bakerstreet | ❝Finally❞

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❝Finally❞

There's always been tension between the two of you, a will-they-won't they kind of vibe. Perhaps you're even romantically involved, if that's your way. But for some reason, you haven't taken the next step yet.

Now, though, you're finally ready to be sexually intimate.

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Prompts:
☆ First Time: This is your first time having sex, so it was something to approach with caution.
☆ Unsure: You're uncertain of your skill or prowess or even how to go about this.
☆ Uncorrupted: One of you is more innocent, younger, more inexperienced, and the other doesn't want to take that away.
☆ Differences: The two of you are different enough - perhaps even different species - that intimacy may be an issue, but you're ready to attack it head on.
☆ Taken: You aren't "together," and one of you is involved with someone else. This is the big decision to do an act that may be viewed as heinous.
☆ Forbidden: There's been no sexual contact because it's utterly forbidden, be it incest, class difference, enemies, etc.
☆ Realization: Maybe you'd been friends, but this is the first time you've really seen them in that light.
☆ Otherwise Distracted: Whether it be a job, a holy mission, or anything else along those lines, you've just been too busy to be with someone like that because it would take your mind away from what you have to do.
☆ Finally Free: Before, you just didn't have the chance. Now you do.
☆ Only Time: You were unsure before, but now, it looks like you'll only have this once chance to be together.
☆ A Long Time: You've been separated and it happened before you could get to the good parts. You want to pick up where you left off.
☆ Desperate: You've wanted them for so long...God, this feels so good, you never want it to stop.
☆ Romantic: You want it to be perfect.
☆ Waiting Until Marriage: Doing things all proper-like.
☆ FREE STYLE

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[Cast mates and cross canon welcome.]

( let me know if you'd like to avoid spoilers! )

[[Any potential interest in a gambling "slacker" with far too pretty looks? I'm caught up on WMTSB as well. If not that's fine~]]

( sure thing! were there any prompts that you were looking at in particular? i can see differences or perhaps otherwise distracted working for these two, maybe. )

[[Differences caught my eye first when reading through, but could maybe link in Otherwise Distracted too. So I'm up for either or both~]]

( we can go with differences! did you want me to start? )

[[Sounds goods and if you wouldn't mind that'd be great!]]

[ One could describe Belial in many words, but never hesitant. The archangel never waits for whats to come and instead takes whatever happens to catch the glimmer in his eye—selfishly, as if everything that is born into this world is, by default, his. Those who are just too boring to please him just so happen to slip past the cracks of his fingers, but those are just old souls he's willing to blissfully ignore as they waste away.

However, Crow is an enigma. He comes and goes, a fragment he spots in the crowd once or twice before vanishing off somewhere; perhaps if given chase then Belial wouldn't have to wait, but unfortunately there was always something that stopped him. An immovable force that constructively built a wall between the two of them that he, while not exactly desperate, has been meaning to break down. It's almost comedic considering the fact that he hardly, if ever, manages to hold interest in a human for this long, especially one so out of reach—only able to barely satisfy him with stolen glances and brief moments of acknowledging one another's existence.

But's not enough. It's never enough. For an archangel who admires the lust of man he can't steal himself away from the obvious—he wants Crow. Which, if given the whole mile, could be a grave mistake for the human.

Not unfamiliar with walking among man, Belial exchanges his glances from afar for a more forward approach. Honestly speaking the real danger comes with him nonchalantly walking onto this military school grounds and acting as if he won't catch the attention of observant eyes, but at the same time it takes a lift of his finger and zero resistance from the other party to leave them too overwhelmed to actually stop him. And soon enough it's in the absence of other people that he finally finds Crow, lips tugged into a pleasant smile. ]

You're a hard guy to find, y'know that?

[Depending on where you are, one would never guess that the country was on the precipice of war. People milled about and continued their daily lives, gossip traveled between housewives as merchants complained of the tax hikes on wares. Everything and nothing was... simple.

Being a military academy, they as students were faced with the issues as they came, but for the most part, continued on like another day, another lesson. Class VII was different. Everyone knew the red jacket symbolized a change in the hierarchy which drew a strange eye, but who would have known that donning the red meant that they would be placed smack dab into all the drama? Traveling to city after city, they met different people, helped fight, even got involved with some rousing politics.

--And yet, there was always that familiar face in the crowd that caught Crow's eye. Fleeting, hypnotizing, just out of arm's reach as duty field assignments drew him away. Occasionally he was able to stop long enough to share a knowing look, a brief smirk, before they were swept away in the crowd. It was frustrating, on both accounts of sating his curiosity and why he even felt it all together. Crow didn't pine and he will be adamant until the day he dies (which may be sooner than later), but this was something.

Perhaps that was why his voice caught in his throat for a moment when he turned towards that deep voice, a familiar face following his line. This was the last place he would ever think to see this man who drifted from place to place. Or maybe it wasn't that strange after all. Either way, this was now.]

I didn't know someone was lookin'. Don't tell me I somehow got on a wanted poster without knowing about it? Cause whatever it is I-- probably didn't do it.

You've got that bad of a reputation? [ A joke, clearly, though admittedly he's familiar of just the man has probably done. He doubts it's anything to register for a wanted poster but his interest is clear: cocking his head to the side and quirking a brow, the corner of his mouth curled into a grin. Perhaps there's more to him than meets the eye and that mystery is what keeps Belial delighted that he was the person to catch his attention. However that is just hopeful speculation; if he happens to just be a normal student at a military school then he'll have to find a way to entertain himself when he leaves.

