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[ It had all started with an incident on Sephira Island. The singularity has marched in with more confidence than caution; Sandalphon, Vyrn, Lyria and several other crewmates by her side, explaining her brazenness by saying they were experienced enough with the different routes across it and the manner of creatures to be found in it that they would likely be done with their expedition soon, confident that they'd blaze through any troubles with sheer brute force as they had always done. Having seen her prowess enough to trust in it and having been with her on such expeditions before, most of the other crewmaters, too, saw no reason to argue; even Sandalphon was starting to think the amount supplies they brought along with them on these investigations slowed them down more often than help.

What they had all clearly forgotten was the original reason for the caution they approached it with; that Sephira Island was secluded, and so they were vulnerable, and even the girl in blue's own exceptional power was restricted. And it was the opportunity that a certain creature was waiting for to strike— in the midst of a battle that required more firepower, the Singularity called for the power of the fallen angel of cunning himself, a portion of it absorbed by Lyria that had enough of its own will for the rotten character of the original to be preserved with it. The cost of this power, the charm spell Belial would place upon them alongside the other increases in their abilities, seemingly just for his own amusement, was usually far more manageable, but had proven almost fatal under such conditions. The monster they were fighting took advantage of their inability to properly fight back, and rendered the expedition crew alive but unconscious, and badly wounded.

Everyone except Sandalphon, who fought to his last ounce of strength, refusing and unrelenting to surrender to his own wounds. He had just barely managed to fight through the spell enough to land a finishing blow and finish the job in their stead, before succumbing to the charm and his own exhaustion, just barely hanging to consciousness by a thread, and into the mindless sensation of blankness of the charm still on him.

That had been the second mistake; he had realized that the second he saw Belial's form materialize in front of him.

Nobody had seen what happened next. Nobody knew. No one but the Singularity herself, and even then, just barely— he'd caught her eye— half-open, hazy, only briefly before she had dropped back to unconsciousness— in the middle of it, barely able to perceive everything around him beyond pure sensation, and barely thought anything of it, in the heat of the moment. When it was over Sandalphon felt lightheaded, dizzy, as if his body has detached from the earth, struggling to comprehend what has happened. It hadn't even dawned on him what Belial has done to him until much later, and with it, his own feelings about it.

The Singularity had humbly conceded that she may have been rather reckless; but none of their wounds were fatal, so they had survived, made use of the supplies they had brought and made camp to rest up for the night and heal up. She had later come to talk to Sandalphon in private, apologizing, practically with tears in her eyes, guilt radiating off her. Alway far too soft-hearted and naive for her position. He had assured her he bared her no ill will or resentment over the incident, did not hold her responsible, and, looking at her, didn't feel the need to say 'I told you so' over the many, many times before he protested over making use of Belial's power. She clearly didn't need him to.

And so they simply agreed not to talk of it ever again. The Singularity has asked him about how he felt, fretted over him, worried over his mental state, and it had been a struggle to shut her down, but seemed to relent when he told her he'd rather she not bring it up, and she seemed to find that agreement the most conscientious thing to do. Sandalphon had been affected, certainly. He hadn't stopped thinking about it, what he could remember. He just didn't need her or anyone else to know the real reason why. The captain seemed to think he was traumatized. He didn't feel the need to explain that the memory of both being on the receiving end of the charm and the... physical part of experience, the touch, had fascinated him and that some part of him may have long to feel it again.

Time passed since then; months, over a year, and with how long they haven't spoken of it, the incident was forgotten until the man himself had joined their crew. Over that time, his power has grown. And with it, his... fascination, and his frustration. The many, many attempts to stave of the something that the experience lit up in him. He tried not to consider the idea that this is the reason he protested less than he should have when the choice to let Belial join them was made, and when the Singularity came to talk to him about the subject with an air of guilt to her, and he agreed to her reasoning without as much of a struggle as she too seemed to expect. Having Belial around as a constant reminder, labeling all his attempts to forget the incident not only fruitless but doing the opposite, amped up his frustration to degrees that were starting to become unbearable.

So when the thought I could just ask him pipes up, he spends several minutes mulling it over and telling himself it would be utterly ridiculous, that it would be the most foolish thing he could ever think of doing. Quite telling, maybe, that he doesn't reject it out of hand and gives it more than a passing thought. Instead the thought stays around, egging him on at night in his frustrations, until one day, something in him simply can't take it anymore.

And so, wondering at how he's actually not just considering but going through with so unbelievable an act, he one day approaches Belial directly. He finds him on the ship, walking towards him with a scowl, keeping his tone brusque, hoping his demeanor will do enough to conceal his intent to make it come off as entirely impersonal business. ]

Belial. [ Sandalphon grabs him tightly by the wrist and pulls at him to follow, with the intend of leading him somewhere into the more secluded corners of the ship, where they won't be overheard or seen. ] We need to talk.

