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Andrealphus pouted near the drink table of yet another ridiculous party his sister Stella held.
Usually, he'd be quite content in such a setting as this, sipping on his favourite ice cold vodka soda and gossiping with the other aristocrats.
But tonight, he was particularly frustrated. From where he stood, he had the perfect view of his, well, his not-boyfriend, Vassago.
Vassago was deep in some conversation with Stolas, Stella's drab husband. And yet, why did Vassago look so happy with him? Why did seeing Stolas laugh at Vassago’s jokes make him feel like someone had punched a hole into his stomach? Why couldn't he look away from it?
As if Vassago had felt Andrealphus's eyes on him, he shifted his gaze and made brief eye contact, before excusing himself from Stolas's company and gracefully making his way to the drink table.
When he got there, Vassago started pouring two drinks, ignoring Andrealphus completely. It wasn't typical for Goetia to serve their own drinks, but Stella liked having the drinks available for her at all times without having to wait for a butler imp to grab them for her. She was always so impatient.
Andrealphus cleared his throat, trying to get Vassago’s attention.
“Ah-ah-ah, Andre, you're breaking the rules,” Vassago commented quietly. Andrealphus groaned.
“Vassago, perhaps this silly game should happen another night. I thought I could do this, but you're making it so challenging for me… talking to Stolas of all people,” Andrealphus grumbled.
Earlier in the night, before the party, Vassago had teased Andrealphus, letting him know he wanted to play a game. That game was for Vassago and Andrealphus to completely ignore each other at the party, only interacting with each other if someone else introduced them.
Andrealphus didn't quite understand the game, if he was being honest, but he was starting to get the feeling that Vassago wanted Andrealphus to feel jealous. What kind of sick freak wanted that?
“One more hour,” Vassago whispered quietly, grabbing his two drinks and leaving Andrealphus alone once more.
Another hour? Andrealphus checked his pocket watch. 11:02 p.m. Great. Time was going by far too slowly for his liking.
He figured he'd try to make the most of it, abandoning his position from the drink table to stand near a group of Goetia that he'd met once through Stella.
Despite his best efforts to get absorbed into the conversation of the group, he found himself getting bored quickly. There was only so much discussion of interior decorating one could bear to listen to. Didn't these people have anything better going for them than their money and possessions?
At one point, he would have been more than happy to boast about the many priceless artifacts he had in his own home, like how he'd commissioned the most famous Goetian artist, Renoir Reginald Gregora, to paint a large portrait of him that hung in his grand foyer.
But it was as if a light switch had flicked in him ever since he'd met Vassago. There was something so special about him; he had a way of making even the most boring topics entertaining, he was a wealth of knowledge, he was humourous and clever and kind and devilishly attractive and…. Oh Satan, he liked him.
But not like that. They were just… well, they were something. Andrealphus didn't even know what they'd call each other. Partners? But that felt too intimate. Fuck buddies? Too casual, and besides, they hadn't actually fucked yet, just… fooled around. Fool buddies? No, that was stupid. Boyfriend was far too committal. So what were they?
“Andre, darling, I simply must introduce you to someone, come with me,” Stella said, appearing seemingly out of nowhere and linking her arms with Andrealphus.
She pulled him across the party, all the way to where Vassago was still conversing with Stolas.
“Vassago dear, I've come to save you from having to talk with Stolas,” Stella announced, pronouncing her husband's name as if he were some disgusting piece of rotting meat rather than a prince. Stolas's four eyes drew into a glare, an angry cascade of chirps falling from his mouth.
“Vassago, this is my beloved brother, Andrealphus,” Stella explained, ignoring Stolas's discontent.
“Andrealphus, well that's quite a lovely name! It's a pleasure to be meeting you, sir,” Vassago smiled, holding his hand out towards Andrealphus.
Andrealphus wanted to scream. Vassago treating him like a stranger felt entirely foreign and frustrating. But he knew had to play along.
