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vampirecatboy · 2 months

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it's my boy Aja's birthday, and i wanted to celebrate by letting him get his back blown out, so i wrote exactly that

3k, very explicit, you can check exact tags/read on ao3 here, or continue reading below

It was evening- or what passed for evening in this extraplanar facility- and Aja was alone in the dining hall. He didn’t know where his companions were, where the prisoners were, or any of the staff for that matter. He knew everyone was on a schedule, but it was too much information to rely solely on his memory.

There was one thing he did remember, and that was the devas’ schedule. Aya was there from eight in the morning to eight in the evening, and Zacharie took the remaining hours.

Aja knew it wasn’t smart to get involved with one of them. They were holy warriors of law and justice, and he was… well, he saw the law as more of a suggestion. If either of them found out about his past troublemaking, the entire mission would be ruined. He had already slipped up once, in front of Aya. Perhaps he should count himself lucky that she herself was morally questionable, close to falling. If it had been the other, if it had been Zacharie, he might not have been so lucky.

No, he shouldn’t get involved with them, but he couldn’t resist a pretty face, and they were both inhumanly beautiful. Aya didn’t interest him, beautiful as she was, as his inclinations skewed decidedly male, but Zacharie…

Zacharie was fair game.

Aja had already tested the waters with him, and he seemed curious, interested. It was a bad idea, a horrible idea, but Aja was a man with needs, and he wanted to see what Zacharie had beneath his clothes. He was over seven feet tall for gods’ sake. Imagine the size of his-

“There you are.”

Aja looked up at the sound of a familiar voice. It was Zacharie, of course it was Zacharie. No one else in the facility had a voice like his, with that deep, pleasing purr.

He stood and smiled as Zacharie approached him.

“Here I am,” he said. “Have you been looking for me?”

“Only since I got here,” Zacharie replied, leaning one hand on the table and tilting his head. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, you know.”

“What a coincidence,” he smiled coyly. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either.”

Zacharie smirked.

“You’re quite… big,” Aja said, toying with a lock of his own hair.

Zacharie stood up straight, stretching his wings out to their full breadth, then relaxing them as he leaned forward, towering over Aja.

“And you are quite… small,” he said, his eyes sparkling with interest.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t handle something big.” Aja didn’t try to hide his gaze drifting down to Zacharie’s groin. He hoped Zacharie would notice. It would make the meaningful eye contact that followed that much more meaningful.

“Can you?” he purred.

Aja reached up and dragged a finger down Zacharie’s chest.

“Want to find out?”

Suddenly the room was spinning, and his feet weren’t on the floor. He didn’t know what was happening until his ass hit the surface of the table and Zacharie’s mouth collided with his.

Zacharie had lifted him off the floor and dropped him onto the table like he weighed nothing. Gods, that was hot.

Aja wrapped his arms around the deva as he kissed him furiously, and Zacharie tore at his clothes. Zacharie’s lips were warm and soft, despite the aggressive nature of his kiss. The way he devoured Aja lit a fire in him. He wanted more. He wanted to spread his legs and let Zacharie take him.

He had managed to rid Aja of his clothes, Aja didn’t even know where he had tossed them. But he was naked, and as Zacharie latched onto his neck, Aja saw that he was now also without clothes, stripped down to nothing, showing everything .

And he was hung like a god .

Even soft, his cock was gorgeous, and Aja throbbed at the sight of it. It also didn’t hurt that Zacharie was currently sucking a healthy bruise onto his neck. He’d always enjoyed a mouth at his throat.

As Zacharie brushed his thumb over one of Aja’s pierced nipples, he couldn’t help reaching out and taking hold of the cock before him. His hand barely fit around its girth, and he wasn’t even hard yet. Aja felt a bit lightheaded.

Zacharie groaned and nipped Aja’s neck, as Aja began to tug on his cock. Out of curiosity, he attempted to cradle Zacharie’s balls in his free hand, but found he couldn’t fit them both in his palm.

Woof .

Aja weaved his fingers into Zacharie’s long, silvery white hair. Zacharie’s hand drifted down between his legs, no doubt to return the favor Aja was currently doing him. He was aggressive with his kisses- Aja’s neck would likely be littered with bruises by the time they were done- but his hand was gentle as he stroked Aja’s clit. He barely felt his fingers, and yet he knew they were there, making him ache.

Zacharie grew hard as Aja continued to stroke him, until Aja could no longer comfortably wrap his hand around him. He shivered with anticipation. Realistically he knew he would need more before he could take it, but the thought alone, imagining that massive cock sinking into him, filling him up, had him wetter than he’d ever been.

“Such a sweet little pussy,” Zacharie murmured, trailing his lips down to Aja’s chest. His fingers drifted lower, teasing his hole. “I can’t wait to ruin you.”

Aja cried out as he sunk two fingers inside him, squirmed as he began simultaneously sucking his nipple, and pumping his fingers into his body. Aja had to let go of him, get his hands under himself so as not to collapse with the force of his pleasure.

He bit his lip to try to stifle his voice, but it was no use, it felt too good. Those long fingers thrusting into him, that clever tongue toying with his piercing, they had him whining and moaning as if there was no risk of someone hearing him.

