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tenshinoakuma) wrote2012-12-19 06:18 pm
tenshinoakuma) wrote2012-12-19 06:18 pm
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[NSFW] Indulgent Curiosity
Characters: Angelo [Dragon Quest 8] and Serph [Digital Devil Saga]
Okay so, counter to the previous badfic, this is actually a decent version of hypothetical Angelo/Serph if they were placed in a sex or die kind of RP situation, where characters must have (pleasurable) sex with another person within a certain time limit, otherwise they will die. Once they do, the time limit is reset. This is in stark contrast to the peaceful, underwater slice-of-life situation that![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
vatheon has. For the love of all that is holy, this has spiralled way out of control and I'm never touching this topic again. YOU CAN'T MAKE ME.
This could never have been written without the help of Umi -- my badfic competition and collaborator -- because without her, I would never have finished this monster of a... thing. I'm not sure I even want to call this a story. There is just way too much porn in this and why is safe sex a completely foreign concept to both of these guys FML.
Final word count: 6.1k
It begins from simple curiosity.
That morning after Serph wakes up in Angelo's apartment after passing out from all the alcohol Angelo had shoved in his system the previous night, Angelo confides in Serph a curiosity that's been eating at him for some time now. Ever since he's come to this place and read books, Angelo's wondered what it's like to kiss a man... and what it's like to sleep with one. And Serph's curious too, right? Especially in this environment, where sex is necessary for survival.
Serph closes his eyes and massages his temples. "Do you have headache medicine?"
But once he has some water and medicine in him -- somehow, Angelo had thought Serph would have no hangover problems -- Serph asks Angelo to repeat his request. This time, he says, "I don't mind," as good a signal as any for Angelo to lean forward and kiss him.
However, Serph isn't very responsive, despite Angelo deepening the kiss and using tongue, so the act isn't terribly enjoyable. A little disappointed, Angelo pulls away. He knows from their conversations that Serph isn't well versed in the sensual, so he supposes he shouldn't expect so much from Serph. He smiles anyway, hiding his thoughts, and says, "Alright, Serph. Now you try."
After a brief moment, Serph nods, leaning forward and kissing Angelo, a hand gently cupping his cheek. This time, the act is better, Serph mimicking what Angelo had done earlier so well that Angelo can't help but wonder if Serph has actually done this before and had just been holding back on him earlier. Moaning, Angelo presses his body up against Serph's, hand going to Serph's back for support while his other slides down Serph's hip. It's not as pleasant as he wants it to be, thanks to all of Serph's armour, a thick, unwanted, barrier between Angelo and Serph's skin.
It doesn't take long for Angelo to push Serph down onto the bed, kissing and tangling their bodies as they compete for dominance that results in Angelo coming out on top. Smirking as he straddles Serph's hips, Angelo pulls down the zip on Serph's jacket, expecting it to be simple to remove once unzipped. But when he tries to pull it off Serph's shoulders, he finds resistance, like it's attached to something. Angelo looks, but he can't really see anything that would cause that. Frowning, he asks, "Serph, how do I get this off?" Looking down at the rest of Serph's attire -- the man really needs a fashion advisor -- Angelo amends his question. "How do you even get undressed?" Come to think of it, how often does he see Serph wearing something different? "Do you even change your clothes?" Don't answer that. He hurriedly adds, "Never mind. Just take off your jacket, alright?"
Angelo allows Serph to sit up, watching Serph fiddle with the metal discs inserted into the front and back of his body armour. He doesn't quite catch what exactly Serph does to make things come apart, but Serph sheds his jacket with little fuss. Seeing the mess of zips and fastenings that still remain is a little off putting to Angelo -- and he'd thought the layers of clothing Orkutsk women wore were bad! -- so he says sweetly, "Why don't you take it all off, Serph?" before lying on the bed and propping himself up on an elbow so he can watch Serph strip.
Even though it's obvious Serph knows what he's doing, it still takes Serph an uncomfortably long time to unbuckle his armour and take it off. And there's still the matter of the clothing he wears underneath. Angelo's glad he's dodged the frustration of trying to take off Serph's clothes himself; it undoubtedly be far more difficult for him than it is for Serph. Too impatient to wait for Serph, Angelo sheds his own clothes into a neat pile on the floor. When Serph finally finishes undressing, Angelo pulls him close, enjoying the feel of Serph's unexpectedly smooth skin against his.
Navigating the way back onto the bed -- Serph is remarkably compliant -- Angelo pins Serph's hands and legs down with his own. Even trapped like this, Serph's expression is the same as always. It's a little disappointing to see Serph stare up at Angelo from his position, flat on his back against the bed, eyes questioning. There has to be some way to shake that calm, collected expression from Serph's face and Angelo's determined to find it.
But Serph is a man, not a woman. There are no breasts for him to cup and squeeze, just flat planes of muscle. Angelo shifts his position so he can lean down and run light kisses all over Serph's chest, acutely aware of how Serph's breathing quickens when he starts to use his tongue too. But that isn't his real goal. No. When Angelo's mouth brushes over a nipple, he licks it, enjoying the way Serph's breathing becomes a little more ragged, before he begins to suck on Serph's nipple in earnest. Groaning when Serph's hips rock up to meet Angelo's, he gives a small gasp when Serph's hands grab his butt and squeeze. Unable to resist, Angelo moans from the friction of Serph's cock against his as he grinds his own hips hard against Serph's. It's a sensation Angelo hasn't experienced before, and he can feel the blood rush downwards for both him and Serph.
All this foreplay isn't enough for Angelo, though; he wants to know what it's like to sleep with a man, and he isn't going to find out unless he actually fucks Serph.
But he hesitates.
"Is something wrong?"
Angelo focuses his attention back on Serph, not realising he'd actually paused in his grinding. "No, nothing."
Well, actually... He'd read that having anal sex can be more painful for the receiver, and he doesn't want to hurt Serph. Angelo doesn't really know why he's concerned for Serph's well-being in the first place; he'd left behind his emotions long ago. But Angelo's aware of how Serph seems to lack what Angelo would consider common knowledge. In some ways, Serph's innocence is oddly endearing, even though it's making him hesitate now. Why? He's using Serph to satisfy his curiosity, and Serph needs this to stay alive, so he shouldn't feel guilt. If anything, this is just like a business transaction. Maybe he just doesn't want to deal with potentially having Serph blame him for not giving proper warning before having anal sex with him. That must be it.
"I've read that being entered is more painful as a man." Angelo leans down to brush his lips against Serph's throat. "You're still certain, yes?"
Serph's words are a little unsteady, punctuated by sharp intakes of air as Angelo sucks at the skin of Serph's throat. "I'm certain."
Well, if Serph is certain, then it's no skin off his back. Angelo raises his head, gaze going to the mark he's left on Serph's throat. It'll still be there in an hour, though the collar of Serph's armour will likely hide it. Not that Angelo particularly cares if others find out he slept with Serph; someone needs to sleep with Serph and it may as well be someone as well versed in the art of sexual congress as Angelo is. Leaning over, Angelo reaches towards his nightstand, pulling out the middle drawer and fumbling around for the tube of lubricant he'd bought the other day.
A thought occurs to him. He's certain Serph knows how sex for reproduction works -- actually he's not even sure about that -- and he's certain Serph does at least have some concept of what drives people to have sex. But does Serph even have any idea what they're about to do? Does Serph even know anything about the technical aspects of it? The hesitation tugs at Angelo again.
"Serph," he begins, sitting between Serph's legs and uncapping the tube of lubricant. "Do you know how sex between men works?" One type of sex, anyway.
He squeezes out a generous amount of lube onto his fingers while Serph sits up, replying, "I don't."
Angelo tries not to sigh. "I'll explain, then." He temporarily caps the lube while he speaks. "You're obviously not a woman, so you don't have a vagina for me to enter. Instead, I will be entering your behind." He puts on his most reassuring smile. "It can be painful, but I'll do my best to be careful." Explanation over, Angelo appends to the end, "Are you still certain?"
