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It’s hot. It’s always so, so hot when they’re like this. Heavy breathing fights against the near useless air conditioner blowing on the pair as they hold each other, grind against one another, pant into each other’s mouths just shy of kissing. Never kissing.
Aki rests his hands on Angel’s hips, pulling his body closer, as close as they can get. His skin is burning under their stupid fucking uniforms, but it’s thanks to the protective barrier that he can do any of this. Without it, he wouldn’t be able to feel Angel’s trembling body beneath his hold (his hands are gloved of course, because his hips aren’t all he plans to touch), the small of his tempting back, the feel of his clothed crotch against his own.
Angel gasps and whines as he thrusts his hips harder, jumping off the bed with the movement, throwing his head back in bliss at the friction he created. The curtains are pulled shut, but the sunlight still manages to peek through and catch onto Angel from behind, bathing him in a heavenly glow that’d do enough to convince you he was a divine being if his wings and halo didn’t already. His face, however, is pure sin. Flushed red and pleading, mouth hanging open, no longer able to conceal his moans anymore.
“Come on, Topknot,” he demands, propping himself on Aki’s chest, spreading his hands across the clothed skin possessively, dangerously. “Don’t you want to touch me?”
Of course he does, rarely is there a moment he doesn’t want to be touching Angel. Maybe Aki would say that if it weren’t for their complicated relationship, annoyingly undefined and never to be explained. But Aki himself isn’t ready to take that leap yet, so he takes his hand from Angel’s hip and brings it to his belt instead.
How these encounters start is irrelevant seeing how they always end the same way, but Aki finds himself pondering it regardless. They’ll be doing anything, from cleaning up the dramatic defeat of some low level devil to a mundane walk in the park for ice cream. There’s no atmosphere that needs to be set or day it needs to fall on, there’s just three little words.
“Take me home,” Angel will say, and suddenly the whole day will be flipped on its head.
The walk back will be quiet and ordinary to any onlooker, but Aki’s heartbeat will be deafening in his own ear. Angel will walk beside him no better, wings twitching with anticipation and his normally lazy footsteps picked up into a brisk pace. If they look scared to be near each other, that’s just because they know that as soon as their walls fall down they won’t be able to separate again.
They’ll end up in Aki’s apartment, sometimes lucky enough to find themselves alone, sometimes not, but today they’re greeted by the former. And once Aki confirms it with a quick, thorough scan of each room, he’ll turn back to Angel hungrily, and they’ll end up here.
Angel moans concerningly loud when Aki shoves his hand in his pants, brushing his clit just enough to make him squirm. His eyes slam shut in ecstasy, pulling at Aki’s work shirt so tightly that it may tear under his grip. He probably wouldn’t be this sensitive if he had more experience given how he’s not a sensitive person by nature, but nobody has ever touched him like this before, only Aki. Only Aki has ever put his hands over every inch of Angel’s body, only Aki has made him moan and whine and lose control like this. Only Aki has made him feel this good.
There’s a stupid amount of slick dripping from his folds that Aki uses in lieu of lube, finding no need for it if Angel is this wet. Angel doesn’t seem to care, the second Aki starts rubbing him off, he becomes a mess in his lap, moaning ridiculously loud, maybe even dramatically.
“Go faster,” Angel whines, even though he’s already so far out of his mind with pleasure.
Aki rolls his eyes, taking careful note of the way Angel’s chest flutters up and down, his breath always hitting Aki’s face in small puffs. It makes Aki even hotter under the collar- for more reasons than one, of course.
“Do you ever-“ he grunts, Angel’s hand coming down to his own clothed erection. “-say please?”
Angel huffs, smirking devilishly as he palms Aki through his pants. “Fuck no.”
His hand is so warm, even through the fabric. It sends a shiver down Aki’s spine, electricity through his veins all the way up to his palms. “You should.”
“What’s the point? You’ll give me what I want anyway.”
God, he’s a brat. Aki knew this before they started these encounters, even anticipated it, but nothing could’ve prepared him for what it would be like in the bedroom. What’s even weirder? He thinks it’s stupidly sexy. But he can’t let Angel know that.
