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[eight years after they met, lust is a familiar feeling to janus-- heat flushing down their groin, through their arms, tight in their back and their thighs.
confusion, though. they've had less of that since they were sixteen, since zeke taught them how to use their dick and their hands and their mouth for pleasure, since they spent time away learning what they liked and learning about what— who-- love had made them into. they've become accustomed to certainty in this, confidence in knowing themself and their lot. they managed to hold course through any amount of weird supernatural shit: losing their face, losing their world, being a member of an anti-enhanced mafia for ten days.
but zeke picks them up and puts them on his lap like they weigh no more than a kitten, and it flusters them beyond everything!! to realize that he isn't seeing them. that he doesn't-- know. does he?] Zeke-- [for the first time in years, they miss their old voice. embarrassed, they turn their face into the side of zeke's head, nuzzling his ear, tuck their face in his neck like they're hiding a secret there, or maybe an apology, punctuated with kisses.]
[ The way Janus said his name reminded the incubus that perhaps he should be more prudent- after all, he shouldn't be having sex with someone that he was in love with who couldn't love him back. But this wasn't a simple situation, he was damaged and unless he had some sexual healing he was going to be stuck on that beach until he died.
Still, he ought to give Janus the option: tell them that they could get someone else if they were uncomfortable, he'd be fine after those kisses. But those kisses were also the reason why he wasn't saying that, why he was being selfish and holding their body against his own. A body that was build for killing against one made to love. He refused to give into stereotypes or listen to reason, he missed them too much for that.
He sighed and tilted his head back, allowing himself just to feel those lips as they traversed his sensitive skin. He felt prickles and tingles throughout his body, he could even wiggle his toes again as the waves lapped at them. ]
Janus... [ Whispered reverently while his hands settled on their ass. They fit together, groin to groin, and Zeke weakly began to rock his hips up to create more friction between them. ] Please, Janus... I need you. [ More then they'll ever truly know, but this would have to do. ]
[janus feels their ears blush hot and red, an odd quirk of their body that never went away even after they lost the body they'd been made with. they move their hands carefully down his big, tattooed arms, careful not to test the ragged edges of the wounds they come across, livid disruption to the warm skin and sleek muscle of his perfect physique. gouges and burns.
this fucking apocalypse, janus thinks. this fucking apocalypse.
but then the next thing is a sharp pang of guilt spearheading lust like an arrow through their gut. slowly, they start to move against him. their clothes are too hot. they think: he's just hurting, that's all. it's not taking advantage if he needs it. and then they wrap one last small, soft-lipped kiss around his earlobe, and reach down to open their trousers.] It's me, [they say, not wanting to scare him when he-- realizes.] It's Janus. [and then their cock is out, blunt and pink, abandoned shyly against zeke's belly the next moment. they press up against his navel and try to breathe deep, even, like this is as medicinal and pure a healing thing as-- yoga.]
You sound-- [ His breath cut off his sentence, thick and husky due to being so aroused. ] Janus, you sound, mmh... [ It was then his hands had the strength so slowly travel up the length of their back. Each skinny dip and curve he'd memorized was gone. They were thicker, firmer, less deceptively fragile even against such immense strength such as his. Zeke could tell the difference even while injured, even though it'd been months, he knew something had changed. ]
Different. [ He managed to finally complete his sentence. His blunt nails dragged a slow path back to their ass, this time he squeezed. ] Healthier. [ It was the simple answer, right? They must have been taking good care of themselves in Florida and that somehow overrode Jay's unhealthy lifestyle? Since he knew those two were connected- whatever Jay did, Janus was forced to suffer the consequence.
Maybe he was thinking too much? Maybe he should stop thinking until he was healed. He was so focused on Janus that he was doing a terrible job of feeding himself. ]
[janus is different. guilt surges up in their stomach, tying knots out of their guts, jamming up the easy gears of lust. it's been awhile now, since they learned to take their heart out of the equation when they fuck; to be affectionate and kind without getting overly involved, friendly and considerate, without giving or taking too much. hell, being considerate means keeping balance that way— protecting others, protecting themself.
but ezekiel is an old habit, and one that thousands of lovers, doubtless, can vouch for being a hard one to break.]
Just pretend and-- I'll explain later. You're going to be fine; I'll take care of you.
[unbidden, an image flashes through janus' imagination— ezekiel's face creased with disapproval, a terrible shock of disappointment, his mouth bent under the weight of a frown he doesn't deserve; an edge of violation. good incubi care very much for consent, for transparency and clarity-- but there isn't time, janus thinks. so they put their hand on their cock and kiss his mouth and remember the smell of his bed after they were spent in the summer heat, and it's not difficult, achieving a steady, wet rhythm, murmuring reassurances that are honest enough against zeke's lips.]
[ What could Janus possibly mean by that? Or was this not Janus? The thought that it might not be made his chest tighten with worry. Was it an illusion? Did one of Sylwia's minions managed to break past his natural demonic protections and somehow seduce his brain?
Think less, Ezekiel. Think less.
He inhaled a deep breath as his need to survive began to override his reasoning. Whoever it was, their sexual aura was right there and Zeke needed it to heal. He closed his eyes and let his instincts take over, his body growing warm. As he fed, a hot sensation would spread through Janus' body, particularly focused on their erogenous zones, wherever they may be.
Lost to the kiss and the feeling of their body, he held them, rocked against him. Soon it became as natural as breathing, invading Janus' body through his power rather than his physical form. He was inside them, deep, hot, familiar and comfortable- then sensation almost as good as if his actual cock was fucking them.