Serph nods. "I trust you."
Trust. For some reason, Serph's words twist in his stomach. Placing trust in someone is just asking to be betrayed. But those sour thoughts have no place in the bedroom. Shoving those thoughts out of his mind, Angelo gently pushes Serph's shoulder with a hand, a signal for Serph to lie back down. "Spread your legs and bend your knees, then." When Serph does as he's instructed, Angelo nudges at Serph's thighs as a silent instruction to lift them. Slicking the lube on his fingers around Serph's entrance and reapplying lube on his fingers, Angelo continues, "I'm not going to put my penis in you yet. It will be less painful for you if I use my fingers first." Putting aside the tube for now, Angelo leans over Serph, a finger pressing at Serph's entrance without penetrating him, and says quietly, "It might feel a little strange, but please, relax."
Fingers slick and wet, Angelo slides one in, feeling Serph constrict against the intrusion. "Relax, Serph," he murmurs, leaning forward to briefly kiss the side of Serph's jaw. He throws Serph's earlier words back at him. "I thought you trusted me?" That's what all these people who talk about friendship say. That they trust each other. Even if they're all liars in the end. "Trust me, this will be more difficult if you don't relax."
He watches Serph close his eyes, taking deep breaths, before he feels Serph slowly relax, allowing Angelo to push his finger in further.
"That's right, Serph," he says, encouraging, as he slides the second finger in. Although there's no change in Serph's expression, Angelo can see Serph's hands tightly gripping the bedsheets out of the corner of his eye. He pauses. "Are you alright?" Angelo can't tell if that's a sign of pleasure or pain or both.
Swallowing, Serph wordlessly nods.
Angelo had read that he should prepare Serph further, either with more fingering or use of his tongue, but to be quite honest, he can't wait any longer; he yearns to experience what it's like to have his cock inside another man. With that in mind, he slowly withdraws his fingers from within Serph and reapplies the lube, this time adding it to both Serph's entrance and his cock. Setting the tube aside, Angelo rests the tip of his cock against Serph, smiling. "Alright, Serph. You've done well so far. Let's see if you can keep it up. Remember what I said? You need to relax, do you understand?"
When Angelo gets the nod of acknowledgement from Serph, Angelo slowly pushes himself in, quietly moaning at how tight Serph is around his cock, even with the lube. Keeping an eye on Serph to gauge whether he's in pain or not -- Serph seems to be coping -- Angelo pushes himself as far in as he can go before leaning over to capture Serph's mouth in his. Angelo's moaning against Serph's mouth as he starts to move in short, sharp thrusts, barely noticing Serph's hands slide down his body and digging his fingers into his thighs. Forcing himself to pace himself -- it's difficult, with how incredible all this feels -- Angelo breaks the kiss and watches Serph exhale shakily as Angelo thrusts more slowly, but more deeply into him.
There's something annoying about how neat Serph's hair still is, though. Like he's completely unaffected by all this, even though Angelo knows that isn't true, given the hardness of Serph's cock. Angelo reaches up to tangle his fingers in Serph's hair, pulling it out of its usual partings. "Why do you have your hair like this, anyway?" Angelo leans down, murmuring, "You could do so much better."
He doesn't give Serph the opportunity to answer, sealing Serph's mouth with his. This time, Serph is more forward when they kiss, matching Angelo's thrusts down below with thrusts of his tongue, the sound of Angelo's moans muffled against Serph's mouth. Breaking off the kiss, Angelo marvels at how good it feels to have Serph under him -- it's a rush, having power over Serph like this -- only vaguely aware of a hand roughly gripping the back of his head and another digging hard into his shoulder blade. Picking up the pace, Angelo's determined to make Serph orgasm first -- fucking Serph as hard and fast as he can -- while trying to hold back his own. His moans increase in volume as he can feel himself getting closer to the edge, Serph's quiet panting matching Angelo's cries of pleasure. Finally, Angelo can feel Serph contract around him as Serph comes -- at this proximity, Angelo can feel the splash of semen against his abdomen -- and Angelo gives a loud groan as the increased tightness around his cock pushes him over the edge when he thrusts. Desires temporarily sated, they both don't move for a long moment, bodies relaxed.
Eventually, Angelo pulls out of Serph but remains on top of him, admiring Serph's new mussed look. There's a deep sense of satisfaction at finally seeing Serph looking as breathless and content as the women Angelo's slept with. Satisfaction, too, at being Serph's first. Angelo wants more out of him, but he's a little concerned -- why is he concerned? -- Serph's stamina might not be enough to keep up. "Are you tired?"
Serph's chest heaves for a few moments before he rests a hand on Angelo's waist. "I'm fine."
"Well then," Angelo smirks as he leans in to lightly kiss Serph's ear, hands wandering lower, "Shall we continue?"
At the nod from Serph, Angelo wraps a hand -- still slightly slick from the lube -- around Serph's cock and strokes him, watching Serph bite down on his lip as his hands slide up to Angelo's back. But Angelo isn't interested in repeating what they'd done earlier; just as he'd been interested in experiencing what it's like to fuck a man, he's curious to experience being fucked by one.
Letting go of Serph's cock, Angelo leans forward and kisses Serph on the mouth, arms wrapping around Serph's torso as he manoeuvres their bodies so Serph is on top of him. If there's one thing Serph's good at, it's kissing -- not counting that unimpressive first one -- and it's with great reluctance that Angelo breaks it off to speak. "So, Serph. I think you should show me what you've learned today."
Serph complies, lowering his head to Angelo's chest.
Correction. If there's one thing Serph's good at, it's using his mouth. It's as if Serph knows exactly how to best use his tongue for stimulation, and has Angelo wrapping his legs around Serph's hips and rocking against him. Between Serph's sucks on his nipple, Angelo moans out, "You learn fast." Gasping when Serph licks the tip -- light and fleeting, a brush that tantalises -- Angelo adds, breathless, "Are you sure you haven't done this before?"
He immediately regrets asking the question, as Serph raises his head away from Angelo's chest to answer, "I haven't."
"Impressive," Angelo murmurs, pulling Serph down so their bodies are pressed together, cocks hot against each other. Serph's heavier than he expects -- he seems to be mostly lean muscle -- and the weight of him on Angelo's hips balances the knife edge between heavy and painful. Unbidden, Serph begins to grind against him in a more leisurely pace than Angelo had earlier, slow and languid as he kisses Angelo. Though it takes longer for both of them to get hard this way, Angelo finds it rather pleasant. Sensual. He'd almost say... caring, like Serph really wants Angelo to enjoy himself. The thought's almost laughable -- he knows Serph only accepted his proposition because of this city's rule -- yet it wouldn't be unfitting of Serph's personality.
It almost makes him feel... wanted.
...It's a foolish thought. A nice one, but foolish one nevertheless. If Serph wants him, it's for survival, nothing more.
He can hear Serph fumble for the tube of lubricant while they're kissing. Reluctantly, Angelo breaks off their kiss, breathing heavily -- Serph's kisses are getting better and better -- and passes the lube to Serph. Serph squeezes out a fair amount of lubricant onto his fingers, but Angelo reaches over and squeezes out more. "Don't worry about using too much." He smiles. "It's better to have too much than too little."
After Serph nods, Angelo lies back down, aware of Serph's fingers slicking lube between his legs. Pulling his legs back so they're resting on Serph's shoulders, Angelo tries to reign in his impatience at having to wait for Serph. He doesn't have to wait long, though, and inhales sharply when Serph slides a finger in him. It's a strange sensation -- not altogether unpleasant -- and he groans, arching his back when Serph pushes his second finger in. He gives a surprised cry when Serph curls his fingers inside him -- is this the same as what women feel, when he does the same to them? -- and wraps his arms around Serph's neck to draw him closer. Panting into Serph's ear, he breathes out, "By the Goddess... Serph, this feels incredible." He breaks off into a moan when Serph uncurls his fingers and pushes them deeper. "Don't keep me waiting, Serph." He lowers his gaze to Serph's cock. "I want you inside me."
