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For as long as Aki and Angel have been doing this, they’ve been careful.
They always have to be careful, of course. For all his bravado, Aki clearly fears the deadline looming over his head, even if Angel knows it is less because Aki is afraid of death and more because Aki is afraid of never completing his quest for vengeance, or staying around long enough to ensure Denji and Power are taken care of.
Angel still struggles to sleep some nights, plagued by the innate feeling of wrongness that defines his day-to-day; he also often catches himself thinking of those precious months he had unwittingly stolen when Aki had taken his hand—and that had been no less than a life-or-death situation.
This, quite obviously, is nowhere near as important.
“Fuck,” Aki pants, the tip of his cock slipping out of Angel’s cunt. If asked about it later, Angel will vehemently deny making any noise close to a whimper. “Did you just come?”
The answer to the question is obvious, and they both know it: the fabric of Angel’s boxers, already damp with sweat, is absolutely soaked with the spend still leaking from his cock and pussy. The condom wrapped snugly around Aki’s still-hard dick glistens with slick, and, despite the mind-shattering orgasm that just ripped through him, Angel looks at it and feels fresh desire course through him.
Aki adjusts himself above Angel, his knees pressing more firmly into the mattress. Angel takes the opportunity to adjust his wings, spreading them out more so that the feathers fan out more across Aki’s bed.
Feathers will probably be left behind on the sheets later. Angel feels strangely pleased with the knowledge that, even after he walks out the door, Aki may find some reminders of him left behind.
One leather-covered finger makes its way through the opening in the front of Angel’s boxers, the tip of it teasing at Angel’s clit momentarily before trailing downward. Aki grabs a handful of Angel’s ass, kneading the flesh there. Angel follows his lead and tilts his hips upward, an open invitation for Aki to resume.
They still have a few hours to themselves, and Aki hasn’t finished yet. Angel would hate to be rude and not let Aki come, too.
When Aki takes a little too long to get going, Angel huffs shakily and cants his hips up further. “What are you waiting for?”
“Just thinking,” Aki replies.
“Sounds exhausting.”
Aki shakes his head, a soft chuckle falling from his lips, but he gets the message loud and clear. When Aki slides his cock back inside, Angel can’t help but relax his shoulders and sink into the contentment filling his body.
Sex with Aki, admittedly, can be uncomfortable.
It is not Aki’s fault.
Even though Angel has never been this intimate with anyone, never even felt this sort of desire with anyone, he has been existence for long enough to know that there are always more layers between them than is probably normal. Angel would much rather be safe than sorry; the carnal relationship the two of them have fallen into is most definitely not worth shaving even another minute off of Aki’s already dwindling lifespan.
Whatever they have outside of Aki’s bedroom is risky enough without all the extra complications that falling into bed together can cause.
So, they take precautions.
If not for the ripped condom wrapper and the unmistakable slapping sounds that fill the room, an outside observer might not be able to tell what they are up to. Today, Aki is fully dressed save for where his slacks are unzipped, and the only article of clothing Angel has rid himself of are his own pair of pants, which lie abandoned on the floor of Aki’s bedroom. The fabric of Angel’s boxer shorts always bunch up uncomfortably in the juncture where his pelvis meets his thighs, since the boxers need to be pulled down far enough for Aki to have better access, and the sensation of cool damp fabric is far from pleasant.
Those sensations, though, pale in comparison to the pleasure that travels along Angel’s spine, slow and syrupy, as Aki fully sheathes his cock inside.
There is always a moment when they first connect where Angel simply has to bask in the pleasant tingles emanating from his body. Aki, Angel suspects, does much of the same—or is polite enough to allow Angel a moment to adjust.
Angel sighs and offers the slightest nod of his head.
Aki falls back into a steady rhythm, and Angel’s eyelids shut, his fingers curling into the bedsheets as he relishes in the warmth of being full. His dick makes a valiant attempt at hardening again, bouncing gently against his body as he is rocked up and down against the mattress, but even his devil biology isn’t quite enough to get it up again; his hole, though, has no such limitations, dribbling more slick to better ease the way.
“Shit. You’re still so tight, even though you already came,” Aki says, sweat dripping down his brow, and the slight smirk on his lips is so damn attractive that Angel clenches around his length and moans all in the same breath.
“Fuck, mmfh, Aki,” Angel breathes in, breathes out, breathes in again, matching it subconsciously to the pattern of Aki thrusting into him. The pleasure is almost always too much. Angel loves it. “More.”
