Say Yes Ch. 12 Pt. 01

For any new readers joining in; I would highly highly recommend starting from chapter 1 of the series as there is a LOT of previous context that got us to here!

Gang, real talk - chapter 12 as I had it has hit north of 8k words so I've decided to just cut it in half. Finally some actual sex! Huzzah! Part 2 on its way!

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Azeran's mouth moved, sprinkling gentle kisses on Simon's lips, across his jaw, down his neck, the wet heat of his tongue tracing across his pulse point - a noise pushed itself up from somewhere in Simon's sternum, a loud, throaty moan as he tipped his head back to give the demon better access. His hand gripped onto bare shoulder as the incubus moved down-

Bare? When had that happened? Simon hadn't seen him strip-

His mouth closed around Simon's nipple, licking, nipping, lightly sucking, and every other thought in his brain promptly vacated. Sparks shot through his chest, down his spine, making his legs twitch and drawing some very undignified noises out of him as Azeran's tongue flicked across that sensitive flesh, his back arching towards the sensation. Somewhere, distantly, he vaguely registered the feeling of cloth being pulled down past his thighs as Azeran pulled off his trousers, hands running up his legs, fingertips brushing against inner thighs as he made soft noises of his own into Simon's chest, the vibration running directly up his spinal column.

Cold air suddenly hit his now hyper-sensitive, spit slicked nipple, drawing a gasp out of him as the demon released it, lips tracing up along the other side of his neck, and murmured, "I do hope that you don't have anywhere to be today, darling, because by the time I'm done with you," he tugged at his earlobe with his teeth, "you aren't going to be able to walk."

If Simon had the capacity for language at that moment, whatever his reply would have been was cut off as Azeran finally - finally - wrapped his hand around Simon's cock, running his thumb across and around the head, spreading the stream of pre-cum that pulsed steadily out of the slit.

Simon moaned, the sound pitching up through the octaves into a whimper as his hips bucked up into the demon's hand, to which Azeran - bastard - dragged his teeth down Simon's neck, stopping at his collarbone to suck on it for a moment, before continuing down to his other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the first, all while continuing those long, torturously slow strokes.

Simon was getting close, which was ridiculous, but the combined sensations of mouth on chest, hand on cock, other hand - gods knew where, he was starting to lose track - it was bringing him far too close to the edge far too quickly.

He managed to scrape together enough of himself to be able to weakly tap the demon's shoulder.

Azeran immediately looked up, his hand freezing in place. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"I'm- just- fuck," Simon managed to gasp out, "S- slow down or I'm- gonna come-"

The alarm drained from the demon's face, replaced once again by a sly smile. "Oh, darling," he placed a gentle kiss on Simon's lips, "That's the point."

And having said this, he straightened, knelt down between Simon's legs, and swallowed his cock down to the root.

"Oh- gods, fuck- anhh-" Simon's legs clamped around Azeran's shoulders, heels pressing into the bare skin of his back, thighs squeezing the demon's head as his back arched fully off the desk. It was overwhelming - the soft, wet heat of his mouth, tongue running up and down the length of him, back of his throat working around the head - pleasure so intense it bordered on unbearable, pooling and building in the pit of his stomach.

Azeran hummed onto Simon's cock, the vibration running through his skin as his hands ran across Simon's hips, down the thighs crushing his skull, around and back up to Simon's arse, fingers kneading into the soft flesh of his cheeks.

A jolt shot up Simon's spine as one fingertip lightly brushed his entrance, his knees twitching and hips reflexively jerking up - Azeran, as though expecting this, moved down to meet him, nose pressing into Simon's stomach, then pulled back, one hand wrapping around the base as he turned his attentions - more specifically, his tongue - onto the head, and the other lightly, gently, circling his hole with that same fingertip, sending sensation crackling through Simon's nervous system like lightning.

He couldn't hold on. It was getting too much, he could feel himself tipping over the edge - in a mild panic, he tugged weakly on the demon's hair. "Aze- Azeran, I'm- I'm close, I'm about to-"

Azeran's pale silver eyes flicked up to meet his, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucked, hard, finger pressing against Simon's entrance, and Simon's vision went white.

