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Seifer seeths as Andrea jukes his grip. For a second, at least. Then, yeah, he guesses it makes sense. Kind of lame to not just go along with it no matter what's being said, but Seifer's used to fucking around with people who are overly sensitive about unimportant shit. (Like enthusiastic consent? Seifer godammit.)

Still. He should just let it go. Does he really want to know how far he'd let this go? Especially now that Andrea isn't in his immediate sight and that confused din in his head is dying down. He could just languish here after a good nut, clear his head, spend some time laughing about how he got some poor, unsuspecting schmuck to jerk him off in an alley when he's not even really into that kind of thing. Like, at all. He thinks, and then looks down to fit himself back into his trousers and realizes he's sprouting a little chub all over again.

Man, fuck this. ]

I'm just playin'.

[ He whirls around, grinning brightly as he advances. Plants his hands on the wall beside Andrea's head and leans in close. ]

Don't gotta get into such a tizzy about it. C'mon. You gonna run off in a huff, or...

[ He coaxes Andi's chin up on the pads of his fingers, running his tongue over his lip. ]

You gonna show me somethin' like you said?

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[Andrea is sure this is going to be the end of whatever the hell this is turning into, so he doesn't expect Seifer to close in on him again, trapping him between his body and the wall. It's kind of unfair how tall he is, but he could fight the brat if he has to.

And he usually doesn't take kindly to being cornered, but the kid looks like he needs a lot more guidance than he originally suspected. He hates that it has to go down this way, but he's going to put his foot down. Whether it hurts feefees or not.]

I don't like being played with.

[He's about to rationally explain his position like the adult he is, but Seifer's in his face and trying to kiss him. Or initiate something. Which...relaxes him a little from his kneejerk reaction of being told Seifer didn't like touching him. What the fuck is even going on right now? He's too old for this shit.]

Haven't you seen enough already?

[Andrea mumbles, his hand pushing out against Seifer's stomach to put some space between them when he leans close. Is he really getting hard again??? This is ridiculous.]

What is it that you want from me, exactly?

[ Seifer likes it a whole lot more. Andrea cornered is an Andrea that isn't going to slip away again like just before. And yeah, he's banking hard on the fact that Andrea looks like he's stacked sound enough to put up a real nasty fight if it came down to it and he was really in a spot he didn't like, so nothing to worry about there. He thinks, at least. ]

You don't?

[ That outfit of Andi's doesn't leave much to the imagination, but Seifer punctuates his point by dropping his gaze plain and brazen right down to the ridge his erection is cutting through the fine material. ]

Sure had me fuckin' fooled.

[ He leans against Andi's hand. Lets his gaze climb right back up til he's staring him straight in the eyes. The kind of challenging look that says "your move." ]

Maybe you're the one who doesn't know what he wants.

[Andrea sees where those eyes go when he Seifer questions the validity of his response, and well, he's still visibly hard. It doesn't help having someone reasonably attractive pressing up against him this close and trying to coax himself into his personal space.

They were going to have a whole talk about this later if they part on amicable terms. Seifer has a lot to learn if he wants to grow into a more responsible adult, and if this relationship is ever going anywhere Andi will put his foot down about it.]

That's not what I meant..

[His voice trails off when their eyes meet and he holds Seifer's gaze like a man trying to wrestle an alligator into submission without letting go of their hold on it's closed jaw. He's not sure why he stops resisting, but the second he lets up Seifer is pressed against him and he leans up to kiss him again.]

Just this once. [He mumbles against the other pair of lips, taking charge of the kiss this time to not leave much room for Seifer to do anything crazy with his tongue.]

[ It's different this time. Seifer is a lot more receptive to letting Andrea take the reins for some reason (hint: it's feefees), content to stay his ground and feel out the rhythm he sets. Now he actually fucking cares how Andi's lips brush and knead and takes that as a sign toward what he might want in return. And Seifer, he's a quick fucking study in any condition. Might actually make something of himself one day if he wasn't so...him. But right now, this is really the only thing he has going for him.

