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spotsalone) wrote2025-04-11 07:04 pm
spotsalone) wrote2025-04-11 07:04 pm
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angelo and the hickster's post-belle arctic adventures
angelo cr chart
mutineers cr chart...
timeline:
- arrival; late july, mutineers' hill
- tent chats; early august, temporary camp
- spotting the ships; late august, terror camp
- tuunbaq attack; sept 1, ice floe camp
- boarding terror; fellas it's gay; early sept, hms terror
- dog to dog communication; early sept, forecastle
- bark bark bark; early sept, on deck
- coat! and post-tozer debrief; early sept, angelo's cabin
- 🌶️; early sept, hickey's cabin
- the dogs are unionizing(?); mid sept, cargo hold
- tozer/captain stuff, look at them having an adult conversation; mid sept, greatroom
- little rescue mission; early oct, terror bay
- post-little debrief; early oct, hickey's cabin
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The problem is, there's little else to do. His role now is to command the crew, but admittedly, this was an easier feat on land when their path was straightforward... and largely set by Crozier. He could win against Crozier and even the Tuunbaq by outwitting and outplaying, but such strategies have no effect against nature. He does not know how to sail a ship, how to navigate waterways, how to read the weather... Even understanding the charts is proving more difficult than anticipated. Lane and Hodgson clearly have him outmatched as far as raw knowledge is concerned. How long until they begin to challenge him over his lack of expertise?
When Angelo lets himself into the cabin, Hickey is sitting on the bed, reading. There's a haphazard stack of books on the desk as well, most taken from the greatroom but some looted from other berths while their occupants were busy on deck. His best hope of staving off both boredom and mutiny is to educate himself on the history that's led them here.
There is still a tension between himself and Angelo, but he ignores it. Their... conversation earlier today deserves no acknowledgment. It happened, it's finished, and now they must press forward.
So: Hickey smiles in greeting, and then shifts, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed to make room for Angelo. ]
I've discovered something.
[ He's midway through Sir Thomas Hardy's memoirs after having abandoned those of three other Sirs that seemed only interested in parading their own egos. Pathetic. Sickening. Useless. Anyone can laud themselves as a hero. Sir Hardy is guilty of these same offenses, but there's an undercurrent to his tales that Hickey has picked up on. ]
This man, Hardy, moved up the ranks quite quickly. He was promoted straight from lieutenant to flag captain in just a few short years by one of the most prominent naval commanders in history. Even I've heard of him. Nelson.
[ He flips back through some pages that he's dog-eared. He unearthed this book from Irving's belongings. Surely he won't mind a few folded pages. ]
Why do you think that is?
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So as Hickey goes through his preamble, Angelo focuses on shifting gears. He does not need to measure the appropriate level of seduction if this is what their evening is going to start off as. It becomes easier to relax his shoulders once he rids himself of imminent anticipation.
By the time Hickey mentions Nelson, he's tuned in enough to be able to frown. The name does not ring a bell even as he strains, but that just means he was not a man worth remembering in the grand scale of history. Only few names from the Middle Ages have retained their spot in common knowledge once mankind branched out among the stars.
Angelo sits down next to Hickey and leans over to glance curiously at the pages as they go past. If that means their bodies are almost touching, then so be it. He's glad he applied his perfume fresh for this.
But why, huh... ]
Three options, as I see it. The first is raw talent - occasionally there are fighter aces who's skill dominates the battlefield too thoroughly to be denied. Any superior worth their salt would want to secure their loyalty, and thus rush to make that soldier become indebted to them. I doubt that was the case here. [ He has never heard of this guy, but being a hater is instinctive. ]
The second is blackmail. He had some dirt on that Nelson guy. And the third is that he was good at making himself appear convenient to the exact needs of the man, more so than anybody else around. People like seeing what they want to see.
[ This is about a man named Hardy, who lived hundreds of years before Angelo was born. So the generalization he makes so casually cannot touch him. It is not hypocrisy, if it has nothing to do with him at all. ]
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Any of those may be true to some degree. It's difficult to separate fact from fiction. Obviously these men will stretch the truth to make themselves seem as impressive as possible.
