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[ his cock does shift in his slacks, just so, but it’s hard to tell whether it’s a response to the proximity of hakkyuu’s face or the words or some indeterminate combination of both. stephen fixes him with a steady look, one raised eyebrow of his own. ]

You’re, what, sixteen? [ internally wincing at putting it out in open air. but, well, he knew what he was doing when he came in. ] You should’ve been doing it anyway.

[In the many myriad things Stephen has done tonight that snapped Hakkyuu's brain in half, this is something he can absolutely deal with. Pompous authoritarian expectations that slot into place through age or social standing exist just as much in Ebonhawke as anywhere else and when you're a street kid the chances of encountering figures of authority are high where Hakkyuu's tolerance for it is low.

It's the kind of thing that gives him a fresh kind of confidence, the uttering of his approximate age earning the most genuine no-fucks-given shrug of the night with a blank stare to match before he brings one hand up to push it up against the base of Stephen's prick. It's swiftly joined by a spill of warm, wet breath as he tilts his head the barest minimum to press his parted lips to the head of Stephen's cock before giving him a firm, determined kind of stare down.]

Over my dead fucking body.

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[ stephen snorts; he can’t help it. ]

I know.

[ he leans his head back a little, watching hakkyuu through lidded eyes. the damp spot on his trousers where precome had pooled earlier, both when they were in the armchair and when he was eating hakkyuu out, has faded but not disappeared entirely. he’s thick, arousal by now a long dull ache, and he’s lacing his fingers low on his belly first, just to see what hakkyuu does. ]

[It's difficult to tell whether or not Hakkyuu finds that response worse or not.

I know.

It's so simple and knowing, full of the kind of arrogance that comes with absolute surety of fact behind their words. It makes Hakkyuu prickle just that bit more as he decides to just very firmly carry on with what he's set himself up to do. And pointedly ignore Stephen if he can. Anyone taking bets on this would be better putting their money on Hakkyuu managing this more effectively in his later years than now.

If there was ever any concern about the state of Stephen's trousers its long gone now and it means Hakkyuu can extend his tongue to press the flat length of it against the underside of Stephen's dick to feel the full shape and anticipate the weight of it in a way that sends an electric tremor right through him and if not fully wake his own recovering cock at least give it a generous nudge. There's also a slow squeeze from Hakkyuu's hand still pressed at the root of Stephen's dick, getting a direct feel for the girth of him as he just sort of gives himself the wetly mouth around the shape of him before letting his open mouth pool around the head to knead the area steadily with his lips.]

[ no sounds yet from stephen, the placement of his hands in part deliberately anchoring, his posture relaxed as he watches him--but he does pull in a long breath, touched with unsteadiness, letting it out with a visible fall of his chest. it’s a pretty picture, the loose smooth fall of reddish hair against the inseam of his own trousers, the heady buffered heat of hakkyuu’s mouth learning the shape of him through the fabric. he figures it’s good to let hakkyuu go at his own pace for this one, even if in another time and place all he’d want to do is fist his hands in that hair, feed his cock into hakkyuu’s mouth and hands, laugh and groan all at once. ]

[Glancing up at Stephen through his dark lashes, the appearance of the older man even in all his restraint is incredibly alluring. It's a shame Hakkyuu doesn't have more skill with his mouth yet, more ability and know-how on the ways to melt that façade and get desperate profanities spilling from Stephen's mouth while encouraging him to spill elsewhere.

Here, he's a little clumsy, timings are a bit off making the rhythm harder to identity and lean into even if Stephen weren't very in control of himself.

Hakkyuu free hand does go wandering though, pickpocket's fingers feeling out the zip of Stephen's fly and catching hold of it before lifting his eyes again with a slight pause, seeking permission or maybe just wanting to see Stephen's expression in general.]

[ he tucks another smirk in the corner of his mouth: it would’ve held less currency than usual anyway, dark as his eyes are from arousal, the barest suggestion of color over the side of his throat betraying a touchability he doesn’t exhibit easily otherwise.

he cocks his head instead, just barely, in askance, which is in part challenge. it’s been an awful lot of buildup, stephen having been this hard for this long, but it’s still worth asking if hakkyuu is really up to the task. ]

[If he were more himself, Hakkyuu would relish this game--stare Stephen down right back, let the two of them meet each other step for step and rile one another up until someone finally had to give way and it who it would be each time would never be a forgone conclusion. It's something Hakkyuu loves about Stephen--how stubborn he is, how much he meets him right in the middle, matching what Hakkyuu sets down and always, always upping the ante.