He presses his body flush against Andi's and growls at how good it feels, that hard jut of his cock against Seifer's thigh. He grinds his hips slow, shifts and does it again, until there's that perfect press of friction between him. His face is hot all over again. His hands are everywhere, like they've been locked away for a thousand years and need to touch everything all at once, and he's not quite sure how to hold or stroke, but he's listening this time, waiting for those physical cues that mean he's doing the right thing because fuck he wants to do the right thing so badly and he's going to be so furious if he fucks up again just thinking about it right now makes his head swim with rage. ]

[Andrea appreciates it.

He leads by example, showing Seifer exactly how it should be done, or at least how he likes it. And that is nearly the opposite of being choked by tongue. Just tasteful and brief moments of contact with anything past his teeth so no one has so feel smothered or choked. It's a little surprising how fast he picks up on it, and he can't fully take credit for being a great instructor.

The sound of Seifer growling causes more blood to rush down and engorge his cock even further. It fattens up in his pants making it all the more prominent when their hips press close together and cause Andrea to moan quietly in response. Maybe the kid isn't so bad. He just needs some guidance.

Andi isn't sure how there's any room for error in letting Seifer jerk him off, so he takes his hand and guides him back into his pants, drawing at the strings again to pull them open once more so he can touch him and feel his way through the process. He makes sure to put his hands on the young man's shoulders so he doesn't feel pressured to touch him if he changes his mind about it.]

What are you thinking about?

[ Seifer's panting sharply when his fingers squeeze around Andrea's cock, like he's the one getting pumped in slow, smooth strokes. Kind of doesn't matter; he's feeling everything tenfold now. Andi has this way of opening up his senses to shit that he didn't even know he could feel in the first place. ]

Can't think.

[ He presses in again, closes his mouth softly around Andrea's bottom lip and pulls away to let him feel that gentle stretch and pop. See, he's learning. And also looking at him like see, I'm learning, grinning in a crooked way that really works for him, makes him look mischievous and kinda lost boy-esque. ]

Might start talkin' again, and you hate that.

[ He laughs silently, shoulders shaking beneath Andi's hands, and considers what he's doing again. Andi did the spit thing. He'll do the spit thing. Oh, he's not good at the spit thing, just ends up kind of drooling down his own chin. That's fine, he'll wipe it off and rub it into Andi's cock which—now he has the taste of dick on his lips too, something he should have thought about before he did that. He needs to make up his mind how he feels about it. He's been called a cocksucker so many times in the past, he's not sure he's ready for the prophecy to be fulfilled.

And now here he is thinking again. Don't let mean shit blurt out your mouth, don't do it, Almasy, don't— ]

[Well that's nice. He can't imagine thinking is one of Seifer's strong points when he says some of the things he says without concern for how it might be interpreted. His lack of thinking too hard is helping Andrea at the moment because it keeps him nice and pliable.

He can push and pull or maneuver Seifer's hands how he wants, but instead he lets him dictate the pace and determine what happens next. It's not necessarily a test, but he is interested in seeing what he does with this freedom.

Andi hums into the kiss, unable to hide his moans, but not wanting to make noise right into Seifer's mouth. When he pulls back he sees the poor kid try to use his spit but just makes a fucking mess. It shouldn't be endearing, but it is. Andrea cracks a slight smile at that, but doesn't laugh outright. He doesn't want to be discouraging of this much progress.]

I'd let you try more if we were someplace more private.

[He can see the way he's looking at his cock afterward. It's not hard to imagine what might be on his mind even if he claims not to be thinking. Andi brings a hand up to rest carefully against the side of Seifer's face, brushing his thumb over those lips and then wiping away the extra spit from his chin.]

[ Seifer figures slow and steady. He's piecing it together, Andrea just isn't impressed with hard and fast, and he gets it. Like a classy broad, except he's not one. He can imagine why it'd be nice to feel like someone's willing to take their time with you, and right now...

Right now, Seifer's piecing that together too. The fingers fondly sweeping his lip. The intimate kiss on the scar. The shit Andrea's saying now. This is that romantic adult shit he's been waiting for his whole life. Andrea doesn't have to spell it out for him because he's young. He can put it all together himself.