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[ Belial's hand on his head, the pull on his hair, feels like an anchor; steadying, keeping him in place, guiding him through the blissful hazy uncertainty that has become his world. Sandalphon eagerly dips his head and follows its direction, pressing his tongue to the base of his cock; the taste fills his senses, not what could be called delicious but not unpleasant either, and it feels so warm. His tongue stuck out, he moves in a slow, steady motion upwards across the organ, occasionally moving his tongue to lick from side to side to try covering as much of it as he could reach, not even thinking to mind or consider how he looks, the way he would under normal circumstances.

When he reaches the head, Sandalphon pauses thoughtfully for half a second to reconsider. By 'make out', he assumes that Belial's instructions mean that he wants to treat it as if he were kissing another person's mouth, like— the memory of Belial shoving his own tongue in his mouth stirs within him vividly. Cruelly and yet sweetly taking his first kiss while holding down his weakened, pliant body and fucking him, intruding on every part of him he would reach. He shivers at the thought, heat pooling in his thighs, his own cock not stirring yet but his body willingly responding to the signal and ready to bounce back in spite of the recent orgasm.

Sandalphon closes his eyes, focusing on the memory as he tries to recreate it here as he follows the instructions; presses a single wet kiss to the head, and then opens his mouth and wraps his lips around it in a small opening— not quite deep enough to take it all in yet, but enough to leave room for his tongue to lick it, lapping up the precome even through its starkly bitter taste, then flicking his tongue in motions, around the head, up and down, side to side, taking it just a bit deeper into his mouth so he can slide his tongue across it in slower, longer motions, the way he remembers Belial sliding his tongue against his own.

Maybe, the finds himself thinking, if he does well enough kissing here, when he's done he could get a real kiss from Belial, too. ]

Edited 2020-06-04 01:09 (UTC)

[ belial makes no attempt to stifle the moan that slips out when sandalphon drags his tongue along his length, making his toes curl inside his shoes. the heat of his mouth against his sensitive flesh sends goosebumps along his skin and another droplet of precum slides down the head. ]

What a good boy you are. [ he coos in a way that almost comes across as patronizing, letting go of the ahoge to work his hand through the locks of hair, brushing his fingertips against his scalp in a slow but firm circular motion. brown hair and beautiful red eyes—subtlety really wasn't lucifer's strong point, that's for sure. he's thought about the similarities before, but having sandalphon up close like this really makes it obvious. ]

It's like you were made just for this.

[ he closes his eyes, breath coming out heavier as he feels the light pressure of lips against his tips followed by the wet heat as sandalphon takes him into his mouth, moving his tongue in a way that makes his grip tighten against his head. perspiration begins to form at the back of his neck and he opens his eyes again, watching intently, not wanting to miss out on a second of it. it's such a beautiful sight, the supreme primarch on his knees for him, sucking him off like it's his duty to do so. ]

[ Under any other circumstances, Sandalphon would hear that patronizing tone, would be incensed by it, every word lighting up a heat of humiliation and fury. Right now, all he hears is Belial's low voice rumble pleased moans in response to his efforts, hears words of praise for how well he does coming from his lips. All he feels is the heated organ throbbing against his tongue, another surge of salty liquid rolling into his mouth, a small droplet of it running down his chin, Belial's hand rubbing a soothing motion on his head and hair.

For a second he feels as if he should object to being told that this is what he's made for, the implication that it's his purpose— the idea feels meaningful, somehow, but he can't remember why. No, rather, he likes hearing Belial say that. He likes the way it feels, to obey Belial, to be praised for it, to be told he's good at pleasing him, and being called good boy makes his heart flutter happily, while heat pools between his thighs, making him squirm in place and shake his hips as he feels his softened cock twitch and stir. A pleased moan comes out in a low vibrating hum, smothered by the efforts of his mouth.

Encouraged, he quickens the movements of his tongue, flicking from side to side and licking faster and faster, taking Belial in just a bit deeper. He wants to go even faster, take him in all the way to the base and feel him press against his throat— not even thinking to question whether he even could fit it in that deep, or of the risk of hitting his gag reflect— but Belial hasn't told him to. He wants to use his hands to stroke him, touch him the way he touches himself and knows he would probably enjoy, too, but Belial hasn't told him to do that, either. Instead, he opens his eyes and looks back up at Belial, almost as if to spur him on to give him more instructions, to tell him what to do next, the look in his eyes all but pleading. ]

[ belial's teeth catch against his lower lip as he feels his cock slide deeper into the hot wet heat and moves his thumb across sandalphon's forehead, brushing chestnut strands aside and then watching them fall back into place. could he possibly get any cuter? ]

You like being called that, don't you? [ he lets out an amused breath of air; he had a hunch sandalphon would be especially receptive to being praised after being created as a useless spare and spending millennia locked away in that tower, stewing in his own lack of self-worth and bitterness. ] Keep being good for me.