Nodding, Serph withdraws his fingers. Angelo watches Serph squeeze out more of the lube, grinning in anticipation. If Serph's fingers inside him feels so good, then how much better will his penis feel? As Serph applies the lube to both his cock and Angelo's entrance, Angelo gives Serph another reminder. "Serph, you remember what I did, right? You will need to be slow and careful, okay?"
Nodding, Serph sets the tube aside before slowly pushing the tip of his cock inside Angelo.
...It hurts. Dear Goddess it hurts. Angelo had known there could be some pain, but nothing could prepare him for Serph's sheer size; he feels stretched so worryingly tight that something tearing seems like a very real possibility. Angelo doesn't even realise he's gasping in pain until he cries out, "Remove yourself, Serph!"
Which he does, without question, sitting back so Angelo can lower his legs onto the bed.
Angelo takes a moment to collect himself before sitting up. "Serph, I think you're--" and he gestures vaguely in the direction of Serph's still hard cock, "--too large for this." To say the least. Angelo makes an annoyed sound in the back of his throat. "Oh, just my rotten luck! How often is being too big a problem!? Why weren't you created with a more normal girth? Now the mood is completely ruined!"
Serph doesn't show any outward sign of offence. "What would you have me do, then?"
Angelo pauses his rant. A good question. Thinking back over what Serph had done this morning, he replies haughtily, "I desire the caress of your mouth and tongue on my chest, and touch of your fingers within me."
A pause and a nod, before Serph leans forward and takes the nipple he hadn't sucked earlier into his mouth. It feels just as good as it had before, and moaning, Angelo wraps his legs around Serph's waist and drapes his arms over Serph's shoulders. He can feel Serph's fingers brush against his cock -- sending a shiver down his spine -- as Serph reaches to feel for his entrance. Groaning in pleasure as Serph both sucks on his nipple and fingers him -- he doesn't feel disappointed about not getting fucked any more -- Angelo reaches between his legs and strokes himself. With all these pleasurable sensations on the sensitive parts of his body, it doesn't take long for Angelo exchange stroking for jerking himself off, coming on Serph with a loud moan.
Serph only removes his fingers and raises his head off Angelo's chest when Angelo finishes orgasming. But seeing that Serph's cock is still thick with arousal that hasn't yet been released, Angelo reaches for it and murmurs, "Here. Let me take care of that for you, Serph."
Wrapping a hand around Serph's cock, Angelo jerks him off with one hand while he fingers Serph without penetrating with the other. Serph responds to the handjob by leaning forward and thrusting into it, his ragged breathing tickling Angelo's ear. It's just too bad Angelo can't see his expression when Serph comes in his hands; he likes to imagine it's one of pure ecstasy, even if it's unlikely. Though Angelo's more than capable of continuing, perhaps it's best if they ended things there. "That's quite enough for today. You've done well."
Angelo expects he has to explain that Serph should leave now -- he doesn't like having people he sleeps with stay after sex; it just encourages emotional attachment -- but Serph nods, as if he understands, and rises to get dressed while Angelo heads for the shower. In hindsight, he should've let Serph use the shower first, but by the time Angelo's turns off the tap and steps out of the shower, Serph has already left.
They don't speak to each other again until they meet by chance outside a restaurant, one week later. Angelo enjoys Serph's company in more ways than one, so he finds himself saying, "Do you want to join me?"
Which results in Angelo sitting across from Serph in a front booth of the restaurant, making an order for iced tea and salad for himself, and black coffee and a platter of sashimi for Serph. While they wait for their food, Angelo folds his hands on his lap and comments, "Your performance was were splendid last week. And you say you've never slept with anyone before?"
Serph nods in confirmation, and adds, "I never considered it before my arrival."
Angelo shakes his head in disbelief. "Amazing. Simply amazing." To think that if it wasn't for this environment, where sex is just as much an act of personal survival as it is an act of pleasure, Serph would likely never seek sex at all. It would have been a waste to have such talent go unnoticed. There's so much he can teach Serph... Angelo sighs. "It's just a pity you're so large."
The words aren't really directed at Serph, more a idle thought voiced aloud. He finds himself doing that a lot, around Serph. He can't understand why.
Thankfully, Serph doesn't comment. Their food and drink arrives, anyway, which serves as a welcome distraction. They eat in silence, Angelo aware of Serph practically inhaling his food -- is Serph even tasting it? -- while Angelo, in contrast, eats at a leisurely pace.
Abruptly, Angelo asks, "Have you slept with anyone else?" Angelo tries to make the question sound casual, but a part of him wonders why he even asks. Angelo has slept with others since that morning they spent together. It shouldn't matter who Serph sleeps or doesn't sleep with. It shouldn't matter what Serph's answer is. But there's a part of Angelo that wishes Serph would say--
"No. There hasn't been anyone else." The 'yet', though unsaid, hangs in the air; in stark contrast to himself, Angelo's certain Serph is the sort who would sleep with another resident here to save them. It just seems like the kind of thing Serph would do. That's the problem, with these selfless sorts.
It's a pity. Angelo idly picks at his salad, mood souring. He's not sure why he wants to be the only one Serph sees. He's not sure why he wants to have more sex with Serph than the others he's slept with in this place. He's not sure why sex with Serph had felt more meaningful. There seems to be very little he understands, when he's in Serph's presence.
When they part ways, Angelo can't help but wonder exactly what has he gotten himself into.
Naturally, his next questions are, "What is it like to go down on a man?" and "What is it like to have a man go down on me?". Naturally, Serph is happy to indulge Angelo's curiosity once Angelo explains what he means. Naturally, Angelo has to do the former, before Serph can do the latter.
Angelo makes Serph take off his pants -- he's not about to go through that song and dance again -- and sit on the edge of his bed, legs slightly spread. Recalling those memories of women doing what he's about to do before he kneels between Serph's legs, Angelo runs his mouth along the length of Serph's cock. If their first encounter had taught him anything, it was the fact Serph -- while difficult to read, when he doesn't vocalise or show much expression -- has several small indicators of arousal and enjoyment. The quickening of breath when Angelo's hands stroke him and the tense stillness of Serph's body as he kisses the side of Serph's cock, they're all signs Serph's affected by Angelo's actions. Of course, the most tell tale sign is Serph's cock hardening under his touch, something that doesn't take long with Angelo's experienced hands.
"You know, Serph," Angelo murmurs, drawing circles on the tip of Serph's cock with his thumb, "You're really quite easy. Did you know that?" Usually people take a little more manipulating from Angelo before they agree to sleep with him. He just finds it strange that he doesn't need to go through all that flattery and sweet talk with Serph.
Serph just looks down at him, not comprehending.
Angelo just laughs, enjoying the way Serph's breath hitches in his throat as the breath from Angelo fans over him. "Never mind." He says, "It's not important, anyway," before wrapping his hand around the base of Serph's cock and taking the head into his mouth, pleased at the unexpected expression of surprise passing across Serph's face.
It's different, being the one to suck a man off rather than being the one to be sucked off, especially with Serph's size. But in some ways, it's the same as going down on a woman; Angelo pays plenty of attention to the parts of Serph that are sensitive, licking and curling his tongue around the head of Serph's cock. Serph's considerate and stays perfectly still, and Angelo takes full advantage of that, one hand squeezing and stroking Serph's shaft while the other lightly massages Serph's balls. Watching Serph's expression as he sucks Serph off with long, languid bobs of his head, Angelo notes the way Serph's breathing quickens to panting, and notes the way Serph's mouth opens, like the beginnings of a moan that turns into a soundless exhale of air with each lick.
When he feels Serph's balls draw away from his fingers, Angelo knows he nearly has him, and gives Serph one long suck before raising his head. Angelo can see the look of confusion and disappointment in Serph's expression, his gaze slightly less focused than usual, as if Serph's asking, "Why did you stop?"