“What if I made you?” He asks lowly, threateningly. Even going as far as to slow his hand still stroking Angel’s pussy to emphasize. “Would you ask then?”
Angel gasps as the stimulation is lost, glaring daggers at Aki almost immediately. Aki doesn’t let it unnerve him, or even worry if he’s truly upset the devil. This is the game they play, he’s just making his move.
“You’re a dick,” he states with no real malice. He almost sounds bored now that he’s been granted a moment to collect himself, but that’s how he always sounds. That’s why Aki likes to fuck something louder, more uncontrollable out of him.
“Say it,” Aki demands, pulling his hand away entirely.
Even with the feeling entirely taken away, the air around them is still thick with anticipation, humid with their arousal.
“Wouldn’t it be more fun,” Angel murmurs, still void of emotion, squeezing Aki’s erection very pointedly, “if you’d fuck me instead?”
And Aki smirks. “I’m satisfied from where I’m standing.”
It doesn’t take long to call Angel’s bluff, maybe embarrassingly so. There’s probably ways for Angel to work around this, like finger himself or hump Aki’s thigh, but he’s weak to his desires- even weaker to Aki, as stupid as that is. So he caves. Thrusting his hips forward desperately, he sighs, “please?”
He wants to bite Aki when the human finally touches him again. “That’s better.”
“Shut up.”
Aki snorts and suddenly grabs Angel by his thighs, turning them around until he can push him onto his back and into the mattress, making Angel grunt in surprise. He wastes no time processing though, and immediately wraps his legs around Aki, bringing their hips closer together once again.
As the initial pleasure washes over, Aki starts grinding against him. It’s desperate and messy, Angel’s slick smearing his black pants in a way that’ll tell everyone exactly what they were doing here, but he can’t get enough of it. Similarly, Angel pushes upwards to meet him, moaning even louder now that the pressure is directly on his sensitive pussy.
“You’re so messy,” Aki mumbles, maybe more to himself than to Angel because he knows Angel couldn’t care less.
The devil lazily picks his head up to observe the messy place in question, and unsurprisingly shrugs, falling back onto the bed. “You should’ve thought about that before you started humping me like a desperate dog.”
If it wasn’t all dirty talk, Aki swears he could slap Angel. Though, he’d probably like that.
“You’re the one who made us come here. I should make you clean it up.”
Something about the idea makes Angel smirk, telling Aki he’s fucked up even if he doesn’t know exactly how yet.
“I don’t think I will,” he decides breathily, now bringing his hips up to meet Aki’s thrusts. “Might be more fun to send you out there like this. Do you think they’d know? Would they have the balls to believe that Hayakawa Aki of all people left work to fuck a devil in the middle of the day?”
Aki knows that would be catastrophic. He knows if this ever got out in such a scandalous way, the consequences could be dire to his person and his career. Still, he groans and feels himself grow harder, his cock jumping at the idea.
And Angel smirks at him.
“Shut up.”
The need to get close starts to get too strong, despite the degrading fantasy, so Aki leans down, using his forearms to prop himself up on both sides of Angel’s head, far too close to his face to be considered safe. He pants openly, similarly to before but heavier now, and Angel reciprocates until they’re sharing the same breath. It’s as good a kiss as they can get, so Aki takes it. He takes it and abuses it, letting rogue droplets of spit roll down his tongue to the tip of his lip and drop directly into Angel’s mouth, who swallows it down eagerly. It’s filthy.
“Getting awfully close there, Topknot,” Angel gasps through his pants, the whimpers, the moans and swallowing, “wishing you could kiss me?”
It makes Aki’s hips falter, driving a disappointed whine out of his partner, but it doesn’t last long, he’s back to it in a matter of moments.
“I always do,” he answers honestly, the longing so deep in his chest, almost stronger than his need to get off. No, it’s definitely stronger, because even when they’re finished and fall out of this erotic haze they’ve built, he’ll still want to kiss Angel. God , he shouldn’t want to kiss him, for more reasons than one.
