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Adult ++
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4,858
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17
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Obviously, this is a sexy one-shot between Albel and Fayt. There is no definition of where they stand currently because I’m just that lazy, but it’s after the scene with the Sword of the Crimson Scourge, so… yeah.
Hmm… I suppose the warnings would have to be… um… (not so) RAUNCHY BOYSEX. Other than that, y’all know what yer in fer.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Star Ocean: Till the End of Time, nor do I own any of its characters. I’m simply manipulating them like little puppets to do my sexy bidding.
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“We’re not so different, you know.”
Albel looked up from his half-untied gauntlet and saw Fayt looking at him with a warm expression. Scoffing at both that and what the blue-haired boy had said beforehand, the knight continued to untie his gauntlet until he was able to easily pull it off, leaving him in a long purple glove much like the one he wore on his right arm. He refused to take the left glove off, no matter what the situation.
“Don’t bring me into your lot. You’re a fool.”
“Hear me out on this!” Fayt replied with a pout, leaning most of his weight on his hands, which were placed face down on the dining table in the southern corner of their room in the Peterny Inn. He looked determined to explain to Albel what he meant by what he said and probably wouldn’t give up until Albel wholeheartedly agreed with his sentiment. For some, it may have seemed like it was a waste to try and get Albel to listen to what someone else had to say for once, but only Fayt and Albel know the truth of what happened following Fayt’s statement. Or, rather, what happened following his explanation.
“… Well, I dunno, maybe you will think it’s stupid,” Fayt went on, loosening the collar of his black nightshirt. Albel sat on the edge of his own bed, which was across from the one Fayt would use.
“Now you’ll back off? My, a pity. You looked so eager to tell me,” said Albel, looking a little miffed. Not that he cared of course—it probably was another stupid thing that Fayt came up with. Regardless, he kicked off his boots and cracked his neck. The younger man came over to the opposite bed of Albel’s and sat, looking at the knight with a meek smile.
“Ah… you see, I was thinking about it today…” Fayt replied, his hand going to the back of his neck. “… But that sword that you got from the king of Airyglyph…”
Albel flinched at the mention of the Sword of the Crimson Scourge, which rested in its sheath on the chair beside the dining table where his gauntlet still sat. The sword that carried his very soul and probably the souls of his father and the men who failed to use the sword. It made him feel proud to use the sword that held his father’s spirit within, but with a near-pout, he remembered that a little of Vox was in that sword as well.
“What of it? Are you going to flip out because you know…?” Albel started in a soft tone. “… I have such a unique way of thinking, don’t I?”
“… You don’t have to hate yourself so much,” replied Fayt, his eyes trailing to the floor. Albel shook his head and started to unravel the wraps in his hair. Once he was halfway done with one of his thin braids, he spoke.
“I have the right to hate anything and anyone I want. I have good reasons for what I do and how I perceive things.”
“But you shouldn’t feel as though you have to,” Fayt said with a firm voice. He looked up at him and was momentarily caught off guard by the sight of Albel with long wavy hair, fresh out of the braids. In a quick motion, the knight drew back the majority of his hair and pulled it into a ponytail, tying it up with one of his wraps. He looked to Fayt, his eyes still obscured by his dark bangs that framed his face.
“Stop staring.”
“S-Sorry!” Fayt looked back down, embarrassed and getting rather hot in the face. “It’s just… why a ponytail?”
“To keep it off of my face.”
“… It’s still on your face.”
“Will you shut up already and get to the point? You keep switching subjects.”
“Oh, right, I’m sorry,” Fayt said sheepishly, his hands gripping the soft cotton of his boxers. He was getting nervous about the subject at hand and wanted nothing more than to rewind and stop this from happening. For some reason, he felt like a teenage girl confessing her love to someone, and that analogy alone was enough to turn him the color of a tomato. He most certainly wasn’t a girl.
“About you hating yourself…” Fayt began, since his mind first wandered to that topic. “… I don’t think you should, no matter what you think you’ve done.”
“Those are the things I hate in other people,” Albel replied softly. “There’s no reason for me not to hate it in myself.”
“Hate the feelings or the behavior then, not you! You’re so strong, Albel, there’s—”
“Strong?” Albel repeated with laughter. “I’m hardly a strong person. A strong fighter, of course, but I’m weak-hearted and have a weak soul.”
“No, you aren’t and no, you don’t.”
“How so? I recognize all of those weaknesses of mine and yet I don’t change. I don’t do a thing about them at all. I just sit back and wait for someone else to fail so that I can come in and reap the benefits.”