“Yes, it's great to be meeting you as well, sire,” Andrealphus crooned, shaking Vassago’s hand. As they did, Vassago discreetly traced one finger up his palm, a motion that was only apparent to Andrealphus.
Andrealphus's eyes shot up to Vassago's, whose demeanor remained calm and friendly, as if they truly were meeting for the first time.
Andrealphus hated it. Had he imagined Vassago’s additional touch? Was this actually their first time meeting, and Andrealphus had just hallucinated their prior connections? No. Surely that was just the vodka speaking.
“Stella, I was just talking with Stolas about the beautiful palace you have. Stolas has done quite a remarkable job with the caretaking of the plants here. I'm really quite impressed with him!” Vassago said, his hand gently resting on Stolas's shoulder.
Hearing Stolas receive praise from Vassago instead of him made Andrealphus feel sick again. Was Vassago flirting with Stolas?
Stolas chuckled softly, “Oh, well, yes, I am quite fond of our plants here. Thank you, Vassago. Now if only you could get Stella to allow me expand my collection-”
“Absolutely not!” Stella huffed, crossing her arms. Andrealphus badly wanted to roll his eyes, but contained himself. He had more important things to worry about than Stella's miserable marriage.
Andrealphus noticed as Vassago took out a pocket watch, checking the time. “Oh my, it's 10 past midnight! I'm afraid I must be leaving for the evening. It was a pleasure to meet you, Andrealphus. And thank you both for hosting such a beautiful party!”
Andrealphus's eyes widened as Vassago bowed and turned away from the group, walking towards the exit. Stella and Stolas began bickering again, something about the plants taking up too much space, but the words didn't register for him. His eyes followed as Vassago's brilliant red feathers disappeared through a door frame.
His body moved without thinking to follow Vassago. He heard Stella squawk at him, protesting his exit, but he simply said, “I… I shall be excusing myself to my guest chambers, Stella. We can talk in the morning.”
He didn't care that she continued to rage behind him. He had one mission: follow that sexy red bird immediately.
Except, Andrealphus couldn't find him, not at first. He wandered around the large hallways, peeking into large, empty rooms. Where in hell had Vassago gone?
Finally, he realized Vassago must have left entirely, and with a deep sadness he decided he really was going to have to endure his guest chambers alone. Again.
That was, until he opened the door to the guest room to find Vassago sitting in a chair by the bed, reading a book.
“Vassago! What are you doing here?” Andrealphus hissed, closing and locking the door behind him. Vassago didn't look up from the book, but instead he licked his fingers to flip the page.
“You can't possibly be ignoring me, still? In my own room? Isn't that unfair?” Andrealphus came closer to Vassago, trying to get his attention. He felt like he was invisible to Vassago with the way he was behaving.
Vassago, without looking from his book, held out a small folded piece of parchment paper in his fingers. Andrealphus saw it had his name on the outside, so he quickly grabbed it. No reaction from Vassago, yet again.
“Prove you want my attention. You're permitted to touch me. If you do well, I will reciprocate your advances. If you fail, I will finish my book and depart for the evening. Your choice.” The note read. Andrealphus looked back up at Vassago, processing what he read.
Vassago’s face looked relaxed, at ease, as if this were his room rather than Andrealphus's guest room.
Andrealphus whined, dropping to the floor at Vassago’s feet. “Vassago, please? Look at me at least, please?”
No response. No reaction.
The note did say he was allowed to touch him. So, perhaps he should touch him.
On his knees, Andrealphus started to trace his fingers up Vassago’s legs, past his long boots and up his thighs as far as his hands could go without disrupting Vassago’s grasp of the book.
A small hum escaped Vassago’s mouth when Andrealphus snuck closer between his legs.
The smallest bit of confirmation that Vassago might give him attention had Andrealphus salivating at the thought of more.
So, Andrealphus started taking off Vassago’s boots. Vassago lazily complied with Andrealphus pulling them off, but his expression stayed cold and unchanging as he flipped yet another page.
Once they were off, Andrealphus pulled Vassago’s foot closer to him, massaging each talon slowly. Another hum of contentment escaped Vassago’s mouth.
