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“It’s really so quiet around here when Caelus isn’t with us,” March whined loudly with her arms folded on the table and kicking her feet like a petulant toddler, “I forgot how lonely the express was before he joined,”
Welt stared at the exchange from the corner of his eye. Dan Heng had stopped fiddling with the Omni Synthesizer– no, he’s not fooling anyone, everyone knows he’s just as worried as the rest of them– and looked at the pink haired girl with a deadpan expression.
“It hasn’t even been one day. You’re just complaining because no one wants to try that new app with you.”
March pouted, indignant, “Hey! Chatsnap will be funnnn! I want to see how long we can make our streaks last!”
Pom-pom, giving the two of them a wide berth, approached Himeko as she stared at the exchange fondly, “Are you finished, Himeko? I’ll take it to the dishwasher.”
“Oh, thank you dear,” Himeko held herself back from patting Pom-pom’s cute ears as the conductor diligently balanced the empty coffee cup and saucer. She turned back to the book in her lap. Apprehensively, Pom-pom paused and stared at her until she turned her attention back to them.
“Will Caelus be okay?”
Although no one wanted to admit it out loud, the Express crew had been uneasy since morning. Caelus had spent the night suffering from a high fever, unable to get out of bed, so delirious he couldn’t even properly talk without getting exhausted. It had been a long time since a Nameless on the Express was sick; the blessing of the Trailblaze protecting their mortal body and mind alike in a way that failed their youngest teammate.
March was right. Although the express was always far from idle and monotonous, Caelus had brought with him a new chaotic energy everyone acquired a liking for.
His absence made the atmosphere of the Express feel uncanny.
“Perhaps I’ll go check on him again,” Himeko rose from her seat. Welt’s concerned eyes tracked her until she disappeared through the doorway, but he made no move to follow.
-
Caelus’s room was still dark, the blinds drawn over the single large window, the only source of light being the unlocked phone on the nightstand showing a text from an IPC seller. Himeko had knocked on the door and heard a weak ‘come in’, and was pleased to see the boy sitting up. The blankets were strewn around him like a messy nest, and his face was red. Himeko reached down, the back of her fingers pressed to Caelus’s sweaty forehead. The sudden contact made him flinch.
“H-Himeko?”
She smiled, “Ah, your temperature is finally down-”
Caelus reached up to grab her wrist, eyes wide, croaking, “Himeko, I need to tell you something.”
-
Dan Heng had slunk back to review the Databank, and it left only Welt and March in an awkward silence in the parlor car. Welt looked outside, having lost interest in the sketch he was doing. The stars and a distant galaxy shone through the vast expanse of space, but the majestic view had lost some of its novelty after Welt’s long time on the Express.
Pom-pom happily trotted down the floor, and Welt reminded himself to be patient only because he knew March would ask the question first.
As expected, March perked up at the sound of their footsteps, “Pom-pom! Do you know how Caelus is now?”
Pom-pom turned towards her, seeming cheerful enough for there to be a rainbow over their head, “Caelus is all better! Himeko took him to the sickroom for a checkup, but- she told me he’s okay now!”
“Ohhh that’s so good to hear.” March visibly relaxed. Welt took it as his cue. He stood up, dusting off imaginary lint from his coat, and patted her on the shoulder in a dismissal.
“Well, I’ll go check on them both. Go get some rest, March.”
“Yes, thank you Mr. Yang! I’ll uh– I’ll just go tell Dan Heng,” March said, clearly wanting to go to Caelus herself, but resigned herself to her fate.
Good.
-
Welt quickened his steps. He knew, from experience, that the uneasy feeling of having a sick– or injured teammate– would not go away until he had seen them walk around with his own eyes.
It was a habit that hadn’t left him even after March teased him acting “like their dad”. After all he’s been through, he disliked seeing any of his teammates hurt. Especially hurt or sick enough to be incapacitated to this degree.
He stopped in front of the sickbay. Then, after a moment, he opened the door and walked in.
He should have knocked first.
Well, hindsight is 20/20.