Fayt shook his head, his face plastered with slight anger. “No, that’s not true, Albel! You do things for yourself! You fight for yourself and yourself alone, isn’t that right? You’ve… you lost the ability to use your left arm…”
Albel’s right hand tentatively touched over the glove of his left arm as Fayt continued.
“… And yet, you still do use it. That gauntlet… you’ve changed a weakness into a strength. You didn’t give up on fighting; you kept going, despite the wound that disabled you! That is not weakness… in fact, I admire you for it.”
Albel’s crimson eyes rested on the younger man’s face for a while, slightly widened in shock. It was true… even though he was partially disabled, Albel proved his worth by becoming ambidextrous, despite his flaws, as well as one of the greatest fighter in all of Airyglyph, if not the whole world of Elicoor II. He had made a name for himself by using his weakness as his strength.
“… It’s amazing, really,” Fayt went on, his face still red and focused on the floor. “What you do, I mean. If that had happened to me… well, you see where I’m going with this, I guess. But it’s not only a strength to use your weakness as something greater, but you’ve also recognized all of those faults and weaknesses that you posses. It takes a lot to acknowledge that about yourself, and yet you did it so easily.”
“… I still don’t do anything about it,” replied Albel almost sadly. His head was cocked to the side and his eyes were on his gauntlet to his left. They trailed down to his arm as he remembered that Fayt found him both amazing and admirable and even though the man had explained himself, Albel didn’t understand why.
“That can come another day,” Fayt said with a nod. “I know that you have the power to change, you just need the motivation, most likely.”
“Motivation?” asked Albel. “And what is to be my motivation?”
“Well, aren’t you tired of hating yourself?”
Albel couldn’t answer. He stared at Fayt with amazed eyes and an otherwise placid look to his face. He couldn’t believe that this person, this young man who was once his enemy could understand him so well. It was a little tiring to keep up the acts, the falsities… especially since he always had his eyes on other people, studying them for their faults so that he could feel a little better about his own. Looking to Fayt, he could never find any.
“… How… do you do that?” Albel finally asked, his tone unlike how he usually spoke. His voice most often had a bit of a fluidity to it, soft and almost lazy, but when he asked those words, he sounded meek, like a child wanting to understand something a teacher was trying to educate him about. No one had ever caught his interest quite like Fayt did and he suddenly felt like moving very close to him. Obviously, he stayed put, mostly in fear of scaring the younger man off.
To Albel’s question, Fayt asked one of his own. “What do you mean? Do what?”
“You seem to relate to me… well, you at least seem like you understand me more than anyone else. I doubt that old bat Woltar could talk to me about this in the same way. How, though? We hardly know each other and yet…”
“It’s like I said before,” Fayt answered, “we’re not as different as you think. We can relate to each other in a way.”
“And what way would that be?”
“Well, both of our fathers died in order to save our lives.”
Albel’s eyes widened for a quick second before returning to their narrow state. “… Your father did? Is that why… before we went to Moonbase…?”
“Yes, he died because he pushed me out of the way of a Vendeeni rifle. That shot was meant for me, but he took it and died. It was the same with your dad, right?”
“… I was a failure,” replied Albel, his head tilting downward in shame. “I couldn’t do what was expected of me and my father paid the price. We’re nothing alike, Fayt.” It was probably the first time he had actually used the young man’s name. “You aren’t a failure and you couldn’t have stopped or prevented what happened from happening. I could have and yet… I didn’t.”
“It doesn’t matter about that!” Fayt stood up and stepped closer to where Albel sat with his eyes on the ground. The knight remained unmoving as Fayt spoke. “The fact still remains that I sort of know what you went through and… you know what I went through, too. We… can relate because of that. You’re someone I can trust and turn to when I need help! I know it’s hard to believe, but I feel like I know you so much and I feel close to you and—”
Fayt stopped. Surprised by the arms wrapping around his waist, he realized that he was unable to go on with his statement and by the time he became aware that Albel was hugging him, he had completely forgotten that he had even been talking. He put his hands to Albel’s back as the man rested his head against Fayt’s stomach, breathing softly and calmly. Fayt wasn’t scared or disgusted or anything. It was just a hug and Albel, to be honest, always looked like he needed a few.
“… I never expected this,” Albel said softly. He didn’t move an inch and nor did Fayt, who was looking down to the knight with half-lidded, sad eyes. There was another brief moment of silence before Fayt inquired as to what Albel meant. The knight pulled him closer and ran a stretched hand up his back over the fabric of his shirt, pulling it up along with the motion but not actually touching skin to skin. Fayt’s back, especially his lower back, was a sensitive portion of his body, so he arched it slightly and shivered, fingers curling in the cloth of Albel’s shirt.