[ But he shakes his head as he arrives at the chapter he was searching for. He leans toward Angelo to show him a passage. ]
Mm, no, they were fucking. Look. Nelson was mortally wounded during a battle, and it seems Hardy spent the remainder of said battle at Nelson's bedside rather than commanding in his stead. Nelson's last words were to ask Hardy to kiss him.
[ Angelo gets a look. Hickey may lack the modern words to describe the circumstances properly, but this is very gay. ]
But Hardy describes this as merely a close friendship, and no one questions it. That's both bold and impressive.
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Really now? Talk about hiding in plain sight.
[ He pauses here, to actually read the passage for himself, an amused smile playing at his lips all the while. It's only during that short break in conversation that a part of him begins to question the ulterior motives Hickey may have in pointing this out - is this a story Angelo is meant to use as a point of comparison for something? Love and command, being the second to your lover... He can't make heads or tails of it, but it's irritating that he's gotten so used to mindgames that the second-guessing is starting to come naturally.
It's exhausting and irritating, so Angelo decides not to bother with it. If Hickey has something to say, he'll have to say it outright. He looks back up from the book. ]
Guess he must have liked the guy for real if he took the risk of writing this all down.
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If they weren't fucking, then they wanted to and never conjured the courage to act on it.
[ It's the more likely version of the story, but Hickey is just beginning to develop an appreciation for these men. Assuming they were tragic cowards will snuff that out in an instant. They're both long dead by now, anyway. Their story is Hickey's to interpret as he pleases. ]
Hiding in plain sight is the best strategy, but it requires confidence and most are too afraid of the risk. The upper class has it easier, as well. This Hardy wrote his own story before anyone else had the chance.
[ There's a lot he could take away from this reading. Something to mull over in the coming days. What a coincidence, though, that he'd happen upon this today of all days. That must mean something. Coincidences usually do, even if that meaning is not especially clear just yet.
Hickey's mouth twitches into a frown as he considers this. Then, he turns to Angelo. ]
You don't pretend to be anything you are not. I admire that about you.
[ It's a significant part of Angelo's appeal, really. Hickey is tired of men who will cast him aside or shove him into the shadows the second anyone catches their scent. He doubts Angelo would employ such a tactic. If anything, he'd lean too far in the opposite direction and hang them both. ]
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The word hits Angelo completely unprepared and unguarded surprise shows on his face as a result. It shouldn't come as a shock, not after how many times Hickey has voiced similar sentiments, but... Who would ever have thought that the man he punched all those weeks back would become so strangely uplifting to be around?
Angelo looks down at his hands for just a second, a little bit bashful. ]
You really lay it on thick...
[ And yet it's clear he's happy about it. After their horrid conversation just earlier today, this feels like balm on a wound. It's a false comfort, he knows, but sweet all the same. He really is making himself far too vulnerable. ]
I'm going to be seen for what I am sooner or later anyway. It's better if it's on my terms. They find it offputting.
[ A beat, and then his smile grows nastier. ]
And it's delicious, to see all those manly grizzled soldier types barely manage to mask their disgust as I order them around.
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That was one compliment. I'm just getting started.
[ They've gone about things all out of order, he's realized. They skipped a step. Hickey expected to spend at least a couple of weeks slowly luring Angelo in. Flirting is such a satisfying game and Hickey thrives in it, this sole avenue to play manipulator for mutual benefit. He could've built up trust in that time, or gotten ahead of the Captain issue... Maybe they could've avoided the turbulence of the past few days if they hadn't rushed straight into this.
But there's no undoing what's already done. What's already been said. So, Hickey will flirt as if they're starting from scratch, and maybe Angelo will agree to play pretend. If nothing else, they'll end the evening in a better place than they were this afternoon.
He slips the book out of Angelo's grasp and replaces it with his own hand, fingers trailing lightly up the inside of Angelo's wrist and across his palm. ]
I do enjoy watching you command the men. You're fearless with them—and mean.
[ He's delighted by it. It's satisfying, watching Angelo work, and even moreso because it's clearly something he takes pride in. ]
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For a moment, Angelo's eyes trace the light touch of hands to hands, and when he looks back up at Hickey, his smile has gained a bit of confidence. Mean, huh? He wonders, does Hickey want him to be mean to him later? It's hard to imagine, but then again they did start with a punch to the nose... ]
I'll consider stopping to be mean once they stop inviting it so readily.