The room was cold, impersonal, and smelled of sterility and alcohol, a smell Welt despised deeply. He didn’t want to spend more time there than necessary, so Welt did not hesitate to walk inside once he opened the door, stopping next to Himeko, startling both the occupants of the room.
“Is everything alright?” he asked, concerned, oblivious, his eyes taking in the state of the boy sitting in front of him–
“Ah Welt-” Was the only thing Himeko said, her expression alarmed as she froze.
Caelus was sitting, and appeared to be naked from the waist down, pulling at his shirt. His long legs were spread over the chair that he almost tumbled over in his hurry to cover himself. Welt’s eyes reflexively glanced down at the movement, and just before it was hidden, he saw a flash of of pink folds, promptly hidden by a jacket and Caelus’s own bare thighs–
Oh.
He had crossed the line.
Himeko and Caelus were both looking at him with wide eyes, and Caelus was growing pinker by the second. Welt floundered, opening and closing his mouth, before clearing his throat.
“I’m– I apologise, I should not have barged in like that... I’ll. I’ll take my leave then. Sorry again,”
Welt hurried away with his tail between his legs, willing himself to forget the last five minutes that had dragged on like an eternity.
-
Except, Welt couldn’t.
Welt Yang, the Herrscher of Reason, the Sovereign of the Anti-Entropy, the saviour of the world and owner of the Star of Eden, laid in bed later that night, staring up at the ceiling.
It was well past midnight, and he had fallen asleep just to wake up in a few hours. The cause of his disturbance? An aeon-forsaken wet dream, as if he was a teenager all over again.
Welt had been too close to climaxing when he woke up. He tried to will his erection down, but every time he closed his eyes, the same golden gaze would torment him. The plush looking lips, a flush reaching down the younger man’s neck. Smooth skin unlike his own scar-marred tapestry. The lips, parted slightly as the other moaned, tongue wrapping around his name, around his fingers, around his cock–
Welt sighed again, turning the other way on his bed. At this rate, he wouldn't be able to sleep all night. Perhaps it was better to just get up?
Or get rid of his erection?
Welt bit his lip, reaching into his pants and wrapping a hand around his dick against his better judgement.
The friction and heat was welcome, the member twitching in his hand in approval. He stroked it twice, groaning into his pillow in relief. Precum wet his palm, making the glide up his cock pleasurable and slick. Unbidden, the contents of his dream popped back up in his mind.
Caelus, who had never had sex before, putting his inexperienced hands around his cock, a perplexed expression on his face.
One stroke.
Caelus looking up at his eyes, unflinching, curious, naive, eager to please.
Two strokes.
Caelus, desperately spreading his legs, his throbbing cunt on display. Kissing up inch by beautiful inch of his delicious calves and thighs. Caelus writhing, crying out as Welt finally turned to his quivering hole. Tongue exploring the cavern, committing his taste to memory. A finger gently circling the nub nestled above it. Feeling the strong thighs squeeze around his head, the body experiencing pleasures it has never felt before.
Three, four, five strokes.
His own body covering Caelus’s, biting him just below his ear, licking the sweat-slick, salty skin. Sinking into Caelus’s wet heat as the younger man moans into his ears, his nails digging into Welt’s back. His tight little cunt spasming and clenching around his cock. His eyes tearing up in overwhelming pleasure. His mouth, falling open, to repeat, chant, Welt’s name like a prayer.
Sixth stroke. Seventh stroke.
Caelus’s legs around Welt squeezing, jerking, writhing as Welt wrings an orgasm out of him. Caelus crying out, his hole convulsing around the older man’s cock, begging to be filled with his seed. Caelus’s back arching off the bed, incoherent, unable to think about anything but Welt’s cock inside him.
Last stroke.
Cumming deep inside Caelus, painting his walls white, marking Caelus as his.
Welt pants, looking at the mess on his bed. At some point he’d turned all the way to face his bed, bracing himself up with an arm above his head. There was a wet spot where he was rutting against the bed, and his sheets were soiled with his cum. Welt rolled to his side, catching his breath.
He just jerked off. To a dream- no, a conscious, deliberate fantasy of his youngest teammate.