“Obviously, there are people who’ve lost their families… and their homes… husbands, wives, and friends because of the war that I played a big part in,” Albel said, his head moving so that he could look up at Fayt, at least a little bit. He couldn’t crane his neck all that much and Fayt’s loose shirt was getting in the way of the majority of Albel’s vision. Still, he continued, saying, “I had no right to do that, no matter what the cause or intent. I wanted to fight… I wanted to grow stronger until I was known throughout the world… or at least Airyglyph. That way, I wouldn’t be known as simply ‘Glou Nox’s son,’ the miserable failure who got his father killed.”
“You’re not a failure! … You… hey, it’s like I said that night,” Fayt recalled, looking down to meet Albel’s eyes as best he could. “That night… in this inn, no less. You asked me if I hated you and—”
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“Yes, I remember,” Albel interrupted him softly. “You hit the nail on the head, too, you little maggot.”
“Well, it was sort of obvious that you had some reason to fight so seriously… it wasn’t the war. If it was the war, you would have attacked us at the Kirlsa Training Facility right after we defeated Shelby. … What’s the real reason you let us go, anyway?”
To avoid answering, Albel faced Fayt’s hidden abdomen and drew up the shirt quickly, afterwards biting him hard right beside his navel. Not expecting that at all, Fayt gasped and immediately brought his hands to Albel’s shoulders to push him away.
“W-what was that for?!” he yelped, his face a deep crimson. Albel smirked, his face looking more mischievous rather than bored, like he usually looked. Just looking at Albel grinning up at him like that was enough to make Fayt’s blush cover his entire body. In fact, it was working quickly to do that.
“You asked a question that I didn’t want to answer,” Albel explained. “Ask again and I’ll do it again.”
“You wouldn’t dare…”
This time, when Albel went in for him, Fayt practically stumbled backwards and gripped Albel’s shoulders again. Having done that as more of a distraction, Albel’s arms wrapped around Fayt’s waist, something Fayt barely noticed at first. By the time he had, the other man suddenly pulled Fayt over, bringing him onto the bed—or more correctly, on top of Albel. Shocked, Fayt found that he was too busy staring into the red of Albel’s eyes rather than worrying about the obvious red on his own face.
“Wh… Albel…?”
Albel hid his face in Fayt’s neck and held him tightly, keeping silent for another moment before saying, “… I didn’t kill you then because I didn’t want to. That’s all. You were… I liked the way you looked.”
“Aahh…” Fayt shook his head, but Albel continued, un-phased by Fayt’s sudden lack of confidence in his own attractive looks.
“Truth be told, after the fight on Bequerel Path, I wasn’t your biggest fan, but I hadn’t known you were going to be there.”
“Did you go easy on us?”
“Hardly! … You maggots put up a better fight than I had expected, though. You looked like a pushover.”
“… Thanks.”
There was more silence after this, though Fayt could feel a smirk forming across Albel’s lips, which were so close to his neck it was a little nerve-wracking. He had found out a lot in a short amount of time, not that he wasn’t used to that what with all of the things he found out about himself over the course of his journey. He knew now that Albel found him attractive and apparently had no problem with being physical, regardless of how Fayt felt about him.
Fayt’s heart skipped a beat. How did he feel about Albel, anyway? He knew that he, at least, found Albel to be someone he could look up to… and yes, he was incredibly attractive… and right then, with Fayt splayed on top of him like that, each and every inch of Fayt’s being that Albel was touching was on fire and Albel wasn’t even moving. His arms were loosely draped across the younger man’s back and he was very still underneath the young man, but those feelings were enough to nearly make him dizzy. Albel’s lips so near his neck drove him wild, especially since it was further defined by Albel’s calm breathing, so quiet that if it wasn’t for the occasional burst of warm air across Fayt’s neck, he wouldn’t be able to tell that Albel was even breathing.
He let out a small gasp as Albel’s lips decided to take advantage of the feast in front of them and delicately pressed a few heated kisses along what he could of the younger man’s neck. Fayt’s eyes closed slowly and his mouth opened likewise, though his eyebrows furrowed in worry. He definitely liked this and didn’t really want it to stop, but was it okay? How far would things go if he let it continue? After all, he wasn’t even sure how he felt about Albel. But he did in fact feel him: the hot, soft kisses that were slowly littered across his neck and the careful caresses along his back that made him want to squirm, but he managed not to. Then, of course, there was the intense heat of Albel’s own body that was dizzying to be so close to.
Fayt also felt it when Albel suddenly pushed him over to his back and pinned him down, his legs on either side of Fayt’s hips. Fayt was about to protest when Albel caught him up in a soft kiss, one that was neither forceful nor avoidable. Fayt’s eyes closed again and his arms went to wrap around Albel’s torso when Albel drew back and stared at him. Fayt blinked.