Andrealphus decided he needed to be more… aggressive, in his approach. If Vassago wanted him to prove how much he wanted his attention, he was going to.
So, he took one of Vassago’s talons into his mouth, his long tongue wrapping around it. Andrealphus moaned into it, sucking the talon before moving onto the next. This action was met with a longer, louder hum and a small crack in Vassago’s façade as his eyes fluttered shut momentarily.
It was working.
Andrealphus removed the talon from his mouth and once again began sliding his hands onto Vassago’s legs, tracing closer up his body until he reached the closing of Vassago’s pants. Andrealphus, slipped between Vassago’s legs with his face hidden by the book, struggled to unbutton Vassago’s pants and pull the zipper, but he finally managed.
He started tugging at Vassago’s waistband, and was delighted when Vassago shifted to allow his pants and undergarments to be removed.
At this point, Andrealphus was shaking. Neither of them had gone quite this far with each other, though they got closer to it every time they saw each other. Tonight felt… right. Vassago’s game was more exciting than he could have imagined.
Andrealphus pulled Vassago’s body closer to the edge of the chair, spreading his legs in the process. Vassago let out a couple small chirps as he lifted his arms slightly to allow for Andrealphus to have more room. He was still pretending that he wasn't affected by Andrealphus’s actions.
For Andrealphus, this was the furthest he'd been sexually with anyone. And here he was, on his knees, staring at the entrance to Vassago’s cloaca with his legs spread out before him.
Andrealphus licked his fingers and circled Vassago’s hole, surprised to find it was already quite wet from arousal. Andrealphus smiled at the realization.
Andrealphus could hear Vassago’s breath quickening slightly as he experimentally pushed one finger inside him.
From where he was now positioned, Andrealphus had a better view of Vassago's face, which was starting to shade as red as the feathers of his body as Andrealphus increased the pace.
And yet, Vassago never stopped “reading.” Despite grinding into Andrealphus's hands and blushing, he still managed to pretend he was composed.
Andrealphus needed to try drastic measures if he wanted Vassago to stop reading. He swallowed, looking up at Vassago’s stone cold face and then back down towards his dripping cloaca. The feeling of Vassago on his fingers was making Andrealphus wet as well.
Andrealphus began to kiss the inside of Vassago’s thighs, using his beak to nibble and tease at certain areas. More tiny chirps cascaded between Vassago’s beak and he moved his body closer to Andrealphus's face.
This was it. Andrealphus closed his eyes as he leaned in to lick Vassago’s pussy. He tasted sweet, like the fruit he often saw Vassago enjoy. Although Andrealphus was new at this, he tried his best to imagine how a tongue might feel on his own cunt as he licked between the folds excitedly.
Andrealphus focused, pushing his tongue inside of Vassago as deep as he could, curling it to hit him in a spot Andrealphus knew from his own body would make Vassago lose his mind.
And it did. Andrealphus heard the book drop to the floor next to them as two hands pressed the back of his head, pulling him in closer to Vassago's body.
Andrealphus took the opportunity to look up to see Vassago tilt his head back and close his eyes in pleasure as deep moans came from him.
Finally. Finally Vassago was paying attention to him. He wanted to keep doing whatever he had to just to be able to hear Vassago’s delicious calls of pleasure. So, he kept a steady pace at the spot that had Vassago arching his back and moaning loudly.
“Keep… going… please,” Vassago panted, spurring Andrealphus on further.
Moments later, Andrealphus felt a gush of liquid hit his tongue as he heard Vassago cry out, his body shaking.
Andrealphus removed his tongue after he felt Vassago’s body relax, only to feel his face being dragged up to meet Vassago's mouth. Andrealphus couldn't believe Vassago was so eager to have Andrealphus's tongue in his mouth after he had just been inside Vassago’s cloaca, but he was finding the filth of it to be enticing. Andrealphus certainly wasn't complaining about finally having Vassago reciprocate his advances.