Angel asks him to get off with a gentle nudge, using the granted space to take his work jacket off and kick his pants off. He’s left in nothing but his too-big white button up, some boy shorts and thigh high stockings that definitely don’t fit the dress code. They’re a precaution, he explained to Aki once, and that’s when they both knew these work-hour rendezvous would become a regular thing. As he pulls his underwear off, Aki takes the liberty of collecting the lube and condom from his bedside drawer, and turns back to the unfairly beautiful sight of his Angel spread out for him.
It’s hardly a minute later before he’s lubing up his fingers, still half convinced Angel is wet enough for him to skip this step, and pushing a single finger inside Angel. Neither of them have the kind of time or patience to draw it out any longer, so he doesn’t bother trying.
It’s so warm inside, addictively so. That combined with the noises Angel makes and the way he starts to squirm on the sheets is what prompts Aki to start pumping his finger even faster, making a bigger mess of the devil.
“What if-“ Angel whispers, his eyes lidded and pupils blown wide with lust. “What if you did?”
Aki falters once again, this time ceasing his movements entirely. “Excuse me?”
It takes a moment for Angel to catch his breath, but once he does he pulls himself back up with an unreadable expression. “I said, what if you did?”
There’s a million answers to that question, none of them good and they both know that.
“I… was under the impression you wanted me to live.”
Angel’s expression never falters. “I do.”
Oh.
Oh .
The way understanding dawns on him must be evident on his face, because Angel lies back down with a satisfied sigh. He hooks a leg around Aki’s middle again, prompting him to continue, and Aki does so immediately, adding a second finger.
“Aki, tell me how much you want to touch me,” he demands, choking back all the little noises he wants to make in favor of playing his own game instead. “Would you beg for it?”
Aki must be stupid. He fucks him as hard as his hand will allow.
“Yes.”
A shameless moan. “Would you- would you kill for it?”
He’s almost definitely stupid. He slips in a third finger.
“Yes.”
“Would you die for it?”
He hits Angel’s sweet spot dead on, causing the devil to fling his wings out in both directions, knocking whatever the fuck was sitting on his nightstand in the process.
“Yes,” Aki groans, almost like he can feel the same pleasure as his partner. “I’d- I’d do anything.”
Angel shutters through the ecstasy, and smiles so lazily but so satisfied.
“Do you think about it?” He asks as he reaches forward, taking the condom Aki threw off to the side. He rips it open with his teeth, only slightly careful not to rip any of the latex. If it weren’t for the delicacy of his cursed power, he doesn’t think he’d actually mind if the condom broke… “I do. A lot.”
Aki nods dumbly as the opened wrapper is passed to him. “More than I should,” he admits, finally unbuckling his pants, “more than I safely should.”
“What do you think of?”
A quiet moan parts from Aki’s lips as he takes his aching cock in hand, the relief so good but not enough. It won’t be enough until he gets inside Angel, until they’re as close as they can possibly be.
“Kissing you, mostly. Holding your hand, touching your cheek…” he swallows tensely, and adds, “biting your neck. Taking you how I want.”
Raw, with nothing between them but lube and their own cum. With the two of them completely naked, chest to chest, their mouths molded around one another while Aki fucks and Angel takes it. He’d worship his false angel, and Angel would give him salvation.
“You’d die,” Angel reminds him. “All the things you want- to touch me and really fuck me- they’d kill you. It’d be the last thing you ever do.”
Now Aki knows he’s stupid, because he moans and finally starts to push in.
“You’d have- ahhh - you’d barely have ten minutes, maybe less.” Angel insists, face screwing up from the slight pain that’s so wonderfully overshadowed by the pleasure. “Would that be- fuck - would that be worth it? Just to feel me?”
Twin moans vibrate off the walls so loudly, echoing back at them as Aki finally bottoms out. Aki doesn’t answer him, but his cheeks burn red at the question, telling Angel all he needs to know.
“God, that’s pathetic,” Angel groans, finally able to smile again, “you’d die just to get your dick wet, human?”