“Ah… um, what’s wrong?” he asked, suddenly fearing that he had done something wrong. Albel shook his head and faced the side.
“… No, it’s just that was easier than I thought it was.”
“What was easier?”
“Kissing you. I’ve never done it before and with all of the hype about the thing, you’d think it was some huge event…”
Fayt’s eyes blinked wide. That was Albel’s first kiss? It hardly seemed to fit—after all, Albel was older than Fayt. Fayt had kissed before; in fact, he’d even once kissed another boy when he was sixteen, more out of curiosity than anything having to do with feelings. Homosexuality wasn’t looked down upon and was accepted as something just as normal as a man and a woman falling in love throughout the majority of the Terran cities back on Earth, though from what Fayt had learned from his history lessons, it took a long time for the people of the planet to wise up and accept people for who they were. It was apparently accepted around Elicoor II as well, or at least in Aquaria. After all, based on what Nel told him, she and Clair had been together for years and had never received any sort of grief because of it, save for Adray giving the silver-haired woman the occasional “get a husband” plug.
So if it was an accepted thing, why was that one kiss Albel’s first? Looking up to the man’s face, Fayt wondered if Albel just hadn’t cared enough about anyone else to try it out. With a look of understanding on his face, he realized that meant that Albel cared enough about him to do it and Fayt couldn’t turn him away so easily because of it.
“… Say something,” Albel ordered, unnerved a bit by the silence and the expression on Fayt’s face. Fayt sat up as best he could, considering he had Albel straddling his lap, and held him close. It took a moment before Albel hugged him back and closed his eyes, feeling a little relieved. He knew that Fayt could very easily kick him out of the room or even literally kick him somewhere unsafe, and yet there he was, accepting Albel’s unsaid feelings and returning them at least a little bit. In truth, it was all Albel could have asked for at the moment.
“Albel…?”
“What?”
“I can’t believe that was your first kiss…”
“Why is that?”
Fayt leaned back a bit to look at him. “Well, you kissed really well… and you even… on my neck, you were good, too… and stuff…”
“With all of the times I’ve thought about it, I think I should be good,” Albel said with a smirk. He delighted in the blush that covered Fayt’s face and then almost chuckled at how Fayt stammered out another question, this one inquiring as to whether or not he really thought about kissing Fayt like that. Simply, Albel replied, “All the time.”
“H-how can you be so calm about it?!” Fayt asked as he hid his face in Albel’s neck. Albel shrugged.
“Because why shouldn’t I be calm about it? If it’s really that big a deal to you, I can get off of you and we can pretend this never happened.”
“No, it’s not a big deal, it’s… just something else to admire you for,” Fayt replied sheepishly. “I wouldn’t be able to so easily tell you what you told me. I would look like a bumbling idiot.”
“Yes, but you’d be my bumbling idiot… if that’s okay.”
Although he didn’t appreciate being called an idiot, Fayt looked up at Albel’s face with large eyes and understood that the knight wanted an answer and probably wanted it right away. Absently, his fingers trailed down Albel’s sides until they ran out of shirt to line and ended up touching the skin of his abdomen. Curious, Fayt continued to touch him, finding that he liked how firm and lean that the other man was. After exploring that bit of Albel’s front, Fayt looked up his frame and brought one hand slowly upward, caressing the man’s chest through the fabric of his shirt.
Soon after, they were kissing again, slowly moving to get one another’s lips apart as Fayt’s hands continued to roam Albel’s front and Albel’s hands went to either side of Fayt’s face, where he cupped his cheeks. One hand traveled down to his neck and stayed there for quite some time as his thumb lightly stroked the skin there. However, once the kiss deepened and Albel’s tongue got to know Fayt’s a little better, the older man leaned forward, forcing Fayt back to lie on the bed again. Once he was lying down, Albel brought him quickly back into another kiss, this one more heated and passionate than the first two combined.
It was not only dizzying but arousing, Fayt discovered, as he lost himself in soft touches and slow, sensual kisses. He hardly noticed that Albel’s roaming hand was moving up under Fayt’s shirt until the point where Albel’s thing fingers reached the pectoral muscle above Fayt’s quickly beating heart. He froze for a moment, unsure if he should let this continue. There was still a question that burned in his mind and it was repeating loudly, over and over until he had to ask it himself.
“Ah, Albel…” The hand froze, but Albel didn’t speak, so Fayt went on. “… How far do you intend this to go…?”
“That’s up to you,” Albel replied, his eyes serious. “I’ve never done this before, so I’m fine with stopping and I’m fine with… the alternative. It’s up to you.”
“Waaah… why me?”
