Even Tyki was a little bemused as he opened a door from the Ark to Issei's world and picked up the boy, then brought him along the dark paths to a new doorway, which he opened to his own beach house
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Issei followed willingly, a little red at the touch but mostly calm. "It's as beautiful as I remembered... I don't know how you manage to keep yourself from coming here every day."
Even though thinking of what had happened the last time he was here was embarrassing, and other things he didn't like putting names to, the place was really lovely.
"I think I'll be pretty much living here for the next while, so I guess neither of us need to know that," Tyki said with a soft laugh. "My other house is gone, I suppose, since Zechs is gone. And I like spending as little time as possible in my own world."
He sank down to sit, dragging Issei down against his chest. The shirt he's wearing is more of an open jacket, the arm around Issei's shoulders bare, while the other has a sleeve, and Tyki is careful not to let Issei touch the puckered scar that crosses his chest.
He ruffled Issei's hair with his other hand. "It's good to be back."
Issei grumbled something indistinguishable at the hair ruffling, but at least the physical contact was pleasant. For the moment, he could forget what he came here prepared to do. "Mm. I believe I said in many ways that I missed you a great deal, but I'm glad that you're enjoying yourself as well."
"You did," Tyki purred, as Alice set down two tall, frosty green drinks on the table in front of them, then withdrew from the room. "I'm flattered that you missed me so much, Issei." His fingers drifted experimentally down the back of Issei's neck.
He remembered trying to seduce the monk before, and him all but panicking, but it seemed they both understood what Issei was here for, and the boy was willing, this time. Tyki was more than happy to defile a religious man, if the opportunity presented itself. And Issei wasn't exactly a crusty old priest, either.
"Mm, I don't think you should be surprised at that..." Issei shivered at that slight increase of contact and the sound of Tyki's voice. "But since I'm happy to get that reaction, it works out well."
Things had been different when he had a boyfriend, of course. And when he hadn't been broken-hearted by viruses quite as often. But Tyki he knew, and Tyki did not lie about wanting people.
Tyki brought his other hand up again, and hooked a dark finger under Issei's chin, tilting the boy's face up to look at him. "You know what I want," he murmured. "And I think you want it, too. If I'm wrong, I hope you'll enlighten me sooner, rather than later."
He wasn't here to waste time trying to seduce someone who was going to chicken out at the last moment. Tyki had never been one to force anyone. Not into that, at any rate.
Issei swallowed nervously, but. "I want... I want a number of things, but I find that right now, th-they all revolve around you. So, since you want- and I want-"
Coherent speech was obviously not in his power right now. He was embarrassed, blushing, awkward, nervous, but not helpless. Not someone who couldn't act on their own desires. And those desires started with bringing his lips to Tyki's.
Well now, no stronger signal could probably be asked for. Tyki rumbled softly and pressed into the kiss, letting both hands drop to the small of Issei's back and pulling him closer. That blushing awkwardness was enticing, and the kiss was sweet, though Tyki made it sultry by teasing with his tongue and deepening it.
Issei's eyes fluttered closed as the kiss deepened, not minding at all being pulled towards him. The sound of a whimper was swallowed by Tyki's lips and tongue doing things to him, things that made his desires more acute and came nowhere close to satisfying them.
That noise was exactly what Tyki was looking for. The Noah dropped his hands down a bit more, cupping Issei's ass and lifting him into his lap to straddle his thighs. That made the angle easier, and left his hands free to wander up under his shirt.
What a shameless position... Issei's whimpers got louder at the feeling of Tyki's hands on his skin, and he had to break the kiss for a moment to better voice them. His own hands settled at the bottom edge of Tyki's shirt, before much less skillfully trying to do what was being done to him.
Not too hard, since Tyki wasn't really wearing a shirt, just an open jacket with a bare chest. He paused and caught Issei's hand when he brushed over Tyki's scar, making a soft grunting sound.
"Don't touch that," he murmured, though he smiled ruefully. "It hurts. But you can touch anywhere else."
"Ah, I'm sorry." Issei carefully moved his hand somewhere else (he hoped it was at least a little sensitive) and rubbed gently with his fingertips. "So, more like that?"
"It's all right," Tyki said indulgently, and sighed a bit with pleasure as Issei rubbed at his skin. He nodded and gave the boy another gentle, but passionate kiss, scraping his fingernails lightly down Issei's back. "Very good..."
Issei wanted to be good for Tyki, as much as he wanted more of this for himself. Communicating that in words would have been a waste of time that could be used for kissing back deeply, needy and wanting and not even remotely chaste. After all, his sect didn't have any rules about chastity except to avoid misconduct, and there was no way that Tyki didn't enjoy this almost as much as Issei did.
His hands splayed out, half rubbing and half just feeling the strong muscles underneath.
Tyki didn't need words to know that Issei wanted to please him. That much was obvious from every inch of the boy's body, and everything he did.
He dropped his head down and nibbled at the boy's earlobe, taking it between his teeth and tugging lightly, one hand coming around to the front and rubbing a thumb over his nipple in little circles.
"That's it," he murmured into Issei's ear. "So beautiful."
Even though thinking of what had happened the last time he was here was embarrassing, and other things he didn't like putting names to, the place was really lovely.
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He sank down to sit, dragging Issei down against his chest. The shirt he's wearing is more of an open jacket, the arm around Issei's shoulders bare, while the other has a sleeve, and Tyki is careful not to let Issei touch the puckered scar that crosses his chest.
He ruffled Issei's hair with his other hand. "It's good to be back."
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He remembered trying to seduce the monk before, and him all but panicking, but it seemed they both understood what Issei was here for, and the boy was willing, this time. Tyki was more than happy to defile a religious man, if the opportunity presented itself. And Issei wasn't exactly a crusty old priest, either.
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Things had been different when he had a boyfriend, of course. And when he hadn't been broken-hearted by viruses quite as often. But Tyki he knew, and Tyki did not lie about wanting people.
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He wasn't here to waste time trying to seduce someone who was going to chicken out at the last moment. Tyki had never been one to force anyone. Not into that, at any rate.
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Coherent speech was obviously not in his power right now. He was embarrassed, blushing, awkward, nervous, but not helpless. Not someone who couldn't act on their own desires. And those desires started with bringing his lips to Tyki's.
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He wasn't going to rush, though. How rude.
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"Don't touch that," he murmured, though he smiled ruefully. "It hurts. But you can touch anywhere else."
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His hands splayed out, half rubbing and half just feeling the strong muscles underneath.
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He dropped his head down and nibbled at the boy's earlobe, taking it between his teeth and tugging lightly, one hand coming around to the front and rubbing a thumb over his nipple in little circles.
"That's it," he murmured into Issei's ear. "So beautiful."
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