[ he hunches forward a little, curved slightly over sandalphon. fuck, his mouth feels so good and if he didn't have any restraint he'd be pushing sandalphon's head down onto his cock, force him to take him all the way to the hilt until his nose touches the patch of pubic hair. what a sight it would be, watching sandalphon choke and drool around his cock, and being given no respite as belial fucks his throat raw. perhaps in a few sessions, provided sandalphon comes back for more, he'll start pushing him out of his comfort zone and start playing rough. just gotta ease him into it. ]

Don't force yourself take more than you think you can handle. Use your hands where your mouth can't reach. [ he murmurs between heavy breaths, cheeks dusted a shade of pink as he looks down, meeting sandalphon's gaze. ] Don't forget about the balls; they need attention, too.

[ Under normal circumstances, Belial's consideration would make Sandalphon laugh bitterly. He'd already taken his first time, his first kiss, put him under his control and taken advantage of him; that was definitely more than he could handle. Compared to that, a little bit of challenging himself when giving head would seem like a joke.

As it is, right now, Sandalphon doesn't have much of a sense of his own boundaries, so the direction leaves him somewhat confused instead. What does he think he could handle? It feels almost absurd to contemplate his own comfort beyond the most basic ways. How can he care about any of it with Belial in front of him, praising him, telling him to keep being good, responding to his efforts to please him so clearly? He wants draw out more of those noises, spur on that blush on his face, see how Belial looks when he comes; he'd accept whatever Belial does to him or wanted him to do, no matter how it made him feel on his own, would let himself be used as a toy or an object if it what was Belial wanted, anything so long as it pleased him, all the more so for the end point to be that Belial would finally fuck him again. He finds himself caught between wanting to follow the order not to push himself and to completely disregard any personal discomfort to pleasure this center of his whole world the best he could whatever it takes from him.

Still, Belial surely knows best, and his instructions don't seem too complicated or difficult. Sandalphon is quick to follow; he wraps a hand around the base of his cock and presses another to his balls as he slides him in another inch deeper, the further in he can to cover the remainder of his exposed skin; the whole length of him covered by his hand and mouth, lips meeting the side of his palms, he continues his earlier ministrations, tongue sliding and circling across one half while his lips while his hand and fingers stroke in all the spots he himself likes to be touched best. His other hand fondles the balls a little more clumsily in spite of his efforts; the combination of the charm and the struggle to focus on three different actions at once. He closes his eyes briefly to refocus himself and then opens them back up as he continues, meeting Belial's eye and watching his expressions and reactions intently, studying every inch of the man looming above him, a presence as intimidating and alluring as he is comforting and steadying. ]

[ belial's thighs jerk involuntarily at a white burst of pleasure that cascades through him as sandalpon fondles his testicles between his fingers, soft and delicate against the sensitive skin. sandalphon might not be the best at doing oral—at least not compared to the many many lovers belial has gone through like tissue paper over the years—but getting serviced by the supreme primarch himself is what truly elevates the experience to one worth remembering. just watching his mouth stretch around his girth is making his mouth feel simultaneously overstimulated with saliva and bone dry. ]

Nghh— [ a grunt, followed by a sharp intake of air; even the way belial breathes is practically dripping with arousal. he's starting to feel a knot form in the pit of his stomach with each swipe of sandalphon's tongue, building toward his orgasm. ] S-Sandy, I'm gonna come soon—

[ tentatively, he pushes his hips forward, making sandalphon take another inch or so into his mouth. the way sandalphon is looking at him with those doe eyes tells him he could be much rougher and sandalphon would love every second of it, but he'd rather be too careful than have sandalphon be angry at him for going too far once the charm wears off. ]

Want me to come in your mouth? [ he pauses, pulling back slightly. ] Or maybe you'd prefer having my seed on your pretty face?

[ Sandalphon likes the noises Belial makes, the way Belial's whole body reacts to the touch, the raw, potent arousal in every movement and sound, the pleasure written so plainly in those shameless expressions on his flushed face. He's never seen him like this before, and as much as he feels a swell of pride and excitement from knowing he himself is responsible, it's also such an utterly captivating sight he almost forgets to focus on his task. He can't wait to see what Belial looks like when he finally does come.

To that end, he happily accepts it and takes it in when Belial pushes himself deeper into his mouth, fascinated by the sensation of his mouth being so full, undettered even by the odd taste of precome flooding his senses or the way his mouth strains to contain it and he struggles to keep his teeth away.

Both mental images that Belial's words paint sound so good that just these hearing them make him shudder with such pleasure he might well be the one being serviced himself. Taking Belial's gesture as permission to pause and answer, he slides his mouth off with a wet, slick sound and a low noise. His voice is hoarse when he speaks, as if he hadn't used it for years, his breaths heavy, but he answers, earnestly: ]

Either sounds nice. [ The thought of what it would feel like to have Belial inside his mouth when he comes, to feel him so close when he reaches the peak, and being forced to swallow it all down, or his own mouth and hand working him over until he feels the sensation of Belial's warm come covering his face, spraying all over him, marking him. On the other hand, he's not confident he could handle the first, in his inexperience, and he wouldn't want to disappoint Belial by messing up, and surely all matters now is how he can please Belial more. ] I think... on my face would be better. I've never swallowed it down before... I don't think I'd be good at it.