The amount of self control that was required of Azeran in his current situation should have constituted a war crime. On the one hand, he was unbound, the only thing that had kept him from fucking his Simon on or against every surface in the room was gone, which meant that he was now free to get his hands on every part of his wizard's body that his brain had been endlessly cataloguing over the last three months. In addition to this, Simon's skin was under his fingers, Simon's thighs were clamped around his skull, and Simon's cum was filling his mouth, the taste of his release just as beautiful as the rest of him. The hungry animal that had been straining under the restraints of Azeran's composure for the last twelve weeks was in a frenzy, screaming at him to keep going, to swallow the load and coax out another one - he knew he could probably get two or three more climaxes out of the boy with his tongue alone, to say nothing of the as yet unexplored territory his fingertip pressed against. He had the access, the technique, the expertise, to make the boy his, to stamp his name on every cell in the boy's body, to ruin him for other men forever, especially considering this was Simon's first time.

On the other hand, this was Simon's first time, and he had specifically asked Azeran to be gentle.

He forced the hungry animal down, forced his tongue to still as Simon's cum pooled in his mouth, forced himself not to swallow - he had plans for that load, but not before he let Simon catch his breath. The boy had, during Azeran's deliberations, collapsed limply onto the desk, breathing ragged, cock softening, legs going slack around the demon's shoulders, apart from the occasional faint twitch.

Azeran gazed up at him - judging by the glazed eyes and the heaving chest, Simon was somewhere around trying to remember what plane he was on. He sent a light teasing flick of his tongue along the ridge, pulling a soft noise from the wizard as his thighs tensed. Another - the noise sharpened into a whimper and the fingers still weakly wound into Azeran's hair tightened, pulled slightly. The signal, though feeble, was clear: too much.

Azeran forced the hungry animal down, forced his tongue to still as he slowly, gently, making sure not to stimulate fried nerve endings on his way up, pulled off, forced himself not to swallow - he had plans for that load, and anyway, he wanted to savour it.

It took another couple moments for Simon's head to lift from the desk, glassy eyes half-focusing on Azeran, still between his legs, head resting on Simon's thigh as he swirled the cum around his mouth like a sip of his finest vintage. His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes tracked the subtle movements of Azeran's mouth. "Are you still-" the boy's voice was breathless, still, not entirely recovered from the orgasm, "Did you not-"

If he was recovered enough to have spotted that, Azeran decided, he was recovered enough. With a smirk and a wicked glint in his eye, he grabbed two fistfuls of thigh, pushed them up to reveal his next destination, and dove down.

Simon gasped as the demon pressed his face between the boy's cheeks, his tongue darting out carefully to locate the puckered rosebud without letting any of the liquid in his mouth escape. As the tip made contact, he squeaked, then let out a loud, thready moan as Azeran dragged the flat of it across. His hands came up to grip his own legs, pulling his knees to his chest to open himself wider to the demon's mouth, which freed Azeran's hands to grip his waist, pulling him in closer.

Gods, the sounds that were pouring out of the wizard as Azeran's tongue zeroed in on its target and started wriggling inside were going straight to the demon's cock. He couldn't help a faint groan against him, the vibration sending a jolt up Simon's legs and making his hole clench around him.

He was opening up surprisingly easily - Azeran had thought it would take at least a few minutes to push his tongue past the ring, but his body was yielding to the intrusion quite naturally. Did Simon have a toy hidden somewhere? If so, it was very well hidden indeed, as Azeran had never come across any plugs or dildos in the three months he had spent in the dorm, though given the ocean of lust hidden underneath the boy's shy exterior, it wouldn't have surprised him.

He was properly tongue-fucking him now, pushing the stored cum into him with each thrust. Simon was emitting low, throaty moans, pushing back in rhythm, occasionally gasping Azeran's name.

Azeran had never heard his own name sound so gorgeous.

He felt something wet drip down onto his forehead and, careful not to withdraw his tongue, he tipped his head up. Simon was hard again, dripping, a single pearly drop of pre-ejaculate hanging down from his tip.

Beautiful.

One hand, almost as if drawn by some irresistible gravity, moved up from the wizard's waist, fingers wrapping around his cock and beginning a long, slow stroke, in time with the thrusts of his tongue. Simon shuddered, making a high, broken whimper as he pulled his legs wider apart.