Aki never needs to be told twice; he quickens his pace, the bed creaking under their movements. Angel’s opens his legs wider, creating more room for Aki to press even closer.
As he continues fucking into Angel, Aki’s hands roam. Angel arches up into the muffled sensation of Aki’s hands on his chest, the circular motion of Aki’s thumbs coaxing Angel’s nipples to harden through the fabric of his dress shirt.
“So sensitive,” Aki murmurs.
“You would be, too,” Angel huffs back, biting back a groan as the head of Aki’s cock hits a spot inside him just right.
Aki continues hitting that same spot, his pace quickening and his grunts growing louder. He slides his hands along the slim sides of Angel’s waist, stopping briefly to grip harshly at the skin there before settling firmly at his hips, the warm leather of Aki’s gloves a shock against the bare skin of Angel’s hipbones. Angel’s dress shirt has come untucked, it seems, and Angel is about to say something about it when Aki grinds roughly against his walls once, twice, then abruptly pulls out.
This time, Angel does whimper, his walls clenching around nothing. The emptiness is staggering. “What are you—”
Before Angel can finish his sentence, Aki rips off the condom and comes all over Angel’s cunt.
“Ha, fuck.” Breathing heavily, Aki wipes the sweat off his brow and looms over Angel. “I wish I could finish inside you, but this is close enough.”
The cum is shockingly warm against Angel’s bare skin. Angel briefly imagines the sensation of Aki finishing inside without the barrier of a condom, recalling how Aki’s cock pulses so deliciously at the peak of his pleasure and trying to add the new feeling of the slightly sticky release on his body to the images in his head. Some of it has landed on Angel’s boxers, but most of it drips down Angel’s pussy. Embarrassingly enough, the wet slide of Aki’s spend makes Angel involuntarily clench again, almost as if…
“It looks like you’re trying to keep it all inside,” Aki says, the awe clear in his voice.
Angel turns his face away from Aki and stares resolutely at the wall, willing himself not to shiver at the tingles of pleasure that race along his nerves. “It was never inside in the first place.”
“That’s a shame.” Angel feels Aki’s gloved hands ghost along and through the opening in his ruined boxers, the sensation of leather against wet folds a strange but not unfamiliar combination, when two fingers are suddenly shoved into his cunt.
“Ah!”
Angel arches his back off the bed, reflexively kicking his legs out. “What are you doing?” he groans out.
Aki thrusts his fingers in and out before pausing to drag them across Angel’s folds again. “Making sure my cum gets inside you,” he says matter-of-factly, his fingers resuming their ministrations, massaging the spend into Angel’s walls.
Through the tears beginning to gather in Angel’s eyes, he can just barely make out the way Aki watches his opening with rapt attention.
Every few seconds, when Angel starts to feel like the stimulation is too much, Aki pauses, pulling his fingers out with a loud schlick—only to gather more spend and fucking it back in. Angel has never paid attention to how much Aki comes, especially since Aki takes care of tying up and throwing away the condom during clean up, but it feels as if there is an unending supply of release being fed into his hole.
A third finger joins the other two, and Aki’s palm comes to rest against Angel’s clit. It feels like Aki’s entire hand is cupping Angel’s mound, a heady reminder of how much Aki dwarfs Angel in size.
“I can’t believe we haven’t done this before,” Aki says. “You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?”
A little too much, really.
“It’s not the worst,” Angel responds instead.
Aki seems to take that as a personal challenge, because he picks up a relentless pace, forcing Angel to have nothing on his mind but Aki’s fingers.
Angel blinks the dampness out of his eyes, his gaze roaming from Aki’s fingers thrusting in and out of his hole to Aki’s dick, which flagged a bit following his orgasm but has since returned to full mast. It juts out from between loose slacks that Angel knows hides muscled thighs. The head of Aki’s cock is a bit wet from some cum that still clings to it.
A droplet of cum drips down onto the bedsheets as Aki’s cock bobs. Angel is struck briefly with a moment of insanity in which he wishes to lick those last drops for himself. He keeps that thought to himself, biting his lip to stifle a moan as Aki maneuvers his hand to thumb at Angel’s clit.
Aki’s face, too, is unfairly handsome. The way his brows pinch in slight concentration and his bright blue eyes darken with lust makes whatever Angel has beating in his chest stutter. Angel even unwittingly feels a touch bashful, despite everything they had been and are currently up to.
“Do you think you can get pregnant like this?”