Whatever gentleness Aki had been exhibiting on Angel is gone in an instant as he smacks a gloved palm on Angel’s ass, prompting a surprised squeak from the surprise of it.
“No,” Aki firmly states, shaking his head a bit frantically, as if he’ll die if he doesn’t get his point across. “I’d die to feel you .”
Oh and it’s so vulnerable, too bitterly honest for what they have- a couple of midday hookups and otherwise pushing each other to the limit of their patience- but Aki has never been good at keeping secrets in the first place, especially not with Angel. He’d probably tell Angel anything and everything if only the devil asked.
Angel blinks, processing far too slowly thanks to the haze still present in his mind, but it doesn’t matter anyway since Aki decides to start mercilessly pounding into him before he can say a word. He jumps at the sudden movement, throwing himself up to grab at Aki’s shoulders for purchase.
“You would-“ he gasps, his body trembling against the pleasure, “do all- Jesus - that for five minutes of fucking me? Really, Aki?” In response, Aki somehow goes faster, almost as if it was a challenge. “ Ah ! Shit - You’d die to feel me around your bare cock, for my body to be the last thing you see and feel? Would you?”
There’s more he could say- more that he wants to say- but Aki’s gloved hand forcefully silences him by covering his mouth, followed by a kiss. It wipes Angel’s mind clean as soon as he feels the pressure of Aki’s face pressing into his, and leaves him breathless despite the thick barrier between them.
“I would,” Aki whispers as he pulls away. And there it is again, that horrid vulnerability. Horrible, disgusting, dangerous honesty. It feels so good.
“Huh,” Angel huffs, his expression going neutral despite their position. He thinks that now would be a good time to kiss Aki, to pull him down and smash their mouths together passionately and let that be his response in place of words. If they had that luxury, he would.
“It’s a shame I’d never do that.”
Now it’s Aki’s turn to blink at him, dumbfounded, until all he can do is laugh. He rests his forehead against Angel’s chest and huffs out his laughter, shaking his head lazily. Angel doesn’t know how to react to it at first, concerned Aki will touch him in his distraction, but he eases up at the sound of Aki’s laugh. Rarely does he laugh around anyone, much less Angel, and he can’t deny it makes his heart flutter.
“Shut up,” Aki eventually says with a smile, looking into Angel’s eyes once again. They stare at each other for a sweet, gentle moment, and then Aki starts fucking into him again.
There’s no more hesitation, or desire to hold back when Aki fucks. He’s aiming to cum and they both know it, Angel is right there with him. So Aki pounds into him, hitting his sweet spot over and over again until Angel’s eyes roll to the back of his skull and his mouth is permanently slack, wantonly moaning without care. He yanks Angel’s legs up in his stupor, forcing them both over his shoulders, practically bending the devil in half and fucking him at a whole new angle. They’re even closer this way, the heat of their breath hitting each other in quicker and quicker pants.
“Fuck, Aki!” Angel whimpers, fisting the sheets below him desperately, “I’m not gonna last like this!”
Aki nods, refusing to let up the pace. “I know,” he growls, reaching between Angel’s legs for his neglected clit, “so cum.”
Angel huffs, only wishing it was that simple, but he’s so close that it might as well be. A few more perfectly angled thrusts and he’s coming undone on Aki’s cock. Crying out, his wings fly out beneath him again, smacking the wall in their eagerness and his halo glows brighter than the sunlight, making him quite the heavenly sight even if he’s anything but.
Aki slows down to let Angel catch his breath, but the devil shakes his head almost immediately. “Keep going,” he says breathlessly, barely able to speak anymore, “finish. You can-“
He can’t even finish his sentence, but Aki doesn’t need him to. He fucks into him fast and powerful, chasing his orgasm like a starving man, a description he feels fits him too well at the moment.
Call Aki a sap, you wouldn’t be the first, but what finally brings about his orgasm is Angel’s face. The beauty of his blissed out appearance, the way his eyes flutter with each movement, how his lips are bitten red from his own teeth, the way he looks at Aki like he could devour him… like he could love him.