A faint tinge of concern niggled the back of Azeran's mind. Was that a pleasure noise or a distress noise? Best to check.

He slowly pulled out, hand coming to a stop at the base of Simon's twitching member. "You alright up there?"

"Oh my Gods Azeran please do not fucking stop right now-"

He could not have asked for a better answer. "Alright, alright," he grinned, resuming his strokes, "goodness, somebody has gotten demanding." he brought his other hand around and slowly pushed two fingers into his slick entrance. "Not that I'm complaining."

Simon groaned, his lips parting, his eyes rolling back. His hole clenched around Azeran's fingers as if trying to suck him in deeper, and Azeran happily obliged, taking in the view of Simon's pleasure, taking in a mouthful of his inner thigh and sucking, gently, as he curled his fingertips up, searching for that delightful little bundle of nerves tucked away somewhere inside him.

"De-" Simon gasped, "Nngh. Deeper. What you're looking for, it's- it's deeper."

... What.

"... Now," Azeran stood, leaned in between the boy's legs, "How," he planted the hand not currently buried two knuckles deep inside his wizard next to Simon's head and stared down at him with a raised eyebrow and a half-grin he didn't quite manage to suppress, "Pray tell," as he spoke, he pushed his fingers in deeper, pulling a soft Mmh- out of him as his fingertips reached further into his depths, "Does a virgin know where his own prostate is?"

"I- hh- ahh- I do a lot of wanki- Oh-ooh-" The sentence was interrupted by a moan that broke halfway into a keening whimper, his head falling back with a soft thump onto the desk, toes curling, eyes crossing-

Azeran chuckled. He had his fingertip lightly brushing against the gland, circling it. "Good boy," he purred, lightly running the fingers of his other hand through Simon's hair, "You are so pretty like this."

"Azeran-" Simon whimpered, rolling his hips as if trying to fuck himself on the demon's fingers, "I n- please-"

"Yes, my darling?" Azeran leaned in, placed a kiss on Simon's jaw, carefully moving his hand in sync with his bucking hips to maintain what he knew to be a near maddening lack of pressure, "Tell me what you need."

Azeran was being a bastard, and he knew it - but, watching his Simon's face contort as he chased the elusive sensation, he really couldn't help it.

Simon whimpered, unhooked one of his hands from behind his knee, leaving the leg unsupported as he gripped Azeran's shoulder. "Fu- fuck me. I need you to fuck me."

Azeran had to grapple with himself for a moment as the words sent such a strong pulse of arousal through him that his knees nearly buckled. He had to fight the urge to line up and push in, right then and there, but managed - just barely managed - to talk the hungry animal screaming in his chest down from cock to a third finger, slipping it inside and starting a slow, steady thrust. As he pumped, spreading his fingers apart and twisting his wrist to stretch him out, fingertips lightly grazing his prostate, he leaned down, propping himself up on one elbow, and murmured, "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

Simon's hand moved up from Azeran's shoulder to the back of his neck and, unexpectedly, pulled him down into a desperate, hungry kiss, either not noticing the taste of himself on the demon's tongue or simply not caring. Azeran's hand sped up as their tongues danced, stretching him wider, opening him up - his own cock throbbed, aching with the need to be inside him.

After a moment, they came up for air, and into the air between their faces, Simon whispered, "I need you. Azeran, please, I need you inside me."

Well, how could anyone say no to that. Without another word, Azeran withdrew his fingers, gripping the base of his cock, and shifted forward, lining up the tip with Simon's entrance, pressing just slightly - not quite enough to get inside, just enough to announce his presence - and took a moment to look at his wizard.

He did look beautiful like this - flushed, panting, lips parted and slightly swollen from their earlier kissing, pupils blown wide with a look somewhere between fear and need as he stared down at the demon's member.

He leaned down, placed another kiss on Simon's lips. "Ready?"

Simon hesitated, eyes fixed between his legs, then took a breath and nodded.

The degree of self control required of Azeran in this moment should really have constituted a war crime. The muscles across his back and legs were locked, burning with the exertion of forcing himself not to bury himself in Simon, as deep as he could, in a single stroke. Simon was slick, stretched, his hole opening to envelop the demon's cock - and as the glans slipped past the ring and popped inside, he clenched, muscles clamping down on the demon's member like a vise, pulling a soft groan of pleasure from him.

