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versaphile. Angel masturbates. Wes watches.
"Okay, the stake is kinda worrisome," Angel said.
"It's just a precaution," Wesley said. "Without another person involved, the curse shouldn't be triggered."
"You have me in chains," Angel pointed out, giving them a rattle. "If I go evil, you can go get the stake and come back and I'll still be here."
Wesley set the stake on the desk and folded his hands in his lap.
Angel said, "And I just--I mean--" He gestured as much as the slack of the chains would allow, which was about six inches.
Wesley frowned. "You know, I didn't quite believe you. But you've honestly never masturbated?"
Angel shifted on the bed a little, uncomfortable. "When I was alive, we actually believed all the stuff about going blind and mad and hairy."
"And when you were an evil vampire?" Wes queried.
"Why masturbate when you can go hump someone and suck their blood?" Angel said. At the faintly shocked look on Wesley's face, he added, "Not to spoil the mood."
"Hm," said Wesley. "And when you were ensouled?"
"I became a nun," Angel informed him. "A rag-wearing, rat-eating nun."
"I thought nuns wore wimples."
"I wore rags. And ate rats. And never jerked off."
"I suppose you were depressed," Wesley said thoughtfully. "That often kills the libido." After a moment's consideration he added, "Perhaps I could show you how to begin. As long as I don't bring you off, it shouldn't trigger the curse."
"I--ah--" Angel tried to protest, but Wesley had already bent forward over his crotch. He unzipped Angel's pants and pulled his boxers down efficiently, and wrapped his hand around Angel's cock.
"Do you prefer a loose grip or a tight one?" Wesley asked.
His hand felt fairly loose as he stroked up and down Angel's cock a few times, so Angel said, "Uh, maybe a little bit tighter."
Wesley took his hand away for a moment, and Angel feared the demonstration was over, but Wes was just licking his palm before obliging. "And of course you can use your thumb like this," he suggested, rubbing it over the head of Angel's cock.
Angel's hands made involuntary fists on his thighs, which was as far away from the action as the chains let his hands rest. Not that he wanted to be far away from the action, he just wanted Wesley to have room.
Wesley reached down to fondle Angel's balls. "And that's--I believe that's all the basics."
"Right," said Angel.
Wes retreated to the desk chair. Angel took his cock in his hand, but to his embarrassment, he found he had lost some of the hardness he'd achieved when Wesley touched him. "Performance anxiety," he said, jokingly. Also that his own hand was cold, and Wesley's had been warm.
Wesley said, "Perhaps I shouldn't watch. For all we know, my mere presence could invalidate the technicality in the curse."
"I'm pretty sure that if masturbating actually works as a non-soul-losing way of getting off, it won't matter if there's someone else in the room," Angel said. If he could have, he would have reached out to grab Wesley's hand, but that would have been a bad idea.
"Good," said Wesley. "I'm--happy to watch."
Angel's gaze jerked from his cock to Wesley. Wesley looked... Happy was a good word for it, Angel thought. But maybe more specifically, aroused. Angel's cock stiffened up. That was good to know, thought Angel, that that look on Wesley did it for him. Lips slightly parted, eyes riveted, heartrate up.
He stroked himself pretty lightly, because he discovered a tight grip wasn't all that comfortable without the saliva. He couldn't get his hand to his mouth, and he suspected that if he asked Wesley for help in that area, things would get out of hand. Just the thought of Wesley bending down to lick--to lick his hand, but so close, close enough that his cheek brushed against Angel's cock--
Angel sped up, gasping along because it seemed the thing to do--Wesley's breaths were certainly shallow--and noticing that made him come. Semen splattered on his shirt in pulses. He kept his hand around his cock, but still, not wanting the feeling to stop, not wanting Wesley's gaze to shift away. It wasn't perfect happiness, because perfect happiness would be Wes right here with him, touching him, not having to want him because he had him, but it was damn close.
Wesley reached for the stake on the desk without looking at it, maintaining eye contact. Glasses slid low, pupils wide. Which Angel appreciated, but, "I'm not evil."
"Are you sure?" Wesley asked.
"I'm sure."
"You could be lying."
"Wes, if you leave me locked up alone again, I will hurt you when I get loose regardless of whether I have a soul."
Wesley considered that. "What if I leave you locked up but stay here with you?"
Wesley liked the chains. Angel said. "Over there with me, or here with me?" He patted his thigh, which was as close as he could come to patting the bed beside him. And he wouldn't exactly object if Wesley decided to sit on his lap, either.
Wesley smiled and set the stake back down. "I suppose a few feet doesn't matter," he said. He moved to sit beside Angel, his long legs stretched along Angel's.
"And maybe I could try my newfound talents on you," Angel suggested.
Wesley smirked. "I'm sure the practice will do you good."
versaphile. Angel masturbates. Wes watches."Okay, the stake is kinda worrisome," Angel said.
"It's just a precaution," Wesley said. "Without another person involved, the curse shouldn't be triggered."
"You have me in chains," Angel pointed out, giving them a rattle. "If I go evil, you can go get the stake and come back and I'll still be here."
Wesley set the stake on the desk and folded his hands in his lap.