Right now though, he's not sure what to make of that look and he doesn't know how to phrase or ask what he wants to do aloud. Or maybe he doesn't want to though some kind of fear of trying to sound enticing and instead coming across as ridiculous or childish.

Taking a deep breath in and out through his nose, he settles on something between asking for permission and giving a warning.]

I'm gonna do this.

[ stephen, for all his gentility and circumspection, is a firm believer in the idea that you shouldn’t be able to do it if you can’t say it. he calls a lot of bluffs in duplicity as a result.

so the dare is as much encouragement as it is just an ordinary dare, and when hakkyuu speaks that low light shivers in stephen’s eyes: a subtle touch of approval. he reaches down to stroke a hand over hakkyuu’s hair, thumb over the side of his face, and then his mouth, which he rubs just once, a single unnecessary touch. ]

Go on, then.

[And for as much as Hakkyuu had been trying to firm up his own resolve by saying that aloud, that one swiping touch from Stephen sends that juddering nervousness right to the pit of his belly to then spread out lower and finally push through to the very tip of Hakkyuu's prick in a dewy wet bead. This sort of thing shouldn't be allowed, really, especially not when it seems so effortless.

But he's thrown it down now and there's no way he's about to back down, so the zip gets drawn back with that quintessential sound accompanying it. There's a moment of pause though not a full falter as he reaches in, fingertips slowly creeping along the warm length of Stephen's cock to then coax him out through the space created.

Okay, there's the mental image of doing this and then there's being faced with the reality of doing this, and staring down the length and size of Stephen's prick suddenly makes this all very real. He's keenly aware though that stalling too long will encourage Stephen's encouragement, which is not actually something he wants to incur, so rather than let himself get too up in his head, Hakkyuu swallows then leans forward to drag his tongue up the full length of Stephen's cock in an experimental first direct contact.]

[ it’s a lot of cock to taste, even experimentally, and even stephen’s impressive restraint falters at the sight: hakkyuu, someone whose body he knows inside and out by now, too similarly alluring like this, leaner and lither and wet behind the ears; the slight suggestions of hesitation in the placement of his hands and the sloping lines of his shoulders; that tongue, pink, tentative, working its way up the length of stephen’s straining cock.

it’d take a stronger man not to groan the way he does, a long and rumbling reward for what on anyone else would be minimal effort but on this kid was so obviously an undertaking. his shaking fingers find their way to the nape of hakkyuu’s neck, neither pushing nor pulling but encouraging all the same. ]

[Somewhere over the course of the evening, Stephen's approval has appreciated in value without realising it. That noise that rolls forward from Stephen's chest feels like that elusive approval, especially coupled with the stead contact on the back of his neck.

It makes Hakkyuu pause at the hot crown of Stephen's cock, lips finding the full outline of that swelled head as he takes in both Stephen's reactions and ready himself for the next step, which is parting his lips further and leaning forward more to draw the first inch of Stephen's prick into his mouth. It's a very cautious first attempt, trying to be very aware of where his teeth and tongue are. Something barely on the outskirts of his awareness though is his complete lack of control over his gag reflex, which will probably become a problem for future them in very short order.]

[ stephen brushes his fingertips in the soft fringe of hakkyuu’s hair on the back of his neck, stroking his thumb over the skin in what seems more definitively to be encouragement. the head of his cock has that salt precome taste, the scent of long arousal. ]

... mmm. Go at your own pace.

[ helpful, helpful instruction. the only reason he doesn’t have to rush is that, undeniably, hakkyuu’s careful hesitation is as fucking torturously erotic as some of the messier blowjobs he’s had in this town. stephen’s going to have to revisit that thought later. hopefully he doesn’t learn something new about himself. ]

[Calling Stephen a jerk and a pervert seems entirely fair every time Hakkyuu has said it because he's done something to deserve the name-calling. And yet somehow, even with Hakkyuu's lips stretched tentatively around the top of the other man's dick, the way Stephen encourages and supports this whole process along and still has patience is quite admirable. It's at least an abstract thought of Hakkyuu's that Stephen's willpower could hit a limit at any point and the care he's shown with a surprising amount of consistently all night could come tumbling down.

It's quite the skill, if he thinks about it, to be a filthy bastard while also taking Hakkyuu into consideration at every step of all of this, coaxing him toward some utterly terrifying things that in his current state he'd seek to avoid for a good few more years otherwise.