His smirk shifts, turns into something more like a genuine smile. ]

Tryin' to get me back to your place?

[ He sees what you're huntin' at, soldier. He'll even save Andrea the trouble, just get it right out there: he's ready, he's willing, and him and his eighteen year old back are going to keep you up all night. ]

I'm in. If we're bein' honest, I didn't know where I was gonna crash tonight anyway.

[ Another laugh while he pumps his fist a little faster. Looks up at him, searchingly. This good? Or like this, if he twists his hand a little? He has a dick, why isn't he perfect at this already? ]

[This is not romantic adult shit! This is just being a mildly decent human being who also hasn’t gotten much attention lately besides the constant praise he receives from his loyal honeyguys and gals. It’s not the same when they’re on his payroll and they’re more like family than employees most of the time.

He’s definitely ended up giving jobs to people like Seifer without anywhere to stay. He’s not fucking savior but he does try to help the people in Wall Market in the few ways he can really manage. It’s a lot easier with Corneo out of his hair, but it would take time to set Seifer up with a place of his own. Until then...this could probably turn out to be a very bad idea.]

I’m not trying to bring you home with me..

[His voice cuts out when the blond pumps harder and he barely swallows down a moan. The beginning end of it reverberates off the wall behind and a little ways across from him. Fuck it.]

You...can spend the night. But there has to be ground..ah.. ground rules. [Why not have important conversations about boundaries while making it clear how little they get enforced? Well done, Andrea.]

[ That's a little better. The light in Seifer's eyes turns balefire-bright the second he drags a bit of sound out of Andrea. Means he's doing something right. And this time, when those quickening motions of his hand start running dry, he gets the spit thing right too, makes sure every pass of his palm is slick and fluid. ]

Sure. That's why you keep bringin' it up.

[ Twice is a trend, apparently, and even that's a stretch. Doesn't matter. Seifer's already made up his mind on what's the skinny here. After all, this is obviously happening. Andrea obviously wants him. And now, despite all his reservations to the contrary, Seifer can admit that he wants him too.

Very visibly right now. His face is flushed, his trousers tented. The way he looks at Andrea is a mix of insatiable hunger and something a little more whimsical, more profound. That's the dangerous part. ]

Save it. The only thing I want you thinkin' about right now is how hard I'm gonna make you come.

[ Don't even answer that. Seifer leans forward, kissing him, thrusting his tongue deep—and slow this time. His fist blurs between them. There's no way everyone around the corner can't hear the frenzied, wet noises he's making now. ]

[He's not going to argue with him right now. Andrea doesn't have the patience or the capacity for any sort of higher level function. He can worry about housing and boundaries later.

Also, he makes a small mental note to commend Seifer on how quickly he's learning, but carefully so he doesn't feel like Andrea is criticizing him. He can shut up and enjoy it. Maybe he's losing his fucking mind a little bit, but he finds himself looking forward to each time their lips meet, maybe kind of possibly craving how invasive his tongue is.

As he gets closer his hips start to move, pushing forward to fuck the space in Seifer's fingers, his arms wrap around the back of his shoulders, clawing gently and pulling him in close. He's not even aware of how loud he's being, putting it all on the echo. His breathing pauses suddenly when he comes, pulling from the kiss to press his face into Seifer's shoulder. He's just the perfect height for Andi to temporarily forget he is just a dumb teenager.

He spills over Seifer's fingers, eyes closing as the movements of his hips slow to a stop.]

[ Holy fuck, the sounds Andrea's making. Seifer's amazed by them. He's seen porn and gone to town on a broad or two with big mouths, but it's never been like this, hot and keening in a way he can feel deep down in his guts. Drives him wild, the way Andrea gets loud for him, even though he knows perfectly fucking well that he doesn't want to make a scene out here in the middle of public. Just too hot for it, feels too good—ain't that a thought.

And then... Seifer thinks he's leaning in for another kiss, but no. He's leaning into Seifer's shoulder, burying his face there, and man, what's the word for it, the one that normal people use? Adorable. It's so fucking cute. Who cares if Andrea's shooting off all over his favorite slacks; he wraps an arm around him anyway, rubbing his back, makes himself a strong and solid plane to cradle him while Andrea goes through the comedown.