[ Thankfully, Tozer can't hear them in here... ]
It's too bad you never saw me as a proper soldier... but I'll work my way back to having skill speak for itself to justify my orders. Can't keep being only your 'witch', right?
[ A little tentatively, a little experimentally, he curls his fingers so they run over Hickey's palm in turn. ]
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[ At the end of the day, that made-up hierarchy is all that matters to them, Hickey knows. Even the whiniest sailors fall in line the second an officer snaps his fingers. They're too conditioned by the system to abandon it now, even at the end of the Earth. If anything, they're more likely to cling to the familiarity just for the sake of it.
That's the only reason he bothered to recruit Hodgson, and why the former lieutenant is permitted a seat among Hickey's confidants now. His sailing expertise is worth far more to Hickey, but they could mine that from him regardless of his standing. The rest is posturing.
God, why is he thinking about this now? He shoos the strategizing out of his head as he pulls their hands into his lap. ]
That makes it all the more impressive that you got them to fall in line as quickly as you did.
[ Angelo's intense approach to leadership won't earn them any goodwill should they need it down the line, but Hickey no longer minds. He'll find a way to spin things, if it comes to that. In the meantime, he prefers the show.
Hickey collects Angelo's hand with both of his now, fingers idly tracing knuckles and creases. ]
It annoyed me quite a lot that you were adamant about sleeping so far from me in the tents, you know.
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With Hickey holding his hand close, there is no room for him to move away either. They're shoulder to shoulder, and the room feels almost warm despite the season. ]
I don't think any distance in those cramped piles of fabric can be counted as 'far'. It was miserable.
[ They'd still been far too close! He doesn't like proximity! These are thoughts in his head as he comes to rest his head on Hickey's shoulder. How much further can he probe before it becomes unpleasant? How much more until his heart stops fluttering? ]
Feels like a lifetime ago. Back when I still thought I'd never again tolerate somebody touching me.
[ And more quietly, without further elaboration: ] Now's different.
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At first, he was deeply annoyed by the Tuunbaq ruining the plan, but it's tragically poetic, isn't it? That bloody bear is the reason they let things escalate so quickly that first night on the ship, too. It cut him off before he could get too close, and now that they've admitted their attractions, Angelo is further away than ever at night.
A stray thought catches him: He wishes Angelo hadn't kissed him.
But he dismisses it as abruptly as it arrived. He hates the sour note of that memory because it should be a good memory. It makes him all the more determined to salvage this for the both of them. ]
Different, yes.
[ Hickey shakes off the dark cloud as he shifts, his arm drawing back to wrap around Angelo's waist. This is where he wants his mind to be. All he wants to think about is the feeling of Angelo's body snug against his, their fingers twining together, his pulse pounding a little louder as he buries his face in Angelo's hair. ]
I'm certainly glad for your change of heart there. What a shame it would be to miss out on this.
[ His voice is quieter now, nearly a whisper with his mouth so close to Angelo's ear. And lower still: ]
I need you to promise me something.
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Nothing could be more special than this, giving up the chastity he fought for so hard. ]
You said something similar to me, way back then. That it was a shame.
[ It's strange to think back on that. Amusing, too. Many things have changed. Proving that point, Angelo takes his hand from Hickey's lap and brings it up to his cheek as he turns his face towards him. The beard feels rough under his equally rough palms. Angelo wonders if they'll be able to hang on long enough that they'll have access to proper hair care again. He dares imagine it, both of them well groomed and the bed wider and smelling softly of detergent. How nice... ]
What kind of promise?
[ His voice is equally quiet, but he consciously holds back on the seductive drawl that had been second nature to him for years. That's not who he is now. That's not who Hickey is speaking to. Not yet, at least. ]
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As badly as he wants this, he knows how delicate of a situation they're in. He can't lose himself in it, not tonight. Not when a slip up might land them in disaster. ]
Tell me if it gets to be too much. I won't have you leave this room unhappy.
[ He says it lightly, as if it's just another flirt, but his eyes are serious. Hickey has never been overly concerned with his partner's enjoyment beyond what serves his own ego. He relishes in catalyzing that pleasure, in earning every sound and shudder and sigh he can get out of them. That desire feels different with Angelo, though. The thought that he's never had good sex is... Well, it will not stand.