The effect overall is that after Hakkyuu lifts his eyes toward Stephen for a few seconds to really see if he means what he's saying, Hakkyuu slowly leans forward, letting his mouth creep further down Stephen's cock not inch by inch but centermeters at a time, agonisingly slow, like he's nervous he's going to hit a trip wire.

And when he gets a little too nervous, he draws back, not to pull Stephen fully from his mouth but to give himself a bit of space to mentally and emotionally recover, the pace of his breathing picking up and pushing through his nose in mildly panicked puffs that warm the damp skin of Stephen's shaft while he grapples with the surreal reality of having someone's hard, leaking prick against his tongue.]

[ it’s a testament to how stephen is with people with less experience or finesse, truthfully. he’s inflexible on some things and terribly flexible elsewhere, a man who doesn’t often find himself in bed with people who don’t know what they’re doing but can roll with the punches anyway.

he’s also more inclined to be generous because it’s hakkyuu. hakkyuu, who doesn’t seem to particularly like him right now but remains grudgingly high in his regard; who maybe will hate him more after this, in the way men get after their raw nerves are exposed and leaned on too hard. things can’t get worse than they already are, stephen reasons, and so. he keeps his hand on the nape of hakkyuu’s neck. ]

It’s okay. [ good, even. but that’s not what needs to be said. ] Keep going.

[Even at his most experienced, Hakkyuu's gag reflex has a lower threshold to it compared to others, so its perhaps no massive surprise that his teenage self is finding this all a bit much to handle. Arguably, it's all been a bit much from the moment he walked in the room. Or maybe it's been a bit much even before that; the fight he pcked with Stephen didn't come out of nowhere.

But even tracing it all back to some nebulous point in time that's probably just the day Stephen stepped foot in Duplicity, Hakkyuu's ability to deal with the sensation of being in over his head exists more keenly as he closes out his twenties, nothing like the version of himself settled between Stephen's legs trying and failing to seem more in control of the situation than he is.

It's being caught in a space of not wanting to seem like he's scared or overwhelmed or backed off by anything, even when its worn so clearly on his sleeve, and it's also a kind of stubbornness that hears Stephen's encouragement and wants to match it like the challenge that it isn't; a paradoxical want to please in the form of a fuck you, i said i could do it where it's unclear who is really being spited as he bites off more than he can chew.

Small favours that the biting isn't literal as his head moves in slow, experimental bobs barely an inch or two down the full length of Stephen's cock, the edges of his mouth outlining the girth of the older man in a slim lasso of saliva that drags with each attempt to take more of him in, trying to ride out the impulse to pull back when a ripple of involuntary lurching rocks his body and his eyes squeeze shut against the way his eyes become reflexively wet and glassy.

It's just all inelegant, and not even the kind produced from not giving a fuck about appearances or allowing it to be part of the appeal--its the kind of mess produced from trying so hard to juggle too many delicate things and keep them all in balance without fully knowing how to catch. So invariably, it becomes a bit much.

And when it becomes a bit much, it's because he just gets too cocksure of himself, pushes too far too fast, doesn't have the real knowledge of how to hold out and so everything catches up too quickly--a the need for a full chest of air, the sense of nearly choking on Stephen's cock, too much spit in his mouth and not enough room to back off so when Hakkyuu does pull his lips fully free its only after a messy, muffled throat-deep moan and a wetness that drags right from the tip of Stephen's prick in a trail that snaps to trail down the corner of Hakkyuu's mouth to his jaw and chin in a sputter.

Yeah. It's all fairly mortifying, really. Maybe made worse by the fact it has his own cock throbbing and leaking without anywhere to hide--the perfect reflection of the state of his mouth as he lowers his head to cough and try and recover with a softly muttered '... Shit.']