[ belial grunts quietly when sandalphon slides his mouth off him; he'd given him permission to, but there's a certain frustration in having that pleasure suddenly come to a halt regardless, especially with him coasting towards the edge. as sandalphon replies, belial rubs the tip of his erection against his cheek, smearing saliva and precum over it. ]

I'm sure that with a little training you could swallow down my load like a champ. [ he purrs and slides his hand down the side of sandalphon's face, profiled by the lighting pouring in from the porthole window. he's got such a pretty face, with a nice jawline and eyelashes that catch the light in the most arousing way possible. (he doesn't intend to aim for the eyes, but he likes the mental image of droplets of semen ending up clustered in those lashes.) ] Bet you'd like that, hmm? Being trained by me.

[ he exhales an amused breath of laughter and drags his cock over the soft curve of sandalphon's lips, pushing insistently to get him to open his mouth and get back to work. a soft hiss passes his lips when the underside of his erection 'accidentally' grazes against sandalphon's teeth but the pain only makes the pleasure all the sweeter, both sensations twisting and tangling tight in his gut.

he rolls his hips slowly as to not overwhelm sandalphon, hand returning to grab at his hair and his pulse seems to hasten with each movement; it doesn't take long before he feels something tug at his midsection, signalling his impending orgasm. there's a stutter of his hips that breaks up the rhythm before he pulls out just in time to spill his release over sandalphon's lips and chin in thick strands, his expression contorting with pleasure. ]

Edited 2020-06-13 20:07 (UTC)

[ Sandalphon leans into the touch on his face, relishing the contact, both of his fingers and cock. Belial talking about training leaves him both a little confused and excited. He's not sure what it means besides teaching him how to swallow, but he's pleased with Belial teaching him exactly how to please him so he can do it better, and by the way he says it, it really does sound nice. It seems to echo in his mind and reverberate, the thought stroking the slowly steadily growing fire that has reawakened all too quickly. Before he can respond or even think on his answer, Belial's sliding himself back in, and he takes it in happily, somewhat dismayed when in his hurry he seems to, in spite of his best efforts, recklessly let his teeth graze it— yet he swears the noise Belial makes doesn't sound like a displeased one.

Whatever the case, he's quick to get back to work, continuing the workings of his hand and mouth from earlier with as much if not more enthusiasm, as if there had been no interruption, spurred on by again feeling Belial grabbing at his hair, the dull pain in his scalp its own sweet counterpoint to the pleasure he takes just in this action and his current position. He can feel in the intensifying throbbing that Belial is getting even closer, but when he finally does it comes almost as a surprise. He's never experienced watching someone orgasm from this close and from his own hand and it leaves him dizzy and confused before his attention refocuses on Belial's face. The sight of him, the look on his face, is utterly captivating— and Sandalphon doesn't even notice the liquid splattering his lips, so transfixed he is watching such a perfectly handsome face that seems to be the center of his whole world in this moment shift in an expression that so he loses himself to pure uncontrollable pleasure. The thrill of it all resonates deep, deep within Sandalphon, somewhere deeper than his own core.

He would almost be disappointed that it didn't splatter further upwards and closer to his eyes, were it not for how he gets to see this for himself. ]

Belial...

[ He lets out a stuttering breath, biting his lip, finally registering the warmth of sticky come on his mouth and chin— he likes the feeling, but the need within him arising again is so potent, his burning lust so raw, he's unable to focus on it. The longing to finally feel Belial inside him again, to feel those lips pressed against his own and that tongue in his mouth, to be stripped of all his remaining clothes, bared to him, and then, finally, taken and fucked— it's becoming downright unbearable, all the more so now, and he wants to ask him, to beg him, to do all of these things at once, and the influx overwhelms him until he is unable to voice any of it. Something seems to slowly dampen his ability to speak, as if the pleasant fog in his head is reaching in even deeper after it settled in, coaxing such functions into sleep. ]

[ belial's orgasm subsides to a trickle, his cock softening to half-mast—not entirely flaccid but he'll probably need a minute or two to get it back to full hardness. the familiar post-orgasm haze settles nicely around his mind, blotting out his ability to think clearly and he feels breathless and boneless. a patina of sweat gleams on his brow and he blinks slowly as he tries to steady his breathing somewhat, casting his gaze downward to look at his handiwork.

sandalphon looks like a good little cockslut with seed decorating his face; his only regret is that there isn't enough white streaking his face and dripping down his chin. next time, he'll make sure to aim for his forehead and hair—the supreme primarch deserves a crown of white upon his pretty head. ]

Ah... hah... [ his chest is rising and falling rapidly, but he's starting to regain control of his breathing and the pleasant fog is beginning to clear up. he strokes sandalphon's hair fondly and another moment passes before he feels like he can string together a coherent sentence. ] White is a good look on you.

