fatalelukos:

“No, don’t look away.” Asya mumbled, leaning back enough to get a good look at the boy.

He took hold of Haden’s cock, thumb stroking along the underside slowly. He planned on dragging this out, trying to get the best reactions from the half-demon. And, if he could, he wanted to force the boy to beg for something. That sounded perfect.

A sharp gasp came to the boy’s throat, fingers curling into fists as he swallowed down the urge to voice his pleasure further. As if against his will, though very much of it, he slowly turned his head to look at Asya. His eyes were narrowed, lips not turned down into a scowl— it was a stoic face. Or, as much so as he could muster with the light fluster of his face and lust driven haze over his eyes.

“…Don’t tell me what to do.” He grumbled, still trying to keep his appearance rebellious. 

fatalelukos:

He tugged the shirt off with one hand, then using it to undo the boy’s pants. He pulled the material lower, along with Haden’s underwear, so he could tease sensitive skin with his fingers. Nothing but the barest of touches as he pressed his lips to the half-demon’s collar. “Very eloquent, Haden.”

“M— Most eloquent fucker y’ ever did meet…” He mumbled, turning his head away to avoid looking at exactly what Asya was doing. If I don’t see it I have no say, perhaps?

Even though he felt it.

fatalelukos:

“Really?” Asya pulled Haden’s shirt up, trying to make it obvious that the other needed to lift his arms. He moved one hand down, fingers lightly brushing the boy’s skin massaging around his navel before dipping under his pants. “What if you don’t feel like it?”

“Then I…” He paused, his voice catching as he felt Asya’s hand go— well, literally below the fuckin’ belt. “…Then fuck it. Stuff’ll happen, hell if I know…” The last part was muttered to himself, his lips turning down in a scowl as he raised his arms over his head.

fatalelukos:

“Is that so?” He asked, voice teasing. He continued pushing the other’s shirt up, pushing Haden to lean back as he bowed his head and pressed a kiss to the half-demon’s chest. “So at what point will you stop me?”

“…Whenever I feel like it.” He said after a short pause, trying not to react to Asya’s wandering hands— as well as thinking of an answer himself. Exactly when should he stop this?

If at all.

fatalelukos:

Asya sighed— honestly, it’s like the boy couldn’t decide whether or not he wanted to be cooperative. His hands pushed up under Haden’s shirt, stroking the skin of his stomach. “You say it’s not true but you really haven’t been making any attempts to stop me from touching you.”

“— For convenience sake.” He blurted out, hands going to Asya’s wrists out of reflex. “It’s…too much effort to keep your grubby ass hands for being touchy, so you know…I just let it be?” Did he say that as a question?

Fuck.

fatalelukos:

“For the record,” Asya huffed, “That is only with you.”

Mostly because everyone else he wanted to bone wanted the same thing. No molesting required— of course it was also a lot easier to do, and most of these people didn’t actually interest him as Haden did.

“And you aren’t denying anything I’m saying.”

“Well, glad to know I’m a special fuckin’ case, then.” It was said a bit questionably, because he wasn’t actually sure if it was a good thing or not. Good for other people, at least. “An’ I shouldn’t have to deny shit that’s obviously not true, thank you.”

One step forward and two steps back, on the road to ~self discovery~.

fatalelukos:

Asya rolled his eyes giving the boy a soft kiss.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“….And you’re a molester.” He muttered, and— oh look. No comment about lying and no comment about the kiss.

All aboard the train of self discovery and acceptance. 

fatalelukos:

“I was under the impression you didn’t want that.”

However if that had changed he was all for it.

” ‘course I don’t.” He said, scowling. “Just making sure.”

That was a lie, of course.

fatalelukos:

“Well,” Asya smirked. “I could definitely fuckyou.”

Really, Haden, you should have seen that one coming from a mile away.

….

Fucking word play.

“I think I’ve lost count o’ how many sex jokes an’ shit you’ve made since I’ve been here.” Haden sighed, rubbing the back of his neck— not like he tried to keep count, but. “Yet y’ haven’t done anythin’.”

fatalelukos:

“The fact that I knew you’d ask. And that you’d protest being simple.” He cocked an eyebrow. “That’s what you do that’s predictable.”

“…But you said it before I— but— fuck you how about that?” When it doubt, just insult people. It works well enough.

If by well enough you mean not at all.

Maybe he was predictable.