Aaaaand now Seifer has officially made a dude come. What's next, he's wondering. Pride parades? Wham! shorts? Fuck it, bring 'em on. As long as he's got Andrea, who cares what anybody's got to say? ]

Fuck. Feel real good now, doncha?

[ His lips brush over Andi's hair. His arm squeezes, just enough to be secure instead of suffocating. ]

[This is awful. All of this is awful. It would seem he's entered that phase of crazy mid-life time where he's starting to forget his age. Things like this? He doesn't do this. Letting some blond convince him to give him a handy in a dark alley, then let said blond return the favor, offering him a place to stay. This isn't typical behavior for him. Is this a midlife crisis?

He's in the process of composing himself again, eventually letting go of Seifer's shoulders, hoping the rational part of his brain steps up to end this madness. When he makes the mistake of making eye contact, the way that Seifer looks at him is disarming. He looks like he's smitten, and Andrea wants to shake his head, but doesn't. It can't be that. Obviously he's misreading this situation.

The only reasonable thing to do now is rectify the situation. He gently pushes Seifer away so he can do his best to try and clean up and put himself back in his pants.]

Yes, thank you. [It's not going to be easy to tell the kid so fuck off somewhere, but he clears his throat, ready to cut ties, and..]

Zip your pants up. I'll take you to my apartment.

[ Andrea looks up at him and their eyes meet and Seifer finally Gets It. That shit they talk about in all the novels: time standing still, the world dimming all around, a song that plays only for them. The buildings around them could go up in flames and Seifer would miss every second of it, he's so lost in Andrea's eyes.

Anyway, he has his orders. He zips up dutifully and reaches out to help Andrea do the same. Probably, he's just getting in the way, but fuck it. It isn't about that. He just can't keep his hands off of Andrea now, and not just because he's sporting a stiffy and raring to go again. ]

Yeah, yeah. Right behind ya.

[ Or in front, reaching out, brushing his fingers over Andrea's lips the same way he did to him. Course, Andrea didn't just spit all over himself, but hey. It was cute when he did it. ]

Ready when you are, beautiful.

[Andrea isn't sure what he feels, but it's not That. Sure, he lost himself in a moment and forgot about all the lines he's drawn so Seifer could step right over them without punishment, but that doesn't mean anything. It can't.

He makes the executive decision to break the eye contact and ignore his heart pounding from NOT RIDICULOUS PUPPY LOVE but more reasonably the thrill of doing this kind of thing out in the open. Once they're mostly presentable, he's about to drag Seifer along, but he's still right in front of him, touching his lips and being a menace. He's so cute though. God damn it.]

Come on.

[They make it back to his apartment without running into anyone he works with, thankfully. The building might look like shit on the outside, but his place is a penthouse-like flat on the top floor. It's well decorated and almost looks out of place for a Wall Market residence.]

Make yourself at home, but don't break anything.

[ Suffice it to say that Seifer is in awe of the place. It's one thing to fancy someone, to wind around that someone and have them in that singularly intimate way. It's another thing entirely to be surrounded by the things that comprise them. He is all but astounded by everything he sees, pacing from one object of interest to another, taking it all in. This is Andrea, raw and unleaded, after all. Exactly the kinda shit he's looking for. ]

Got a nice place here.

[ It doesn't escape Seifer, the meaning of this. It's not the best neighborhood, but it's a huge space for where it is. That means money. Now he's wondering—but not in any malicious way. What, you merc motherfuckers, cutie? So does he.

He steps up to a framed photograph, picking it up carefully to study the picture within. ]

We alone?

[It's clean, and he took time to decorate the inside little by little making it feel more like a home despite not always having time to stay there between work and his other obligations. So Seifer is welcome to stay while he finds somewhere else to put him.]

Thank you. [He walks past Seifer as he pulls himself out of his shirt to dump it into the washing machine, followed pay his pants.] I live alone, so we better be.