[ belial takes another couple of seconds to admire the sight of the supreme primarch on his knees with his lips covered in seed before pulling on sandalphon's hair, not too roughly, to bring him up from his kneeling position. then he leans in to run his tongue across sandalphon's mouth, lapping up the liquid clinging to his soft lips before pulling back. ]

C'mon, let's get you fully undressed. [ he reaches down to hook his fingers under that pesky turtleneck, pulling it up over sandalphon's torso. ]

[ Following his lead, Sandalphon stands up on somewhat shaky legs, feeling a mild ache in his knees, that turn shakier and wobblier, nearly buckling, when Belial leans in and his heart jumps in his place, thinking he's finally going to get a kiss. It's almost what he wants— Belial cleans him up instead, and he feels rather like a cat being groomed, but he can't feel disappointed by it, enjoying both what registers to him as a tender display of care and the sensation of Belial's tongue licking across his face and mouth, a low content humming in his throat coming as a response.

He follows even more eagerly when Beial sets to undress him— a certain self-conciousness humming low and quiet, almost unheard, a whisper of a thought, at the back of his mind, overtaken by his eagerness to continue and to finally be rid of his last remaining clothing. He raises his arms to allow Belial to tug it off over his head, sighing with relief when he does so at having the tight fabric soaked with his own sweat finally off, and taking the initiative to grab at the hem of his leggings and roll them downwards before it registers that he's still wearing his shoes. His impatient attempts to shake them off his feet prove fruitless, and the further attempts to tug them away by hand equally unsuccessful and made even clumsier by that impatience and lack of coordination. ]

[ belial pulls the turtleneck over sandalphon's arms and tosses it on top of the hoodie on the chair, raking his gaze over his now exposed torso. he licks his lips at the sight and instead of helping sandalphon, he gets himself fully undressed—he steps out of his shoes and pushes them off to the side with his foot, then pushes his pants and underwear down until they fall around his ankles. ]

Having trouble, hmm? [ he says with a teasing lilt to his voice and he chuckles, the sound reverberating deep from his chest. he watches him passively for another couple of seconds, finding the sight both humorous and cute, before gingerly taking hold of his shoulders and maneuvering him backwards until the back of his legs hit the side of the bed. ]

Let me help you with that. [ he guides him down into a sitting position, then reaches down to hook his fingers under sandalphon's calf, lifting it up so he can ease the shoe off his foot. it falls to the floor with a soft thud and he puts his leg back down so he can do the same with the other one before tugging his leggings off the rest of the way.

the sight of sandalphon's bare legs sends a fresh wave of arousal through him, going straight to his cock. ] You have such beautiful slim legs, Sandy. I wouldn't mind being choked between your thighs.

[ Sandalphon settles comfotably on the bed, happy to be close to it, and happier to be tended to and have even the responsibility of undressing himself taken off his hands. He watches Belial, fully naked, removing his shoes, eying up his perfect fully-bare form that's completely exposed to him for the first time. The sight of Belial tending to him in this way sends inexplicable rush through him that's different from anything he's felt before.

Before he can examine it too closely, though, Belial is taking off his leggings and praising his body again, and it's replaced by another rush of warmth that contrasts with the pleasant coolness and relief of air on more and more of his bared skin. Only his underwear, somewhat damp and clinging uncomfortably to him, acts as the final barrier. He could take it off himself, for sure, but quickly decides he'd rather have Belial do it himself— Belial comparing him to unwrapping a present comes to mind again, and he likes the thought of being unwrapped by his hands as if he is a gift delivered to and meant for him.

The next thing Belial says leaves him visibly confused, though, and he furrows his brow trying to decipher it or understand how to answer. It takes a few moments before he answers in a low, soft voice: ] Why would I do that? [ He pauses, and asks, hesitantly: ] Do you want me to?

Oh, you're adorable. [ belial laughs in a light, half-mocking manner. sandalphon is trying so hard to get those cogs in his head to spin and work through the sweet fog blanketing his mind belial almost feels sorry for him. but only almost. he tosses the leggings aside and slides sandalphon's underwear over his knees and down his legs. ]

As much as I'd love to have you choke me with those legs of yours, erotic asphyxiation isn't something you do during your first time.