He’d had wet dreams before, rare as they were. And this was also not the first time he’d dreamt about Caelus. Right now, however, it felt sickening to dream about the boy. Welt had not only barged into his privacy, finding out something Caelus might have not been comfortable sharing with Welt yet (or now, ever), but he’d also crossed every line he knew when he decided to get himself off to such a dream about Caelus. He could imagine the hurt look the Trailblazer would send his way if he knew.
Welt sighed wearily, rubbing a hand on his face, and then flinching when he felt his rapidly cooling cum smearing across.
“I should clean up,” Welt said to the ceiling.
-
Cleaning up involved Welt hauling his sheets out, folding it to hide the… wet spot… and placing it in the laundry hamper. Welt’s ears burned when he realised the room smelled like sex, and there were no windows he could really open. At least he was the only witness of his crimes, he thought, properly jinxing himself.
He had just finished fitting in new sheets, when a knock on the door startled him.
He looked at the time, 2:00 AM Earth hours.
Who–?
“Co–come in.” Welt’s voice cracked, and he cleared his throat. He hoped the smell had dissipated a bit, and he was grateful the visitor hadn’t been here fifteen minutes earlier, when he was on the bed, one hand down his–
Putting on the new pillow covers, he glanced up as the door finally opened.
The very subject of his dreams, his nightmares, walked in, looking at the room with his usual sincere curiosity before his eyes fell on Welt. The grey-haired Trailblazer nodded in greeting when he made eye contact, his ears pinking.
“Um.. I saw your lights were still on, Mr. Yang, and I.. needed to talk to you about something. Is this a good time?”
Welt put the pillow down, “Of course, Caelus. Come inside.” He said warmly, as if he hadn’t just fucked his fist imagining it was the same man’s–
Caelus walked into the room, closing the door behind him softly. He slowly looked around, taking in more of the little details with wide eyes. It occurred to Welt that this was the first time Caelus had seen his room. Welt was usually out in the lounge, and kept his room locked, for no reason other than it being his personal hiding space when things got too overwhelming.
He didn’t mind Caelus being there at all, he realised. The man in question was making him feel other things instead by sitting on the edge of his bed and fiddling with his thin t-shirt, shifty golden gaze flitting across the room.
“So… did you want to talk about what happened earlier, Caelus?” Welt fought the urge to fidget himself. He didn’t want to assume anything, because he knew he’d just shove both feet in his mouth if he did, and patiently waited, standing against the wall opposite to Caelus.
Caelus nodded, straightening his back, making Welt stand up slightly too.
“Mr. Yang… since you’ve already seen… it, and Himeko told me you were worried so– I wanted to tell you that we found out why I was sick, and I am going to get better. But…” Then Caelus stopped, like he didn’t know how to continue.
Welt could feel his heart picking up the pace, but this wasn’t his first time trying to pretend to be calm.
“I hope you can forgive me for barging in at that time. Are you feeling better now? You don’t have a fever anymore, right?” Welt pushed himself off the wall and stepped closer to Caelus, placing a hand on his forehead. “You’re not as hot as before, I suppose, but your temperature is still high. What did you and Himeko find out?”
He didn’t remove his hand from Caelus’s forehead, and felt the younger man lean into his touch, sighing quietly. The very image of him on Welt’s bed, his red, feverish face, leaning into Welt’s hand who was standing in front of him, was making Welt stir in his pants, again, after he’d jerked off just half an hour earlier.
‘You’re sick, not Caelus’, his mind supplied unhelpfully. He quickly walked away, pulling a chair and sitting in front of Caelus instead, to listen to his explanation.
“Mnn, I’m better. Do you remember the fruit tree I got from a Vidhyadhara woman I helped on the Luofu?”
Oh, how could Welt forget. Welt had watched Caelus run around with her, helping her with great enthusiasm and teasing her until her cheeks had gone pink. How the woman had shyly gifted him a ceremonial bonsai from their clan despite Caelus not understanding the full cultural significance of it and telling her to live a good life, to which Welt had snorted back then.