It's tempting to tease Serph. Tempting to bring him close to ecstasy and deny it, before doing it again. But, he supposes that would be too cruel to do to a friend -- when did Serph become a friend, though? -- during Serph's first experience with oral sex. And, he admits, he's impatient in his desire to see how Serph will perform in this area, especially when Serph has proven to be skilful with his mouth. So he rises and leans against Serph's side, lightly pressing his lips against Serph's throat -- to Serph's shaky exhale -- while jerking with his hand. With his mouth on Serph's neck, Angelo can feel Serph swallow before Serph gives the first moan Angelo's heard from him as he comes, spilling messily onto the floor. It's a sound Angelo wants to hear Serph make again, and locks it away in his memory. Yes... it's a good sound to hear from the calm and collected man.
Letting Serph recover -- Serph's breathing is fast and heavy -- Angelo rolls over to allow Serph to stand. As expected, Serph doesn't say anything with regards to this new experience, but Angelo's satisfied he's sufficiently fulfilled Serph's subconscious desires.
From his seat on the edge of the bed, Angelo watches Serph put on his pants and armour. Licking his lips and smirking, Angelo comments, "I believe you owe me something in return."
Serph pauses, his gaze going to Angelo before he nods, returning to zipping up his leg armour. Angelo can't help but grin in anticipation when Serph kneels between his legs and tugs Angelo's pants down to reveal his cock, already half-hard. He's pleased when the first thing Serph does is run his tongue along the length of his cock, lingering at the head. Groaning in pleasure as Serph starts using his lips as well, Angelo keeps his eyes on Serph, eager to see Serph go down on him properly. Slowly, Serph's lips envelop his cock and--
--asdf;lkjasdf;lkj Angelo abruptly pushes Serph's face from him. "No no no, Serph. You're not supposed to use teeth." When Serph gives him a blank stare, Angelo winces and points to his own mouth, annoyed at having such pleasurable sensations broken by Serph's lack of common sense. "Like this." And he shows Serph how to fold his lips over his teeth.
After a while, Serph nods and lowers his head onto Angelo again. This time, the act is more pleasant, and Angelo can't help a loud moan escape his lips, even though Serph has only just started. Angelo's faintly surprised at Serph's ability to mimic the technique Angelo had used on him with a little of his own flair, giving plenty of attention to the head. As Serph's tongue curls against the underside of his cock, the expression in his eyes questioning as their eyes meet, Angelo groans, "Yes, Serph. You're doing good. Keep going."
Serph can't nod in acknowledgement like this -- not that it matters, when Serph's mouth and tongue are hot and slick against him -- and takes more of Angelo in him. As Serph sucks him off in some kind of unpredictable rhythm that has Angelo moaning -- "Keep at it, Serph. That feels great." -- Angelo wraps his legs around Serph's back and tangles his fingers in Serph's hair. He wants to feel more of Serph's mouth and hand around him, and since he's not one to reign in his desires, Angelo thrusts into Serph's mouth, not even trying to be gentle. To Serph's credit, he doesn't flinch away. Breath quickening, Angelo breathes out, "Hold still," not even waiting for some kind of acknowledgement from Serph as he tightly grips the back of Serph's head and fucks Serph roughly in the mouth until he comes with a loud moan, not caring if someone else in the building hears him. Serph waits until Angelo's done and has let go of him before he raises his head and swallows, wiping the rest off his lips with the back of his hand.
After basking in the afterglow for a moment, Angelo untangles his legs from Serph, rising and pulling up his pants before buckling his belt, aware of Serph's steady gaze on him. Angelo intends to leave -- it's their unsaid agreement that sex together would have no emotions involved -- but Serph does something he doesn't expect; Serph reaches out and pulls Angelo on top of him and onto the bed.
Angelo arches an eyebrow. "Hm? Did you want to experience more tonight, Serph?" Serph being horny is the only reason he can think of for such an act. It's a strange thought, and seems ill suited to Serph's personality, but Angelo supposes even Serph has his days. He is, after all, only human. Sort of. Partially. "I don't mind." Angelo smiles. "I'm more than open to keep going."
But Serph shakes his head and rolls, so they're lying together, side by side, with his arms wrapped around Angelo's torso. "Stay." It isn't a command, but a request.
As Serph curls up against Angelo's side, Serph's breathing is quiet and relaxed, giving every impression of being at ease. It's a gesture of closeness Angelo doesn't expect from the expressionless man. Angelo never stays overnight after sex, no matter how much they beg; it just encourages emotional attachment. It had been easy to leave all those women. It isn't easy to leave Serph. After a moment's hesitation, Angelo wraps his arms around Serph's waist and closes his eyes.
Angelo had thought he'd locked away his heart long ago, but now he's not so sure.
As their stay grows longer, the first two random instances of sex grow into a fortnightly event, then weekly. Sometimes the sex is quick, a temporary satiation of desires before they move on with their day. Sometimes it lasts hours, an almost intimate journey that deepens their understanding of each others' bodies. It becomes something more enjoyable than Angelo ever could have predicted when he started this. Although Serph lacks the experience Angelo does, Serph is a quick study; whatever Angelo tries in the bedroom, he quickly finds it mirrored back to him. Serph seems to enjoy the experimentation and doesn't object to any of Angelo's suggestions, no matter how outrageous. Though Angelo sleeps with other people -- and sometimes brings them back for Serph to enjoy, too -- he always finds himself coming back to Serph and Serph alone; Serph is reliable, satisfying, pleasurable.
Addictive.
It doesn't take long for Angelo to suspect Serph is allowing Angelo to lead him. There doesn't seem to be any basis for his suspicions; Serph has never been anything except a paragon of virtue with pleasurable benefits on the side. But that's exactly what puts Angelo on edge; people who are so nice and giving always expect returns twice or thrice the price of their 'gifts'. There's something about the way Serph has so many friends despite his quiet demeanour that makes Angelo think there must be something about Serph that allows him to command their attention. There's something about the way Serph is submissive without submitting that makes Angelo wonder just how many other people Serph has fooled before him. There's something about the way Serph seems to see through all of Angelo's self-defence mechanisms and cut to the truth of his lies that makes Angelo worried -- not scared, never scared -- that he's giving too much of himself to Serph.
But sex with Serph is good, and every time they do it, Angelo's worries are forgotten.
It takes a few months of sex and suspicion before Angelo shoves Serph down onto the bed, irritated. "Why do you keep doing that?"
Serph has the nerve to blink a few times, as if he doesn't know exactly what Angelo is referring to. He even has the gall to ask, "What do you mean?"
Not for the first time, Angelo wishes Serph actually wore normal clothing; there's no fabric for Angelo to grab Serph by. He settles for pinning Serph's arms with his hands. "Why must you always be in control?"
Serph's expression is the same as always, that cool, calm, unflappable expression. There's no satisfaction in getting angry at Serph when Serph refuses to match it. Serph always understands, somehow. It makes Angelo feel small. Petty. It makes him feel like getting angry at Serph is invalid. That he has no right to get angry at someone so unaffected. And somehow, that's even more irritating.
"You prefer being on top. Am I wrong?"
He isn't. And that's frustrating, too, how Serph's always right. Angelo's aware Serph lets him be on top, Angelo's aware Serph indulges his every whim, Angelo's aware Serph is leading while giving the appearance Angelo is, Angelo's aware Serph could take overt control whenever he wants. Angelo knows the language of manipulators. And he knows Serph is better at it. He can't escape being controlled, can he? Everything about Serph invites trust -- he shouldn't trust Serph -- and Angelo can feel himself trusting in return, even though he knows that one day Serph is probably going to stab him in the back.
If Serph doesn't convince Angelo to be the wielder of the knife that kills him, first.
Angelo rises off Serph and turns his back on him. "Leave. I don't feel like seeing you, today."