[ he said he'd keep things vanilla and it's the complete opposite of that, even if he'd be on the receiving end and there's little actual risk involved when oxygen deprivation wouldn't kill him. worst case scenario he'd just black out for a couple of minutes before waking up, ready for more; one of the benefits of immortality is that he can explore his kinks without having to worry about things like safety.

throwing sandalphon's underwear over his shoulder, he sensually trails his fingers over his thigh, enjoying the feel of soft smooth skin against his fingertips as he slowly works them closer and closer to the junction between his leg and pelvis. ]

[ Sandalphon's body seems to react to the signal given off by his underwear too finally being slipped off him; his cock stirs, not quite rising to full hardness but settling into a half-mast, willing to jump back to full hardness with just a touch, a kiss, even just the words from Belial's own mouth. The arousal from the experience of sucking Belial off spurred on further by Belial's very proximity, by the anticipation of what's to come. ]

My first...?

[ It slips out on its own, but the thought is interrupted by the touch of Belial's hands, so close to the core of that heat pooling and throbbing in his body. Right, he thinks vaguely as he realizes, it's the first time for this Belial. More importantly, Belial's hands feel so nice on his thighs, the way these simple trailing touches spur on his excitement. Sandalphon feels warm all over, and so is his body, his skin, blood throbbing beneath Belial's fingers, heart thumping in his chest, steady yet calm, a paradoxical mix of perfect relaxed bliss with an impatient frenzy that carries with it no tension.

His hands behind him for support, Sandalphon leans backward, back lightly arched, and shifts his legs to open ever so slightly in what's both a clear invitation for Belial's hands to wander down between them and what he hopes is an equally clear signal for Belial to get there faster. ]

[ belial's mouth curves as he watches sandalphon begin to harden beneath his gaze and he runs the tips of his tongue over his lips in appreciation of the sight. he doesn't think he'll do it today when he'd rather pin sandalphon to the mattress and fuck him hard and deep, but he'd like to put his mouth on him sometime, take the entirety of his length and find out what kind of noises he'd make when he hits the back of belial's throat. ]

Hmm? [ the two words catch belial's attention and he looks at him with a questioning gaze, eyebrow arched into his forehead. one hand moves to circle over sandalphon's pubic region, passing close but not quite touching his cock. ] Is this not your first time?

[ it might just be the charm that's confusing sandalphon's poor little mind as he struggles with coherency, but something about the way those words slipped out makes him curious enough to ask. he can't imagine sandalphon as being anything but a virgin before this encounter happened, but maybe he's wrong and their dear captain managed to get into those leggings before he did. oh, now that's a pleasant mental image—sandalphon on his back with djeeta on top of him, hands on his chest as she works herself up and down his cock. ]

[ The last thing Sandalphon wants right now is more talking and less touching, and the way Belial's hand teases him, circling so close to where he needs it but not quite, signaling how they're getting closer to what he wants yet not quite giving it, all while keeping him pinned beneath his gaze that seems to hold such power it controls his body for him— it could very well drive him mad. But thought to ignore Belial's question to urge him to hurry doesn't come, and the second he registers the question he opens his mouth to answer, then pauses as the genuine curiosity of Belial's tone and expression and the full meaning of the words register.

What slips out, then, on its own, instead of a proper answer, is a small, soft exhale that sounds almost wistful. ]

... You don't know... you don't remember after all.

[ In spite of himself, he suddenly realizes he's disappointed, and a shadow passes over his face. Even knowing from experience of Lyria having a copy of his own power and fully understanding that Belial's summon crystal and the man himself are not the same, not connected enough to share memories directly... the thought that Belial didn't remember their true first time together, truly doesn't remember what he's done to him, leaves him a bit dejected. Some deep part of him may have hoped they could share in this experience, and something the thought of Belial doing something that effected him so deeply and not even remembering it himself just feels unfair.

Sandalphon audibly swallows, biting his lip tensely as he glances down to the side, suddenly self-conscious and nervous, as he tries to find some way to answer properly. Just the memories welling up make him shudder at the reminder of each sensation, with the intensity of the experience returning to him. He wants to spill it all out right here, what has happened, how it occupied his mind, how he's been unable to free himself at night from needing it again, how it lead him here in desperation and yearning need. But each one of these confessions already are so overwhelming, and they fight within him to get out all at once, none of them making space for the other and leaving him lost and tongue-tied. ]

Edited 2020-06-23 21:18 (UTC)

[ ah, shit. it's hardly the first time the person he's taken to bed has gotten upset—sometimes there's outbursts of tears, men and women alike asking if they meant anything to him at all (to which he'd usually laugh because he never commits to anything in the long term, flings are fun but he doesn't get emotionally invested beyond a superficial level) because they'd deluded themselves into thinking he actually loved them—but he didn't expect anything of the sort from sandalphon. what in the skies happened to cause this reaction?

a subtle crease forms between belial's eyebrows and the glint of amusement is completely gone from his eyes. remember what? he has no idea what sandalphon could possibly be talking about—at face value it sounds like he has forgotten something but that doesn't make sense to him. he hasn't forgotten anything and if he did he'd be aware of the gaps in his memory. the summon doesn't even cross his mind as the cause behind this.

better to just ask him when he's incapable of lying. ]

I don't know what you're talking about, little sparrow. Tell me.

