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Out of the corner of his eye, he catches a short glint of hesitation in Janos' expression that disappears like a brief squall.
"Oh?"
Riptide shifts against the ship's deck seats and lightly bucks his hips, to further grind his growing erection into the palm of Sebastian's idly roaming hand.
Sebastian's mouth flicks into a smile, lazy and conspiratorial.
This sort of thing would be impossible with Emma. Not the act itself -- she can easily work up an appetite, her playfulness infinite, a shining Astarte on her knees -- but the playing, the teasing, the gentle suggestion of intention and the shiver of uncertainty under Janos' skin.
Emma would already be breathing her glass-fingered hush against his mind's eye, bathing in the image forming there, sprawled across his lap with her eyebrows curving knowingly.
Not so Riptide.
It's not necessarily better, just different. Sebastian appreciates both worlds on their own merits. He leans in, his grip against Janos' crotch more insistent, a fingertip tracing the inseam of the shorts, brushes a kiss against the right cheekbone and --
"How do you feel about company?"
"Company?" Riptide mouths, barely audible. "What, Emma?"
Sebastian moves his head slowly, a 'no', and undoes the front of Riptide's trousers with delicate ease.
"Not Emma," he says.
Janos blinks slowly, the answer sinking in.
"Oh," he says, mutely.
"Up to you," Sebastian goes on, with seeming indifference, his hand wrapping around Riptide's cock and moving in languid strokes. "I can always buy someone for the evening who'll do it . . . it doesn't matter."
"I didn't --" Riptide squirms in his seat, fingers trembling against Sebastian's shoulders, and his breath catches in his throat. "I didn't say no."
"That's true," Sebastian smiles, his voice a bemused hum. "That's very true, you didn't."
He flicks his hand at an angle that, he has previously noticed, gets a desired reaction out of Janos, who nearly jumps, then gives a brief whine and sits back against the couch with a weak nod.
"Alright," Riptide mouths.
"Hm?" Sebastian raises his eyebrows. He already knows what that meant, but he enjoys the game.
"Let's -- I'll do it."
"Wonderful," Sebastian replies with a genteel, delighted grin. The intercom button gives under his finger with the faintest of clicks. "Azazel?"
Even before the word has passed his lips, the moonlit night is disrupted by a sharp burst of flame and the passing scent of sulphur.
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Azazel nods with the faintest inclination of his head. Janos shivers, maybe at the prospect, maybe simply at the sudden loss of skin contact. Sebastian's hand twists in the sleeve of his shirt and pulls his head down.
"He's agreed," Sebastian supplies.
Azazel blinks. Another nod. With steady hands, he unbuttons his uniform, his tail twisting rigidly, as it does habitually when he is under pressure.
Sebastian, unnoticed, catches a look in Azazel's eye. Something like discomfort, something like affection, something like hungry interest, all caught in the same mess.
It's funny, really, the way he seems to think Sebastian hadn't noticed months ago.
Azazel likes Janos, Emma had told Sebastian with a cat's grin one bored evening.
That's hardly news, he had replied. You don't have to be a telepath.
She had frowned, her game ruined, but had found other means of entertainment.
It's something in the looks Azazel gives, and in the way he stiffly avoids Riptide's company when he can, not with true distaste but with strained effort to hide something -- something caught, undeniable, in darting glances, in twitches of the sides of his mouth and flicks of his tail.
Which is, as it happens, why Sebastian had decided he is the best person to ask.
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Through half-closed eyes he watches Azazel, red skin gleaming with sweat in the moonlight and an indescribable expression to him, as though he's not sure whether this is the single best or single worst thing he's ever done.
"Now," says Sebastian, gently pulling Riptide's head up by the hair, "let's see where else we can take this."
Janos blinks and licks his lips, almost disoriented, until Sebastian pulls him forwards.
"I -- ah! I'm --"
"As I said," Sebastian tells him, voice even, "nobody is forcing you."
He holds up his hands, here, no tricks, nothing up my sleeve.
Riptide kisses Sebastian briefly, shivers, and nods.
"Just . . . fine."
"Good boy," Sebastian murmurs, blindly reaching for lubricant and finding it with more fumbling than he'd like. "Turn over."
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(In the middle of the last part, almost done, give me half an hour or so.)
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Azazel hesitates a moment before Sebastian shoots him a cold, expectant look that drives him to move in.
Sebastian is rarely caught pleasantly unprepared, but this is one of those moments where he is, briefly overwhelmed by the sensation of Azazel's cock against his, by the tensing of Riptide's body, by the young man's strangled groan and by the heated closeness.
"Yes," he hisses. "Yes, that's perfect."
It lasts longer than expected but hardly as long as he'd like. He says little else, preferring instead to watch the other two, Azazel in particular, who looks first slightly guilty, then hopelessly caught in the moment, close to undone, his affection now only barely hidden by something like a glass mask about to go to pieces alongside with him.
Why hide it, anyway? Nothing to be ashamed of, Sebastian wants to tell him. Just as long as you don't let it get in the way of business.
He leans back into the seats, faking distraction, and, finally, catches Azazel as he leans down and puts two kisses on Janos; one against the jawline, still disguised, and, the mask finally dropping, one to the lips, brief, hungry and sincere.
It carries on a minute or two more. Riptide comes first, breathing sharply, shaking between them, then Azazel, silent and intense. Sebastian prides himself on his self-control but the truth is, he forces himself to wait because he loves watching his lovers come apart, loves seeing them at their most honest and intimate, and only lets himself climax when the other two are done.
The aftermath is . . . different. Sniffing, catching his breath, Janos is assembling his clothes, wincing slightly but his expression between satisfied and contemplative. Azazel is another story. He says nothing, his expression is unreadable. Maybe the evening will lead to something, maybe it will not.
Sebastian sits back with a sigh, tidying his clothes, which are now in dire need of cleaning anyway. He listens to the gentle noise of the waves lapping against the ship, inhales the humid Florida night air and, as ever, finds himself thinking on the future.
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This was totally hot and Wow, everything you did was just soooo awesome. A bit of Angst, mixed feelings, and sexiness...Perfection. You totally blew me away!!
Janos is so cute and sexy at the same time, And Sebastian, You ARE totally forcing him XD And I really, really loved that no matter how much Azazel trying to hide his affection, he just can't help but kiss Janos. awww...So, So emotional.
Thank you so much, I think I can't never thank you enough for this!! Besos♥
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Ahh, I probably failed as a writer because I really didn't want it to be a case of him being forced (though Sebastian does understand the fine art of nudging and needling). I hope I didn't unintentionally write something that's a trigger to people.
I did really enjoy writing angsty!closetted!Azazel though.
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But I can assure you I did not see anything like trigger, and you did an amazing job :)
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But even if you don't, this was simply amazing, and I really loved it.
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I think it's remarkable, not just because it's hot-which it is-but because you caught Shaw's manipulativeness so well. The choice is Janos's, sure; but Shaw knows exactly how to press his buttons so that he ~will make the choice Shaw wants. I really wonder how that conversation with Azazel went, too!
But what I like most is that I don't get the feeling Shaw's trying to hurt them, or is just messing with them or anything. He's enjoying himself, sure. He's a lot older than they are, I think, and it shows. But ultimately, he wants Azazel and Riptide to be happy, right? As long as it doesn't get in the way of business.
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