“Because personally, I’d like to go as far as we can go. After all, it’s like I said a long time ago, you’re my prey… and I won’t let anyone else have you.”
The innuendo in that sentence alone could smack someone right in the face. Fayt’s cheeks burned as though he was truly slapped and he found that he couldn’t reply right away. Albel was serious, or at least, Fayt figured he was, since Albel would have no reason to joke around like that. The fact remained that Albel wanted an answer to the question that Fayt had originally asked, so Fayt looked to him with a determined glance.
“… We can… keep going… but you have to promise me that the moment I don’t want to go any further, we’ll stop.”
“You have my word,” Albel nodded, not moving to get back into a kiss or anything right away. He wanted Fayt to take the initiative this time, like he had done when he was touching Albel’s chest, so that Albel could test out how much Fayt really wanted to do this. If Fayt didn’t move to go forward with it, then it meant that he didn’t really want it. If he did take the initiative, then it meant that he was sincere. When Albel was starting to get a little worried, Fayt reached up and brushed his fingers through the long locks of Albel’s bangs, admiring his face for a short while before leaning in and almost politely kissing him. It wasn’t long before Fayt dominated the kiss, leaving Albel to try and take the dominance right back.
Once he had, he decided to push things forward. Albel’s hand restarted its journey upward, since while they were talking, he had removed it from that spot for Fayt’s comfort. Albel’s rough fingers were working as delicately as they could manage as they handled Fayt’s soft skin underneath them, occasionally going more to the center to rub over a more sensitive area with his thumb. He broke the kiss and leaned back to look at the shorter man as if in question before pushing his shirt up a bit. He grinned at a red mark—obviously from when he bit him earlier—and continued to remove Fayt’s shirt. Since Fayt put up no protest as he did so, Albel decided to try and push his luck a little further.
That is, after he took a good look at the young man underneath him. Fayt was absolutely beautiful in Albel’s eyes. He was so lean and handsomely chiseled, had an adorable face and a wonderful expression that drove Albel wild, and the knight had him all to himself. Fayt was his, at least for the time being, and he wasn’t going to let this chance slip through his fingers. He’d wanted Fayt for a long time and he might finally be able to have him… and it may even be mutual, especially since Fayt was so willing to go along with everything.
Fayt took a sharp intake of breath as Albel’s hands positioned themselves on either side of Fayt’s frame and his lips met with the very center of his chest, between his two pectoral muscles and to the right of his heart. This was driving Fayt crazy, too, what with how gentle Albel the Wicked was being. It made him more at ease about the whole ordeal. Not that he was against it in the first place, but every little bit that made him more willing to continue helped Albel reach his goal for the evening that much quicker. As Albel’s lips trailed down to Fayt’s navel, Fayt’s head dropped back and he let out the first moan of the evening and Albel looked up to him, concerned that he had done something wrong or out of place.
“Was that good or bad?”
“… Good…” Fayt replied, a little breathless. He swallowed and sat up to see him better, though once he had, Albel kissed his lips again, his right hand lightly raking through Fayt’s blue locks to cup the back of his head. That left Albel’s other hand to do the rest of the work, which would be a little hard considering that most of the arm, his left, was numbed out long ago due to the severe burns he had gotten with on what he could easily say was the worst day of his life. The only person he would probably ever show the burns to was Fayt and he wasn’t sure he was even ready for that. He hoped that Fayt would understand that he needed a little more time.
Fayt didn’t ask about it and didn’t mind feeling cloth rather than what he assumed was once-burnt skin. He knew that Albel had his reasons for hiding it and Fayt wasn’t about to pry. He figured that when Albel was ready to show him, he would.
The thing that broke him out of his thoughts was the feeling of Albel’s fingers at the waistband of his boxers. His first instinct was to grab at Albel’s wrist to tell him to stop but as he moved his hand to do so, he decided that he didn’t really mind and instead rested the hand on Albel’s waist, his other trailing down his torso to do the same. The deciding factor was that he knew that he could trust Albel with this and they had already agreed to stop if either didn’t feel comfortable doing it.
Based on how things were progressing, it seemed like they’d get pretty far, if not the whole way. It made the whole thing more enticing to Albel as he tested what would bring out a reaction from the younger man, delighting in the occasional gasp he received from biting his neck or sucking gently on his collar bone. He wanted more of the noises, more gasps and at least one more moan before he went any further. He teased the hem of Fayt’s boxers, dipping no more than a fingertip under the fabric for only a mere second or two before removing them right away. The heat radiating off of Fayt’s body rivaled that of Albel’s own and he craved to see just how hot the two of them could become.