He can hear Serph sit up and stare at him. It's not easy to ignore the cool gaze on his back, and he can practically hear the nod Serph gives him. Serph walks out of the apartment. Angelo wishes Serph would walk out of his life.
But they both know Angelo won't let that happen.
Okay so, counter to the previous badfic, this is actually a decent version of hypothetical Angelo/Serph if they were placed in a sex or die kind of RP situation, where characters must have (pleasurable) sex with another person within a certain time limit, otherwise they will die. Once they do, the time limit is reset. This is in stark contrast to the peaceful, underwater slice-of-life situation that
vatheon has. For the love of all that is holy, this has spiralled way out of control and I'm never touching this topic again. YOU CAN'T MAKE ME.This could never have been written without the help of Umi -- my badfic competition and collaborator -- because without her, I would never have finished this monster of a... thing. I'm not sure I even want to call this a story. There is just way too much porn in this and why is safe sex a completely foreign concept to both of these guys FML.
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It begins from simple curiosity.
That morning after Serph wakes up in Angelo's apartment after passing out from all the alcohol Angelo had shoved in his system the previous night, Angelo confides in Serph a curiosity that's been eating at him for some time now. Ever since he's come to this place and read books, Angelo's wondered what it's like to kiss a man... and what it's like to sleep with one. And Serph's curious too, right? Especially in this environment, where sex is necessary for survival.
Serph closes his eyes and massages his temples. "Do you have headache medicine?"
But once he has some water and medicine in him -- somehow, Angelo had thought Serph would have no hangover problems -- Serph asks Angelo to repeat his request. This time, he says, "I don't mind," as good a signal as any for Angelo to lean forward and kiss him.
However, Serph isn't very responsive, despite Angelo deepening the kiss and using tongue, so the act isn't terribly enjoyable. A little disappointed, Angelo pulls away. He knows from their conversations that Serph isn't well versed in the sensual, so he supposes he shouldn't expect so much from Serph. He smiles anyway, hiding his thoughts, and says, "Alright, Serph. Now you try."
After a brief moment, Serph nods, leaning forward and kissing Angelo, a hand gently cupping his cheek. This time, the act is better, Serph mimicking what Angelo had done earlier so well that Angelo can't help but wonder if Serph has actually done this before and had just been holding back on him earlier. Moaning, Angelo presses his body up against Serph's, hand going to Serph's back for support while his other slides down Serph's hip. It's not as pleasant as he wants it to be, thanks to all of Serph's armour, a thick, unwanted, barrier between Angelo and Serph's skin.
It doesn't take long for Angelo to push Serph down onto the bed, kissing and tangling their bodies as they compete for dominance that results in Angelo coming out on top. Smirking as he straddles Serph's hips, Angelo pulls down the zip on Serph's jacket, expecting it to be simple to remove once unzipped. But when he tries to pull it off Serph's shoulders, he finds resistance, like it's attached to something. Angelo looks, but he can't really see anything that would cause that. Frowning, he asks, "Serph, how do I get this off?" Looking down at the rest of Serph's attire -- the man really needs a fashion advisor -- Angelo amends his question. "How do you even get undressed?" Come to think of it, how often does he see Serph wearing something different? "Do you even change your clothes?" Don't answer that. He hurriedly adds, "Never mind. Just take off your jacket, alright?"
Angelo allows Serph to sit up, watching Serph fiddle with the metal discs inserted into the front and back of his body armour. He doesn't quite catch what exactly Serph does to make things come apart, but Serph sheds his jacket with little fuss. Seeing the mess of zips and fastenings that still remain is a little off putting to Angelo -- and he'd thought the layers of clothing Orkutsk women wore were bad! -- so he says sweetly, "Why don't you take it all off, Serph?" before lying on the bed and propping himself up on an elbow so he can watch Serph strip.
Even though it's obvious Serph knows what he's doing, it still takes Serph an uncomfortably long time to unbuckle his armour and take it off. And there's still the matter of the clothing he wears underneath. Angelo's glad he's dodged the frustration of trying to take off Serph's clothes himself; it undoubtedly be far more difficult for him than it is for Serph. Too impatient to wait for Serph, Angelo sheds his own clothes into a neat pile on the floor. When Serph finally finishes undressing, Angelo pulls him close, enjoying the feel of Serph's unexpectedly smooth skin against his.
Navigating the way back onto the bed -- Serph is remarkably compliant -- Angelo pins Serph's hands and legs down with his own. Even trapped like this, Serph's expression is the same as always. It's a little disappointing to see Serph stare up at Angelo from his position, flat on his back against the bed, eyes questioning. There has to be some way to shake that calm, collected expression from Serph's face and Angelo's determined to find it.
But Serph is a man, not a woman. There are no breasts for him to cup and squeeze, just flat planes of muscle. Angelo shifts his position so he can lean down and run light kisses all over Serph's chest, acutely aware of how Serph's breathing quickens when he starts to use his tongue too. But that isn't his real goal. No. When Angelo's mouth brushes over a nipple, he licks it, enjoying the way Serph's breathing becomes a little more ragged, before he begins to suck on Serph's nipple in earnest. Groaning when Serph's hips rock up to meet Angelo's, he gives a small gasp when Serph's hands grab his butt and squeeze. Unable to resist, Angelo moans from the friction of Serph's cock against his as he grinds his own hips hard against Serph's. It's a sensation Angelo hasn't experienced before, and he can feel the blood rush downwards for both him and Serph.
All this foreplay isn't enough for Angelo, though; he wants to know what it's like to sleep with a man, and he isn't going to find out unless he actually fucks Serph.
But he hesitates.
"Is something wrong?"
Angelo focuses his attention back on Serph, not realising he'd actually paused in his grinding. "No, nothing."
Well, actually... He'd read that having anal sex can be more painful for the receiver, and he doesn't want to hurt Serph. Angelo doesn't really know why he's concerned for Serph's well-being in the first place; he'd left behind his emotions long ago. But Angelo's aware of how Serph seems to lack what Angelo would consider common knowledge. In some ways, Serph's innocence is oddly endearing, even though it's making him hesitate now. Why? He's using Serph to satisfy his curiosity, and Serph needs this to stay alive, so he shouldn't feel guilt. If anything, this is just like a business transaction. Maybe he just doesn't want to deal with potentially having Serph blame him for not giving proper warning before having anal sex with him. That must be it.
"I've read that being entered is more painful as a man." Angelo leans down to brush his lips against Serph's throat. "You're still certain, yes?"
Serph's words are a little unsteady, punctuated by sharp intakes of air as Angelo sucks at the skin of Serph's throat. "I'm certain."
Well, if Serph is certain, then it's no skin off his back. Angelo raises his head, gaze going to the mark he's left on Serph's throat. It'll still be there in an hour, though the collar of Serph's armour will likely hide it. Not that Angelo particularly cares if others find out he slept with Serph; someone needs to sleep with Serph and it may as well be someone as well versed in the art of sexual congress as Angelo is. Leaning over, Angelo reaches towards his nightstand, pulling out the middle drawer and fumbling around for the tube of lubricant he'd bought the other day.
A thought occurs to him. He's certain Serph knows how sex for reproduction works -- actually he's not even sure about that -- and he's certain Serph does at least have some concept of what drives people to have sex. But does Serph even have any idea what they're about to do? Does Serph even know anything about the technical aspects of it? The hesitation tugs at Angelo again.
"Serph," he begins, sitting between Serph's legs and uncapping the tube of lubricant. "Do you know how sex between men works?" One type of sex, anyway.
He squeezes out a generous amount of lube onto his fingers while Serph sits up, replying, "I don't."
Angelo tries not to sigh. "I'll explain, then." He temporarily caps the lube while he speaks. "You're obviously not a woman, so you don't have a vagina for me to enter. Instead, I will be entering your behind." He puts on his most reassuring smile. "It can be painful, but I'll do my best to be careful." Explanation over, Angelo appends to the end, "Are you still certain?"
Serph nods. "I trust you."
