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If somebody said that he would get a boyfriend a few months ago, Sesa would probably die from laughter.
Boyfriend? Holy crap.
It's not like he wasn't interested in relationships. But well, when you're faking everything about yourself using a mask of a chuuni clown, most people will see only this surface, and not a wounded heart still aching from the old trauma. Yes, he became more open living at Rhodes Island, and even made friends, but he still couldn't be fully honest with anybody. Also Sesa didn't want to see sad faces around, so he continued smiling.
Who could expect that the right person was his acquaintance from the past.
Sesa didn't trust Passenger at first when the latter started working for Rhodes Island. He knew that Sand Pawn was a ruthless and scary person who wouldn't hesitate to manipulate or even kill people for his own needs. He didn't forget how this man was talking to him and Heavyrain in Sargon either.
But with the flow of time Sesa started liking Passenger. He was another genius just like him, a good colleague and learner. Moreover, his appearance was attractive; long pinkish hair, pretty eyelashes, deep eyes and very androgynous look captivated Sesa's heart, making it beat faster.
They started dating a few months after(not without the help of the Medical Department, their engineering friends and poor Heavyrain who was constantly tired, looking at their mutual pining). Passenger told Sesa about his feelings, especially about those which were similar to love and respect for his dead teacher whom he missed deeply, things grow bigger, and–
Now they were in their shared room, both naked in bed, sitting against each other.
'So, are you going to move?' Passenger's voice sounded in silence. Frankly speaking, he was tired from a harsh week and wanted to rest. But also he missed Sesa who returned from the mission recently, as they hadn't seen each other for a week, only messaging each other through it.
'What a bustler you are, oh my god. As you wish,' Sesa smirked, leaned back on the cushions, then lifted up Passenger with one hand without any troubles and stood still for a few seconds.
'Stop teasing. Or do you want an electric massage?' Passenger was looking down at him with a displeased expression. How cute.
'C'mon, relax. I'm just admiring your beauty,' Sesa chose not to give Passenger another chance to mutter at him, so he used his other hand to move Passenger closer, and just showed the entire tip in his mouth.
Passenger almost screamed. He had never felt such ecstasy before. It felt good, almost if his brain started melting.
Trying to be careful with his fangs, Sesa started moving his tongue up and down. Passenger's voice becoming louder indicated that he was doing well.
Passenger's long hair resembled red gold, ocean-colored threads were decorating it perfectly. What a sight.
And such a heavenly gorgeous man right now was moaning loudly from pleasure, his ear feathers were flapping upside down.
'S-sesa, that's–' Passenger is breathing deeply, one hand is petting his lover horn, the other one is gripping his fiery hair tightly, his legs pressed tightly to Sesa's head '–that's good. Don't stop.'
Passenger's legs weren't very muscular or strong, he wasn't a fighter after all. But it didn't matter for Sesa, who liked the thin, slightly spiny body of his lover. He knew how much inner strength this man had. Passenger started twirling already messy spiky hair of Vouivre, eyes-half opened. He was smiling, but not with that false polite smile he often used for most people, but a genuine, happy one.
'What a, ah, good boy you are.'
That was a bit of a weird compliment, but Sesa knew that Passenger was sincere. Well, he almost always was. The older man didn't have a need to hide his identity unlike Sesa, and Passenger used this to tease Sesa sometimes.
Sesa moved up his head and pushed Passenger's cock deeper, swallowing it. He still had to be careful, because while Vouivre fangs weren't so sharp, they still could hurt his lover.
Passenger likes being bitten, but that isn't the case now. He isn't even going to cover his face, his loud voice, almost cry, is echoing in the room.
All this makes Sesa so fucking hot . Passenger's eyes look lively, ear feathers are flapping rapidly, his legs are pressed so tightly like he really tries to choke Sesa out. Probably, he is half-unconscious now. Sesa doesn't expect that a usually calm, silent man can be so loud and filled with emotions. Seeing such a scenery turns him on, makes him feel like he is inside of the volcano. Something buried deep in his soul is burning with unspoken desire. What a man.
Sesa didn't stop gliding his tongue up and down until he made Passenger come, and licked all dripping cum. As soon as he finished doing this, he put Passenger on the bed only to get a puzzled gaze from his partner.
'What? Why are you looking at me like this?'
'I'm feeling strange. Not in a bad way, but still.'
'Didn't you feel good? Wait, or did you want something else? I should have just fucked you?'
'I did. But why blowjob, out of sudden?'
'Hey, I want my partner to feel good, isn't this obvious? I care about you, after all. Also you seem more tired than usual. Thought it would help you relax.'
Well, that was the problem for Passenger. It wasn't obvious at all.
'I'm... Not really used to this. Being cared for, I mean.'
'I know, you don't need to apologize. Also I'm here for YOU, and I am absolutely not gonna let you hurt or be sad,' Sesa placed his palms at Passenger's sunken cheeks. He was completely serious.
'Mhm. Thank you. But you still didn't have to lift me up, did you?'
'Nah. But you like my arms, so I thought you would enjoy this.'
'I did, so I want to do it again next time. But I'll hold you, got it?'
'Okay, okay. I know you can do this. Just don't tickle my tail, won't you?'
'I'll think about it,' he saw Sesa's lips purse in a pout. 'Just joking, I'll ask you first, of course.'
Passenger settled himself in the bed and closed his eyes. He was still tired, but he was feeling more relaxed than he was, thanks to Sesa. The latter moved closer to him and covered him with a blanket. It was a simple sign of concern, but it meant a lot.
‘By the way, have you ever heard of Lungmen's phrase "dragon and phoenix"? It's used to describe two people, who are very contrasting, but they complete each other perfectly,' Sesa was stroking Passenger's palms with his claws. It was slightly ticklish, but he was grateful. He loved this warmth and intimacy he never had.
'It sounds just like me and you. I am not a dragon though.'
'And I am not a phoenix either. Does this truly matter?'
Half-opened eyes were looking at Sesa with a silent fondness.
It really didn't.