his time, revisiting Riptide’s lips and delicately playing with them again. His hand squeezed Riptide’s muscular shoulders; he then brought his mouth towards the shoulder and upper arm, and gently nibbled. He worked his way down, reaching Riptide’s nipples and tonguing both of them. He liked the feel of them hardening against his mouth, and he gently blew on them once they were erect. Azazel listened to the sounds Riptide was making, the way his breathing sped up, and he judged that he was doing very well. At least this part, Azazel knew, he would be a success at.
“Do you want to come first?" Riptide asked. “Maybe it would be better for you that way.” One of Riptide’s hands reached down on Azazel, who had been slowly getting hard.
“No. I would rather anticipate." He then added," I think I am ready… for the next part."
Riptide nodded, hoping that Azazel wasn't simply eager for it to all be over with. But then, on the other hand, given how the last attempt went, Riptide could understand if that was the case.
Azazel opened the nightstand next to their bed and reached for the lube, which was always right on top. “Let me," Azazel said squirting some of the lubricant onto his fingers. Maybe if he controlled this aspect of it, it would be a little easier.
“Is there a position that might make it easier for you?” Riptide asked.
"What do you recommend?"
“I think, maybe like spoons," Riptide replied. He had of course been thinking about it a lot ever since Azazel had agreed to it. “It wouldn't put too much stress on you; I wouldn't be able to go too deep.”
“Let us try that," Azazel said, rolling over onto his side. He dabbed some of the lube onto his tail, and his tail began to smear it on his opening.
“Can I touch you some more?" Riptide asked. “Before we get to it? I always really liked this part."
Even as he spoke, Riptide's hands were roaming around Azazel's firm abdomen and his chest. Riptide planted a few kisses on the back of Azazel’s shoulders and neck. Azazel's tale soon reached for Riptide. Azazel had kind of wanted to resume exploring all over Riptide’s body, but instead he directed his tail firmly to the center of Riptide's pleasure. He gently stroked. He didn't stroke him frenetically, just enough to ensure that his lover remained aroused.
“You do not have to ask. I always really liked this part too.”
“I thought so." Riptide resumed his work, now licking the salty sweat on Azazel's shoulders.
An idea then popped into Azazel's mind. “Maybe while we do this, you tell me a few things you like about… about being on bottom. Tell me why you enjoy it.”
“I would love to," Riptide murmured. “I do not even have to think about how to answer. There is so much about it that I love. I love the deep feelings inside my body that it creates. I feel like I get a better orgasm from it. There is a special spot inside that feels nice when you hit it. It is so deep, intense." He placed a few more kisses on the back of Azazel’s neck before continuing. “It makes me feel connected it to you. Like, we are one. We are becoming one. Together. And I love doing something that you really enjoy, Azazel. I like providing you the pleasure. That makes me feel strong.”
“What you say arouses me,” Azazel said. His tail continued to leisurely stroke Riptide. One of Azazel's own hands began to casually stroke himself, though he was still not fully hard. “I guess I never think of this as being… strong. I never think that letting someone do this to you makes you strong.”
“You think I am weak?" Riptide asked softly.
"No! You are strong. I always think that," Azazel said passionately. “There may be some fools who look down on a man for enjoying this, but I never – ever – feel that way." As Azazel spoke the words, he knew they were true. If only he could completely ignore the ‘fools’ who viewed matters differently.
"Maybe you do, a little," Riptide suggested quietly. "What is the term? Subconscious, I think.”
"Maybe that is it." And Azazel did feel a subtle shift, inside his head. Riptide had indeed hit on something, and maybe that was enough. "Now where is that lube? You want to put that on yourself and get in here?"
"I would love to.”
Riptide’s cock was now throbbing. He slathered the lubricant on it, and then placed more on Azazel for good measure, taking his time and rubbing gently. Azazel shifted his top leg to allow easier access. Riptide gently pressed his tip against the opening that Azazel offered to him.
“Remember, if it is painful you have to tell me. It shouldn't be painful,” Riptide said.
