Pleasure

Date/Timing: 18 October 2008
Setting: Hermann's flat; Oxford, United Kingdom
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The strawberry field fades away and Hermann finds himself blinking in autumn light slipping between the slats of his blinds.
Warmth.
His chest presses against Edan's back, his hand drapes across Edan's waist. He inhales deeply—strawberry, laundry soap, a hint of powder down from the sheets.
Edan shivers, makes a sleepy, grumpy noise.
Hermann kisses his nape.
A happy sigh; Edan shifts his hips.
His hand brushes—quickly pulls it away, blood rushing to face and ... elsewhere.
With his brain fizzling, his wings fight their binding.
He takes a deep breath, shuffles his feathers, re-settles his wings close to his back, exhales.
Edan shivers again, rasps, "Izzit mornin' /already?"
"Mmhmm."
He rolls—freezes, still facing away, and his neck darkens with a blush. "I, um, need t'go take care of something."
"Wait. May I?"
Edan goes very still, tense. "Uh, yes. If you're sure that's what you want."
"I am."
Edan relaxes.
"Is it what /you want?"
He laughs nervously. "God, yes." 
"Good." Hermann kisses below Edan's ear, pats his hip, reaches behind himself, fumbles in the bedside table. Lube in hand, on hand, lifts Edan's waistband with his dry fingers, takes hold—
"/Jesus."
"What's—"
"Your hand's /cold, mate."
"Oh, sorry."
"'s'okay." With a smile in his voice, "'s invigorating."
Hermann laughs, strokes slowly, gently.
"Ye can be a little more, ah, aggressive, if ye like."
Increases the pace, the pressure.
"Ah, /God, don't stop."
"I have no intention of."
"Just what I wanted to hear," Edan groans, presses harder against Hermann, who shifts his hips and adds a quick twist.
A string of mumbled Scots, likely profane; Hermann nips Edan's hairline—
"Enough," he whimpers, trembling and panting.
Hermann eases his sticky-slick hand away, wipes it on his own pajamas.
Edan flops himself over, breathes, "Oh my god thank you you're amazing."—
Hermann drinks in his features: lips parted, cheeks flushed, eyes big and dark.
—sighs, "I fuckin' love you."
Hermann's heart stutters; he swallows.
"Would you like me t'do you?"
Hermann nods, shy.
"Have you ever? With somebody?"
Shakes his head.
"You ever thought about /how you want it?"
Another head shake, mumbles, "Never thought I'd be in a position to ask for it."
"You're /kidding me."
"You're my first boyfriend. Or girlfriend."
"Then you're /waaaay overdue for this." Edan eases in for a deep, lasting kiss. He breaks off, says, "I'd like to blow you, if that's alright."
"That's alright," Hermann croaks around his racing heart.
"You're sure?"
"I'm sure."
Edan kisses him again, too quickly—
Hermann pouts.
—laughs, "Sit up, please."
Hermann does.
Edan pushes up on his knees, tucks all the pillows behind Hermann's back. "Comfy?"
Nods.
He sits back on his heels. "Now, if you're anything like me, this'll be brilliant, but last, like, thirty seconds." Smiles reassurance. "Ready?"
"Yes." His head's gone completely swimmy.
"Lift your bum for me."
Pushes himself up with his hands.
Edan tugs down Hermann's pajamas and shorts to mid-thigh, trails kisses from his navel to his hip, then— 
Hermann grabs a fistful of Edan's hair as his toes curl and his wings batter themselves against his binding—there's a quiet /crick! and a sharp pain, but it's too good—he stifles a yelp and drags his fingernails along Edan's scalp, then—
Edan hums—
—his hips jump, his vision dissolves in stars, and he bites down on his hand to smother a scream—
—swallows around him, pulls up and off—
—doubles over, laughing fit to burst.
—asks, "You alright?"
"Better than," Hermann wheezes.
"Brilliant." Edan presses another kiss to Hermann's hip, then eases Hermann's clothes back where they belong, sits against the headboard beside him.
Hermann giggles to a stop, winces as his fractured wing twitches, blinks away the galaxies inside his eyelids, takes a deep—satisfied—breath.
Edan, eyes closed, rests his head against the wall.
"And just like that," drawls Hermann, "I'm no longer a virgin."
"Nope. There's probably some mighty disappointed unicorns down in the Parks today."
Hermann snorts.
Edan smiles.
Hermann rests his head on his shoulder. "Thank you."
"You're very welcome." Cracks a laughing eye. "Was /totally my pleasure."
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