“Sooo…” Their youngest trailblazer was smiling nervously, scratching the back of his head, bringing Welt back from the little flashback. “Himeko looked it up, and found out that it is a lineage of bonsai blessed by Yaoshi. The fruits were safe for them to eat since the Vidyadhara are descendants of Long, who don't- um, can't reproduce, but- uh…”
Welt blinked, trying to assimilate the information in his mind and wondering if he should be panicking.
“Blessed by Yaoshi..." Welt began, "Does that mean, you ate one, and… you’re now immortal?”
“Man, I wish! Or not, looking at Blade– What I mean is. Since Yaoshi is the– you know, Aeon of life and abundance and all, what happened to me when I ate the fruit is- um,”
Welt stared at him, trying to make heads or tails of the situation.
“Caelus. It's fine, we have time. Use your words.” Welt said to him, putting a hand on his shoulder, but the younger man almost jumped, his ears darkening more.
Welt curiously noted that reaction in his mind. Caelus inhaled and exhaled deeply, his hands absentmindedly soothing the bedsheet he’d wrinkled.
“Mr. Yang, I know this sounds like something out of a cheap porno, but eating the fruit gave me a… womb. And if I want to reverse it, you’ll need to… well, fertilise it. Giving it the… essence of a new life or something, I don't know. And then it’ll disappear. No child. Yay. Back to default.”
Welt stared at him for a long moment, the implications of the words sinking in, with the steady thump thump thump of his heart in his ears. His hands felt too warm. This indeed sounded like some self indulgent fanfic written by a horny teenager! He opened and closed his mouth like a fish.
“It’s… how urgent is it?”
“Oh, it’s not, I can live with it.” Caelus said simply, “But, well… whenever I’m in the same room as a man, it just… starts throbbing and wanting the seed, right? It’s very inconvenient, or I wouldn’t have bothered you with something like this, Mr. Yang…” He trailed off.
Said Mr. Yang coughed into his fist, trying very hard not to imagine Caelus throbbing in front of him. The very notion was making his cheeks feel hot as the reality of the situation started sinking onto him. He adjusted his glasses to calm himself down.
“I’m… And you didn’t go to Dan Heng because?” Welt heard himself say, and wanted to slap his own skull.
Caelus looked away, then back at him, leaning back supported by his arms, “Um… I did think about it, but I’m not sure if he’s willing to do that with me… and… well, while I am closer to him…” He scratched his cheek again, “I’m not sure actually, Mr. Yang. You were the first person on my mind. But you don't have to do it if you don’t want to!”
Well. That made something in Welt swell and preen, despite all his tightly held morals. He was inclined to believe whatever Caelus was telling him, who did look very sincere and sorry, but he knew the boy should probably go to someone closer to his age, or someone who just wasn't Welt, with their difference in authority and power.
He had been raised better than this, but even then it was hard not to let this opportunity go, and Welt leaned forward, standing up, right in front of Caelus again.
Damn their circumstances.
This was about Caelus’s comfort.
“I’ll do it. You said to fix it, we need to… have intercourse, right?” Welt said, and now that he was looking directly into Caelus’s large, trusting yellow eyes, he felt himself getting shyer. His brown hair fell in front of his eyes, “And… I have to… not use protection?”
“Yes… and cum inside me,” Caelus said shamelessly now that things had reached this point, looking up at Welt, and Welt could clearly see it, the haziness in his eye, the flush of his cheeks, his slowly quickening breath. Welt felt his own blood rush to his ears, not being able to stop staring, the excitement, the arousal roaring in his veins now that his fantasies lay in front of him, unobstructed.
“Let’s not drag it any longer then. Lay back.” Welt said, placing his knee on the gap between Caelus’s legs as the younger man laid down on his bed. His body moved on its own, his mind still hadn’t caught up to the fact that he was here touching Caelus. That he was going to fuck Caelus.
No, he was going to breed Caelus.
Patience, Welt.
The older man slid his hand down Caelus’s hipbones, ghosting over the line of his trousers, and put his palm on his crotch over the fabric. His hand sunk, the heat felt like it had travelled straight through the clothes, burning his hand.