“So wet for me,” Zacharie said. “Do you like this?”

Aja nodded and let out a weak, “Uh-huh.”

Zacharie’s fingers brushed over his sweet spot, and Aja whimpered. Then Zacharie seemed to zero in on that spot, hitting it with every thrust, until Aja’s legs were shaking, until his hips were moving to meet those thrusts. He wanted more more more .

“Are you going to come for me?” Zacharie purred into his ear. “Are you going to come for me like a good boy?”

That did it. He grabbed onto Zacharie as his climax hit him, rode his fingers through one, two, three peaks. The arm he was using to hold himself up felt like jelly by the time the last pulses subsided. He collapsed onto his back.

But of course that wouldn’t be the end of it. Zacharie was still rock hard, and Aja wanted to take that cock.

Zacharie climbed onto the table, spread Aja’s legs, and pulled him halfway into his lap. Aja could feel his balls against his rear, and his cock rested on Aja’s stomach, nearly reaching his navel.

“You’ve never had anything like this, have you?” Zacharie asked, a smirk on his face as he stroked his cock. “Never had anything this big inside you.” He rubbed the head through Aja’s slick folds, circling his clit, still sensitive from his orgasm. Slowly, he pulled back, dragging his cock lower, until the leaking head kissed his hole. “Ready?”

Aja felt dizzy with anticipation, but he still managed to nod.

Zacharie pushed, carefully, and Aja’s mouth fell open as he was breached, inch by glorious inch. His pussy was spread wide on Zacharie’s cock, and it just kept going. By the time he felt Zacharie’s hips meet him, he couldn’t register much of anything else. He felt so full. He didn’t know how it all fit.

Then Zacharie began to move. Slowly at first, pulling back until just the tip remained inside him, then filling him again in one smooth motion, over and over. And just as his kisses were aggressive, his hips soon matched that, pounding into him with force. Aja always did like it a little rough.

The feeling brought forth was unceasing as Zacharie relentlessly fucked into him. His chest heaved, and his vision blurred. It took him a moment to realize he was crying, though it wasn’t from pain, it was the polar opposite. He felt so fucking good, he couldn’t think straight.

The room shifted again as Zacharie pulled him upright, onto his lap, and Aja felt his cock sink that much deeper inside him. He groaned at the feeling.

He wrapped his arms around Zacharie’s shoulders for leverage, something he desperately needed once Zacharie took him by the hips and started bouncing him on his cock. Oh, how Aja loved to be manhandled like this, the sheer display of strength. Aja grabbed Zacharie’s face and kissed him, as Zacharie used him like a toy. It was such a turn on.

Zacharie growled into his mouth, and rolled his hips up to meet Aja with each downward motion. Aja felt close to bursting. He was going so much deeper, dragging over his sweet spot, and the noises he was making, the heavy breathing and deep, rumbling moans, the proof of his pleasure, were almost enough to send Aja over the edge.

“Wait, wait,” he gasped, imploring Zacharie to slow down. “Let me-”

Zacharie stilled, holding Aja in his lap. Aja could feel him throbbing inside him.

As best he could in his current position, Aja rolled his hips, grinding down against Zacharie’s lap. He could really feel every inch of him like this.

He pressed himself closer, until he felt friction on his clit with every movement. He moved his hips faster, Zacharie even rose to meet him. A litany of moans, gasps, and swears tumbled from his lips, as Zacharie showered him with praise and encouragement. Aja could feel himself right on the precipice.

“Are you my good boy?” Zacharie panted.

Aja whimpered and nodded.

“Are you?”

“Yes,” he whined.

“Are you going to come for me?”

“Yes…”

“Then come for me.”

Aja was nothing if not obedient. His orgasm hit him like a mace to the head. His eyes rolled back, his whole body shook. He could feel himself squirt as his pussy struggled around Zacharie’s impressive size.

His hips were still going, as were Zacharie’s, desperately rutting against each other as one man chased his high, and the other milked his for all it was worth.

Zacharie lifted him again, bouncing him on his cock faster and faster, using him like a cocksleeve, until he too reached his peak.

He tipped Aja back and railed into him, moaning from deep in his chest, at last thrusting deep inside him as he let out a sinful cry of ecstasy. Aja could feel every twitch, every throb, every pulse of cum as Zacharie filled him to the brim with his seed. Even when he pulled out, Aja felt the splash of his hot release hitting his clit.

Aja lay on his back, panting, his whole body tingling. He expected Zacharie to collapse beside him, but when a few moments passed and he didn’t, Aja looked up to see something he couldn’t believe.

Zacharie, sitting back on his haunches, stroking his cum-soaked cock. He was still hard, and showed no signs of flagging.

“Seems I’ve still got some left in me,” he said, upon noticing Aja staring.

Aja couldn’t take him again, not in his pussy, it would be too much. His mouth however…

He licked his lips, and made eye contact with Zacharie.

Zacharie smirked, and silently crawled up Aja’s body, until his cock hung over his face. He rubbed it against Aja’s lips, smearing their combined fluids over them. Aja opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

“Good boy.”