"I know this!" Azazel said, somewhat humored but also a little surprised. "I thought you said I was a good top."
“The best."
They waited for a few moments, as Riptide pressed himself at the entrance and waited for the inner muscles to release. As turned on as he was, this wasn't necessarily easy for Riptide either. He worried about his partner's enjoyment. And no one likes being in an unfamiliar position; this was not something that he was used to.
Azazel gradually relaxed and opened up. “Okay if I go in?" Riptide asked. "I think you are ready."
"I think so too."
Riptide moved forward very, very slowly. When a few inches were inside, he paused. “How are you?"
"Okay." Azazel didn't sound hesitant in his reply. Riptide surmised that he really was okay.
"Can I keep going forward?"
"Yes."
Riptide again moved forward, very slowly. Given the position they were in, he could not go in excessively deep. Once he was mostly in, he stayed motionless. But he was throbbing. This was such a new experience, and an exciting one. Physically, it was quite thrilling. It was good to be the one whose arms encircled their lover’s body. And it was such a tight, tight passage that gripped him. The center of his pleasure, his hard penis, was loving every second of this. Fleetingly, Riptide wondered about this act. What a strange thing to do, to arouse your partner – or to let yourself take your own pleasure – by having one man penetrate the other in such a private place. And yet, it was what they had always done and had always loved.
Riptide could fully see, already, why Azazel liked his usual role so much. Riptide’s cock continued to throb. Thanks to the preparations they had made, it was inside a wet and welcoming place. It was nice to wield your cock, to have the sensation of being in charge, even though the man on the bottom really should be the one controlling the act.
Despite these thoughts swirling around his mind, Riptide didn’t want to lose sight of what his partner might be experiencing.
"How is this for you?" Riptide asked.
“I am not in pain,” Azazel said straightforwardly. “But this is the most uncomfortable I think I have been in a long time." He then added, "Do not let my complaining stop you. I am fine. I want you to enjoy this. So…go on then."
Satisfied with the response, Riptide slowly began to move his hips. Now he could definitely see why Azazel liked this. There was something so pleasurable, so right about thrusting inside your partner. “I think I can stroke you while I do this," Riptide said. "Would you like that?"
“I can reach it easier,” Azazel said. “You have not a tail.”
“Ooooh, that tail,” murmured Riptide dreamily. “I do like it. It does wonderful things.” He continued to move his hips, and continued to murmur. "I really like this, Zazel. It feels nice. You are so big and strong. You do such wonderful things to me. You take care of my needs. You are so powerful… You're everything I want in a man."
Azazel kept from chuckling, but he realized that his lover's pleasure was taking over his mind. He had experienced that himself many times. Azazel did reach his hands, and again stroked himself, coaxing forth good sensations. He had not lied to Riptide; Azazel felt discomfort, but he was fine. He told himself that it was good for him to experience this from the other man's perspective, for once. His mind, however, couldn't help but to entertain himself with a few fantasies. He thought about their last coupling. He remembered how he had been the one to pump. He remembered the delicious sight of Janos on all fours with his rear in the air, and how much fun he had had opening his lover up. Slapping his rear end a few times, gently.
He really hoped Riptide would not do that with him now.
But still, it wasn't bad. Riptide was continuing to murmur, although his words were becoming more nonsensical. That was okay. Azazel rather liked it when his lover was caught up in the heat of the moment. It was one good thing about this, he told himself. He could see where Riptide had been coming from when he’d talked about what he enjoyed while bottoming – it was nice to know that you are driving your lover to madness.
However, Azazel felt that it still was not nice to be feeling like you were the one being ridden. The girl. He chased that thought out of his mind and reminded himself what Riptide had said. To be on the bottom meant to be strong and powerful.
Azazel tried to get all these contradictory thoughts out of his mind and get back to the moment. If, perhaps, he didn’t love being vulnerable like this, he did love Janos with all his heart and all his soul.