More than that, the thought of Angelo confusing him for some customer turns his stomach. Once they get started, stopping would be agony, but finishing at Angelo's expense would be unsatisfying, anyway. Not nearly worth the damage it would cause. ]
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And still, he wants this. To tie Hickey to him with physicality, to be a proper partner rather than someone so broken that you need to make compromise to love him. They could have remained friends instead, of course, but the idea of Hickey seeking physical comfort elsewhere has started to make Angelo sick somewhere along the way. How foolish that is.
How much is 'too much'? Angelo remains silent for a second as he mulls it over. Before today, he would have simply agreed to the promise no matter what, faked his way through if needed be. But Elias says he wants him, all of him, for who he is. More so than Angelo could imagine. Who is he if he can't meet that commitment halfway?
He swallows hard, and nods. ]
I promise.
[ If the disgust returns, he'll take the out. It's the only line in the sand that he can imagine taking notice off in the thick of it. His fingers brush along Hickey's jawline, handsomely defined. ]
... so come and devour me. I want to know what it feels like, with you.
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Devour me, and God, does he want to. Angelo has been so insistent in offering himself, even as Hickey has urged him to slow down. This, from the man that once swore he would never let another so much as look at him. The way he spat the word in such disgust, pleasure... Angelo must truly want this. Want him. That's as special as rewritten chemistry, isn't it? Angelo would sooner die than allow this with anyone else. A connection only for them.
Devour me. Hickey is drunk with it for a long moment, pulse quickening. He wants to know what Angelo tastes like too, wants to delve inside of him and sweetly strip meat from bone. Angelo speaks of himself as though that's all he is, all he's worth, and maybe Hickey can tear away those rotten parts, gently, gently...
In that moment, Angelo is everything, and Hickey would do anything for him. He doesn't know why those words draw such a reaction from his body. Distantly, he registers that Angelo has an expertise here. Did he know exactly what to say to inspire this feeling? Is this what it feels to be on the other side of his own manipulations?
He pushes off of the bed to swing his leg over Angelo's, straddling his lap. His palms slide over Angelo's chest, over his uniform. Connotations aside, Hickey does quite like the look of it. He'll share that later, maybe, but for now he just wants it off.
His fingers trail up Angelo's neck to his jaw, tilting his head up for a kiss—though Hickey stops just short. ]
We're going to take our time with each other.
[ He whispers it against Angelo's lips as one hand carefully works open his jacket. ]
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And then the first clasp of his collar comes undone and all high-minded thoughts vanish from Angelo's mind. Weeks and weeks spent evading stripping even under threat of death, and now he's letting those careful hands lay him bare. It makes this whole thing seem real. His heart feels like it wants to escape his rib cage, a bird flapping its wings inside his chest.
Angelo takes flight and connects their lips the rest of the way. Earlier in the day, he'd kissed Hickey as if it were a show of force, flaunting all his skills and simulating needy urgency in every move. This time, he lives up to Hickey's quiet order, and takes it slow. No tongue, no teeth, just lips against lips, soft and probing. When he breaks apart again, far too soon, his lips are tingling. How odd. ]
... mhm, of course. You'd better appreciate me thoroughly. It's my first time, after all.
[ He laughs lowly as he says it. It's a joke at his own expense, but one that contains a good amount of truth. It's the first time that matters, the first time he chose for himself. And don't men love taking someone's virginity? Angelo watches for Hickey's reaction from the corner of his eye, while his own hand goes searching for the top buttons of his shirt. He's not going to be the only one exposed here. ]
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He doesn't want either of them to be thinking about that now, so instead, he shifts perspective. He will be the one to show Angelo that sex is not so vile as he thinks. Not first, but only. The only to give rather than take, the only to earn the right to touch him, the only to witness him in his rawest form and not some performance.
The thought does send a thrill through Hickey, his skin growing warm with need, but there's a flutter in his heart, too. In some ways, this is a first for him as well. First in a long while, at least. When was the last time he fucked someone he felt a true attraction to? He once thought Billy counted, but there was never any love in the way they groped each other in the hold, fumbling through too many layers of fabric in the cold and damp darkness. The sex was as good as it could've been, but that's all it was.