“You know what we’re going to do, right? I’m going to be touching you, right here.” Welt murmured, unable to prevent his voice from going deeper as he spoke into Caelus’s ears. He pressed his two middle fingers in further, in a way he knew Caelus would feel it, even over so many layers, evident by the way the boy gasped, his hand clutching Welt’s arms. “Are you comfortable with me? With this?”
“Yes… I’m- I want it to be with you, Mr. Yang.” Caelus said, his voice shaking, his hips bucking up into Welt’s fingers, and each movement was like his body begging for Welt’s touch. He was already panting, and Welt felt him clench, eliciting a pleased sound from him.
“Mm… don’t worry, Caelus. I’ll make it good for you.” Welt said slowly, his voice in a soothing cadence, trying to make himself sound reliable. Gentle. Not at all acting on his own debased desires. “It won’t hurt.”
Caelus nodded, throwing his hands around Welt’s shoulders as he pulled the older man in for a kiss.
Welt indulged him and closed his eyes, tilting his head, slowly leading the kiss. Caelus was so… inexperienced, enthusiastic, his lips shockingly greedy, as Welt grabbed his cheeks. Caelus's chin in the crook of his thumb and forefinger, his cheeks squished, he looked adorable, and sweet, and begging to be broken.
“Shh… Caelus, follow what I do.” Welt said into his mouth, moving in to kiss the boy again.
Welt didn't know when he had leaned down, but he had one arm over Caelus’s head, the other slowly unbuckling his pants. He licked Caelus’s mouth, plunging his tongue in when Caelus moaned.
By the Aeons.
Caelus tasted like mint, and warmth, like a sip of water in the middle of a desert, and Welt couldn’t stop his tongue from travelling up the hot, slick shape of Caelus’s own. The younger man was being so responsive, his hands fisted in the shoulder of Welt’s shirt, the schlick…schlick sounds of their mouths meeting again and again filling the room, with Welt’s own grunts.
“Ngh..”
Finally.
The belt came off, and Welt sat up, pulling the trousers away from Caelus’s hips. The Trailblazer had his mouth parted, his lips swollen, looking dazed, and Welt chuckled as he threw off his pants.
“Remember to breathe, Caelus.”
Caelus nodded, and Welt stomped down the urge to call him a good boy. He instead grabbed the hem of Caelus’s shirt, pulling it over his head, leaving him in nothing but boxers, a damp spot spreading on them. Seeing the young trailblazer laid on his bed, his skin shining golden in the muted warm light, his face and chest flushed a sweet shade of red was dizzying. He was still panting, unfocused, already wrecked with just some kisses.
Restrain yourself, Herrscher.
“Should I take them off too?” Welt leaned over him, impatient, but watching with satisfaction, how Caelus couldn’t say a word, trying to pull his thighs together. Caelus seemed to be coming back from the daze the kiss had left him in, and blushed visibly.
“Y-yes, Mr. Yang.”
Welt kissed him once more, a chaste peck, for good measure, and then pulled the boxers down. The fabric came off, so terribly soaked that there was a line of slick joining the crotch to Caelus’s– Welt bit down a moan at the sight.
Caelus looked… delicious. His own colourful imagination could not compare to seeing the real thing in front of him. The light dusting of grey hair, the pink lips swollen red, the cunt glistening, covered with sweet slick under the lights of his room
“S-stop looking, Mr. Yang–” Caelus said weakly, and Welt had to forcefully rip his eyes away from the sight.
Right. He was here to fulfil Caelus’s request.
“Have you done this before, Caelus?” Welt asked, as he climbed up, kissed Caelus’s shoulder, breathing in the smell of ash and sweat.
“Not that I remember,” Caelus breathed, his voice, so quiet, so vulnerable, so honest and trusting. Welt was going insane, his hardness straining against his own pants. He trailed his fingertips down his body, feeling the ridges and plains as Caelus arched his back, meeting his touch, wanting more.
Untouched. In his mind, Welt's fingers traced a path down the smooth skin.
His. His. His.