He was only aware that he still had his shirt on when Fayt started to tug at it, so he straightened and lifted his arms in order to remove the attire. Once it was gone, Fayt leaned up and closed his lips around one of Albel’s nipples, something that not only surprised Albel but aroused him. He tangled his fingers back into the locks of Fayt’s hair and silently urged him to continue having his fun until Albel was ready for more. It didn’t take long, either, for the knight to push Fayt back down and bring his hands back to Fayt’s only remaining garment. With red eyes focused on half-lidded blue ones, Albel started to tug the boxers down.
“You’re still…” Fayt protested, his hands going to Albel’s cloth. Albel swatted his hand away.
“I’m fine. You first, then me.”
Fayt’s head shook but he said nothing more, now silent due to the exposure and Albel’s interested eyes. He grinned up to Fayt, who was blushing and said, “I like it.”
“Shhh!”
Chuckling darkly, Albel wrapped the fingers of his right hand around the length and squeezed lightly, emitting a soft moan from Fayt. Albel liked the fact that he was in complete control; after all, he wouldn’t stand for it if he wasn’t. He stroked the erection with curiosity, trying to see how much pressure to apply to get the best reaction, where to touch him, and for how long until he had to switch to a different method. His thumb lightly stroked the head of his arousal and that action brought Fayt to sit up as he gave another gasp, one that turned into a moan.
“Nn… feels… good,” he managed to say and he watched Albel continue with his ministrations. Albel took advantage of how close the younger man was and pressed his lips to Fayt’s opened ones, immediately inviting Fayt’s tongue into his own mouth for the sole purpose of sucking on it gently. Fayt’s hands fled to cup Albel’s face as the knight sucked on his tongue and had to moan into the kiss. The mixed feelings were overwhelming—that, and Albel’s hand was moving a little faster than it had been.
Fayt’s hands slid down to Albel’s shoulders where they squeezed tightly and dug fingernails into the soft skin there. Albel hissed at the feeling of it, but found it more arousing than painful as he knew that the reason Fayt was doing it was because he was getting overloaded with pleasure.
In fact, once they had broken away from the kiss, Fayt’s mouth remained opened and was letting out pant after pant of hot breath, mixed with soft moans here and there. When his moans became more and more frequent, Albel knew what was on its way and it made him work harder to reach that goal. Fayt’s hips were twitching wildly and he found it harder to keep his voice down as the amount of pleasure heightened and racked his entire body.
It wasn’t long before he cried out and scratched his fingernails down the sides of Albel’s arms, shuddering and whimpering in the aftermath of his orgasm. He hung his head down and tried to catch his breath, finding that it was easier to do so once he crashed back down onto the mattress. He felt Albel lean close to him and reach over him for something. Opening one eye, he saw that Albel had grabbed his boxers and used them to clean the two up a bit.
“Couldn’t… you have used… a towel?” Fayt asked between breaths. Albel eyed him with one eyebrow raised as he tossed the boxers back to the foot of the bed.
“I’m not going to go searching for a damn towel. Those were the closest thing here and it’s not like you’ll need them tonight anyway.”
“A-aah…” Fayt stammered a little as his face went red, but other than that he could find no response. Assuming that meant that Albel was free to do as he pleased, the knight leaned over to kiss Fayt again, something that was returned with more passion as it went on. Breaking from the kiss for air, the two met eyes for a moment, silently agreeing that it was time to take things further. Sure, it may have been a little too soon in other people’s eyes, but at that moment, no one else mattered, let alone what anyone else would think. What mattered was getting the rest of Albel’s clothes off.
“What the…?” asked Fayt suddenly, his eyes on Albel. Before the knight could inquire as to what was wrong, Fayt went on, grinning. “You wear a thong?”
“Is that what you call them?” Albel asked, half-intrigued as he threw the purple garment to the side.
“… You must have a high tolerance for pain.”
“I can hardly feel the thing.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
Albel chuckled again, amused by the small bit of conversation that they could so easily muster right before they were about to have sex. He figured, at least, that it meant that not too much would change between the two when they were out adventuring. Nothing would be awkward and neither would be avoidant, and nothing would be made obvious in front of the others; they would both be the same as ever, only with a little boost in their relationship. It felt good to know that Fayt was allowing for this to happen, allowing Albel to take things so far. He was sure that it made Fayt feel good, too, considering that the blush he’d had since his orgasm had remained there.
“… Don’t we need… some sort of lubricant?” Fayt wanted to know, his eyes curious. He doubted that Albel had planned for this, which he hadn’t, and therefore wouldn’t have any of the substance with him. Albel got a little worried as well before his eyes caught the nightstand between the two beds. He reached over and pulled out the bottom drawer, rummaging around before he felt a small tube at his fingertips. Grasping it, he sat back up.
“We’ll have to thank the management in the morning.”