[ stephen takes it all in hungrily: the tears stinging the corners of those unfamiliar-yet-familiar eyes, the drool sluicing its way down the unrefined angle of the kid’s jaw, the way the sloppiness of his face matches the wet mess of his hard cock. as far as blowjobs go, that had been a pretty poor showing, which means the main reason lust feels like it’s going to burn stephen alive from the inside out has everything to do with the fact that it’s hakkyuu--a man he hasn’t fucked in weeks, whose body he gets to relearn now in a way he was never meant to.

and he wants to, wants it desperately, so much so he’s been playing dirty old man for hours just to clear the runway to the inevitable. he’d been willing before to give credence to the idea that it was just because he’s a sick fuck. but there’s an unexpected pang of tenderness too, to look at hakkyuu now, to see the image of him so flustered and to compare it to a dozen other memories of hakkyuu drawing away long and lazy after sucking stephen’s soul out through his dick. it doesn’t make him not a sick fuck, to miss him in this moment. but he does. it doesn’t matter what that makes him, some manner of jilted lover or abandoned friend. he just misses him.

it’s in service of that tenderness that he reaches a hand out to this hakkyuu again, to pull him onto his lap. he puts their faces close again and rubs the heel of his hand with amused tenderness over the trail of spit down hakkyuu’s chin, follows up with a kiss, a gritty murmur against his jaw. ]

Not bad, kid. [ teasing, but not unkind. ] You’ll get there.

[The feel of Hakkyuu's body is a tight coil as Stephen draws him up near and close, except it lacks all the readiness of the trained, lean muscle he'll develop over time and instead is all about how humiliated he feels with a blatant failure that's very much on display.

He almost wants to shove Stephen away on principle, jam his hand right under the sorcerer's chin and not care if his tongue get caught between his teeth mid-speech. It's in Stephen's best interest that the version of intimacy he opts for in that moment is conveyed on some level with a version of murky clarity like something made from glass in mud that catches the light and glints without revealing its full form. There's something there that makes Hakkyuu's chest clench in a way he can't place and that really shouldn't feel so personal when it's a guy wiping spit from his mouth over an unsuccessful first attempt at sucking a guy off. It's paradoxical in a way that maybe Stephen just is as a person.]

So you gonna let me go another round or...?

[It's not really a coy question--more like a quiet, defensive snarl to try and disguise being shame-faced even as he leans in to follow after more of those kisses as he grips onto Stephen's forearm with his warmed fingers.]

I could.

[ this with an insouciant tilt of his head, fingers drumming idly low on hakkyuu’s sides. ]

I’ve also been hard for-- [ here, a slightly theatrical check of his watch ] --two hours. And ... [ his voice dropping from lackadaisical playfulness to, yes, more hunger. ] I’ve been thinking about fucking you the entire time.

[ it’s a ready enough admission, as if it hadn’t been obvious from the second hakkyuu had walked in the suite. he shifts somewhat against the headboard, easing hakkyuu along easily so he can feel the hot wet drag of stephen’s hard cock against the underside of his thigh, slipping in along against his ass just so. he lets out a faintly unsteady but pleased breath, looking down between them, the idle daydream of burying his cock inside him more important in the moment than hakkyuu’s embarrassment.

and then, an answering question: ]

You gonna make me ask nicely?

[Typically, Hakkyuu wouldn't leave Stephen unattended to for so long without a clear purpose behind it--to torment or edge him into a furious mess, but always with a sense of pay-off and end goal. Contrast to how he is now, there's a kind of naive, adolescent selfishness with no full sense of end goal or time already spent.

And as Stephen puts that desire back out into the open a second time for the evening (third time, technically, considering he repeated himself in the face of Hakkyuu's initial shock at the suggestion), the heat sparks at the base of Hakkyuu's spine, makes the warmth rise all the way up his spine to the back of his neck and sends an entirely unsubtle shudder through his whole frame in a way that he can't pass off with cold confidence.

He tries something, a slow, backward press of his hips against the rigid line of Stephen's cock, trying to ride away the anxious, fight or flight energy that ripples through him from the position of inexperience and focus on how undeniably hot Stephen is. Even if he scares him. And, whether Hakkyuu will admit it aloud (he won't), Stephen does scare him a little in this context, or at least the prospect of him, the ground he's already covered.

Running his tongue over his lower lip, Hakkyuu dares himself to lean forward as he reaches back, the tips of his fore and middle fingers pressing and dragging along the underside of Stephen's cock.]

Would you? [And as his hand reaches back, his face leans forward, teasing his lips close to Stephen's.] Would you ask nicely?

[Somewhere in the shadows of the room, Hakkyuu's older self could well be asking the real question: should you ask nicely?]