Zacharie slid the fat head of his cock into Aja’s mouth, and Aja closed his lips around it, suckling it and swirling his tongue around the velvety flesh. Zacharie moaned above him, and let him have his fun for a little while. After all, he seemed to be enjoying it as well.

Then he switched gears. With little rolls of his hips, he fucked into Aja’s mouth, moving deeper with every thrust. Against his better judgment, Aja was getting turned on again. The combination of Zacharie fucking his mouth, and the feeling of his cum slowly dripping from his pussy was enough to get him in the mood once more.

Zacharie kept at it like that, thrusting and dripping praise. His cock was huge, but it didn’t hurt when he fucked deep into Aja’s throat. It just got him hotter. Aja appreciated that he went slow. It gave him time to really savor the feeling of that cock sliding over his tongue, the salty taste of his cum leaking out of him. Aja’s hands were free, so he reached down between his legs and started stroking his clit, sticky with Zacharie’s drying cum.

He moaned around Zacharie’s cock.

“You like this?” Zacharie said between panting and thrusting. “Like it so much it makes you want to play with yourself?”

Aja moaned again.

“Are you going to come from sucking my cock?” Zacharie pulled back until just the head of his cock remained in Aja’s mouth, and began jerking his shaft. “I want you to come when I come. Jerk that huge fucking clit and come all over yourself like I’m going to.”

Gods, Aja was so fucking hot and bothered. He wanted to taste Zacharie, feel him spill into his mouth.

With his free hand, he reached up and began massaging Zacharie’s balls, still heavy with his untapped release.

“That’s it, love.” Zacharie jerked his cock faster. “Just a little more and it’s all yours.”

Aja swirled his tongue around his cock head, pressed it to the leaking slit, suckled the thing like the sweetest candy until at last, Zacharie let out a gorgeous, throaty moan and unloaded onto his tongue, more than Aja would expect of someone who just came not long before.

“Be a good boy and swallow it all.”

That was enough to send him over yet again. Aja sucked down every ounce that spilled into his mouth, as he frantically stroked his aching clit, pushing himself through his third orgasm.

Zacharie pulled out as Aja panted, still twitching with the aftershocks. Aja was too worn out to pay attention to him. Surely that was enough.

Then Aja felt him between his legs again.

“Not again, I can’t take it again,” he bemoaned.

“Oh, I’m done for the night,” Zacharie said, running his hands along Aja’s thighs. “But I think you’ve got one more in you.” He hoisted Aja’s legs onto his shoulders, lifting his hips from the table until just his upper back and head remained horizontal.

“What are you doing?!” Zacharie buried his face between Aja’s legs. “What are you… doing… oh…”

Aja moaned as Zacharie’s tongue lapped him up, tasting himself as Aja had just tasted him. By all accounts, having his oversensitive clit sucked like that should’ve hurt, but Zacharie’s warm, wet mouth felt like heaven. He was crying again, it was too good, all of it. This divine creature, this servant to celestials ate him out as if he were neither of those things. He partook in the sins of the flesh like an expert, like the god he served was one of passion and debauchery

“Zacharie…” he moaned breathily. “Gods, Zacharie…”

The deva let out a low rumbling purr of a moan as he continued to ravish him with his lips and tongue. It had never been this good for him, not that he could remember. Then again, he was having a hard time remembering anything at the moment, when all he could think about was Zacharie’s tongue inside him.

His legs were shaking, his poor, abused pussy and clit ached for release, but he didn’t want it to end, he wanted to live in this moment, hovering on the edge of bliss. But Zacharie had a goal in mind. He wanted to make Aja come one last time, and by gods he would do it.

Zacharie wrapped his lips around Aja’s clit and sucked hard , over and over, until Aja was a moaning, panting, crying mess, until at last he bursted, his pleasure slowly blossoming outward. His toes curled, and his pussy squeezed around nothing as Zacharie sucked him through both peaks. His whole body shook, oversensitive and overstimulated.

Aja looked up with teary eyes as Zacharie wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, his platinum skin shiny with sweat, and around his mouth, Aja’s fluids. He smiled a cocky smiled as he dropped Aja’s hips back to the table-

-and Aja woke up in his bed.

He sighed. Of course it wasn’t real. He and Zacharie had had one conversation. That was not grounds for a lust-fueled fucking on top of a table in a room anyone could walk into.

The dream had been a fantasy, fake, but Aja’s arousal was very much real. It was fading, but there was a telltale throbbing between his legs. Should he touch himself? He got a room alone, separate from his companions, so he had the privacy.

Would he be able to recall the details of his dream though? That was what he wanted right now, and nothing would kill his mood like losing the thread mid-wank.

Maybe he could write it down. Yes, that would help. Then he could have it for future use.

He conjured a flame for light and crept out of bed, making his way over to his pack. He dug around until he found his journal, then took the pen and ink from one of the side pockets.

Aja would keep this fantasy, should his involvement with the real Zacharie not reach that point, and hopefully, if it did, it would be just as good, if not better.

He sat on the floor, opened his ink pot and journal, and got to writing.

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