“Good boy, Andrealphus,” Vassago crooned, still positioned above Andrealphus. “It's time I gave you the attention you deserve.”
If Andrealphus weren't on his knees, he might have fainted at those words and the way Vassago’s red eyes shifted slightly. There was a sudden intensity in them, and it stirred something in Andrealphus's gut.
In a swift movement, Vassago scooped Andrealphus by the waist, lifting him up easily and throwing him back onto the bed. Andrealphus blushed at the roughness, realizing he loved being manhandled by Vassago.
And manhandled he was. Vassago pinned Andrealphus down and kissed him roughly, pausing to bite and nibble at his neck.
There was a passion in Vassago’s movements that made Andrealphus melt into him. He felt Vassago rubbing his knee between his legs, sending tiny shocks of pleasure throughout his body. Andrealphus was moaning into each kiss, grinding his hips into Vassago.
Andrealphus and Vassago both started to strip each other naked, their hands rushing to undo buttons and pull off each garment.
Once naked, Vassago pushed Andrealphus back onto the bed, spreading his legs open. Vassago pushed two fingers inside Andrealphus, and he knew from their activities that he was ready for them.
“Poor Andrealphus wanted my attention so badly, didn't he?” Vassago crooned as he started finger fucking Andrealphus's cunt.
Andrealphus only responded in whorish moans, unable to process anything with the way Vassago’s fingers were making him feel.
Andrealphus had fingered himself plenty of times, but he felt he could never get the angle right with his body proportions. He considered buying himself toys, but found himself too embarrassed to explore that option.
Vassago’s fingers made him feel comfortably full, and he felt himself practically drooling with each thrust.
“Does my pet want something… more?” Vassago asked, his voice seductive.
“Yes, yes, please?” Andrealphus whined.
“Since you've been so good for me tonight, I think you deserve a treat,” Vassago teased. Andrealphus' eyes widened as he saw a flurry of magic between Vassago’s legs, his cloaca replaced with a hard cock that seemed to swirl in shades of glowing red, yellow and orange.
Andrealphus stared at Vassago’s cock before meeting his eyes once more. The desire he saw reflected in Vassago’s eyes had him practically vibrating with excitement.
“Please?” Andrealphus repeated, before Vassago leaned into kiss Andrealphus deeply. Andrealphus then felt as Vassago stretched his opening with his cock, slowly pushing further and further inside him.
At first, Andrealphus felt a sharp pain, right at the entrance of his cloaca, as Vassago pushed in.
But thanks to Vassago moving slowly, the pain he felt initially disappeared as he began rocking his hips into Andrealphus. He moaned crudely at the fullness.
As he got more comfortable with it, Vassago got faster and deeper, filling Andrealphus up completely and making him squawk from pleasure.
Vassago then grabbed Andrealphus by the hips, flipping him over and pushing Andrealphus's head into the soft pillows, gripping hard onto the feathers at the back of his head. He entered Andrealphus from behind roughly, fucking him into oblivion.
Andrealphus had never felt this good. He felt deliciously stretched as Vassago pounded into him. He couldn't stop the wave of noises he was making, some of them embarrassingly loud squawks followed by moans followed by high-pitched chirps.
“Vassago,” Andrealphus moaned.
Andrealphus had never experienced an orgasm quite like this before. He felt like he was being injected with white hot bursts of pure pleasure as he came onto Vassago’s cock. His entire body shuddered at the intensity of it.
Moments later, he was flipped onto his back once more and kissed deeply by Vassago, who pulled out to lay next to Andrealphus.
Andrealphus shivered, leaning himself into Vassago's warm embrace. Vassago was now softly caressing the feathers on Andrealphus's arm to soothe him as he came down from the orgasm.
“So, was it worth the wait?” Vassago asked.
“Well, yes, but next time it will be my turn to ignore you, ” Andrealphus teased.
“Hmmm, we'll see about that,” Vassago said, cuddling into Andrealphus. They both chuckled, embracing the newfound closeness between them. It wasn't long until they were both asleep.
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