Joachim Nokianvirtanen, wrote his fingers, reverently pressed just below the singular star-shaped scar on his chest.
“Ha–ahh–”
“Stay still. Don’t rush. I don’t want to hurt you.” Welt scolded him, his stable command betraying how his blood was singing in desire at the sight of milky, unbroken skin, seemingly waiting for him to sink his teeth into, to press bruises into, to map all the uncharted territory revealed before him, at his mercy.
Caelus moaned loudly, but obeyed, trembling slightly in place. It was damningly clear how new everything was to him, his limbs shivering, his body twisting in pleasure and frustration, not knowing where to put them, what to do to relieve himself of this torture. He bit his lip, eyes half lidded and his hands clawing at Welt’s arms.
No one has seen him like this. No one has touched him like this.
Welt’s fingers finally, finally, reached their destination, feeling the hot slick soak his fingers as two fingers teased Caelus’s entrance, his thumb drawing one slow circle around Caelus’s clit.
So wet. So slippery.
Caelus was like a firework with a lit fuse, bursting. His entire body reacted, curling up, as he cried out. “Ngaah– Mr. Yang–” His hands clawed Welt’s shirt, digging into the skin. Welt held his other thigh from closing, pressing his fingers further in, just teasing.
Circling. Pressing. Circling. Pressing.
“Fuck… Caelus. If only you could see how wet you are…” Welt growled, his eyes half lidded, like he was in a dream. It had to be. To be gifted something, someone so perfectly in line with what Welt always secretly craved.
Caelus moaned, trying to buck his hips, held down by Welt’s hand. Welt chuckled at his efforts, watching how the slick completely coated his hand, more gushing out as Welt continued rubbing his fingers up and down on the entrance, catching on the rim more than once.
He pushed the two fingers in, feeling Caelus’s wet heat offer no resistance at all, greedily sucking in the digits. The walls clenched around his fingers, and Welt couldn’t help but groan, curling his fingers up, until he was knuckle deep inside.
"You're so tight, so warm, Caelus. You're doing so well."
“Mr. Yang–'' Caelus cried out loudly, like it was unbearable for him, rendered unable to move with just one of Welt’s hands on his hip. Welt felt his brain go blank, unable to think anything but give this body underneath the pleasure of–
He twisted his fingers, ripping more moans out of Caelus, making him writhe, as he added another finger.
Twist. Stretch. Curl.
Thrust.
The hole was trying so desperately to clench around his digits as Welt stretched Caelus out. His cunt was swollen, red, angry, like it was begging for more, demanding for more. Caelus was oozing so much of his slick, that it was dripping down his thigh, and Welt had to lick his lips, swallowing his saliva.
He could feel, the tell tale tightness of Caelus’s cunt, the way the boy underneath him had been reduced to unintelligible babbles, that he was doing it well. He could feel the twitching of the walls, familiar; Caelus was close.
But that would be counterproductive to their purpose, right? He didn’t want Caelus to be overstimulated.
He slowly stopped, removing his fingers, and the whimper that came out of Caelus’s mouth went straight to his dick. The boy grabbed his hand with his own, bucking his hips. He was completely lost in his pleasure, and Welt knew there was nothing Caelus wouldn’t give at his moment to feel the fingers deep inside him again.
Focus, Herrscher.
“Mr. Yang!” Caelus whined, and Welt was weak. So weak.
“Caelus.” Is all Welt said, a prayer, a warning to himself, to not give in. He looked at Caelus’s wide, offended eyes, with his own. As if hypnotised, he brought his slick-soaked fingers to his lips, licking and then putting it in his mouth.
A compromise. He could be a little greedy.
“Mn…sweet.”
No one has tasted him like this.
Caelus broke eye contact first, biting off a moan as he bucked his hips up. He looked wrecked, his eyes watery, pupils dilated. Welt knew there was no one else he could be thinking of, except him.
“Mr. Yang…please,”
Welt stood back up, wiping his hands on his ruined shirt as he took it off, feeling Caelus’s eyes on him the entire time. He undid the button of his pants, just enough so he could free his cock. He shivered, stroking it slowly, feeling himself twitch as Caelus hungrily looked at it.