[Andrea glances back at Seifer to ask him for his pants, but catches him looking at a picture of himself and Jules as kids, fresh runaways, skinny but determined to make something of themselves on their own. It took a long time to get to where he is now, but he doesn't forget what it took to get here. Maybe that's why he feels a soft spot for people in similar situations sometimes.]

Give me your pants, I'll wash them, and I can lend you something to wear in the meanwhile.

[ Seifer feels it too. Beating the odds, finding a place for yourself as a dumb kid with zero context on the workings of the world. None of that is gleanable from what he sees, but it's something to file away until he's got a bigger look at the collective. One day, he'll get it. Surely there's time. This is a thing now, right? ]

What for?

[ He puts the picture down gently and turns, grinning. Keeps that up the whole way back to Andrea's side. His palms smooth down Andrea's chest as he leans in a little closer. ]

You didn't bring me here to play dress-up.

[ He's still sliding off his coat, tossing it—somewhere, doesn't really matter. Unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. But he doesn't intend to get changed again, not while he's in the company of literally the sultriest person he's ever met. Not like he's got roommates to worry about, so what's the problem here? ]

[It was for a reason, he just doesn't recall what that reason is when Seifer is grinning like that and walking right up to him.]

No, I brought you here so you have somewhere to spend the night..

[He means to be firm about it, but that hasn't worked so well against Seifer so far. Maybe it's just not so believable anymore. Andi tries to make his expression a bit harder, ready to put his foot down, but the fool starts undressing at really close proximity and it's a struggle not to look at all the skin offered up for him to see.

His eyes end up on Seifer's cock anyway, remembering that was a thing they hadn't actually dealt with. He still isn't sure about letting the kid put that thing where he thinks he might want to put it.]

Your teenage hormones are showing. [As if he's not the one naked in front of him and making matters worse. Andi pushes himself up to sit on the dryer, gesturing for Seifer to come closer. He's not intentionally giving mixed signals, he's just deeply confused about how he managed to be in this situation and why he doesn't hate it as much as he should.]

[ Seifer obediently slips between his thighs. He's a little tentative still, dragging his hands up the meat of them, letting them wash over the inside curve just to see how it affects Andrea. Still weird, putting your hands on another dude. Like he expects to get clobbered at any time. Not that it changes anything about how this affects him. His cock is twitching right back to life the second he feels the heat of Andrea's skin and, fine, yeah. Got him there. But he thinks he's got Andrea too, leaning right into his ear to whisper: ]

You brought me here 'cause you like my big dick.

[ He doesn't miss the way Andrea looks at it. Can't stop the swell of pride either. A little apprehension is kind of a compliment.

Whatever. He's got all night to see the way Andi takes eyefuls of his erection. Right now he's dipping his head, rubbing his lips just beneath the seam of Andrea's jaw. A handy was hot, but there is so much more they could do now that they are alone. Maybe he'll suck his first dick tonight, who knows. It's a whole new gay world and Andrea is his magic fucking carpet. ]

[Andrea has dabbled in a few kinks and fetishes, so he can safely say: a size queen, he is not.

Just an average queen who occasionally likes a challenge if he anticipates the payoff will be worth it. He’s looked Seifer over several times now, and while he looks great on the surface there’s still so much work to do. He’d become a project, and that might lead the kid even further into thinking this is something that it isn’t—and wouldn’t ever be. ~~Maybe~~.

Yet he tilts his head, inviting Seifer’s advances, draping his arms along broad shoulders as he pulls him closer, his thighs closing around his waist just a little.]

It’s impressive, I’ll give you that. How exactly do you think I can help you with it?

[ Turns out his new favorite thing is having Andrea's legs wrapped around him. Nothing like being snaked around and squeezed. He'd thought his heart was pumping hard before—boy, did he not know shit just a couple of minutes ago.

If this was any other body, any other pair of legs, any other person, maybe he'd be talking a big game right now. Spin a bunch of bullshit that sounds either pretty or shocking or both. But Andrea's different, he's decided. Makes sense that he'd treat him different, too. ]

You're the pro here.

[ Oops, that probably sounds insensitive. He has no idea. He's far more occupied with how good it feels to press in closer, letting his dick rub against any stretch of hot skin it can find. ]

Why don't you tell me?