“I'm getting close," Riptide moaned. His thrusts were becoming firmer and faster. He was moving more and more of his weight on top of Azazel; they had morphed from a spoon position to Azazel being mostly face down, and Riptide largely on top of him, plunging in deeper. Not Azazel’s favorite position, had he been asked, but still tolerable.
As close as he was, and as clouded as his mind was with ecstasy, Riptide knew he shouldn’t push it either. Part of him wanted to give some of the dirty talk that Azazel sometimes gave when they were in their usual positions. Azazel might lovingly taunt, ‘You like my fucking?’ or ‘You like my dick up your ass?’ Riptide partly wanted to do that as well, but instead decided not to push it this time.
“I love you so much Azazel," Riptide breathed. “You are so incredibly hot. This is the best gift ever. You totally own me. I am yours."
Now Azazel was definitely thinking this was worth it. He could feel Riptide stiffen inside of him, as the Latino man whispered over and over again, “So good…so good…so good….so good”. Azazel had experienced Riptide ejaculate inside his mouth many times, and now he could say he had experienced it inside a different orifice. Riptide moaned and cried out during his climax. He remained moving against Azazel for as long as he could.
Eventually Riptide gently pulled out; the sound of their sweaty bodies becoming unstuck was a sound that Azazel had always loved. Panting heavily, Riptide now lay down next to Azazel. Azazel gladly rolled onto his back.
“Hey, you’re still hard,” Riptide panted, eyeing Azazel. “So it couldn't have been too awful."
"It was not awful at all. I will say that. Now. What does a good top do?" Azazel gestured to the body part which Riptide was still gazing at.
“I suppose roll over and fall asleep is really the wrong answer.”
“You are very funny, my sweet.” Azazel again gestured to his cock, and then said with feigned sternness, “Now get to work.”
“With pleasure."
Azazel did not last too long. Riptide stroked him, knowing exactly what parts to finger and play with, and when to just grip him and pump him hard. Riptide always loved the red color of it, and he liked looking at it pulse and throb. They both watched Azazel spill, and it coated Riptide's hand, dripping onto the sheets.
The two men moved even closer to each other, their limbs wrapped around each other's. Both were tired, both felt exquisitely good. But neither wanted to fall asleep yet. Riptide placed a few light kisses, starting on Azazel's ear, working his way down his scarred cheek, his chin. He reached Azazel's neck and gently kissed it.
“Give me more kissy kissy,” Azazel whispered; Riptide wasn’t the only one driven to using love-numbed speak at times like this.
Riptide happily resumed kissing Azazel’s neck, loving the soft and delicate flesh there. He then moved upwards and brushed his lips against Azazel’s mouth again.
Azazel enjoyed this, and decided he wanted to do some kissing of his own. He gently moved Riptide onto his back. He kissed Riptide's mouth, his forehead, the delicate lids of his eyes. His tail did what it so often enjoyed doing after their lovemaking. It played with the hair on Riptide’s thighs, stomach, and chest.
“Thank you,” Riptide murmured, as Azazel again kissed his forehead. “I liked my birthday gift."
"It was not so bad for me either.” Azazel then added, "But I am not sad that your birthday is only once a year."
Riptide resisted the urge to hit Azazel with a pillow."True. But you forget. Christmas,” he said, planting a kiss on Azazel’s mouth. “Valentine's Day.” He again kissed Azazel’s lips. “New Year's Eve.” Another kiss. “Easter.” Kiss. “Christmas Eve.” Kiss. “We also celebrate the feast days of many saints."
“Ah, yes. I forget that you are such a devout Catholic," Azazel added sarcastically. “But while you are being sarcastic, then I can also add that there are plenty of other gifts out there. Watches. Ties. Jackets."
“This was the best though. I am not being silly now. I thank you for this, Azazel,” he said sincerely. “I love you.”
Riptide paused, and then grinned. “And – I promise to only ask for this about once a month now.”
Azazel gave the sarcasm right back to him.
“You can ask all you want, my love. Do not expect me to say yes.” He paused a moment, his fingers now twisting and playing with some of Riptide’s chest hair. Azazel added, “Well – maybe every other month."
THE END
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