Angel said, "And I just--I mean--" He gestured as much as the slack of the chains would allow, which was about six inches.
Wesley frowned. "You know, I didn't quite believe you. But you've honestly never masturbated?"
Angel shifted on the bed a little, uncomfortable. "When I was alive, we actually believed all the stuff about going blind and mad and hairy."
"And when you were an evil vampire?" Wes queried.
"Why masturbate when you can go hump someone and suck their blood?" Angel said. At the faintly shocked look on Wesley's face, he added, "Not to spoil the mood."
"Hm," said Wesley. "And when you were ensouled?"
"I became a nun," Angel informed him. "A rag-wearing, rat-eating nun."
"I thought nuns wore wimples."
"I wore rags. And ate rats. And never jerked off."
"I suppose you were depressed," Wesley said thoughtfully. "That often kills the libido." After a moment's consideration he added, "Perhaps I could show you how to begin. As long as I don't bring you off, it shouldn't trigger the curse."
"I--ah--" Angel tried to protest, but Wesley had already bent forward over his crotch. He unzipped Angel's pants and pulled his boxers down efficiently, and wrapped his hand around Angel's cock.
"Do you prefer a loose grip or a tight one?" Wesley asked.
His hand felt fairly loose as he stroked up and down Angel's cock a few times, so Angel said, "Uh, maybe a little bit tighter."
Wesley took his hand away for a moment, and Angel feared the demonstration was over, but Wes was just licking his palm before obliging. "And of course you can use your thumb like this," he suggested, rubbing it over the head of Angel's cock.
Angel's hands made involuntary fists on his thighs, which was as far away from the action as the chains let his hands rest. Not that he wanted to be far away from the action, he just wanted Wesley to have room.
Wesley reached down to fondle Angel's balls. "And that's--I believe that's all the basics."
"Right," said Angel.
Wes retreated to the desk chair. Angel took his cock in his hand, but to his embarrassment, he found he had lost some of the hardness he'd achieved when Wesley touched him. "Performance anxiety," he said, jokingly. Also that his own hand was cold, and Wesley's had been warm.
Wesley said, "Perhaps I shouldn't watch. For all we know, my mere presence could invalidate the technicality in the curse."
"I'm pretty sure that if masturbating actually works as a non-soul-losing way of getting off, it won't matter if there's someone else in the room," Angel said. If he could have, he would have reached out to grab Wesley's hand, but that would have been a bad idea.
"Good," said Wesley. "I'm--happy to watch."
Angel's gaze jerked from his cock to Wesley. Wesley looked... Happy was a good word for it, Angel thought. But maybe more specifically, aroused. Angel's cock stiffened up. That was good to know, thought Angel, that that look on Wesley did it for him. Lips slightly parted, eyes riveted, heartrate up.
He stroked himself pretty lightly, because he discovered a tight grip wasn't all that comfortable without the saliva. He couldn't get his hand to his mouth, and he suspected that if he asked Wesley for help in that area, things would get out of hand. Just the thought of Wesley bending down to lick--to lick his hand, but so close, close enough that his cheek brushed against Angel's cock--
Angel sped up, gasping along because it seemed the thing to do--Wesley's breaths were certainly shallow--and noticing that made him come. Semen splattered on his shirt in pulses. He kept his hand around his cock, but still, not wanting the feeling to stop, not wanting Wesley's gaze to shift away. It wasn't perfect happiness, because perfect happiness would be Wes right here with him, touching him, not having to want him because he had him, but it was damn close.
Wesley reached for the stake on the desk without looking at it, maintaining eye contact. Glasses slid low, pupils wide. Which Angel appreciated, but, "I'm not evil."
"Are you sure?" Wesley asked.
"I'm sure."
"You could be lying."
"Wes, if you leave me locked up alone again, I will hurt you when I get loose regardless of whether I have a soul."
Wesley considered that. "What if I leave you locked up but stay here with you?"
Wesley liked the chains. Angel said. "Over there with me, or here with me?" He patted his thigh, which was as close as he could come to patting the bed beside him. And he wouldn't exactly object if Wesley decided to sit on his lap, either.
Wesley smiled and set the stake back down. "I suppose a few feet doesn't matter," he said. He moved to sit beside Angel, his long legs stretched along Angel's.
"And maybe I could try my newfound talents on you," Angel suggested.
Wesley smirked. "I'm sure the practice will do you good."
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I enjoyed that. Though not quite as much as Angel and Wes.
*cheeky grin*
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Y'know,
"It's probably okay if I touch you as long as I don't make you come."
Later: "Maybe blowjobs don't count"
Even later: "It's probably safe while you don't actually penetrate anyone."
Later still: "Many men can't keep erections while being penetrated and few actually 'come' from that even though it feels good. It would be your hand on your cock bringing you off so it should be perfectly safe.."
etc.
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Hot.
And cute :)
"Okay, the stake is kinda worrisome," Angel said.
You should follow up on some of
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*nods* She is very wise. I've always thought so ;)
has like, four potential sequels
Yay! :D
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*loves her some wank fic*
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To share a bit of TMI, reading smut rarely works for me these days for some reason. Lack of literary libido, or summin. This one - tingled. So. Just so you know.
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