Trust. For some reason, Serph's words twist in his stomach. Placing trust in someone is just asking to be betrayed. But those sour thoughts have no place in the bedroom. Shoving those thoughts out of his mind, Angelo gently pushes Serph's shoulder with a hand, a signal for Serph to lie back down. "Spread your legs and bend your knees, then." When Serph does as he's instructed, Angelo nudges at Serph's thighs as a silent instruction to lift them. Slicking the lube on his fingers around Serph's entrance and reapplying lube on his fingers, Angelo continues, "I'm not going to put my penis in you yet. It will be less painful for you if I use my fingers first." Putting aside the tube for now, Angelo leans over Serph, a finger pressing at Serph's entrance without penetrating him, and says quietly, "It might feel a little strange, but please, relax."
Fingers slick and wet, Angelo slides one in, feeling Serph constrict against the intrusion. "Relax, Serph," he murmurs, leaning forward to briefly kiss the side of Serph's jaw. He throws Serph's earlier words back at him. "I thought you trusted me?" That's what all these people who talk about friendship say. That they trust each other. Even if they're all liars in the end. "Trust me, this will be more difficult if you don't relax."
He watches Serph close his eyes, taking deep breaths, before he feels Serph slowly relax, allowing Angelo to push his finger in further.
"That's right, Serph," he says, encouraging, as he slides the second finger in. Although there's no change in Serph's expression, Angelo can see Serph's hands tightly gripping the bedsheets out of the corner of his eye. He pauses. "Are you alright?" Angelo can't tell if that's a sign of pleasure or pain or both.
Swallowing, Serph wordlessly nods.
Angelo had read that he should prepare Serph further, either with more fingering or use of his tongue, but to be quite honest, he can't wait any longer; he yearns to experience what it's like to have his cock inside another man. With that in mind, he slowly withdraws his fingers from within Serph and reapplies the lube, this time adding it to both Serph's entrance and his cock. Setting the tube aside, Angelo rests the tip of his cock against Serph, smiling. "Alright, Serph. You've done well so far. Let's see if you can keep it up. Remember what I said? You need to relax, do you understand?"
When Angelo gets the nod of acknowledgement from Serph, Angelo slowly pushes himself in, quietly moaning at how tight Serph is around his cock, even with the lube. Keeping an eye on Serph to gauge whether he's in pain or not -- Serph seems to be coping -- Angelo pushes himself as far in as he can go before leaning over to capture Serph's mouth in his. Angelo's moaning against Serph's mouth as he starts to move in short, sharp thrusts, barely noticing Serph's hands slide down his body and digging his fingers into his thighs. Forcing himself to pace himself -- it's difficult, with how incredible all this feels -- Angelo breaks the kiss and watches Serph exhale shakily as Angelo thrusts more slowly, but more deeply into him.
There's something annoying about how neat Serph's hair still is, though. Like he's completely unaffected by all this, even though Angelo knows that isn't true, given the hardness of Serph's cock. Angelo reaches up to tangle his fingers in Serph's hair, pulling it out of its usual partings. "Why do you have your hair like this, anyway?" Angelo leans down, murmuring, "You could do so much better."
He doesn't give Serph the opportunity to answer, sealing Serph's mouth with his. This time, Serph is more forward when they kiss, matching Angelo's thrusts down below with thrusts of his tongue, the sound of Angelo's moans muffled against Serph's mouth. Breaking off the kiss, Angelo marvels at how good it feels to have Serph under him -- it's a rush, having power over Serph like this -- only vaguely aware of a hand roughly gripping the back of his head and another digging hard into his shoulder blade. Picking up the pace, Angelo's determined to make Serph orgasm first -- fucking Serph as hard and fast as he can -- while trying to hold back his own. His moans increase in volume as he can feel himself getting closer to the edge, Serph's quiet panting matching Angelo's cries of pleasure. Finally, Angelo can feel Serph contract around him as Serph comes -- at this proximity, Angelo can feel the splash of semen against his abdomen -- and Angelo gives a loud groan as the increased tightness around his cock pushes him over the edge when he thrusts. Desires temporarily sated, they both don't move for a long moment, bodies relaxed.
Eventually, Angelo pulls out of Serph but remains on top of him, admiring Serph's new mussed look. There's a deep sense of satisfaction at finally seeing Serph looking as breathless and content as the women Angelo's slept with. Satisfaction, too, at being Serph's first. Angelo wants more out of him, but he's a little concerned -- why is he concerned? -- Serph's stamina might not be enough to keep up. "Are you tired?"
Serph's chest heaves for a few moments before he rests a hand on Angelo's waist. "I'm fine."
"Well then," Angelo smirks as he leans in to lightly kiss Serph's ear, hands wandering lower, "Shall we continue?"
At the nod from Serph, Angelo wraps a hand -- still slightly slick from the lube -- around Serph's cock and strokes him, watching Serph bite down on his lip as his hands slide up to Angelo's back. But Angelo isn't interested in repeating what they'd done earlier; just as he'd been interested in experiencing what it's like to fuck a man, he's curious to experience being fucked by one.
Letting go of Serph's cock, Angelo leans forward and kisses Serph on the mouth, arms wrapping around Serph's torso as he manoeuvres their bodies so Serph is on top of him. If there's one thing Serph's good at, it's kissing -- not counting that unimpressive first one -- and it's with great reluctance that Angelo breaks it off to speak. "So, Serph. I think you should show me what you've learned today."
Serph complies, lowering his head to Angelo's chest.
Correction. If there's one thing Serph's good at, it's using his mouth. It's as if Serph knows exactly how to best use his tongue for stimulation, and has Angelo wrapping his legs around Serph's hips and rocking against him. Between Serph's sucks on his nipple, Angelo moans out, "You learn fast." Gasping when Serph licks the tip -- light and fleeting, a brush that tantalises -- Angelo adds, breathless, "Are you sure you haven't done this before?"
He immediately regrets asking the question, as Serph raises his head away from Angelo's chest to answer, "I haven't."
"Impressive," Angelo murmurs, pulling Serph down so their bodies are pressed together, cocks hot against each other. Serph's heavier than he expects -- he seems to be mostly lean muscle -- and the weight of him on Angelo's hips balances the knife edge between heavy and painful. Unbidden, Serph begins to grind against him in a more leisurely pace than Angelo had earlier, slow and languid as he kisses Angelo. Though it takes longer for both of them to get hard this way, Angelo finds it rather pleasant. Sensual. He'd almost say... caring, like Serph really wants Angelo to enjoy himself. The thought's almost laughable -- he knows Serph only accepted his proposition because of this city's rule -- yet it wouldn't be unfitting of Serph's personality.
It almost makes him feel... wanted.
...It's a foolish thought. A nice one, but foolish one nevertheless. If Serph wants him, it's for survival, nothing more.
He can hear Serph fumble for the tube of lubricant while they're kissing. Reluctantly, Angelo breaks off their kiss, breathing heavily -- Serph's kisses are getting better and better -- and passes the lube to Serph. Serph squeezes out a fair amount of lubricant onto his fingers, but Angelo reaches over and squeezes out more. "Don't worry about using too much." He smiles. "It's better to have too much than too little."
After Serph nods, Angelo lies back down, aware of Serph's fingers slicking lube between his legs. Pulling his legs back so they're resting on Serph's shoulders, Angelo tries to reign in his impatience at having to wait for Serph. He doesn't have to wait long, though, and inhales sharply when Serph slides a finger in him. It's a strange sensation -- not altogether unpleasant -- and he groans, arching his back when Serph pushes his second finger in. He gives a surprised cry when Serph curls his fingers inside him -- is this the same as what women feel, when he does the same to them? -- and wraps his arms around Serph's neck to draw him closer. Panting into Serph's ear, he breathes out, "By the Goddess... Serph, this feels incredible." He breaks off into a moan when Serph uncurls his fingers and pushes them deeper. "Don't keep me waiting, Serph." He lowers his gaze to Serph's cock. "I want you inside me."
