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Muffled moans filled the room, bouncing off the walls, so needy. Pretty pink lips turned dark red from the result of trying to suppress moans escaping them. Head thrown back in pleasure as long black locks stuck to his forehead, failing to comprehend what was being said to him.
“Rean?” a soft voice spoke from ARCUS Rean was barely holding. Alisa—part of Rean"s brain manages to remember who he"s talking to, or supposed to. A misconduct on her side for calling her at such a delicate time, yet she remains unaware.
“You okay there?” Alisa continues, concern colours her voice.
‘’Yeah,’’ Rean muttered, brokenly, balling his fist into silver silky hair.
‘’I’m fine,’’ he breathes out, “—just dandy,” as he swallows another breathy moan trying to escape his lips. Rean focuses his attention at the person between his legs, who he might add, is the cause of his current demise. Damned be those soft locks of silver hair.
‘’Oh, okay, you just sounded out of breath.’’ Alisa"s soft voice echoed through the ARCUS.
‘’Sorry for making you worry, Alisa,’’ Rean attempted to recollect himself, to sound somewhat convincing.
‘’I’m just doing some—’’ cut off by delicate fingers roaming around his chest; a deep inhale to keep himself from sounding more obvious than he already is—and an exhale as Rean feels one of the roaming hands land on his scar, soothingly trace around the edge of it.
“Um..training—yeah, haha.”
Rean almost finds it in himself to sound ashamed at how blatant that lie was but thankfully it seems like Alisa took the bait. May Aidios always keep her so pure.
Rean closes his eyes, praying to the Goddess herself for the situation not to escalate more than it already did, as he makes an effort to listen to what Alisa is saying, attempting to make out the words she"s saying. Soon enough, a shadowy figure is in front of Rean, obstructing the dim light, forcing Rean to open his eyes.
All he finds is scarlet eyes—shrouded in lust, boring into Rean’s lilac ones, and a smirk playing on that damned smug face.
“Please,” Rean mouths, hoping to get the message across. He"s so agonisingly aroused, almost considers to just hang up but Alisa sounds so sweet rambling about the newest product that got the greenlight from her mother.
The tall figure falls back to his knees again, settling down between Rean"s thighs—prepping himself on Rean"s tummy, the all so familiar glint shines in scarlet eyes and Rean freezes, alarms in his brain going off, alarming him that his ‘please’ has triggered something entirely else.
“Cr—!” he yelps as Crow wraps his lips on one of his pretty pink areolas. This is definitely not what Rean had in mind when he said ‘please’— the only one he can blame is himself for not thinking it through.
“Cr..what?” Comes from the other side of ARCUS and Rean shoots Crow a glare which earns him a smirk and a graze of teeth against his nipple. Crow twirls his tongue, droplets of saliva form at the corners of his mouth—scarlet red eyes burn into worried yet blown with lust lilac ones, keeping the eye contact as he ushers Rean to continue the conversation. Rean knows, understands that if he stays too quiet, Alisa will get suspicious and he doesn"t really want to go through the whole ordeal of having to explain that he"s got a man suckling on his nipples, lapping on them like a kitten.
Crow continues his ministrations, nibbling on Rean"s hardened bud, letting go at times to plant wet kisses around the areola and so utterly ignoring Rean"s pleas. Crow can"t help the snicker that escapes as he focuses back to Rean, heat washing over his entire body while he watches Rean struggle to keep his composure. Ah, the almighty Ashen Chevalier looks so debauched just from having his nipples teased. That would be a hit among his fans, Crow thinks, feels a little bit mean—just a tiny bit. Sue him for enjoying the way Rean agonizes over things, the way he feels jittery but can"t deny himself the excitement
“Sorry, ah— Crow is sparring with my students, you know how he is, haha…”
Sounds somewhat convincing, Crow thinks to himself, he has to take measures to make it unconvincing.
“Oh!” Alisa gasps, “do give him my regards. I hope to see him soon. Your students too!”