[ it’s a poor preview of how it’ll feel actually inside hakkyuu’s body, inside the tight vise of his ass, but a preview nevertheless. stephen weathers the touch with idle patience, eyelashes fluttering just the once at the too-welcome play of fingertips over hot sensitive skin. he can’t deny by now there’s a part of his brain that has been irrevocably, darkly enticed by the novelty of the experience--for himself, a guy who doesn’t often seek out pornographic experience for its own sake--and then also for this version of his friend, beyond any shadow of a doubt a virgin, fox kit with milk teeth. earlier he thought there were worse people hakkyuu could have ended up in this situation with.

he’s less certain now, his voice slipping out between them in a silk haze: ]

Please. [ his mouth moves deliberately against hakkyuu’s, heated whiskey breath for him to inhale. ] Please, can I fuck you.

[ his hands, long-fingered on hakkyuu’s waist, dip down to knead over hakkyuu’s ass. ]

It’ll hurt. And then ... you’ll enjoy it, I think.

[ he’s so slender. stephen, wound up and unkind, is already thinking about how easy it’ll be to maneuver him, up and down, like a sleeve for his cock. thankfully he manages to be reasonable out loud. ]

You’ve enjoyed yourself so far.

[He isn't necessarily expecting Stephen to actually ask again, either nicely or otherwise. In a sense, this is all just window-dressing for an eventuality that they both know is coming. There's not an if anymore, just a when and everything being presented here is just for flavour and affect.

Hakkyuu is practically already on Stephen's dick after all, not yet enough for sure, but virtually there. Virtually yes without fully saying it. They made a deal though--whatever happens stays in this room.

It'll hurt. And then ... you’ll enjoy it, I think.

Hakkyuu, even at this age, isn't afraid of the prospect of pain, has plenty of tolerance for it. It's something that he can grasp onto with confidence even if the prospect of the act of sex continues to loom and become more and more prominent and defined.

He leans back, pressing in as Stephen grasps him firm and tight with a close to a steady resolve as he can muster in that moment as he swallows deeply, the getsure trickier than it might seem and enough to make it viewable from the way his body is stretched back over Stephen's.]

So show me. [And in this flicker of boldness, with a faux smug smirk he adds--] Are you going to do it like you do with him?

[With me is what he means, but it's too close and messy already to phrase it that way.]

I don’t fuck anyone the way I fuck him.

[ in a long line of unusual confessions that the night has drawn out of him, this one is relatively harmless. he practically drawls it out, even as his fingertips find their way down the cleft of hakkyuu’s ass. there’s a ripple of magic, something like a flicker of ozone scent in the air, and then: wet and steady fingertips, ambling their comfortable way towards hakkyuu’s hole. ]

Seems only fair to extend you the same courtesy.

[ he’s taking his time here, massaging slickness tenderly around his rim first, watching him with lazy but focused attention. ]

[If Hakkyuu knew more about things between him and Stephen he may have picked up on the sense that Stephen has shared several secrets with him that would likely not have been voiced were it not for the effects of the city in play and the impression that the contemporary bridges are burnt enough that nothing in this room matters anymore.

What happens in this room and all that.

That doesn't mean that Stephen's answer doesn't seem significant in some way, hanging between them like some kind of ripe fruit that Hakkyuu isn't sure he should reach for in that moment.

It's a moot point though as the warmth of Stephen's fingers caress in that unexpectedly slick way that makes Hakkyuu sit upright more, eyes wide and muscles tense like he's again contemplating fleeing. It's probably only that he keeps his eyes so fixed on Stephen's face that allows him to ride out the initial shock of the sensation. Vrenille had talked about this. The details. The feelings. Not the magic for sure, but it's familiar in an academic sense even if the precipice of the reality has his heart racing and the colour rising in his skin again already.]

You sure you can handle that? With the arthritis or whatever.

[He knows it's not that even if he can't place how he knows. Maybe it's a bid to make the mood feel jilted, a little swipe at some self-sabotage that he already knows is his gut isn't going to stick as he runs his hand slowly over the shape of Stephen's forearm behind him. All very paradoxical and contradictory.]

[ stephen huffs at the suggestion that he has arthritis. it’s only a matter of time, sure, the extant damage having increased his likelihood of incurring it early tenfold, but that doesn’t make the prospect less funny in the moment. ]

You’ll know if I can’t.

[ he starts to tease a long index finger inside him. he’s slow, and though he keeps an eye out for any real discomfort on hakkyuu’s part he’s also far from hesitant, as if he has perfect confidence in what he presumes hakkyuu can or can’t handle. by way of minor distraction he tilts his head again to mouth at hakkyuu’s jawline, nose over the slender plane of his throat, as his finger pushes in further, inexorably, to a bent but unwavering knuckle. ]

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