“Aki… come on.”
He doesn’t last a second more, spilling into the condom at last.
It takes everything in Aki not to collapse onto Angel, his barely functioning brain reminding him of how dangerous that would be, so he rolls off to the side instead and shuts his eyes. All that can be heard are their pants, or the odd footstep coming from the neighbors outside who Aki will definitely have to apologize to later. The air conditioner has stopped blowing, ironic as they need it now more than ever, but their timing has never been that good.
Vaguely, Aki can hear Angel shift, but he ends up feeling the smaller devil pull himself onto Aki’s chest than he hears it. He opens a single eye in response, his left one, and goes breathless once more from the sight before him.
The sunlight bathes Angel’s messy hair, running along his white disheveled wings, the dust in the air gently dancing above his head. All Aki can think is that he did that, he made Angel into this beautiful mess. All he can think of is Angel.
“You…” Angel murmurs against his chest, “are a stupid, stupid man.”
… Aki’s not sure what he expected.
“I know.” Against his better judgement, he wraps an arm around Angel and pulls him closer, his heart flipping when Angel melts into the hold.
“Mmm… but if you weren’t, I wouldn’t have gotten my back blown out, I guess.”
And just like that, the moment is gone.
Aki rolls his eyes, resisting the urge to laugh and egg him on. “Shut up. Could you be any more vulgar?”
Angel rolls his eyes as well. “There’s nothing I could say that could be more vulgar than what we just did.”
He’s trying to fire back, to joke and mess with Aki like he always does, but it stuns Aki into silence instead. They never talk about it once they’re done. Ever. The furthest they’ve ever gone is Angel asking Aki for a new shirt after ruining his own, but he doesn’t even mention it’s Aki’s cum that dirtied it in the first place. They just… don’t acknowledge it. And sure, Aki always wishes they would, but he never imagined it would be like this.
If Angel senses his hesitation he doesn’t show it, choosing to fiddle with a loose button on Aki’s shirt instead. It’s only loose because he’s messed with it so many times now, a testament to how many times they’ve ended up in bed together.
“I don’t want to go back to work,” he whispers, almost like he doesn’t want Aki to hear.
But Aki does, there’s not much else to listen to other than his partner.
“By the time we get to the Public Safety building, our shifts will be over anyway.”
Normally, Angel would accept that and leave it be, maybe even get excited at the notion of having no more work to do. But it does nothing for him, and he decides to take a gamble on his next choice of words.
“I don’t want to go there either,” if at all possible, he buries himself deeper into Aki, trying to feel the skin he knows he’ll never be able to. “I want… to stay here.”
Stay… Aki looks down at him in surprise, honestly prepared to reject the idea until Angel’s gaze meets his own. His eyes are hypnotic, Aki has always thought so, even when they’re so dull and uninterested. In many ways, the look he’s giving him is similar to that of his resting face, deceptively bored and uncaring, but Aki knows there’s more there now. He can see the question hiding under his half lidded stare, the gentle quirk of his lips asking him what he can’t possibly verbalize. Aki can recognize it easily because it’s the same question he’s been holding back from asking himself. They stay locked in each other’s eyes, pulling the answer out of their heated cheeks and licked lips, out of their quickened heartbeats and firm holds.
“Okay,” Aki whispers. In a rush of bravery, he kisses the top of Angel’s head, protected by his soft hair to do so. “I’ll call Makima.”
But he makes no move to do so, just as Angel doesn’t move to let him, too stunned by the gesture to properly act. Well, five more minutes couldn’t hurt, right?
As most things go with Angel, his tiredness wins out in favor of addressing Aki’s reckless kiss, or how badly he wishes he’d do it again. So just Angel sighs, closing his eyes in contentment, and smiles. In turn, Aki smiles as well, satisfied to bask in his lover’s presence as long as the peace will last. For now, while the world is quiet outside and his chest is warm with Angel’s heat, he decides they can enjoy this. They deserve it.
Angel falls asleep, and Aki holds him tight.