Rean grits his teeth and forces a smile—like Alisa can see him—”That I will,” Rean says, a bit too rough and clasps his legs around Crow"s back, tightly while his hand sneaks back into silver locks, tugging on them lightly as a warning—which has done more damage than good. Crow takes that as an invitation to wrap his long arms languidly around Rean"s waist, loose grip as Crow plants open mouthed kisses across Rean"s supple chest, grazing his canines against the flushed skin, slight marks left behind.
Down and down the wet kisses go until Crow reaches Rean"s belt—looks at Rean through his thick lashes, a breath away from where Rean wants him— shouldn"t want in this situation— the most. Crow sticks his tongue out, wet and slick—Rean smacks himself mentally for finding this menace cute, how adorable he looks despite his devious intentions. Crow drags his tongue above the waistband of Rean"s pants which elicits a small whine out of Rean and for a moment—brief one—he forgets all about Alisa as soon as Crow circles his wet, warm tongue around Rean"s belly button; kissing it briefly while taking a mental note that Rean is a tiny bit sensitive in that area.
A beep snaps Rean out of a trance—trance that only made him utter words like “yeah” and “mhmm” at whatever Alisa was rambling on about— and suddenly Rean is looking at his ARCUS.
“Oh—!” Alisa yelps, “Rean, I"m so sorry I accidentally turned on the video call while fumbling with my ARCUS,” she continues babbling on, Rean takes notice, barely, that her face is heating up.
Alisa really chose an unfortunate timing to call Rean. Something devious awoke in Crow—something Rean is still trying to pinpoint—the moment Rean said that he"s getting a call from Alisa. It all happened way too fast, Crow insisted for Rean to answer the call while simultaneously grabbing the black haired boy by his thick thighs, dragging him to the edge of their bed.
“Wait…why is your shirt riled up—?” Alisa asks, dumbfounded and voice cracking at the end. Rean feels his face burn, embarrassment enveloping him alongside lust—maybe, just maybe, he enjoys the thought of being caught and who is Crow to deny that pleasure?
Rean shoots a glare, quickly, in a “don"t you dare, Crow.” way to which Crow responds with his signature wink and a flash of whites.
Rean is already flushed red, beyond denial, so he shoves down his shirt at once and covers Crow with it in the momentum, unintentionally. A big mistake on his part, yet again, but he"ll leave that for future Rean to worry about.
Except the future Rean is now and he"s a twitching mess as Crow"s warm breath washes over Rean"s clothed, very much leaking bulge. Crow presses open mouthed kisses against the material, caresses Rean"s bulge with his tongue and Rean"s not sure anymore if the material is wet or if he"s leaking that much.
“I—” Rean"s voice cracks as he hears Crow"s teeth clack against his zipper, dragging it down slowly, the echo of each tooth clicking against the zipper rings inside Rean"s ears. Feels like his thudding heart is about to jump free from his ribcage as Crow unfastened the belt with steady hands.
Damn Chancellor and this weak, weak heart.
“I"ll call you later,” Rean ushers out too fast, “or you can call me—” comes out as a broken whine. Crow is fast to act, hooking his nimble finger in the hem of Rean"s underwear and drags it down enough to free Rean’s reddened cock, heavy and hefty as it smacks Crow"s cheek.
The last thing Alisa heard on her side of the call was a whine of Crow"s name, thud of the ARCUS as it fell somewhere—Rean’s head thrown back in full view. She swore to Aidios herself to never speak of what she"s just heard and to make sure Rean"s possessive, dare she think, partner wasn"t around when she calls.
Rean has half a mind to take his shirt off, didn"t realise how much sweat he"s worked up. Rean should feel guilty but as he focuses his eyes on Crow and how pretty he looks—how quiet he is, maybe Rean ought to stuff Crow’s mouth with his cock more often— guilt is the last thing on his mind.
Rean moans, a wave of relief rushing over him as he eases down his breathing, he doesn"t need to hold back now.
“You"re such an ass.” Rean breathes through his teeth, head hanging semi low, hazy eyes peering at Crow.
“Yeah?” Crow mutters, nuzzling his cheek against Rean"s length.
“How am I supposed to face her now..” Rean whines, dragging his palm across his face.