Angel forces himself out of his pleasure-induced stupor. “What are you saying?”
With his other hand, Aki presses down on Angel’s pelvis at the same time he crooks his fingers upward, creating a tantalizing pressure that has Angel writhing.
“Do you have a womb in here?” Aki whispers, leaning down to bring his face mere inches from Angel’s own. “If I keep fucking my cum into you, will it take?”
“That’s impossible.” Angel tries to look away from Aki, but his eyes are so intense that Angel can’t help but hold his gaze. Even though his head is spinning, Angel forces himself to speak more: “You know it’s impossible. That’s not how any of this works.”
“I don’t think anybody has ever found out,” Aki counters, tilting his head down even further that Angel is terrified and excited that their tips of their noses might touch.
Angel can’t help himself. He reaches out and holds onto Aki’s biceps, his nails digging into the sturdy fabric of the blazer as Aki pets his walls and rubs his thumb over his clit slowly. “You—ah—you don’t think anyone has ever tried to fuck a devil before and find out?”
“Maybe they all failed. But you’re special,” Aki points out, twisting his fingers just right. “Maybe we can be the first.”
In all his time on this earth, Angel has never imagined anything like it. Even if he does have a womb inside of him, it’s, in all likelihood, barren; he is made in the image of the angels that humans fear, after all. And even if he weren’t barren…how could he ever sustain a life inside him, when all it takes is one touch from him to siphon life away?
And yet, still, still, Angel imagines the warmth emanating from his core, imagines tender and quiet moments, imagines Aki pressing his lips to the soft swell of Angel’s stomach—
Angel comes again like this, with Aki’s breath fanning into his open mouth and Aki’s fingers pressed deeply into his cunt and the image of Aki’s seed really taking root inside of him. Trembling, he gushes all around Aki’s fingers, coating Aki’s hand up to his wrist as Aki continues fucking him through it.
“You—” Angel moans out. “Aki—”
Again, Aki never needs to be told twice. Before Angel can start shaking from overstimulation, Aki removes his hand and brings the wetness to his cock, using Angel’s own release to coat his length as he strokes his hand up and down.
It only takes a few pumps for Aki to finish again. This time, Angel watches as Aki deliberately aims his release to land on Angel’s aching, dripping pussy.
Fuck.
Angel’s not sure if he can come again from just watching, but he’s pretty sure he’s close, regardless.
Moments pass in a foggy haze. Angel’s eyes slip closed, and he is distantly aware of Aki panting, collecting himself, before the distinct shuffling of cloth and a metallic zip fill the otherwise silent room.
Even though the routine is much the same, Angel is still jolted out of his half-asleep state by the sensation of his boxers sliding off his body and a warm towel wiping him down. He hisses softly when Aki pauses to fondle his soft cock, but sighs at how pleasant the heat is against his sore cunt.
“Put my pants back on when you’re done,” Angel mumbles, not opening his eyes. It’s as close to a scolding and an invitation as he has the energy to muster.
Aki hums.
The soft sounds of Aki tidying up the bedroom lull Angel back into a semi-consciousness.
The pants that eventually make their way up Angel’s legs are noticeably softer than anything Angel owns; Angel feels the way Aki reverently caresses his calves and folds the pants several times over his ankles.
Angel also doesn’t bother to protest when he feels Aki maneuvering him around so that he can remove Angel’s uniform shirt and jacket and replace them with a soft and well-worn, oversized t-shirt. The first time Aki did this, Angel protested and refused, but now he allows it under the condition that Aki wears long sleeves and gloves the whole time.
Once Aki has painstakingly coaxed Angel’s wings through the slits cut in the back of the shirt, Angel sinks further into the mattress. He sleepily shuffles onto his side when Aki pushes him to make more room on the bed. Wordlessly, Angel tucks his wings closer to his back, and Aki settles in behind him, his arms wrapping around Angel’s middle. His gloved hands are warm where the rest atop Angel’s abdomen.
“Be careful,” Angel mumbles, a gentle scolding and an unnecessary reminder.
Aki presses a kiss to Angel’s shoulder, the warmth of his lips apparent even through the fabric, and pulls Angel even closer into his embrace. Angel feels Aki’s lips move as he whispers into his skin, “I always am.”
For as long as Aki and Angel have been doing this, they’ve been careful.
They always have to be careful, of course.
And yet, still, still, as the familiar darkness of sleep tugs at his mind, Angel allows himself to imagine.