He needs to stop thinking about Billy. Needs to stop thinking about whatever horrid creatures laid hands on Angelo before him. Angelo wants to be appreciated? Well, they finally want the same thing. ]
Oh, I intend to.
[ He snaps open the last of the uniform's fastenings, then he draws back to shrug off his suspenders as Angelo's hands work down his shirt. He truly hasn't allowed himself to lust after Angelo properly. He didn't want to get his hopes up for a thing that may never come to be—and before that, he half-expected to be punched if his gaze was caught wandering.
Now, he doesn't bother to hide the yearning in his eyes, or the way his breath quickens at the sight of Angelo underneath him, jacket laid open just enough to tease at what's beneath. The tip of his tongue runs over his lip unconsciously as his shirt falls off of his shoulders and onto the floor. ]
Christ, do I want you.
[ His voice is low and hungry. There's no mischievous lilt to his words, no mask of a smile. It's Elias that slips his hands under Angelo's uniform to ease it off of him, relishing in every inch of skin under his fingers. ]
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Elias seems to be looking through the mere facts of his body, and when he touches him, Angelo wants to think that his hands are passing right through his skin, deeper, towards parts that matter more. He's been swallowed up so many times, but this time he wants to give more than hard-to-chew exterior. He wants to offer the sweetness of his flesh out of his own accord. There's a shiver down his spine, and it is not unpleasant. ]
Elias...
[ Angelo just barely has the presence of mind to take his uniform jacket and put it aside at the foot end of the bed, rather than leaving it to be crumpled and stained by what is to come. It's a very quick diversion before his arms reach up to wrap around Elias' shoulders, pulling him in. This body that he hasn't allowed anybody to see, the pale skin unmarred except for a few faint scars, he'll welcome Elias to it.
The air around them is cold even within the heated cabin, but Angelo doesn't feel the chill now. Elias' body is warm against his. Angelo drops a tentative row of kisses over his collarbones. He's never been proactive or gentle like this if he could help it, it feels novel. He's sure his cheeks are flushed with embarrassment. ]
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Already, he's all but forgotten the precariousness of their situation. Not just how little food they have or the pathetic state of their crew, but if not for the gentle rocking of waves rolling their bodies together, he might forget Terror entirely. It's easy to let himself detach from reality after the palace. Reconciling how strange his life has become is a skill he's yet to master, even if he pretends otherwise. Sometimes Angelo's presence alone doesn't feel real.
He's the only thing that feels real now, though. Elias presses forward, leaning them back against the cabin wall. His hands explore over Angelo's chest, his ribs, his stomach, before settling at his hips. Elias ducks down to nuzzle at his neck. ]
I like hearing my name in your voice.
[ It feels like a secret, but one they're keeping just because they want it all to themselves. He nips lightly at Angelo's throat, and then plants his own meandering line of kisses down Angelo's body as he eases backward off of the bed. As promised, he takes his time, savoring the skin under his tongue, slowly working down to the crest of Angelo's hip, just above his waistband. ]
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As Elias' tongue slips out to tease at his chest, Angelo can feel his breath hitching and his pants tightening. Ah... Arousal is mechanical. Angelo has learned that very early on. No matter how repulsed one may be, push the right buttons and you can make their body work for you. He'd often wondered if it was a defense mechanism, a feeble attempt of the physical form to draw out just enough pleasure to keep on getting by, to keep living. It had been pointless, anyhow. Only good as a selling point, masking just how detached he'd always been when someone laid their hands on him.
But he's not detached now, not in the same way. His mind is hazy, fluttery, uncertain where to linger and what to move on from, but he feels. His hands stay on Elias' shoulders as he moves down, aimlessly wandering just to keep touching, and Angelo's mind keeps repeating words, like a prayer. Elias wants me. He'll take all of me and spit nothing out. I can't be corrupted by him and I can't corrupt him. It's too late for both of us. He wants me.. He wants me... ]
... I like to say it.
[ He's a little slow to answer, too focused on breathing and feeling. This much is nothing, the lightest of foreplay, but he feels more worked up than usual. ]
It means it's just us. Nobody else matters.
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Nobody else matters.