Oh, we can"t have him have doubts now, not when his pretty cock is begging for attention, Crow thinks to himself.
A strangled moan escapes past Rean"s lips as Crow lolls his tongue flat against Rean"s cock, so pretty and wet.
“So mean,” Rean hisses, running his hand through silver locks with ease, tugging stray hairs behind Crow"s ear—which earns him a hum of approval—and gently plays with Crow’s ear, tugging ever so slightly on the pretty silver hanging off.
Crow nuzzles into the softness of Rean"s touch but the moment is brief as Crow wraps his hands around Rean"s thighs and drapes them over his shoulders, leaving Rean to wobble a bit at the sudden drag; grasping at Crow’s silver locks to balance himself.
“Mean?” Crow looks up through his thick lashes, “I like to consider myself quite the gentleman,” an all familiar tease is found in his voice and Rean fights internally not to suffocate Crow with his thighs—he fully knows that Crow would more than enjoy it.
Crow lowers his head down, pressing soft kisses on Rean"s leaking tip as he makes his way down Rean"s shaft, licking a wet stripe across Rean"s balls.
“A gentleman—shit—doesn’t interrupt my call by diving straight under my shirt,” Rean cusses, head thrown back at the small ministrations—almost wants to call them romantic.
Crow looks back at Rean, his hand finds its way to Rean"s cock—although it"s hard to move in this position, Crow does his best to have his attention fully on the frustrated Rean—nimble fingers circling Rean"s heavy cock in slow movements, the lack of proper slickness burns Rean slightly but it"s a feeling he doesn"t mind.
“Aww,” Crow coos, “for someone so frustrated, your pretty cock sure is leaking a lot.”
“S-shut up,” Rean starts, voice slightly ragged, “it"s just—been a while..”
Rean breath hitches as Crow engulfs Rean"s cock into his wet mouth—followed by a loud sigh as Crow slides up without hesitation, tongue flat against Rean"s shaft. He tastes pungent yet sweet to Crow, if he could—if only Rean would let him—Crow would spend his days resting with just Rean"s cock in his mouth.
Crow pats himself mentally for not voicing his thoughts out loud this time—it would earn him a smack from Rean"s beloved tachi; it hurts even when sheathed.
The very first time he complimented Rean"s taste— saccharine— Rean looked gobsmacked and denied Crow the pleasure of touching him for a decade.
Naturally, Crow was acting dramatic but it was only for a few days—not a decade or eternity as he makes it out to be.
Crow is, however, a very, very weak man and doesn"t stop himself from muttering “you taste so good,” with a mouthful of cock.
He swallows all of the precum happily, bobbing his head in steady motion as spit forms and dribbles down Rean"s cock.
Rean babbles something out, unintelligible and Crow slides off Rean"s cock with a pop with his lips barely touching Rean"s leaking tip, hot breath prickling it slightly.
“Feeling so good you lost the ability to talk?” Crow teases, “damn, I"m way too good at this.”
“You better get back to work before I ban you from touching my cock for a month this time.”
Crow has always liked how much of a bite Rean had but sometimes it feels like Rean"s got an upper hand in this relationship.
“I"ll make sure to touch myself when I know you"re around, to let you know I can make myself good without your help.” Rean barks out, the frustration he"s been feeling since the call ended is at its peak.
Crow doesn"t try to fight the shiver that courses through his body, feet shuffling a bit as his own bulge twitches at how uncharacteristically demanding and threatening Rean sounds.
With zero hesitation, Crow dives back in because he knows Rean isn"t joking and because Crow himself is getting impatient. The thought alone of having Rean in the same space while not allowing him to touch drives Crow crazy, the earth might as well split in half and swallow him whole.
In spite of this, Rean does think Crow is decent and has admitted quite a few times that Crow is stupidly good at giving head, doesn"t understand how and why he"s gotten good given his past adventures as Azure Siegfried but now"s the least proper time to inflate Crow’s already big ego.
So Rean resorts to being demanding, something Crow adores. Something Crow"s always begging for from Rean because, allegedly, Rean isn"t demanding enough.