A choked noise from underneath him drew Azeran's attention back to Simon. The boy was holding onto him with both hands now, fingernails digging into skin, lips pressed together in a thin line.

Azeran sprinkled a line of kisses along his jaw, fingers running through his hair, and whispered, "Breathe, darling. Breathe. You're doing so well for me, just breathe."

Simon forced a breath out through tight lips. "It's- fuck. It's really big - Azeran, I don't know if all of that is going to fit in me."

"Oh, absolutely not," Azeran couldn't help a soft chuckle, "especially not on your first try. I'll be impressed if you manage to take half of it."

Simon seemed to have acclimated somewhat, in the moment that passed while they spoke; his breathing came slightly easier, though was still shaky. He rolled his hips experimentally, his breath catching as Azeran sank another quarter inch into him.

Azeran dropped his head on the wizard's shoulder, with a shaky exhale of his own, and whispered, "Gods, you are so unbelievably tight."

The words sent a shiver through Simon. He lightly squeezed the demon's shoulder. "K- Keep going."

Azeran did not need to be told twice.

The demon's self-control was hanging by a thread, but he managed to be patient and go slow; fingers, still, tangled in Simon's hair, cradling his skull, murmuring a steady stream of encouragements - that's it, good boy, you're taking it so well for me, my beautiful boy, gods you feel so amazing - as he started a slow, rolling rhythm, pushing in an inch, withdrawing slightly, pausing for a few seconds, then again. Simon clutched his shoulders, face buried in his neck, answering each whispered word of praise with a sighing moan into the demon's skin, their voices mingling in a duet of pleasure as Azeran filled him.

Simon suddenly twitched, gasped, legs tightening around Azeran's torso as his cock slid inside one more inch, then released a stream of moans and needy grunts as he moved his hips, grinding desperately against the demon's cock.

Azeran took a quick look down to assess. Right. About three inches, then.

He knew he was thick enough that he'd hit Simon's prostate regardless of the angle, but knowing the depth was always helpful in driving a bottom insane. Deciding to suspend, just for the moment, the project of bottoming out, he gave the boy a series of short, jerky thrusts, hitting that sweet spot inside him over and over.

Simon went completely feral underneath him, fucking himself back on Azeran's cock, fisting his hair and yanking, hard, screaming his pleasure at the ceiling, "Oh- fuck, gods, yes- Azera-ahh- don't stop, Azeran, please don't stop-"

"Oh, don't worry, gorgeous, I don't intend to. Fuck, I love seeing you fall apart like this."

Simon wrapped his legs around him, pushing himself up off the desk to meet him as he moaned, "M- more, please, I need- I need you deeper-"

Azeran growled, his hips snapping forward before he could stop himself - Simon yelped, his eyes watering as another two inches rammed into him.

"Fuck," Azeran panted, freezing, "Sorry-"

"Nonono, Mh- hahh- don't- don't stop-"

Azeran pushed forward - slowly, gently, still, he didn't want to hurt the beautiful boy under him - feeding him one more inch, then one more after that - and his cock met the inner wall.

Seven inches. Almost exactly half. Not bad.

Simon made a desperate little noise underneath him when he stopped moving.

"Beautiful boy," Azeran planted a kiss on Simon's red, swollen lips, "You are doing so amazing for me, you're taking me so well-"

Simon interrupted him by grabbing his hair with both hands and dragging him down for a ravenous kiss, teeth pulling at Azeran's bottom lip.

Gods, how did this soft, shy, virgin boy know exactly what to do to drive Azeran into a frenzy? He growled into his mouth, pulling out a few inches and - no, control yourself, don't slam back in - thrust back in in a single smooth motion. Then again, pulling out a bit further - he repeated this motion, going just a bit further each time, making sure to keep the movements, while not necessarily slow, careful.

Simon grunted under him, meeting him at every stroke - then pulled away from the kiss. "Harder."

Azeran paused. "Are you sure?"

"Azeran," Simon locked eyes with his demon, his voice shockingly steady given the situation, "when I said fuck me, I meant fuck me. I can take it."

Azeran's self control was beginning to collapse in on itself. He dropped his head down, pressing his forehead against Simon's, and softly warned, "If I start, darling, I don't know if I'll be able to stop."

