[El's apartment] The subtle differences
Watching over Sands has become far more of a full-time caretaking job since the curse began. It hasn't been all that bad in comparison to other things the agent has gotten himself into, though. In fact, if he'd admit it, some of this has actually been enjoyable for El. The effects of the curse have dulled the sharp edges of Sheldon's personality
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When his exploring is halted he pushes down a growl. Then freedom! Just when he thought he was going to be denied yet again El relents. He's so surprised Sands just stands there with a dumb look on his face for the first second.
The man is talking again and the selkie doesn't care for words. Especially that one. He stands on his toes in order to reach El's mouth with his own. His hands move to El's chest to keep his balance. The kiss still a Sands kiss.
All lips with a pink tongue darting in and disappearing back into his own mouth as if he's afraid of being bitten.
Considering his main relationships in life he probably is. He never kissed El much before. Not on the mouth anyway. But he always wants to. Sands is a big fan of kissing but it makes him feel awkward. As if the act didn't fit him.
The selkie changes that. He could kiss the mariachi till his lips were numb. And he plans to. Only other things are taking his attentions.
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Once he accepts the kiss, he returns it more firmly; his hand sliding up from Sheldon's shoulder to tangle fingers in the man's hair and hold him pressed to that kiss as El gives chase after the agent's timid tongue with the slow, sure movements of his own.
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1.It's kinda gay. (Gayer then the sex. He is that illogical.)
2.He thought he was hideous and didn't want El near his face.
3.It turns him into jello.
The third reason hits home all at once. Sands finds himself totally and completely helpless. A state that he really tries to avoid. But it feels so good. And El wont hurt him. It's not a trick. He keeps repeating that in his mind. His hands slide down the man's body not stopping when he gets to the shorts again. This time the hands go under the elastic and keep going bringing them down.
He kisses like he's afraid but more then willing. The emotion it brings up is too much. And leaves him with too little control.
But his hands and the rest of his body is very adamant about what he wants.
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The mariachi slips an arm around Sheldon's waist to pull the man with him as he steps back away from his discarded clothing and towards the bed. The steps are awkward and near clumsy as he refuses to break the kiss as he goes. It's only ended due to that nagging need for oxygen.
Making the best of this momentary separation, El takes hold of Sands' shirt and pulls it up and over the man's head. Being the only one who's naked feels like vulnerability.
El sits on the bed and pulls Sands closer by the hips, kissing his stomach as nervous hands move between them to remove Sands' pants.
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He's perfectly fine with getting naked as well and would tease El about wanting to even the odds if he knew that was the thought process. His mother being a hippy, Sands spent most of his life in the nude. He doesn't see it as being vulnerable in the least. Most of the time just the opposite. Because chances are when he's naked he's also in control of the situation.
This being an exception.
His hands hold lightly to El's shoulders to keep himself up. The muscles in his stomach tense and jump under sun chapped lips. Finding shoes stupid and hard to walk in, he's not wearing them. And the same goes for underwear. Sands is only wearing enough clothing to not cause suspicion or weird looks.
Once he's standing there pale and naked a rare look crosses his face. Wonder and love then confusion. Intimate is the wrong word for their previous sexcapades. before it always started with terrible pain. Sands would rub himself on El like a needy animal and beg him to make it better. A sex crazed cat. He never gave El the chance to make it 'nice'.
Now he's unsure. Sands has never had sex with a man when he wasn't looking for pain. before the calming presence of the selkie pain is what he wanted from El too. Now he doesn't and he realizes he has no idea what to do from here. Not even the women he's been with were interesting in love making. Except Bruiser but she was always in control. The need to break out into Madonna's 'Like a Virgin' is strong.
"I've never... I don't know how."
In his forties and Sands just realizes he only knows one way to fuck.
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"What do you mean?" There's a soft laugh and El shakes his head. "I think you have a little more experience than me." Which would be true if he was not completely misreading Sands' meaning. El knows fully how to make love, rather than simply fuck. He prefers to be slow, intimate and intense ... he's just never been that way with a man. That was never what Sands wanted and El was fine with that, as a more detached and impulsive sort of sex kept his heart safely uninvolved.
This is different and it frightens him, but he's been waiting for this for a while, even if he wouldn't admit it. El slides his hands slowly down to guide Sheldon towards him and bring the man's knees up onto the bed straddling him.
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His mouth finds El's again for a chaste kiss before attempting to explain.
"The last time a man tried to make it nice for me I sort of.. freaked him out a little." Fun with Jack. The pirate actually pushed Sands off of him and put a stop to all of it.
"They way we were is the only way I know how to be. Don't give up on me if I'm not good. I'll learn how to do it the way you like."
Sands is afraid he'll fuck this up like with Jack. The two never slept together again after that mishap.
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He isn't terribly surprised to hear about Sands' experiences, but it is somewhat sad. El wonders if he can't fix whatever is hurting in Sheldon without simply hurting him further.
