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Something changes between Angel and Aki at a certain point, and Angel’s not sure what to make of it. Ever since Aki saved his life, there’s a charged energy between them, manifesting in lingering looks and secret smiles.
Angel’s with him now while Aki takes a smoke break on his apartment balcony. They’ve been hunting devils since before sunrise, and Angel wishes he could just curl up and take a nap, but they’ll have to go back to work soon. He leans against the railing and looks up at the sky. Gray storm clouds are slowly creeping their way to this part of the city, and Angel can already smell the rain.
“I don’t want to go back to work,” Angel complains with a sigh.
“Let’s take a longer break today,” Aki says.
Angel turns to face him. It’s unlike Aki to suggest bailing on work; he usually chastises Angel for being lazy. Aki’s also leaning back against the railing, a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth. His eyes are closed, like he’s savoring it, and the corner of lips are slightly upturned like he’s trying not to smile.
“Is smoking really that good?” Angel asks.
Aki shrugs. “It takes the edge off.” He looks at him, and suddenly Angel finds it difficult to meet his bright blue eyes. They’re already just a few feet apart, but Aki stands up straight and steps even closer. He seems so big , seeing him this near. His shoulders are broad, and Angel has to strain his neck to look up at him because he’s that much taller. Angel’s palms itch with the memory of Aki’s large and warm calloused hand grasping his own small hand.
“Do you want to try?”
Angel blinks. “What?”
“Here. Stay still.” Aki leans down so that he’s eye level with Angel.
“Careful,” Angel whispers, eyes going wide as he becomes hyper-aware of the points on Aki’s body where the skin is exposed.
“I trust you,” Aki says. “Open your mouth.” He takes a long drag of his cigarette and rests his hands on the railing on either side of Angel’s hips, caging him.
Angel parts his lips, and Aki breathes the smoke into his mouth.
They’re not touching, but Angel can almost feel the warmth of Aki’s lips. He inhales the smoke, eyelashes fluttering as his head buzzes with the slight high.
“Another?” Aki asks quietly.
“Yeah,” Angel breathes.
Aki takes another drag, and this time Angel braces his hands against Aki’s chest, loosely grasping the lapel of his suit jacket. They linger after Angel breathes in the smoke again, their faces inches away from each other. Angel exhales, gasping when he feels Aki’s hands on his waist.
“Angel,” Aki whispers.
Angel clings onto his suit with a firmer grip, and leans his full weight against him. Their breath slightly labored, Angel buries his face against Aki’s chest while he feels Aki press a thigh between his legs.
“What are you doing?” Angel asks, though he makes no move to get away.
“I don’t know,” Aki admits, fingers rubbing little circular patterns on Angel’s lower back.
Angel hums. “Feels good.”
“Yeah?”
Aki’s cigarette is nearly down to the filter. He brings it to his lips for one last hit, and Angel waits for the smoke with an open mouth. Aki flicks the used cigarette into a nearby ashtray, and hauls Angel by the waist so that he’s practically straddling Aki’s thigh.
“Oh,” Angel gasps. He hadn’t realized he was getting hard. The pressure of Aki’s meaty thigh brings instant relief and pleasure.
Aki leans down and presses his face against Angel’s shoulder. “You feel so good,” he murmurs.
“We’re not even touching. Not really,” Angel frowns and flicks Aki’s top knot.
“I know,” Aki sighs. “But it’s enough, for now.” He uses his grip on Angel’s waist to move him back and forth, encouraging him to rut against his thigh.
Angel gasps again. “Aki–”
Angel can’t remember the last time he’s been touched like this, or if he’s ever had been before. His memories are jumbled, but for the moment all he cares about is the fact that this strange human is holding him like he’s something precious.
Angel whines as warmth builds up in his belly, and drags one of his hands down Aki’s torso until he finds the noticeable bulge at his groin. He rubs the palm of his hand against it, and shivers when he feels Aki’s quiet moan vibrate his body.
“Shit, Angel–”
Angel keeps rutting against Aki’s thigh, keeps rubbing his erection. Aki’s cock feels warm even through the fabric of his pants, and Angel purrs when it twitches in his hand.
“Ah, Aki,” Angel says breathlessly. “It’s too much–”
“It’s okay,” Aki says, wrapping his arms around him. “I’ve got you. Keep going. I’m close too…”
The heat in Angel’s belly comes to a boiling point. He arches and cries out, his wings fluttering as an intense burst of pleasure spreads to every part of his body. Vaguely, he feels Aki tense against him, grunting out his name.
Angel slumps against him as he catches his breath. He cringes at the wet feeling in his pants, but his heart beats a little faster when he feels Aki’s quiet laughter.
“We should get cleaned up,” he says, squeezing Angel’s waist. “You can borrow some of my clothes.”
Angel pouts. “Your clothes won’t fit.”
Aki carefully tucks the strand of hair that’s always getting in Angel’s face behind his ear. “I guess you’ll have to walk around naked, then.”
Angel scowls and pushes him away. “Absolutely not.”
“How about this,” Aki says. “We already killed more devils than we expected this morning. Why don’t we take the rest of the day off?”
Angel eyes him with suspicion. “Really?”
Aki shrugs. “I don’t think Makima will mind. Denji and Power are out hunting anyway.”
Angel tilts his head, then nods. “Okay.”
“You can shower first,” Aki says. “I’ll find some clothes for you.”
“Since we’re already taking the day off… Can we have another cigarette?” Angel says with a shy smile.
Aki smirks, already reaching for his pack and lighter.