Welt knew, that he hadn’t lost much of his charm with age, but seeing Caelus look at him with such obvious desire made something hot flow in his veins, made him want to wreck Caelus, ruin his body and mind, to carve himself inside the pretty little hole, to the point that he could think of nothing but Welt, to the point his body would crave the older man’s embrace even when Welt was not there with him. To spoil him for anyone else, that Caelus wouldn't even look at anyone but him.
“Caelus. Are you ready? I will be entering you and…” Welt trailed off, despite his bold thoughts, a little shy on the outside.
Tightly leashed.
Caelus, on the other hand, had already lost all inhibitions. He nodded, climbing up, on his back and spreading his legs, putting his clenching cunt on display.
Fuck.
What a sweet, good boy.
“Mr. Yang, please… fill me up, I– I can’t– It hurts without you,”
Welt simply could not resist.
Welt climbed up on the bed, putting both of Caelus’s feet on his shoulders. He was careful; this was Caelus’s first time after all, and only teased the tip inside. His lips, on the other hand, were kissing down Caelus’s neck, his canines begging to sink into the flesh there, to break the skin, but Welt controlled himself, only licking down a stripe, sucking gently.
No marks.
Hold back, Welt Yang. Hold back.
“Mnn…ready, love?” Welt asked, his eyes half lidded, and Caelus moaned, nodding. Welt could only see Caelus, could only taste him and smell him. He could only feel him, his vibrantly alive body squirming in his hold, his moans and pleas the only thing he could hear. His senses were overwhelmed, as he slowly, slowly, slowly pushed his heavy cock into him, feeling the tight drag of the trailblazer’s walls clamping around him.
“Relax,” Welt snarled into Caelus’s ears, and felt him clench tighter around him.
Fuck.
Welt’s other hand had Caelus’s hip in a bruising grip. He slowly drove more of his length into Caelus, rubbing his thumb in circles around Caelus’s hipbone to ease some of the pain. He could feel, Caelus gasping, a single tear beading at the corner of his eye , that Welt lapped up, Caelus, precious Caelus, almost folded in half.
Welt was a fool to think his fist could feel even a fraction as good as the real thing. As having Caelus in his arms, split open on his dick, moaning beneath him.
“Shh… just a bit more… should I stop, love?” Welt asked, swiping away more of the tears with his thumb in concern. Caelus shook his head, one of his hands clawing down Welt’s back, the other in his hair, tugging.
“Ah… ah– don’t you dare stop– Mr. Yang– Ah,” Caelus said between his breathy and desperate noises. Welt smirked as he kissed the corner of Caelus’s mouth.
“As you wish.”
Then, without warning, he slammed the rest of himself in.
The noise coming out of Caelus was a sound he would remember for the rest of his existence, the sweet mewl, the sharp tug in his hair, the immediate loud moan. He chuckled when, despite everything, the word cute rang in his mind.
He gave the panting Caelus a few seconds to adjust, then kissed under his ear.
“I’m going to move, love. Brace yourself,” Welt teased, and then followed through, slowly, agonisingly, dragging his cock out, until only the tip caught on Caelus’s rim, and then slammed the whole length in. He did that again, and again, and again, the slow drag against Caelus’s tight, soaking wet walls, the clench around his cock, the very same cavern giving way obediently when Welt thrusted back in–
“It's like you’re made for my cock.” Welt confessed in Caelus’s ear between grunts. “Your body was made for me, is sucking me in, is matching my pace. Can you feel yourself clench around me?”
Welt groaned as the cavern tightened around him at his words. The sound of obscene skin slapping echoed in the room, accompanied by Welt’s huffs, grunts, moans. Caelus was singing, whining, whimpering, moaning, his hand no doubt clawing Welt’s back to smithereens.
“Ah.. ngh… don’t stop…. Ah,” Caelus moaned, “Give me more… Mr. Yang, more. Move.”
Restrain yourself.