[ The Captain doesn't matter.
That's not how it's meant, and Elias will never admit to taking it that way, but it is true, isn't it? The Captain never earned this privilege, never truly appreciated what he had. Was Angelo even really a person in his mind? Or just an obedient guard dog?
First.
Only.
Elias' hands move downward over Angelo's thighs. He's a slender thing—both of them are, though only one of them has the advantage of immortality to stave off the wear of starvation. Elias is far from deterred, though. He likes the feel of hard muscle under his palms, and it's rare that he's gone to bed with a partner that isn't notably larger than him in one way or another. That will be useful, he thinks absently.
His fingers find the fastenings of Angelo's pants, but he doesn't work them open just yet. He can see the fabric tightening just as his own cock is straining against his trousers, and he's certainly noticed the way Angelo flushes at his touch. Still, he looks up at Angelo again, eyebrows quirking up in a silent question. Yes? ]
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Angelo exhales very slowly, willing tension out of his body. He wants me, he wants me, he wants... ]
Go ahead.
[ A whisper, a sigh at the tail end of his breath, an invitation. He doesn't have much wiggle room to spread his legs, but he makes an effort anyway. ]
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[ Said as his grin widens, buttons already coming loose under his fingers. ]
The last time I asked you to take your clothes off, I got a bloody lip for it.
[ Elias wholeheartedly believes he could seduce damn near any man into bed with him, but even he would've doubted a glimpse into this future. Courting Angelo was an even more impossible prospect than immortality at the time. Imagine.
His fingers hook in Angelo's waistband and he eases both pants and underwear out from under him, over his knees, until Angelo is left naked and waiting on the bed in front of him. Elias has imagined this more times than he'd care to admit, but the sight stirs want into need. His heart thumps insistently in his chest and the rush of heat nearly convinces him to skip the preamble and make Angelo his here and now—but he inhales deeply to steady himself.
His hands catch Angelo by the hips to tug him to the edge of the thin mattress. Elias lowers himself to his knees, beard scratching softly up the inside of Angelo's thigh, and then his hand guides the head of Angelo's cock into his mouth. ]
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Last time you asked me this, you implied there would be nothing worthwhile to see under my clothes either.
[ Comparing that to the hungry way Elias drinks him in now is a difference of night and day. Dark lustful eyes... Angelo spreads his legs wide to accommodate for Elias between them, and ah... How many times has he been in that exact position, someone else looking down expectantly the way that he is now? It's not his first time having the tables turned, but it's the first time he feels something stir in his heart at being desired so.
So Elias swallows him up and Angelo leans back on his hands, fingers digging tightly into the mattress. His body is perfectly capable of responding as it should, even now, he is finding. There's a twisting feeling in his stomach, a light involuntary twitch of his thigh, and his nerves are burning up with the attention of a tongue over his most sensitive parts. How nice it would be, if he could easily pin-point these sensations as pleasure, but it doesn't come together that way so easily. It's as if he has his own body under a microscope. Instead of drifting far far away, he's now all-too-aware of every tingle and surge.
Is Elias enjoying this? Does it feel good to him, does he enjoy the taste and weight of it? Angelo finds it difficult to imagine, but he hopes so. He's quiet, and largely still, but his chest is heaving and his breath comes out in pants. ]
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He pulls back just long enough to shrug. ]
Sometimes I lie.
[ He says it like a quip and he doesn't expect the significance to register, but it's an uncomfortable thing to admit. The thought of another person understanding his nature is as thrilling as it is frightening. Angelo must feel some scale of that now, surely, splayed out as he is with another man lapping at his cock. Elias has well gathered by now that he doesn't think himself capable of enjoying this.
He's all the more determined, then, as he drags his tongue up Angelo's length, fingers squeezing at the base. He doesn't want Angelo to finish from this, but he does want to get him close, close enough to ache for it when Elias finally drives into him.
His lips close around him again, tongue gliding over the slit before taking Angelo deeper into his mouth. It's still just teasing really, Elias drinking up the taste of him, fantasizing about working Angelo like this until he shudders and spills down his throat. Next time. For now, he's satisfied with the heavy heat pressing against his palette. His arm slides under Angelo's leg to pull it over his shoulder. ]
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