Title: Slow
Fandom: X-men First Class
Word count: 2100
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Azazel/Riptide
Warning/Summary: This is PWP, smutfic, porn - no literary value. DO NOT CLICK THE CUT TAG unless you want to read about two guys doing it.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters and no copyright infringement is intended here. I certainly don't make any money off of fanfic.
Cross posted to
azazel_riptide.
Note: Written in response to this prompt on
xmen-firstkink: “After a long day, they wind down with a slow fuck.”
Prompt is here. Slow
“When you and I are alone together in one of our rooms, I want you to remove all your clothing immediately.”
Riptide raised an eyebrow but began right away by taking his jacket off. It had been a long day, starting with an aborted heist of Shaw’s and culminating with a long stretch on the bridge of the submarine, moving the vessel has quickly as possible and dodging radar.
“I do not want to be deprived of the pleasure of looking at your beautiful body,” Azazel continued, watching Riptide continue on to unbutton his shirt. “It is bad enough that we do not get time together during the day.”
Shaw had Riptide stationed on that bridge for long hours each day, with Riptide relieved not very often by Emma or Azazel. Their first time together had been last night, and both men had been counting the hours until they could be relieved of their duty for the day and have some time together.
“You could undress right away too. What about my enjoyment of your beautiful body?” Riptide asked, dropping his shirt to the floor.
Good, Azazel thought. He has guts.
“Mine is…not so beautiful,” Azazel replied.
“From what I see last night - it was magnificent.”
“The room was dark. You did not see the scars.”
“Actually…I did see them,” Riptide admitted quietly.
Azazel paused and considered. He wasn’t sure why he brought up the scars - it was certainly not something he discussed with any of the other men he’d had. Needing a distraction, he got up to pour each of them a drink and sat back down with his, leaving Riptide’s drink on the side table. Azazel took a swig of his drink and quietly observed Riptide standing before him, now completely nude.
“I like the hair on your chest,” Azazel murmured. “You have good arms. And I like your thighs. I like your rear best of all - turn around, please.”
Riptide did as he was told and was getting quite hard. He wasn’t sure how he felt about being objectified but there was a certain thrill to it. He wanted Azazel so badly that he wasn’t going to question it. He sensed that Azazel was pretending not to show it but itching for this as much as he was. Azazel’s tail reached out and caressed Riptide’s body. Riptide allowed it to caress him for a spell, then grasped it at one point and lovingly touched it with his fingertips.
“I am going to get cold just standing here,” Riptide finally said. “You want to warm me up?”
“Yes. Come here,” Azazel said. He drank again and gestured at the one he poured for Riptide. “Do you want drink?”
“You want to know what I want?” Riptide asked, slowly moving closer to where Azazel sat. “I will show you.”
He crouched down and pulled Azazel towards him. He closed his eyes and kissed the older man. It was just like it had been the night before. It felt like pure fire, white hot. Somehow Azazel’s mouth was both aggressive and soft. The man knew how to use his tongue, and Riptide’s heart went flying.
“Now I am going to tell you the next thing I want,” Riptide gasped, pulling away from the kiss.
Azazel had a satisfied smile on his face. “I see you are…strong. Not content to always take orders.”
“You can order me around sometimes,” Riptide said. “But maybe not right now and definitely not while you still have that uniform on! What must I do for you to take it off?”
“I will do as you wish,” Azazel said, taking one more sip and then standing up. He reached to turn the light off and began to slowly remove his clothing. Riptide walked to the bed and turned down the covers.
“Do not cover yourself with the blanket,” Azazel said.
“I was not going to,” Riptide answered. “I see that you…how do you say? You very much like to see.”
“Visual,” Azazel supplied. “I like visuals. Especially when I have something this beautiful to look at.”
“Really? But you turn the light off just now.”
“I can still see well enough in the dark. Now you tell me. What do you like?”
Riptide smiled and almost blushed. He lay down on his back. “You learn yesterday what I like.”
“Tell me anyway,” Azazel said, approaching the bed now that his clothing had joined Riptide’s on the floor. “Tell me what you like.”
“Touch. I like touch. I like a strong man, a powerful man. I like what you do with your mouth on my mouth yesterday and just now. I like you inside me, the feelings from that. You do that better than anyone else I experience. And your tail. I like the tail.”
“Janos, you and I are going to get along well,” Azazel smiled again. He reached Riptide and bent over. He placed his tongue on Riptide’s firm abdomen and slowly licked his way up to his neck.
“Oh!” Riptide started as Azazel began to nibble on his neck. He gasped again when Azazel slowly made his way over to an earlobe and began to nibble on that.
And then Riptide was lost. He had to surrender himself totally because Azazel was kissing - or ravishing - his mouth, stroking his body with his hands at the same time and his tail was in motion too. The head of the tail came up towards Riptide’s face. He gave it a quick kiss before the tail dipped back down and wrapped itself around Riptide’s hard cock, and then started pumping, all the while Azazel was smothering him with kisses, licks, and nibbles.
“No, no, please stop - too soon,” Riptide moaned, the work of Azazel’s tail too distracting.
“I thought young men have no patience, but you want it slower,” Azazel chuckled.
“I am not that much young than you. And still, too soon right now.”
“You are right,” Azazel said, and his tail released its captive. “But later on this will be useful, will it not?”
“Oh god yes,” Riptide breathed, remembering yesterday.