[The pro? Pro at what? Andrea is curious about what Seifer thinks he might be a professional at. If all it takes to be a pro is being more experienced than the 18-year-old then, yes, he's certainly a pro at a handful of things. Or he feels confident enough letting Seifer believe that so he'll take his actions as examples to learn by.

He pulls him close, forgetting about the laundry for a bit so he can kiss his lips, this time without needing it to be initiated for him. His thighs part enough that when Seifer's cock presses up against him he can feel it near the arousal he's soon to sport if they're not careful.]

Should I use my mouth? Will that satisfy you?

[ Seifer groans just at the suggestion, leaning blindly into another kiss. Learning though he is, there is a hint of desperation to it. What's it been, like almost a half hour since Andrea's had his hand on his cock? You're killing him here. ]

Fuck yeah it would. Please—

[ At least his manners are intact. His priorities don't seem to be, because even though he's all but begging for it, he's still pressing forward, grinding between Andrea's legs until he's close as he can be. The second he feels Andrea's cock against his own, it's a whole new cacophony of moans and hissing, like he's two seconds from going out of his fucking mind at the sensation of it. ]

[Well, it's not his fault Seifer's refractory period is nonexistent. Fucking teenagers.

The way he says that please goes right to his fucking soul, and he nods into the kiss, reluctantly breaking away to take Seifer to his bedroom. He spins the blond around and with a hand against the back of his shoulder, directs him straight there, only letting him turn once he's in front of his bed. Andrea helps by pushing him further up the bed to settle between his thighs.

He could be playful and tease him the way he might with anyone else, but Andi does feel a touch of guilt at having him hard so long without so much as touching him. His lips wrap around the crown of Seifer's cock, sucking blood to the surface of the flesh there so it's nice and rosy whenever he pulls back. He cleans up the precum with his tongue, pressing the tip of his tongue into his slit curiously to see what he likes, but eventually begins to bob his head slowly as he sucks him off. All things considered, he's being much better behaved than when they first exchanged words. He deserves something nice.]

[ The answer to that is everything. He's already gasping by the time he's on the bed, legs spread in invitation, hand reaching out to cradle the back of Andrea's head while he fits himself into the space between. He makes a low sound, deep in the pit of his chest, when Andrea gets his lips around his cock and all he can do is stroke his fingers across the back of his neck, watching the head of it disappear between his pretty, full lips. But that tongue in his slit gets him hissing, squirming, different in a way that'd make him unsure of whether he likes it or not if it'd been anyone else but Andrea doing it to him.

But it is him, so the trust is implicit. He knows what he's doing. He's older, more experienced. He's gonna make this feel good if Seifer just relaxes and lets it happen, which he does, drawing one hand back to lean against while he tilts his head and takes it in. All the sights and thick, wet sounds of Andrea sucking him down just make him need it more, and now that he's gotten that first nut out of the way, there's no need to worry about making an embarrassment out of himself again. He can just sit back and watch, jaw dropping every time it's sucked so good he feels it down to his gut, running commentary in between. ]

You look damn good with a dick in your mouth. Fuck, I've never seen nobody suck so pretty before. Look at me, beautiful.

[Andrea can feel Seifer squirming, and that response feels better than all of the hissing, groaning, and appreciative touches against the back of his head. Knowing that he's liking it so much that he trusts Andi to handle him any kind of way enables him to take certain liberties. Like doing that again. He'll find out definitively one way or another if he hates or likes it because Andi is very nearly trying to slice his cock in half with his tongue.

No one is around so it's very clear he doesn't care about the wet sucking sounds he makes whenever he slurps Seifer down his throat like a bowl of thick noodles. Maybe he's playing it up a bit dramatically, but how can he not when the kid reacts the way that he does. His words sound like someone his own age at times, and it baffles him.

Andrea does look up at him through thick eyelashes. He gets a warm feeling that makes him a bit anxious when their gazes meet, and in his brief panic, he does something to derail the heavy eye contact and the way his heart responds to it by touching his thumb against Seifer's entrance. Not trying to push in, just a dry rub over his hole.]

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