Nodding, Serph withdraws his fingers. Angelo watches Serph squeeze out more of the lube, grinning in anticipation. If Serph's fingers inside him feels so good, then how much better will his penis feel? As Serph applies the lube to both his cock and Angelo's entrance, Angelo gives Serph another reminder. "Serph, you remember what I did, right? You will need to be slow and careful, okay?"
Nodding, Serph sets the tube aside before slowly pushing the tip of his cock inside Angelo.
...It hurts. Dear Goddess it hurts. Angelo had known there could be some pain, but nothing could prepare him for Serph's sheer size; he feels stretched so worryingly tight that something tearing seems like a very real possibility. Angelo doesn't even realise he's gasping in pain until he cries out, "Remove yourself, Serph!"
Which he does, without question, sitting back so Angelo can lower his legs onto the bed.
Angelo takes a moment to collect himself before sitting up. "Serph, I think you're--" and he gestures vaguely in the direction of Serph's still hard cock, "--too large for this." To say the least. Angelo makes an annoyed sound in the back of his throat. "Oh, just my rotten luck! How often is being too big a problem!? Why weren't you created with a more normal girth? Now the mood is completely ruined!"
Serph doesn't show any outward sign of offence. "What would you have me do, then?"
Angelo pauses his rant. A good question. Thinking back over what Serph had done this morning, he replies haughtily, "I desire the caress of your mouth and tongue on my chest, and touch of your fingers within me."
A pause and a nod, before Serph leans forward and takes the nipple he hadn't sucked earlier into his mouth. It feels just as good as it had before, and moaning, Angelo wraps his legs around Serph's waist and drapes his arms over Serph's shoulders. He can feel Serph's fingers brush against his cock -- sending a shiver down his spine -- as Serph reaches to feel for his entrance. Groaning in pleasure as Serph both sucks on his nipple and fingers him -- he doesn't feel disappointed about not getting fucked any more -- Angelo reaches between his legs and strokes himself. With all these pleasurable sensations on the sensitive parts of his body, it doesn't take long for Angelo exchange stroking for jerking himself off, coming on Serph with a loud moan.
Serph only removes his fingers and raises his head off Angelo's chest when Angelo finishes orgasming. But seeing that Serph's cock is still thick with arousal that hasn't yet been released, Angelo reaches for it and murmurs, "Here. Let me take care of that for you, Serph."
Wrapping a hand around Serph's cock, Angelo jerks him off with one hand while he fingers Serph without penetrating with the other. Serph responds to the handjob by leaning forward and thrusting into it, his ragged breathing tickling Angelo's ear. It's just too bad Angelo can't see his expression when Serph comes in his hands; he likes to imagine it's one of pure ecstasy, even if it's unlikely. Though Angelo's more than capable of continuing, perhaps it's best if they ended things there. "That's quite enough for today. You've done well."
Angelo expects he has to explain that Serph should leave now -- he doesn't like having people he sleeps with stay after sex; it just encourages emotional attachment -- but Serph nods, as if he understands, and rises to get dressed while Angelo heads for the shower. In hindsight, he should've let Serph use the shower first, but by the time Angelo's turns off the tap and steps out of the shower, Serph has already left.
They don't speak to each other again until they meet by chance outside a restaurant, one week later. Angelo enjoys Serph's company in more ways than one, so he finds himself saying, "Do you want to join me?"
Which results in Angelo sitting across from Serph in a front booth of the restaurant, making an order for iced tea and salad for himself, and black coffee and a platter of sashimi for Serph. While they wait for their food, Angelo folds his hands on his lap and comments, "Your performance was were splendid last week. And you say you've never slept with anyone before?"
Serph nods in confirmation, and adds, "I never considered it before my arrival."
Angelo shakes his head in disbelief. "Amazing. Simply amazing." To think that if it wasn't for this environment, where sex is just as much an act of personal survival as it is an act of pleasure, Serph would likely never seek sex at all. It would have been a waste to have such talent go unnoticed. There's so much he can teach Serph... Angelo sighs. "It's just a pity you're so large."
The words aren't really directed at Serph, more a idle thought voiced aloud. He finds himself doing that a lot, around Serph. He can't understand why.
Thankfully, Serph doesn't comment. Their food and drink arrives, anyway, which serves as a welcome distraction. They eat in silence, Angelo aware of Serph practically inhaling his food -- is Serph even tasting it? -- while Angelo, in contrast, eats at a leisurely pace.
Abruptly, Angelo asks, "Have you slept with anyone else?" Angelo tries to make the question sound casual, but a part of him wonders why he even asks. Angelo has slept with others since that morning they spent together. It shouldn't matter who Serph sleeps or doesn't sleep with. It shouldn't matter what Serph's answer is. But there's a part of Angelo that wishes Serph would say--
"No. There hasn't been anyone else." The 'yet', though unsaid, hangs in the air; in stark contrast to himself, Angelo's certain Serph is the sort who would sleep with another resident here to save them. It just seems like the kind of thing Serph would do. That's the problem, with these selfless sorts.
It's a pity. Angelo idly picks at his salad, mood souring. He's not sure why he wants to be the only one Serph sees. He's not sure why he wants to have more sex with Serph than the others he's slept with in this place. He's not sure why sex with Serph had felt more meaningful. There seems to be very little he understands, when he's in Serph's presence.
When they part ways, Angelo can't help but wonder exactly what has he gotten himself into.
Naturally, his next questions are, "What is it like to go down on a man?" and "What is it like to have a man go down on me?". Naturally, Serph is happy to indulge Angelo's curiosity once Angelo explains what he means. Naturally, Angelo has to do the former, before Serph can do the latter.
Angelo makes Serph take off his pants -- he's not about to go through that song and dance again -- and sit on the edge of his bed, legs slightly spread. Recalling those memories of women doing what he's about to do before he kneels between Serph's legs, Angelo runs his mouth along the length of Serph's cock. If their first encounter had taught him anything, it was the fact Serph -- while difficult to read, when he doesn't vocalise or show much expression -- has several small indicators of arousal and enjoyment. The quickening of breath when Angelo's hands stroke him and the tense stillness of Serph's body as he kisses the side of Serph's cock, they're all signs Serph's affected by Angelo's actions. Of course, the most tell tale sign is Serph's cock hardening under his touch, something that doesn't take long with Angelo's experienced hands.
"You know, Serph," Angelo murmurs, drawing circles on the tip of Serph's cock with his thumb, "You're really quite easy. Did you know that?" Usually people take a little more manipulating from Angelo before they agree to sleep with him. He just finds it strange that he doesn't need to go through all that flattery and sweet talk with Serph.
Serph just looks down at him, not comprehending.
Angelo just laughs, enjoying the way Serph's breath hitches in his throat as the breath from Angelo fans over him. "Never mind." He says, "It's not important, anyway," before wrapping his hand around the base of Serph's cock and taking the head into his mouth, pleased at the unexpected expression of surprise passing across Serph's face.
It's different, being the one to suck a man off rather than being the one to be sucked off, especially with Serph's size. But in some ways, it's the same as going down on a woman; Angelo pays plenty of attention to the parts of Serph that are sensitive, licking and curling his tongue around the head of Serph's cock. Serph's considerate and stays perfectly still, and Angelo takes full advantage of that, one hand squeezing and stroking Serph's shaft while the other lightly massages Serph's balls. Watching Serph's expression as he sucks Serph off with long, languid bobs of his head, Angelo notes the way Serph's breathing quickens to panting, and notes the way Serph's mouth opens, like the beginnings of a moan that turns into a soundless exhale of air with each lick.
When he feels Serph's balls draw away from his fingers, Angelo knows he nearly has him, and gives Serph one long suck before raising his head. Angelo can see the look of confusion and disappointment in Serph's expression, his gaze slightly less focused than usual, as if Serph's asking, "Why did you stop?"