Welt sped up, only a little, them grunting together each time Welt was completely seated inside him, reaching in so deep–
“Caelus,” Welt groaned his name, his thrusts getting irregular, coming close. He moved his hand, his thumb pressing Caelus’s clit down as he thrusted. The boy cried out, deliciously clenching, and Welt felt him tip over.
Welt gasped, grunting, as he fucked Caelus through his orgasm, the hot walls clenching around his dick, almost painfully tight. Caelus mewled in his ear, “Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang,”
“Mn, love,” Welt could not stop himself from biting into Caelus’s shoulder, burying himself deep within, as he felt the full force of his second orgasm of the night rip through his singing nerves, feeling himself empty into Caelus, filling up his womb.
So deep.
You’re mine.
Welt licked the bite mark on Caelus’s shoulder in apology as he slowly stopped thrusting. Caelus whimpered as Welt slipped out of him, cum oozing out of his puffy, red hole, down his thighs, and Welt fixed his dirty glasses. He slowly put Caelus’s trembling legs down from his shoulders, and felt his back starting to ache. He laid down next to Caelus on the bed.
Only for a moment. To catch his breath.
He gazed at Caelus, who was breathing heavily, his eyes closed. Caelus was still trembling, his fast breaths slowing down. Welt just gazed at the younger man, in his bed, under the lights of his room.
Caelus belongs here.
Hold back, Welt Yang. Don’t get greedy.
Welt rolled over, gently tucking the hair in front of Caelus’s forehead behind his ears, and pressed a soft kiss to his temple.
“Are you okay, Caelus?”
The boy huffed a laugh, and Welt supposed that was answer enough. Caeus yawned, slowly stretching, and winced. Welt felt himself wince too, when he slowly remembered everything he’d said, he’d done in a moment of passion during their lovemaking.
As an apology, he got up to get them towels. He changed into cleaner pyjamas, bringing a set for Caelus. Then he fetched the two towels, wetting them with hot water from his sink and returned. The boy looked more alive now, still on the bed but now with a pillow under him. Caelus’s eyes shone in mischief as he watched the older man work;
“Mr. Yang, you definitely know how to put a baby in someone.”
Welt felt his ears heat up, and cleared his throat, saying sternly, “Caelus, you asked for it. Now come on, get up, I’ll get you cleaned up.”
Caelus sat up immediately, spreading his legs, and Welt felt his face burn hotter at how… shameless the little Trailblazer was now. Was this the same Caelus who had stuttered while he asked to sit in Welt’s room just a while ago?
Welt diligently got to work, slowly wiping down Caelus’s torso, and blushing more when he cleaned up his cunt, his cum slowly oozing out of it, and stomping down the part of him that wanted to eat it out of him, or to plug him up with his cock all night and–
Welt could feel Caelus’s burning gaze on him, and quickly finished it up, dropping the towels right where the rest of their clothes lay in a sad heap.
“I’m done, Caelus. Do you… want to change and go back to your room?” Welt asked, adjusting his now clean glasses again. Caelus, under him, chuckled, “Mr. Yang, come, I need to tell you a secret.”
Welt raised an eyebrow, “What is it?”
“No, no– bend down–”
“Okay… now what is it– ack– Caelus?!” Welt fell on the bed as Caelus pulled him down by the shirt, flush against his naked chest.
“The secret is… I really can’t walk right now.” Caelus whispered in his ear, making Welt’s skin break out in goosebumps, “And Mr. Yang, you’re so cruel, you’d send me away after putting me in a mating press and rearranging my guts?”
Welt was speechless. After a moment, he took his glasses off and folded them on the nightstand, turning back to Caelus. He turned off the lights, the bed awash in just one soft nightlight, as he pulled the covers over the both of them.
“Go to sleep, Caelus”
“Call me ‘love’ again,”
“...”
“...”
A sigh and then a smile. “Goodnight, love”
“...Good night, Mr. Yang,” Caelus rolled over, clinging to Welt’s arm, as Welt placed a kiss on his forehead again, pulling Caelus against his chest.
Easy, Welt. Don’t be greedy.
“Sleep well. See you in the morning.”
When Welt woke up in the morning, his arms were empty, and the other side of the bed had long gone cold.