Watching Janos eat watermelon is a sore test of Azazel's willpower. Fucking his teammates in broad daylight and in full view of any passing boat is wrong, he knows, but damn it all to hell, Janos is determined to turn Azazel into a bad man.
Not that he isn't already.
A worse man, then.
Janos takes another bite, and Azazel's tail flicks irritably, his below-the-belt brain begging on its hands and knees to please, please go lick the taste out of taste Janos' mouth. His more sensible brain, the one that is thankfully in control still, restrains him firmly.
“Azazel?” Janos is offering a piece, his face innocent except for the wicked spark in his eyes. The fucking tease, he knows exactly what he's doing to Azazel, and he's doing it on purpose. Just because they've fucked a few times, he thinks he has some kind of free invitation to seduce Azazel whenever he wants?
When Azazel refuses the offered piece, Janos shrugs and bites into it, but the piece too big for his mouth, and the juice overflows, running down his chin, and throat. His fingers are already sticky with it, and he takes his index finger into his mouth, so he can suck off the juice.
Oh, fuck it.
He doesn't bother with teleportation, just takes the two steps over and shoves Janos against the wall, using his tail to secure Janos' wrist, and guide his hand to Azazel's mouth instead. He's always had a fondness for watermelon, but it tastes even better on Janos' skin, and Janos gasps as he sucks each finger in turn before he runs his tongue down Janos' sensitive wrist, chasing the flavor.
“Azazel,” He manages, and the way he says his name almost makes Azazel forgive him, as he follows the taste to Janos' neck, the sticky trails guiding him over the bob in Janos' throat, the definition of his jaw, and finally, his mouth. His mouth tastes of it still, and Azazel makes it his goal to lick away every bit of it, until it's just the taste of Janos under his tongue.
He steps back and grabs another piece from the bowl, offers it with a leer.
“Eat,” He commands, and when Janos lowers his head obediently, Azazel's cock hardens to the point of painful.
Then Janos runs his tongue over Azazel's fingers, and he won't wait another second.
They're in Janos' room in the space of a second, and he's pulling Janos out of his clothes, what little he's wearing. The sex is quick and satisfying, just their bodies rubbing together, Azazel not even bothering to get out of his own clothes.
As soon as he's done, he climbs off of Janos and straightens his clothes, suddenly annoyed with his lack of self-control.
“That was foolish.” He says out loud, and glares at the unrepentant Janos. “We're going to get caught, if you keep doing things like this.” Janos shrugs and smiles, but it doesn't quite meet his eyes. “I have chores. Stay out of trouble.”
He teleports away in a puff of smoke, and Janos is left to lie idly on the bed, still naked.
“Number twelve, he likes watermelon.” He muses to himself, going over the list of things that could get Azazel to sleep with him.
Eventually, he'll find the one that makes him stay.
Re: FILLED 1/1stormkprDecember 19 2011, 15:14:14 UTC
It wasn't my prompt, but I love it all the same. You really captured the request, the sexiness and the teasing. Nice glimpse of where the two are at, at one point.
Not that he isn't already.
A worse man, then.
Janos takes another bite, and Azazel's tail flicks irritably, his below-the-belt brain begging on its hands and knees to please, please go lick the taste out of taste Janos' mouth. His more sensible brain, the one that is thankfully in control still, restrains him firmly.
“Azazel?” Janos is offering a piece, his face innocent except for the wicked spark in his eyes. The fucking tease, he knows exactly what he's doing to Azazel, and he's doing it on purpose. Just because they've fucked a few times, he thinks he has some kind of free invitation to seduce Azazel whenever he wants?
When Azazel refuses the offered piece, Janos shrugs and bites into it, but the piece too big for his mouth, and the juice overflows, running down his chin, and throat. His fingers are already sticky with it, and he takes his index finger into his mouth, so he can suck off the juice.
Oh, fuck it.
He doesn't bother with teleportation, just takes the two steps over and shoves Janos against the wall, using his tail to secure Janos' wrist, and guide his hand to Azazel's mouth instead. He's always had a fondness for watermelon, but it tastes even better on Janos' skin, and Janos gasps as he sucks each finger in turn before he runs his tongue down Janos' sensitive wrist, chasing the flavor.
“Azazel,” He manages, and the way he says his name almost makes Azazel forgive him, as he follows the taste to Janos' neck, the sticky trails guiding him over the bob in Janos' throat, the definition of his jaw, and finally, his mouth. His mouth tastes of it still, and Azazel makes it his goal to lick away every bit of it, until it's just the taste of Janos under his tongue.
He steps back and grabs another piece from the bowl, offers it with a leer.
“Eat,” He commands, and when Janos lowers his head obediently, Azazel's cock hardens to the point of painful.
Then Janos runs his tongue over Azazel's fingers, and he won't wait another second.
They're in Janos' room in the space of a second, and he's pulling Janos out of his clothes, what little he's wearing. The sex is quick and satisfying, just their bodies rubbing together, Azazel not even bothering to get out of his own clothes.
As soon as he's done, he climbs off of Janos and straightens his clothes, suddenly annoyed with his lack of self-control.
“That was foolish.” He says out loud, and glares at the unrepentant Janos. “We're going to get caught, if you keep doing things like this.” Janos shrugs and smiles, but it doesn't quite meet his eyes. “I have chores. Stay out of trouble.”
He teleports away in a puff of smoke, and Janos is left to lie idly on the bed, still naked.
“Number twelve, he likes watermelon.” He muses to himself, going over the list of things that could get Azazel to sleep with him.
Eventually, he'll find the one that makes him stay.
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