"You haven't given up on me. I can be patient with you." El kisses Sands' chest and moves large, calloused hands over smooth, pale skin.
"I don't want to hurt you, Sheldon. ... Help me not to."
El has only been with Sands and he knows that the way they've done this before was less than gentle. He just doesn't know exactly how to do it right.
He twines his fingers in Sheldon's hair again and guides him back into a kiss.
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Most of him though- is much too busy thinking 'Lets lick him all over and then suck his dick!' It's exhausting being in his brain.
He kisses back thankful El wants to do it so often. Now he knows it's okay sometimes. At least when El is in this friendly of a mood. He goes through a mental list of all the things he's jerked off to that had starred the mexican. Pretty much of of them are crossed off immediately.
Though just thinking them is having an effect. Now the wriggling he's doing is more out of a need for friction. The kissing and hands in his hair along with the realization that El really does not plan to stop this suddenly has him bursting out of his skin.
All he can do is nod at El's request and lean back away from the kiss. His hand goes behind to find El's cock underneath him. Making a long line out of his body a small sound escapes him as he sits up and then back down impaling himself.
Because he's a liar. And one so practiced he was still nodding his understanding as he was doing the very thing he was being asked not to.
Sands knows well enough that El's never taken it and only given. The lack of lubricant or a hand to loosen him first is painful. But he's never done it any other way with the mariachi and he doesn't plan to change that now. It's one of his favorite parts.
The look on his face is angelic in it's pleasure. The sounds soft and without a hint of pain.
Because he's a good liar as well.
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El's strong hands run firmly over Sands' back. The mariachi begins to trail kisses over Sheldon's neck, collar, shoulders and chest. His hands slide down and grip under Sheldon's thighs, using them to lift the man up and lower him again in slow, smooth movements.
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"I wish I could see you like this."
He grinds down harder then. To keep El from putting a stop to this. Sands is afraid any loving admissions will change the man's mind. He's being careful.
"I've always wanted to see your face when you fuck me. The first time we met I was off my game. You were so beautiful."
He moves back to El's lips kissing him with a steady and lingering need.
"I rubbed one off in the ally after you left." He smiles then as if bragging about some sports trophy he won as a kid. Something that happened in another lifetime.
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Though he had slowly, and very intensely become aware of Sands' interests in him, a lot of this is news to El.
"Beautiful?" He matches Sheldon's town in a dark and breathy whisper and gives a soft laugh to the word. "And you thought so so quickly? I had no idea..."
It slowly begins to sink in that Sands might actually love him and that is a thought both comforting and terrifying.
When Sheldon's fingers brush against the mariachi's cheek once more, he catches that hand and brings the fingers to his mouth, sucking at them slowly and softly and kissing each fingertip. El then guides that hand over his features, making sure they feel enraptured smile that's such a slight thing on gently parted lips and the easing of the tension that usually creases his brow. Then he frees that hand so his own can slip back into tangles of dark chocolate brown hair and pull Sands in to another tight kiss. El kisses deeply and with a long denied hunger as he begins to thrust deeper.
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"You just brushed me aside. I would have killed anyone else for it. But I wanted you so bad."
The finger sucking shuts him up. Now when his mouth opens it stays that way. The sounds aren't words but tiny noises a man only makes when no more blood is rushing to his brain. His face lowers pressing into the side of El's hair as the man leads his hand. And that smile. The one he's never seen. Sands sits back again to face him. He doesn't have the words. He's unwilling to say the things running through his head. Sands is learning. His need to say everything out loud is finally being muted. El isn't silent. He's telling Sands everything he needs to know but the agent isn't hearing it. He swears to himself to learn the maraichi's quiet language. It took Sheldon this long to trust that. It will wear off. Later he'll think that El can only be happy with him when he's this calmer selkie thing who seems to understand much better then he when El wants to be touched and when he doesn't. But for now he's so happy.
Sands leans into the kiss without the timidness he had before. His hand goes to his own dick between them matching El's movement inside him.
Though he's no longer talking the man's ear off he's still a vocal person. Not bothering to break the kiss he moans into El's mouth.
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He runs his cheek along Sheldon's, kissing him softly at the temple and whispering into his ear.
"You couldn't have killed me... You said it yourself.. I..I was 'already dead'."
Fingers tighten in Sands' hair as El comes closer to climax. He kisses and pants against the hollow of his lover's throat. El may have been dead when Sands found him, but in this moment, he is very much alive and free of the loneliness and loss that he lets bind him.
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His thin frame flutters with quick breath and spasming muscles as he milks El's cock inside him.
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His breath is hot and rapid as he makes long, deep, and deliberate thrusts to ride out his own orgasm. When the last of his climax is spent and he's left with only small aftershocks, El moves both arms to wrap tight around Sheldon's body as he lays back, bringing the man down with him to feel his weight on his chest.
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