If this was an illusion it was a very good one. Janus felt perfect. ]
[they remember this. being wanted, needed, necessary not merely for happiness but for life itself. it's a little different with a sex demon than it is with other people, and it's a little different with ezekiel than it is with other sex demons, but that isn't a difference that janus cares to look at too closely. they're being held closely, more tenderly than they've been touched in years. it's nice. ezekiel was always kind with hands, generous with his mouth, and—
--orgasm goes right through janus. they come with a little sigh, their cheek pressed against zeke's long, brown jaw, like it's the most natural thing in the world, buttocks pinched and knees pressing the wet sand until its clotted cakes break open on either side of the demon's lap, grains shuddering off the pale line of janus' spine. they've never had much trouble with sex, but feeling safe enough was one of those odd perequisites, and in the midst of a chaotic beach— well. that probably means some more stuff too.
they go slack against his chest, breathing wetly out of their mouth, their hair an inelegant smear against his chin. heart roaring like thunder.]
Can you see?
[they ask, breathing hard.] Are you a little better?
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confusion, though. they've had less of that since they were sixteen, since zeke taught them how to use their dick and their hands and their mouth for pleasure, since they spent time away learning what they liked and learning about what— who-- love had made them into. they've become accustomed to certainty in this, confidence in knowing themself and their lot. they managed to hold course through any amount of weird supernatural shit: losing their face, losing their world, being a member of an anti-enhanced mafia for ten days.
but zeke picks them up and puts them on his lap like they weigh no more than a kitten, and it flusters them beyond everything!! to realize that he isn't seeing them. that he doesn't-- know. does he?] Zeke-- [for the first time in years, they miss their old voice. embarrassed, they turn their face into the side of zeke's head, nuzzling his ear, tuck their face in his neck like they're hiding a secret there, or maybe an apology, punctuated with kisses.]
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Still, he ought to give Janus the option: tell them that they could get someone else if they were uncomfortable, he'd be fine after those kisses. But those kisses were also the reason why he wasn't saying that, why he was being selfish and holding their body against his own. A body that was build for killing against one made to love. He refused to give into stereotypes or listen to reason, he missed them too much for that.
He sighed and tilted his head back, allowing himself just to feel those lips as they traversed his sensitive skin. He felt prickles and tingles throughout his body, he could even wiggle his toes again as the waves lapped at them. ]
Janus... [ Whispered reverently while his hands settled on their ass. They fit together, groin to groin, and Zeke weakly began to rock his hips up to create more friction between them. ] Please, Janus... I need you. [ More then they'll ever truly know, but this would have to do. ]
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this fucking apocalypse, janus thinks. this fucking apocalypse.
but then the next thing is a sharp pang of guilt spearheading lust like an arrow through their gut. slowly, they start to move against him. their clothes are too hot. they think: he's just hurting, that's all. it's not taking advantage if he needs it. and then they wrap one last small, soft-lipped kiss around his earlobe, and reach down to open their trousers.] It's me, [they say, not wanting to scare him when he-- realizes.] It's Janus. [and then their cock is out, blunt and pink, abandoned shyly against zeke's belly the next moment. they press up against his navel and try to breathe deep, even, like this is as medicinal and pure a healing thing as-- yoga.]
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Different. [ He managed to finally complete his sentence. His blunt nails dragged a slow path back to their ass, this time he squeezed. ] Healthier. [ It was the simple answer, right? They must have been taking good care of themselves in Florida and that somehow overrode Jay's unhealthy lifestyle? Since he knew those two were connected- whatever Jay did, Janus was forced to suffer the consequence.
Maybe he was thinking too much? Maybe he should stop thinking until he was healed. He was so focused on Janus that he was doing a terrible job of feeding himself. ]
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but ezekiel is an old habit, and one that thousands of lovers, doubtless, can vouch for being a hard one to break.]
Just pretend and-- I'll explain later. You're going to be fine; I'll take care of you.
[unbidden, an image flashes through janus' imagination— ezekiel's face creased with disapproval, a terrible shock of disappointment, his mouth bent under the weight of a frown he doesn't deserve; an edge of violation. good incubi care very much for consent, for transparency and clarity-- but there isn't time, janus thinks. so they put their hand on their cock and kiss his mouth and remember the smell of his bed after they were spent in the summer heat, and it's not difficult, achieving a steady, wet rhythm, murmuring reassurances that are honest enough against zeke's lips.]
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[ What could Janus possibly mean by that? Or was this not Janus? The thought that it might not be made his chest tighten with worry. Was it an illusion? Did one of Sylwia's minions managed to break past his natural demonic protections and somehow seduce his brain?
Think less, Ezekiel. Think less.
He inhaled a deep breath as his need to survive began to override his reasoning. Whoever it was, their sexual aura was right there and Zeke needed it to heal. He closed his eyes and let his instincts take over, his body growing warm. As he fed, a hot sensation would spread through Janus' body, particularly focused on their erogenous zones, wherever they may be.
Lost to the kiss and the feeling of their body, he held them, rocked against him. Soon it became as natural as breathing, invading Janus' body through his power rather than his physical form. He was inside them, deep, hot, familiar and comfortable- then sensation almost as good as if his actual cock was fucking them.
If this was an illusion it was a very good one. Janus felt perfect. ]
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--orgasm goes right through janus. they come with a little sigh, their cheek pressed against zeke's long, brown jaw, like it's the most natural thing in the world, buttocks pinched and knees pressing the wet sand until its clotted cakes break open on either side of the demon's lap, grains shuddering off the pale line of janus' spine. they've never had much trouble with sex, but feeling safe enough was one of those odd perequisites, and in the midst of a chaotic beach— well. that probably means some more stuff too.
they go slack against his chest, breathing wetly out of their mouth, their hair an inelegant smear against his chin. heart roaring like thunder.]
Can you see?
[they ask, breathing hard.] Are you a little better?