“You do that.”
After gently spreading Fayt’s legs a little further apart, Albel screwed open the tube and poured a little of the substance onto his index and middle finger. Fayt watched him with slightly widened eyes before closing them and letting out another moan as Albel lightly pressed a finger against the tight muscle, stroking it gently and preparing it for the later entry. Not too long after, Albel slipped his middle finger in and was surprised at how tight it was inside. Fayt, on the other hand, whimpered and shook his head as if denying the pleasure.
“Should I stop?” asked Albel, taking the gesture as a sign to do so. He froze altogether, worried that he had hurt him somehow.
“N-no,” Fayt managed to reply breathlessly, with another shake of his head. “It’s okay… it feels a little weird… but don’t stop.”
Nodding, Albel started to move his finger again and applied pressure to its surroundings. He shifted his weight onto his left elbow and pushed his finger further inside of the shorter man, stroking at various areas and stopping once Fayt gave out a loud cry. His back arched, causing him to almost completely lift off the bed only to crash right back down.
“There…!”
Albel took the reaction as a good thing and stroked him there, once again getting a pleasant, though not as intense reaction from Fayt. One of Fayt’s hands went to the back of Albel’s head and pulled him down to kiss him passionately, his mouth hot and his tongue seeking out the other man’s. Albel took that time to slip his index finger in, using it to stretch Fayt out a bit, curling his fingers and widely stretching them apart within him. The sounds coming out of Fayt’s mouth were nearly enough to make Albel go crazy right then and there, but he did his best to keep his composure. He could only imagine what Fayt would do while they…
“A-Albel…! I want…” Fayt stammered out, his face completely red. It took not a moment for Albel to understand and remove his fingers carefully, afterwards trailing his coated fingers over his own arousal to make things a little easier for the both of them. Holding Fayt’s hips firmly, Albel positioned him appropriately, telling him to bend his knees so that he could lock his arms under them, effectively pulling Fayt into his lap.
They were so close it was making the both of them nearly dizzy. After warning him that it would probably hurt even with all of the preparations, Albel slowly pushed into Fayt, his fingertips pressing into Fayt’s hips as he got a little more than the tip in. Fayt had his mouth open in a silent yell and his eyes tightly closed, though besides his fingers curling in the sheets beneath him, he remained unmoving as Albel continued into him. Once he was deeply settled, Albel eyed the younger man with half-lidded eyes.
At first, he found it hard to speak. It felt amazing, to say the least, and it was so warm and tight around his length it almost made him want to whimper with pleasure. He didn’t, of course, and kept his composure for the time being, wondering how Fayt felt at the moment of invasion up to that point. In all honesty, to Fayt, it still felt rather strange and it definitely hurt. Although Albel had stretched him a bit, it wasn’t enough to truly prepare him for Albel’s size and length, nor could it really prepare him for when things would start to get a little more heated.
Worried at Fayt’s still body, Albel spoke up. “Are you… all right?”
“Nnahh…” was all Fayt could manage when he first opened his mouth. He tried again and said, “This is fine… just hurts… a little. Been through worse.”
“Mmhmm,” Albel replied, “it hurts me a little, too. Will you… be okay if I keep going…?”
Fayt nodded, as he could not find the words to express his answer at the time. He whimpered as Albel began to pull out, only going out as much as he could stand before pushing right back in again, this time a little more rough. He couldn’t help it, really; he liked things rough and fast and it was taking a lot of his willpower not to rush himself into the younger man, at least not yet. Not that the feeling then wasn’t enough. Fayt was involuntarily tightening around Albel’s arousal as it was nestled deep inside of him, making it harder and harder for Albel to pull back when he was supposed to. It felt too good, he determined, and moved a little in order to nip at Fayt’s neck.
Fayt’s arms shakily wrapped around Albel’s shoulders, where his hands came in contact with his back and dug his fingernails into the skin like he had done earlier with his shoulders. He gave up on keeping his voice silent and allowed his moans to surface whenever they started to grow in his throat. With each deepening thrust, he realized just how good it felt, and almost all of the initial pain had disappeared with the immense pleasure of it all. After letting out a low moan, Fayt whimpered, “Nng… Albel… f… faster… or something… more…”
Albel took little to no time in obliging, moving more quickly as he thrust into the younger man, causing the both of them to let out a shuddering breath and moan, respectively. Fayt held Albel closer as he felt Albel’s length colliding with the spot that the man’s fingers had found earlier, occasionally bringing him to cry out his name. That sent Albel into whole other rush and his right hand sought out Fayt’s length, wondering if it had grown hard again due to all of the sensations. Delighting in the fact that it had and that it was still hypersensitive from his first orgasm, Albel wrapped his fingers around it and began to stroke him up and down.