[ his voice is low with the slightest commanding lilt to it. his hand leaves sandalphon's pubic area to cradle his cheek instead, turning his head slightly until their eyes meet. don't look away. ]

[ The intensity of how Belial looks directly into his eye, the so clearly cut command and direct order, is so potent that Sandalphon can almost feel it like it were touching him physically. He feels tension rise and then be soothed by Belial's touch all at once, but it takes him a moment to collect his thoughts and finally get the words out; he struggles to keep looking Belial in the eye as he speaks, and his own gaze darts from side to side involuntarily as he speaks, as if his body is fighting with itself to maintain eye contact. Even without Belial directly telling him to maintain it, the way he looks at him feels like an order, feels like an equally clear-cut command, but it's all so difficult to talk about it's as if some part of him is searching for an escape. ]

Well— um. My first time... you already took it. [ Just letting out that simple statement, finally, makes such a massive surge of emotions well up in him, and some of them don't feel right, and it's confusing and he pauses to collect himself, wrapping his arms around his own body as if to protect himself from something he can't percieve, and then the next words come out in a rush. ] Your summon stone— there was an incident, when were on a mission, and it put us all under the charm, so we couldn't fight off the enemy... [ Nearly running out of breath, he pauses, takes a deep breath, inhale, exhale— ] I managed to break through just a bit, and eliminate it, but by then everyone else was knocked out, and then you—

[ He can't finish the sentence, but decides it's clear enough that he doesn't need to. His whole body throbs with arousal, and he shudders, feels his cock strain between his legs again, and presses them together tightly until his knees touch, and finally, unable to contain himself, squeezes his eyes shut. ]

...Y-you even took my first kiss... [ He feels vaguely like he was angry about that, like he wanted that to be... was he saving that for someone specific, or was he angry about it being Belial? Isn't that strange? Why would he want it to be anyone else? Opening his eyes again, he meets Belial's gaze timidly, his expression set into the slightest pout, maybe as if to say that it was unfair, or maybe because he wanted Belial to kiss him again just like then. ]

I see... [ belial trails off for a second or two, processing this new information. from what he's heard, the summon within the stone tends to be very unpredictable and can be either helpful or detrimental and it's a gamble every time lyria summons it; perfectly in character for a crystallized portion of his power. but it didn't occur to him that it might have enough of its own will and desire to take advantage of the situation in that way. be particularly mean to him, maybe, but not take it that far.

heh. little sandy had a taste of something he couldn't get enough of? ]

So you came to me because you wanted to relive that moment. You naughty little thing. [ dark amusement plays in the depths of his eyes and he holds his gaze firmly, rubbing soothing circles into sandalphon's cheek with his thumb. he wants to laugh, really—the sane thing to do would be to see a therapist, not find a way to reenact his trauma and get himself off to it. sandalphon really doesn't know how to cope, does he. but it led him to this moment, so belial really can't complain about sandy's terrible life choices. ]

Shame I didn't get to deflower you, but I'll make your second time better than the first—a mere copy can't hold a candle to the original.

[ belial nudges his knees apart and stands between them to keep him from closing them again, then leans down to press his mouth against sandalphon's in a demanding, heated kiss. he slants his head for a better angle, tongue running along the seam of sandalphon's lips in a demand for entry. ]

[ Belial's promise makes Sandalphon's face light up as if nothing in the world could make him happier; in this moment, in this state he's in, it probably is the case, and he wants to answer but forgets what he had wanted to say when his heart flutters and bursts beating in his chest at Belial finally pressing their lips together, at the sensation of Belial's sly tongue that has so changed him pressing against his mouth, urging him to open up, just like the summon did.

Sandalphon makes no resistance to having his legs spread open again, happy to have Belial between them and standing so close, and he opens his mouth happily to give Belial full access, responding to the kiss and returning it with an equal heat, the eagerness and hunger of a starving mortal. He moans into Belial's mouth, eager and needy and happy, feeling about as naughty as Belial told him he was and happier for it, trying to recreate everything the summon has done to him then— flicking his tongue against Belial's, sucking on it, biting his lips, everything he can remember, trying to return and give as much pleasure as he receives, if that were even possible.