It's tempting to tease Serph. Tempting to bring him close to ecstasy and deny it, before doing it again. But, he supposes that would be too cruel to do to a friend -- when did Serph become a friend, though? -- during Serph's first experience with oral sex. And, he admits, he's impatient in his desire to see how Serph will perform in this area, especially when Serph has proven to be skilful with his mouth. So he rises and leans against Serph's side, lightly pressing his lips against Serph's throat -- to Serph's shaky exhale -- while jerking with his hand. With his mouth on Serph's neck, Angelo can feel Serph swallow before Serph gives the first moan Angelo's heard from him as he comes, spilling messily onto the floor. It's a sound Angelo wants to hear Serph make again, and locks it away in his memory. Yes... it's a good sound to hear from the calm and collected man.
Letting Serph recover -- Serph's breathing is fast and heavy -- Angelo rolls over to allow Serph to stand. As expected, Serph doesn't say anything with regards to this new experience, but Angelo's satisfied he's sufficiently fulfilled Serph's subconscious desires.
From his seat on the edge of the bed, Angelo watches Serph put on his pants and armour. Licking his lips and smirking, Angelo comments, "I believe you owe me something in return."
Serph pauses, his gaze going to Angelo before he nods, returning to zipping up his leg armour. Angelo can't help but grin in anticipation when Serph kneels between his legs and tugs Angelo's pants down to reveal his cock, already half-hard. He's pleased when the first thing Serph does is run his tongue along the length of his cock, lingering at the head. Groaning in pleasure as Serph starts using his lips as well, Angelo keeps his eyes on Serph, eager to see Serph go down on him properly. Slowly, Serph's lips envelop his cock and--
--asdf;lkjasdf;lkj Angelo abruptly pushes Serph's face from him. "No no no, Serph. You're not supposed to use teeth." When Serph gives him a blank stare, Angelo winces and points to his own mouth, annoyed at having such pleasurable sensations broken by Serph's lack of common sense. "Like this." And he shows Serph how to fold his lips over his teeth.
After a while, Serph nods and lowers his head onto Angelo again. This time, the act is more pleasant, and Angelo can't help a loud moan escape his lips, even though Serph has only just started. Angelo's faintly surprised at Serph's ability to mimic the technique Angelo had used on him with a little of his own flair, giving plenty of attention to the head. As Serph's tongue curls against the underside of his cock, the expression in his eyes questioning as their eyes meet, Angelo groans, "Yes, Serph. You're doing good. Keep going."
Serph can't nod in acknowledgement like this -- not that it matters, when Serph's mouth and tongue are hot and slick against him -- and takes more of Angelo in him. As Serph sucks him off in some kind of unpredictable rhythm that has Angelo moaning -- "Keep at it, Serph. That feels great." -- Angelo wraps his legs around Serph's back and tangles his fingers in Serph's hair. He wants to feel more of Serph's mouth and hand around him, and since he's not one to reign in his desires, Angelo thrusts into Serph's mouth, not even trying to be gentle. To Serph's credit, he doesn't flinch away. Breath quickening, Angelo breathes out, "Hold still," not even waiting for some kind of acknowledgement from Serph as he tightly grips the back of Serph's head and fucks Serph roughly in the mouth until he comes with a loud moan, not caring if someone else in the building hears him. Serph waits until Angelo's done and has let go of him before he raises his head and swallows, wiping the rest off his lips with the back of his hand.
After basking in the afterglow for a moment, Angelo untangles his legs from Serph, rising and pulling up his pants before buckling his belt, aware of Serph's steady gaze on him. Angelo intends to leave -- it's their unsaid agreement that sex together would have no emotions involved -- but Serph does something he doesn't expect; Serph reaches out and pulls Angelo on top of him and onto the bed.
Angelo arches an eyebrow. "Hm? Did you want to experience more tonight, Serph?" Serph being horny is the only reason he can think of for such an act. It's a strange thought, and seems ill suited to Serph's personality, but Angelo supposes even Serph has his days. He is, after all, only human. Sort of. Partially. "I don't mind." Angelo smiles. "I'm more than open to keep going."
But Serph shakes his head and rolls, so they're lying together, side by side, with his arms wrapped around Angelo's torso. "Stay." It isn't a command, but a request.
As Serph curls up against Angelo's side, Serph's breathing is quiet and relaxed, giving every impression of being at ease. It's a gesture of closeness Angelo doesn't expect from the expressionless man. Angelo never stays overnight after sex, no matter how much they beg; it just encourages emotional attachment. It had been easy to leave all those women. It isn't easy to leave Serph. After a moment's hesitation, Angelo wraps his arms around Serph's waist and closes his eyes.
Angelo had thought he'd locked away his heart long ago, but now he's not so sure.
As their stay grows longer, the first two random instances of sex grow into a fortnightly event, then weekly. Sometimes the sex is quick, a temporary satiation of desires before they move on with their day. Sometimes it lasts hours, an almost intimate journey that deepens their understanding of each others' bodies. It becomes something more enjoyable than Angelo ever could have predicted when he started this. Although Serph lacks the experience Angelo does, Serph is a quick study; whatever Angelo tries in the bedroom, he quickly finds it mirrored back to him. Serph seems to enjoy the experimentation and doesn't object to any of Angelo's suggestions, no matter how outrageous. Though Angelo sleeps with other people -- and sometimes brings them back for Serph to enjoy, too -- he always finds himself coming back to Serph and Serph alone; Serph is reliable, satisfying, pleasurable.
Addictive.
It doesn't take long for Angelo to suspect Serph is allowing Angelo to lead him. There doesn't seem to be any basis for his suspicions; Serph has never been anything except a paragon of virtue with pleasurable benefits on the side. But that's exactly what puts Angelo on edge; people who are so nice and giving always expect returns twice or thrice the price of their 'gifts'. There's something about the way Serph has so many friends despite his quiet demeanour that makes Angelo think there must be something about Serph that allows him to command their attention. There's something about the way Serph is submissive without submitting that makes Angelo wonder just how many other people Serph has fooled before him. There's something about the way Serph seems to see through all of Angelo's self-defence mechanisms and cut to the truth of his lies that makes Angelo worried -- not scared, never scared -- that he's giving too much of himself to Serph.
But sex with Serph is good, and every time they do it, Angelo's worries are forgotten.
It takes a few months of sex and suspicion before Angelo shoves Serph down onto the bed, irritated. "Why do you keep doing that?"
Serph has the nerve to blink a few times, as if he doesn't know exactly what Angelo is referring to. He even has the gall to ask, "What do you mean?"
Not for the first time, Angelo wishes Serph actually wore normal clothing; there's no fabric for Angelo to grab Serph by. He settles for pinning Serph's arms with his hands. "Why must you always be in control?"
Serph's expression is the same as always, that cool, calm, unflappable expression. There's no satisfaction in getting angry at Serph when Serph refuses to match it. Serph always understands, somehow. It makes Angelo feel small. Petty. It makes him feel like getting angry at Serph is invalid. That he has no right to get angry at someone so unaffected. And somehow, that's even more irritating.
"You prefer being on top. Am I wrong?"
He isn't. And that's frustrating, too, how Serph's always right. Angelo's aware Serph lets him be on top, Angelo's aware Serph indulges his every whim, Angelo's aware Serph is leading while giving the appearance Angelo is, Angelo's aware Serph could take overt control whenever he wants. Angelo knows the language of manipulators. And he knows Serph is better at it. He can't escape being controlled, can he? Everything about Serph invites trust -- he shouldn't trust Serph -- and Angelo can feel himself trusting in return, even though he knows that one day Serph is probably going to stab him in the back.
If Serph doesn't convince Angelo to be the wielder of the knife that kills him, first.
Angelo rises off Serph and turns his back on him. "Leave. I don't feel like seeing you, today."
He can hear Serph sit up and stare at him. It's not easy to ignore the cool gaze on his back, and he can practically hear the nod Serph gives him. Serph walks out of the apartment. Angelo wishes Serph would walk out of his life.
But they both know Angelo won't let that happen.