The added feeling of Albel’s hand there caused Fayt to arch his back, effectively pushing him onto Albel even more. With a grunt, Albel moved to roughen up his thrusts, slamming harder into the younger man. Fayt whimpered out the knight’s name again and shook in his grasp, a burning sensation taking over most of his lower abdomen. Albel obviously felt it, too, for he found it harder and harder to keep his composure and let out some moans of his own.
“Nnh! Ahh… Al… bel…!”
Fayt went first, once again causing liquid to splatter over Albel’s hand, and now, due to his closeness, his lower body. Albel found it a little more than arousing that Fayt came so quickly and only needed a few more deep thrusts until he, too, succumbed and collapsed onto Fayt, panting into his neck and remaining still after the orgasm. Fayt’s arms tightened once again around him as if commanding for him not to leave. Not that Albel would, of course, but it also felt nice to have Albel so close right after something like that.
When Albel pulled out of him, Fayt whimpered, both at the slightly painful feeling and the lack of warmth that followed. Soon after, the two turned over onto their sides and stared at each other’s faces, still working to catch their breaths and cool down a little. Albel’s left hand reached out so that he could stroke Fayt’s cheek, suddenly feeling more for the young man than he ever had before. Leaning forward to rest his forehead against Fayt’s, he wondered if perhaps he loved him. Defying his usual cold, cruel nature, he nodded and decided to confess his revelation.
Fayt looked up to him with large, blue eyes and smiled warmly, turning red and burying his face into Albel’s neck. Albel, misunderstanding, also blushed.
“Hey! We do that and you still hide from me? … Should I not have said what I did?”
“No, that’s not it, Albel…” Fayt replied, moving so that he could see him. “I’m just… happy… that you think you feel that way. I think I love you, too.”
“Good then,” Albel nodded before sitting up. He smirked as he reached for something new to clean them up with. “You shouldn’t try moving for a little bit… and lay off of the training for a few days.”
“… How unfair. Next time, you’re taking it.”
“Ohoh?” Albel looked back to him with a broad grin. “Is that so? I seriously doubt that one. You orgasm too quickly to keep in control.”
“Wh-what?! No I don’t! … Okay, maybe the one time, but geez, what do—?”
Although he knew he wasn’t really in trouble, Albel decided that it would be best to interrupt Fayt by forcing him into a kiss, this one lazy and slow, yet very sweet. As they kissed, Fayt’s fingers tangled up in Albel’s long hair and Albel worked to clean their thighs and abs, which were partially covered in an obvious liquid. After the kiss, he made sure that nothing was left and tossed the garment to the ground, arms once again moving to hug Fayt close to him. Fayt’s eyes closed again.
“… I will be the dominant one next time, you watch.”
Albel chuckled and bit at Fayt’s neck. After hearing the anticipated gasp that the bite brought on, Albel replied, “Once I can bite your neck and not hear you gasp like you just did, then you can top me. But I think… it’ll be a long time before you’re able to do that.”
“… You cocky jerk,” Fayt replied not at all maliciously. Albel still grinned, although it faded slightly into a softer, more genuine smile, something that Fayt felt against his neck. After a moment of silence, Fayt spoke up again, noticing that he was slowly falling asleep. “Mm… I’m so tired…”
“Well, I assume you’re just as exhausted as I am,” remarked Albel, moving so that he was sitting up again. “We should probably move over and get under the covers… despite how hot we are right now, it’ll get cold in the night and we could get sick. Plus, sleeping horizontally like this will mean less room for the two of us.”
“You’re going to sleep with me?” asked Fayt, looking confused. Albel raised one eyebrow.
“… Why wouldn’t I, fool? After what we just did…?”
“Right… sorry, that was stupid of me to ask,” Fayt replied a bit sheepishly. Albel placed a soft kiss on his forehead before telling him to get up so they could move. They scooted up and moved themselves under the sheets, afterwards bundling up in each other’s arms. Albel still couldn’t believe what had happened, that he had confessed to and done so much with Fayt. It hardly seemed like it was real and he was a little worried that he’d wake up from the best dream he’d had in a while sometime soon.
After hearing and feeling Fayt sigh lightly against his cheek, he realized that he had nothing to worry about and closed his eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep as Fayt had already done moments beforehand.
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Yup. I felt like playing with the idea of Albel’s first kiss, since it’s probably rarely done. Or maybe I’m wrong. He seems like the kind of guy who’d be like, “Me? Waste a kiss on you? Bah. Maggot.”
… So! This is where I take my leave and beg for feedback. I hope that this was acceptable for you people. Hell, I know I liked it. ::bows and runs away::