"Good," Simon breathed, "I don't want you to stop."

Well, how could anyone say no to that. A soft animal noise rumbled in the back of Azeran's throat - his grip on Simon's scalp tightened, his other hand coming down to grip the boy's hip - he pulled out almost entirely, leaving only the head inside him, then thrust, filling him completely in one stroke.

Simon cried out; his nails dragged down Azeran's back, hole clenching deliciously around the demon's cock.

On the outstroke, Azeran grunted into Simon's ear, "Yes?"

"Yes, fuck," Simon gasped, "oh my GODS yes-"

That was all he needed. He slammed into him again, and then again, thrusts getting harder, faster, as his wizard's moans - fuck me- Azeran- oh, gods- don't stop- so good- fuck- AZERAN- tore away his composure, dragged the hungry animal underneath up to the surface. He kissed him, hungrily, as he fucked him, though never for too long - he wanted to hear his beautiful boy begging for it, screaming for more.

"I'm-" Simon eventually managed, "I'm close-"

He pressed himself down, bringing his mouth to Simon's ear, and hissed, "Come for me, Simon."

Simon came.

The orgasm ripped through him, dragging a scream of pleasure out of his lungs, his nails leaving stinging scratches in Azeran's skin, his eyes rolling fully back, his entire body seizing.

And his hole.

Azeran groaned, mouth clamping down on Simon's shoulder as his cock was gripped, milked, squeezed by that impossibly tight heat, sending him hurtling towards his own orgasm.

Closer. More-

As he fell over the edge, his arm snaked around the small of Simon's back, pulling him up, off the desk, pressing him to his chest - Simon responded in kind, his arms wrapping tightly around Azeran's neck to pull himself closer - and Azeran found himself doing something he had not done in a very long time.

Seeding a human with anha, as he had explained to Simon that Saturday afternoon, was a conscious, intentional action - however, the decision, in this moment, to pool his anha in his gut, collect it, direct it to that point of connection between them, was made somewhere below the level of his consciousness. Not that he had the wherewithal to think about that now, as his climax collided with him. "Ngh- fuck," he grunted, pumping into him as rope after rope of his release painted the wizard's insides, "Simon-"

Simon clung to him, moaning into his neck. "Gods, fuck, Azeran, f- fill me-"

He was filling him, and then some, the excess leaking out of him and dripping down onto the desk underneath them. The anha flowed through the connection, carried by his cum from one body to the other, draining out of Azeran and filling Simon to the brim. By the time the pulses of orgasm finally subsided, the wizard was practically humming with it.

Azeran just barely managed to prop an arm underneath himself to keep from collapsing onto Simon and crushing him under his weight. His chest was heaving as he fought to catch his breath, limbs shaking from the soft aftershocks of pleasure - the same aftershocks that must have been rippling through Simon as he twitched underneath him, hands laying listlessly on the demon's back.

After a few minutes, Azeran had finally managed to stabilize his breathing, and he carefully pushed himself up to look down at his no-longer-virgin wizard. Simon was glowing, almost literally - a light sheen of sweat covered his flushed skin, a glazed look of satisfaction in his eyes, and underneath, Azeran could feel the thrum of the anha he had transferred into him.

He had seeded him. His mind finally caught up to what had happened - but before it could begin spinning into questions of consent and bodily autonomy, a thought surfaced from somewhere underneath his consciousness - human lifespans. Short. Too short. Even now, in the springtime of his youth, Simon naturally only had, what? 80, 90 more years? Before time took him somewhere Azeran couldn't follow. And then what? What would he do after Simon was gone? Would he even survive to see the funeral?

He didn't have a plan. All he knew was that he couldn't lose him, couldn't lose this incredible, impossible, infuriating boy, and if there was a way, any way, that he could give him a little bit more life to live, that he could stave off the day he would be taken from him, even by so much as a week, he'd do it. Without hesitation.

So he had.

That said, he had to tell him. He couldn't in good conscience make this kind of change to Simon's body without permission, even if the effects were all objectively positive.

Not now, though, he decided, gazing down at his Simon, still looking delirious with pleasure, and gently brushed a damp lock of hair from his forehead. Certainly at some point, they would have to have a conversation, but for now, there was aftercare to be done.