Azazel resumed kissing his lover, this time taking it much more slowly. Instead of laying on top of him, he moved alongside Riptide now. Riptide enjoyed the feel of Azazel’s rough goatee against his face. Azazel seemed to enjoy ‘traditional’ kissing with lips and tongue against lips and tongue, and he also seemed to have a thing for licking. His tongue occasionally darted out and licked portions of Riptide’s face, chest, shoulders, arms.
Riptide had still never gotten a good look at Azazel’s backside, but when Azazel had been on top of him, Riptide reached his arms around and touched his back. He discerned that there had to have been serious scarring on Azazel’s back. Some of it even felt like marks from the lashing of a whip. He tried to put that thought out of his mind.
Azazel moved himself lower and took Riptide’s member between his lips. Riptide enjoyed his licking and sucking, but again he did not want this to end too soon and he was too close. “Let me,” Riptide murmured, gently nudging his lover’s head away. “Last time I did not do. Let me do this to you.”
Azazel agreed to it, and they changed positions. “Mmmm,” Riptide breathed, before beginning. “I love this big red dick. Soon it will be inside me.” With that, he began his work on the red appendage. His tongue first encircled the tip, going around and around. Then he dipped his head lower, taking more and more of it inside. He lodged as much of Azazel inside his mouth as he could. Gripping the base with one of his hands, he moved on it. Azazel was quiet but occasionally let out a groan. He loved the feel of Riptide’s tongue and lips, and Riptide kept a firm grip as he pleasured it.
“Very good,” Azazel said. “Very, very good. I am going to fuck you now. Do you want to get on your hands and knees, or lay down on your stomach?”
Riptide knelt, his head down and his smooth bottom up for Azazel’s pleasure. He wanted his lover to continue to enjoy the visuals. “Easier this way, I think. Will you do the thing with the tail again?”
Azazel chuckled. His tail was already reaching for the lubricant and applying a generous amount.
The tail felt so soft against Riptide. It was almost delicate, like a tongue, though Riptide wasn’t sure how that could be given what he had seen the tail do in drastically different circumstances. But he relaxed back and didn’t think too much about it, just enjoying it all. The pace was languorously perfect and the sensations against this sensitive area were very intense and pleasurable. He didn’t have to brace himself or beg the other man to slow down. The gentle but persistent stroking and pressing opened him up so that when Azazel finally began to enter - after having applied a large amount of the lubricant to his hardness - he went in very slowly but easily.
When he was satisfactorily lodged inside, Azazel grasped Riptide’s hips in his hands and applied himself to pumping. He slowly pulled away and then slowly thrust back in. He was so aroused that moving this slowly was difficult. But he did it; he wanted to be sure his partner loved every moment of it. Azazel’s tail, dripping with the lube, again came around front and encircled Riptide. They were able to thrust in unison, and Azazel started to move a bit faster. He looked down, pleased at the sight of his cock moving in and out of Riptide, pleased at the submissive posture his lover was in. He playfully slapped Riptide’s buttocks a few times. As his tail pumped faster, Azazel pumped faster. He murmured some words in Russian about how beautiful Riptide was and how he enjoyed the way he enclosed him tightly. He learned forward to lick Riptide’s ear. He wanted to ask Riptide if he was hitting the right spot - he didn’t know the word for “prostate” in English or Russian but he knew that some of his men before seemed to enjoy it when he hit a certain spot during the thrusting. But Azazel figured that he was doing something right given the moaning and gasping from his lover and the hardness of Riptide’s cock against the tail.
For Riptide, the feelings were incredible. Azazel had set it up so well, and then given what his tail could do, Riptide was lost. No one had ever come close to pleasuring him so much. He loved the sensations of Azazel thrusting inside of him, loved that such a big, strong man was becoming one with him this way. He loved that he could take his lover inside his body, and he loved that he was the one providing the pleasure since Azazel clearly adored thrusting his hips.
And then Azazel surprised him. “I am going to turn you over,” he said, slowly pulling out.
Riptide didn’t want a break in the action, even for a minute, and he protested as Azazel slowly withdrew. “I thought you like to look at…my rear, as you call it.”
“I do. But let’s try it like this…You ever do it this way before? No? Here, move your knees up towards your chest. You can rest your legs on my shoulders if you want. Very good. You are flexible, yes?”
Riptide saw Azazel use his tail to procure more lube and then he easily slid back in. This was quite new to him, Riptide thought as his lover began to thrust again. It was almost too intense, being able to look at your lover’s face during the fucking, being able to see his eyes. Azazel dipped his head down and again kissed Riptide, his tongue aggressively plundering his mouth. Riptide was surprised that Azazel seemed to enjoy kissing this much. Meanwhile Azazel’s tail resumed its earlier work, and Riptide knew he wasn’t going to last very long this time. He marveled that he had made it this far as the tail pumped just as aggressively. His dick was almost painfully hard and very ready.
“Oh god,” Riptide murmured as he began to come, shooting out all over Azazel’s tail and onto his own chest. Azazel fucked more furiously, maybe triumphantly, as he watched Riptide come. He enjoyed the sight of Riptide’s climax. He moved his tail up to Riptide’s mouth and then his own so that each man could take a lick at the cum that had spurted onto it. Azazel’s orgasm followed a moment or two later, releasing his seed deep inside Riptide. It was a deep, intense, and slow orgasm.
They stayed in bed for as long as they could, curled up together, until Shaw’s voice sounded over the intercom, calling Riptide to the bridge.