And Then They Had Sex

[poisonangel]

Characters: OOC Rad and OOC Alford
Fandom: omg!maou’s chat
Rated: R
Author's Note: This is a challenge response for maeitrae



It didn’t happen that night.

It was still over a month before Rad let Alford see him smile.

It was almost a year before he allowed Alford to see him naked, not due to modesty, but the myriad of scars upon his chest and the brand on his shoulder that marked him as a mongrel.

And it was another few weeks after that when it actually happened. Alford was surprised. He had become quite used to being stopped before things went too far. Maybe it was a reward for his patience. Maybe Rad’s body was just tired of being left out of the decision making process and had taken over his mind.

But whatever the reason, when Alford’s hands skimmed over the pale hips, there was no hand ready to stop his decent. When his fingers curled around the semi-erect flesh there was no word of discouragement. The human did not ask permission with words, but he moved slowly, giving the man time to react if he wanted it. Instead of pulling away, Rad arched into the touches, and he made soft sounds of need.

Every touch, every taste, every movement Alford made was giving. He showed his love in everyway he could. But it took time. Rad could not let himself surrender enough to find release. It wouldn’t happen that first night no matter how skillful the hands or intuitive the touches.

But time was no longer measured in months, but in days and hours and they grew bolder in their bed, which was generally Alford’s. Rad could use his room as a study during the day and wouldn’t have to deal with making the bed or washing the sheets.

Alford was the more visibly excited of the two of them when Rad climaxed. And never had the man worn such a deep, ruddy blush as the night Rad chose to reciprocate in full.

They spent many weeks just touching and tasting each other. When Rad accidentally brushed over Alford’s opening, the human slid himself fully upon the other’s lap and rubbed against his arousal. Their lips crushed hard together as Alford pushed himself down onto Rad. For almost a minute they clung together, connected physically in a tight union, adjusting to the presence of one another before Alford’s well toned muscles forced him up and then gravity shoved him back down.

Slow and careful fell away for fast and deep in an instant. Rad’s hand was upon Alford’s length as the man worked on top of him. Alford couldn’t get enough contact. Rad was inside him and touching him and kissing him and holding him and he needed it all and he needed more. His body was shaking and his breath was coming in sharp bursts as they moved as one.

And when Alford found his release it was so powerful it made him feel like he had never done that before. He was weak and trembling and he clung to Rad’s sweat-slicked chest sleepily, but intent against falling asleep and ending the moment. Rad took care of cleaning them up that night, and he agreed to sleep naked and curled up with the other man.

Being with Rad made Alford happy in ways he didn’t quite understand. Real ways. Meaningful ways.

They would have more sex, but they would also talk and dine and try out new activities together. Rad would take photos of him while he worked in the garden, and Alford would cook for him while he read.

And as long as he wasn’t sent away, it didn’t even hurt him that Rad didn’t feel the same in return. Others would say they were a good couple or speak of love. They thought Alford couldn’t see past his belief that he was inferior, but no degree of self-confidence would change the way Rad saw him. He knew that, and he didn’t argue their points. The truth was simple. You don’t call the one you love a puppy, no matter how affectionately you mean it.

But love was never something Alford expected from people. He knew Rad cared. He knew he was special to him on some level, and that was enough.

Maybe when Rad was ready things would be different. But Alford knew better than most that some wounds don’t ever really heal. You can hide them a little with the clothes on your back or a deceptively sweet smile, but they will still be there whether someone else sees them or not. They are a part of you always.

The difference he felt being with Rad was that for once in his life, he didn’t feel ugly when someone saw him for who he really was. He wished more than anything to be that person for Rad too, but until then he would not let a day pass without telling him how beautiful he was inside and out.

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