And that would be a disaster. ]

You can tell me all the stories of you being a delinquent later, for now why don't we go somewhere a little more private. I've gotta talk to you... unless you don't mind going all out right here and now?

[ Aaaaaaaaaaaand there he goes. Being awful. ]

Me? Bad? No way, couldn't find a more dependable guy even if you tried. [He wasn't exactly wrong about the dependable part, even the most frustrated noble had to admit that he had his uses. But bad was a bit more subjective. Perhaps even downright evil.

Not that that mattered. For now he had other diversions to look into, ones that held the potential of being far better than just skipping out again on class to do some gambling. This was another gamble all on its own.]

Going all out on just a talk, huh? Must be something important since you came all the way out here for little 'ol me. Alright, I might have a place in mind.

[There was no mistaking what this was and he wasn't the type to beat too far around the bush; this guy, who he still doesn't even know his name, seems to play with similar rules.]

You're gonna find out that I'm a no nonsense kind of guy.

[ —To a degree. But the fine details and imperfect complications can wait; his greed and desire comes first, as it always does, and he knows that beating around the bush would only be a test on his patience. And while Belial might agree that being forced to wait at the very edge is more of a greater reward than punishment, it also requires timing... which is coincidentally enough being used at this point to find someplace for the two of them.

Wherever Crow takes them doesn't really matter, and to be frank the fact that they get there without Belial putting a pause to their quest to eagerly get his hands on him is a miracle by far, but once they arrive he doesn't even so much as hesitate. There's a confident hand that snakes itself onto the other man's waist and he reels him in closer, the corners of his mouth pulled into a perfectly lined grin. ]

Seriously~ You know how long I've had my eyes on you? It took a lot for me to not just drop to my knees immediately.

[The air was charged with some unnamed energy, an atmosphere of anticipation that he's never experienced before with any partner. Sex was just sex to him half the time, something to ease the physical ache and occasionally a reprieve from his stresses. Not that many would think he had any past the horse races and who to bet on.

It was that pent up energy that made him lead the other just a little faster to the location in mind: the old schoolhouse. Technically the doors were locked to the students when his class wasn't exploring it, and probably for good reason, but unbeknownst to everyone, he had his ways and sneaked in many a-time on his own. It seemed like the perfect place for the privacy that they wanted, and due to his own time exploring, he had set up a nice little padded area for when he wanted a nap or two. That was where he lead the other, the door closing behind them just in time as an arm snaked around his waist.]

You're gonna make me feel bad for possibly missing out on that sight. Maybe I should give you something in return for how long you've been watching me?

[While Crow was by no stretch a short guy, Belial practically towered over him. But it gave him the perfect excuse to card his right hand up along the open collar of a chiseled chest, his left gliding down visible abdominals in clear indication of what he wanted.]

Too bad~ [ Teasingly. If he had waited another second then there was a large possibility that he would have shamelessly did so then and there, but fortunately they managed to wiggle themselves out of that scenario. ] Though I wouldn't mind doing that later, maybe.

[ More importantly he's been given an option, one that he'd be a fool to refuse. If Crow has his hand to his chest there's no denying the evident skip in his heartbeat when the offer leaves his mouth; nothing done out of embarrassment, clearly, but pure, lustful excitement. Anticipation boils down in his lower abdomen and courses through his body in waves, tongue pushing between his teeth and slowly swiping across his bottom lip. He'd be a fool to refuse, especially after having waited this long. ]

Yeah. [ He nods his head, his arm unraveling itself to place his hand to the other's side, and then his shoulder. Not to subtly encouraging him to do exactly as he pleases while being aware of his intentions. ] I'd like that a lot, actually.

[As much as Crow enjoyed spicing things up, he didn't particularly feel like having to face some type of military punishment --or expulsion, that'd ruin his plans-- just for having public sex on school grounds. So of course it comes down to the next best thing--

Having sex on school grounds where no one would come find them.

While he was already making his way down the larger frame, hands mapping along available slivers of skin and bulging muscles, it was good to know as he was pushed down that they were on the same page. As his knees came to hit the floor and his hands started to work on the other's belt and front, red eyes peered up as he licked along his lips.]

By the way, you got a name? Not that it's necessary to suck you off, but might be easier than just calling you 'tall, dark, and sexy'.

[He's drunk when it happens, lounging on a surprisingly comfortable sofa in the back of the book shop, three bottles into a particularly fine vintage, and he's watching Aziraphale talk. For once. He's not interrupting or trying to explain or staring blankly in incomprehension, although he's certainly not paying attention. Instead he's staring, watching the war the angel's lips move as he speaks, watching those fine, delicate hands waving through the air as he tries to emphasise whatever incredibly important thing he's explaining, and it suddenly hits him like... like falling.

Honestly he doesn't know why he hasn't noticed it before, because in hindsight it's really rather obvious. He reaches out for one of the gesticulating hands and catches it, midair, tugging it towards him and kissing the fingertips almost experimentally]

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❝Finally❞

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Athelstan ( Vikings )

Keith | Voltron Legendary Defender | m/m

James | Marauder Era | m / f

Rey | Star Wars

vax'ildan | critical role

Steve Rogers | MCU | OTA

Ignis Scientia | Final Fantasy XV | M/M Pref

belial | granblue fantasy | ota

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