Surely, making Crow shut up by sucking his cock is demanding enough.
Rean weaves his fingers through long silver locks, sliding his soft hand to the nape of Crow"s neck—leaving it there as his fingers threaded softly through Crow’s hair.
Crow lets out a hum of approval, eyes closing as he presses his tongue on the underside of Rean"s cock, cheeks hollowing as he attempts to take in as much as he can.
A flood of curses and sharp exhales go past Rean"s pretty lips, his hips bucking up with each slide of Crow"s warm tongue, wet and slick.
Crow lets out a broken moan around the thick shaft, exhilarated by the feeling of Rean"s thinly trimmed bush tickling his nose every time he slides deeper, taking him in with fervor.
The soft hand on Crow’s nape clenches hard, tugging a handful of hair at the same time as Crow relaxes his throat as much as he can, deliberately and slowly taking as much as he can, his thumb sliding across the swell of Rean"s heavy balls—spreading the excess spit.
The other hand finds its way to Crow"s cheek, thumb sliding across the bump formed by his cock—heat spreading throughout Rean"s body, whimpering as he watches Crow—his face blissed out, almost way too happy to be doing this. Crow opens his eyes and bores into blown lilac ones, Rean"s hips jut involuntarily at eye contact to which Crow responds with a hum Rean can only take as grateful.
“Shit—damn, s’good” Rean keens as Crow grazes his teeth on Rean"s tip, just how he likes it. Rean has always liked some pain, whether he can handle it or not. But this type of pain feels too good to pass on.
Crow slides off, the smack of Rean"s swollen cock on his cheek brings a devilish smirk on his lips, so wet. Crow rests his head on Rean"s thighs, staring at how Rean"s cock twitches into nothing, heavy and covered in spit.
Long fingers skilfully wrap around the heavy shaft, his lips finding Rean"s balls and sucking one into his mouth as his nimble fingers work on his cock—thumb sliding and pressing into the precum drenched slit.
“Feeling good?” Crow asks absentmindedly, eyes flicking between Rean"s flushed face and his red and swollen cock.
“Close…’m going to cum,” Rean whines, “—yeah, touch me there, feels s’good,”
Crow stretches his dull nails across Rean"s length, applying as little pressure as he can—full body shiver courses through Rean"s body, arching at the thrilling prickle.
If you were to ask Crow if he finds it enjoyable to have something as nails—a potential murder weapon in his eyes—drag across his cock, he"d tell you that he"d rather go to Gehenna. He knows Rean enjoys this type of play more than anyone, the way his cock twitches in delight at the slow drag of nails, teeth across it—it makes Crow impossibly horny.
“Shit, coming—” Rean cusses, mouth falling open and he"s spilling white thick ribbons all over Crow"s hand. Crow pumps him through the orgasm until Rean starts shaking from slight overstimulation, licking the excess cum off his fingers—bitter yet so utterly sweet—he doesn"t say that part out loud.
“You back to me now?” Crow asks a bit muffled, voice breaking slightly and Rean fights himself to open his eyes— to look at Crow.
The sound that he lets out makes Crow chuckle but it doesn"t reach Rean"s ears.
“Sorry—ah, I didn"t mean to do that,” Rean scatters to hurriedly release Crow from the shackles of his thighs.
Crow stands and stretches while Rean falls back to the softness of their bed, covering his face in shame.
“Not only did Alisa have to see that but I also squished your head with my thighs, Aidios have mercy.” Rean mutters and it elicits a chuckle from Crow.
“Wait til you find out that you"re having a crisis with your business aired out like—that,” Crow laughs.
Rean groans as his shame intensifies, “Aidios, you were way more quiet just a moment ago.”
“Don"t worry about almost suffocating me,” Rean has half a mind to glare at Crow but he"s already so exhausted, “I quite enjoyed it, knowing my hand made you orgasm so hard you couldn"t help but clasp your thighs was really exhilarating,”
Rean doesn"t even try to fight and looks back at his long abandoned ARCUS, light beeping.
He picks it up lazily and reads the message out loud.
“Leave some room for Aidios."