When he vaguely feels the discomfort of oxygen running out, Sandalphon parts from him again, briefly, only just enough to catch his breath, gasping and sighing out, and to answer as he had wanted. ]

Then come on, hurry up... please, Belial... I need it so badly, I can't wait anymore, it's been so long... [ Panting and sighing, he quickly dives back into the kiss as if it were a feast, pressing his whole body against Belial's and grinding and rubbing against him in a desperation for contact, his fully hardened cock rubbing against Belial's leg and pressing into his skin. ]

[ belial kisses him hungrily, savoring the taste of him as his tongue delves into his mouth to explore every crevice and curve he can reach; he flicks it against the hard palate behind his teeth, then traces the contours of sandalphon's tongue with his own, claiming it all as his. he breathes out a shaky moan as sandalphon returns it with equal fervor, sending another wave of arousal to his now fully hardened cock. it curves against his stomach, aching for attention once more, the tip glistening.

his lungs begin to strain for oxygen but he continues to claim sandalphon's mouth, not stopping until sandalphon pulls away. he reflexively inhales a deep breath, feeling slightly dizzy and exhilarated. damn, he hasn't had a kiss that good in literal decades, he's on cloud nine right now. sandalphon is practically everything he'd ever want in a fucktoy. ]

Of course, of course. [ he murmurs breathily just as their mouths press together again. sandalphon's whole body is hot against his own and he slides his hand to the back of sandalphon's head, playing with the hairs there before sliding down the slope of his neck, resting against the still-present charm mark, feeling it pulse faintly against the palm of his hand.

he winds another couple of kisses together, groaning when he feels the heat of sandalphon's erection practically burning against his bare skin, and soon pulls back and steps away to the bedside table. ]

I know what you need and I'll give it you. [ he opens the drawer and pulls out a small bottle of lubrication. ] Lie on your back and spread your legs wide for Daddy.

[ Sandalphon feels his head swimming and a dizziness from the overwhelming sensation overtake him when Belial steps away for good. He gasps for air and breaths heavily as if coming up for air after a long underwater dive, an electrical current of pleasure and excitement running from his core to every part of his flushed hot body, his excitement just barely soothed by Belial's hand in his hair. Belial said this second time would be better— and already, this kiss— not even one, but several of them— was so, so much better. Much longer, more intense, more drawn out, with a real, raw passion to it that the summon didn't have, made so much better by sharing that sensation of being dominated and claimed over, even as this time it was something he could respond to an participate in, too. He feels Belial's own cock fully hard with pumping blood against him, and again the thought of himself being responsible for getting him this aroused fills him with a deep thrill.

While the phrasing makes him furrow his brow briefly in confusion and he pauses for a moment, blinking, before registering the command, it doesn't take much longer than that. Sandalphon drops back onto the bed, eaher to have his back settle and his whole body sink onto soft, comfortable sheets, and spreads his legs open as far as he can, even holding them in place with his own hands to keep them there. Watching Belial pull out the little bottle and recognizing it as lubricant only amps him up even more, and he bites down into his flushed lips in anticipation.

Still, he can't help but be curious— ]

You keep calling yourself that... um, I still don't understand what it means. [ There's a memory of someone trying to explain it to him at some point, but it must have not been successful. Normally he'd leave it alone, but if Belial said it twice already, surely that's something important, so he needs to understand it, right? ]

[ belial breathes out a small chuckle at that. ]

Mm, how to put it...? Sometimes mortals call their partners that because they see 'em as some kind of quasi-paternal authority figure. [ there's a brief pause as he contemplates going more in-depth and explain the daddy dom / little girl dynamic but he quickly decides that it's only going to leave poor sandalphon's fogged up brain even more confused. ]

Don't think about it too hard, Sandy.

[ he pushes the drawer shut and flicks the lid open as he steps back to the bed, taking a few seconds to drink in and savor how sandalphon looks with his legs spread wide like a whore waiting to be entered. the curve of his ass is one of the most gorgeous shapes belial has ever seen in his life and his cute asshole looks so inviting, making his pulse hasten with need and excitement. he squeezes a generous amount of translucent liquid onto his hand, carefully spreading it over his fingers and rubbing them together to warm it up a little.

he then runs his other hand over the back of sandalphon's thigh as he presses two fingers to his entrance, rubbing and teasing his thumb over the perineum as he smears the lubricant around. after several long moments, he finally eases a finger inside. ]

[ Since he told him not to think about it too much, it's probably not significant or important, but still, trying to consolidate this new information with everything else certainly does leave Sandalphon more confused. It's one thing that it's clearly another odd mortal quirk expressing itself in their equally odd choices of slang, but what is he supposed to make of Belial putting it to use? Does he want Sandalphon to see him or treat him in a similar way? Or is Belial himself who sees their relationship in such a way? Sandalphon can't even begin to have the slightest sense of what it means to have a parental figure, what it feels like, what such a a person would be like—

His confused, frustrated train of thought shows itself in his expression, but is interrupted by the surprise of Belial's finger entering him— with an ease that can be owed not just to the lubrication but to how his own body is already familiar with the sensation. He's only had Belial do it once before, though, and it's nothing like doing it himself— no, this isn't even anything like when the summon prepared him half-measuredly, crudely and impatiently rushing to the point, spitting into its palm and fingers. More to the point— it's a much more teasing, methodical touch, as if testing the waters, and this single finger is not enough. ]

M-more. [ How much more will he need to beg today before he gets what he needs, to finally have his hunger sated? His only concern is that as he's not sure how long he'll even hold on to his ability to form words at all. ] ... Please.