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Zerua

"Nervous?" The man asked gently as he stepped closer. "You don't need to be. I'll make sure that you'll enjoy this as well."

Ancel looked back at him, and saw a genuine smile. He really needed to pull himself together. If he seemed to insecure, the man would probably throw him out and want his money back.

"What's your name, cutie?" the man asked, his hands carefully wandering over Ancel's sides.

"Why do you need to know?" Ancel asked. He didn't like to tell customers his name. He felt like they shouldn't know. Even though this man was... different from the clients he's had so far. Not only was he not an ordinary human - he was also oddly generous.

"I don't need to. But I'd like to, if you're alright with that," he said. One of his hands stayed at Ancel's waist while the other now caressed his face, pushing red strands of hair to the side.

After a bit of contemplation, he answered. "Ancel," he said, and the man smiled.

"Ancel. What a fitting name for a beauty like you. I'm Zerua," he introduced himself, "Though you probably don't care. But now that you've given me your name, it's only fair that you know mine as well."

Ancel didn't reply, but Zerua didn't seem to mind. He pushed closer, and Ancel felt the wall against his back. The hand on his waist moved to his hips, and soft lips brushed his own. Ancel wrapped his arms around the man's neck who, in response, now pressed their bodies together more eagerly and deepened their kiss. The hand that had been stroking his face joined the other on his hips and stayed for a moment, before it slid beneath his shirt.

Zerua's tongue gently teased Ancel's lips, pushing in as soon as they opened for him. He explored his mouth, tounges swirling around each other.

The warm hand that was wandering over his upper body found his nipples and firmly rubbed one of them until it grew hard. Involuntarily, Ancel clinged closer to the man, moaning softly when Zerua pressed a knee inbetween his thighs. He could feel the man smirking against his lips.

Zerua pushed his shirt up further, parted from him to take it off. First Ancel's, then his own. As if he didn't want to loose a single precious second, he kissed him again, hungrily demanding entrance. Hands splayed across his chest, massaged his sides and slid lower.

The hot tongue against his, the teasing hands on his body that now played with his waistband, the knee that was pressing against his crotch - it felt unusual, so different from others he's had, but so pleasant that Ancel didn't dare to think about complaining.

Their lips locked in a deep kiss, Zerua navigated them towards the bed. As soon as Ancel felt the frame against his legs, he was already being pushed down into soft sheets. They parted again, and Ancel gasped for air.

Zerua's lips began to trail along his jaw, down his neck, to his collarbone, and then to one of his nipples. Ancel buried his hands in blue hair, while the other's hands slipped beneath his waistband. With slow, circling motions, Zerua massaged the sensitive skin of his groin, until another soft moan left Ancel's lips. Gentle hands urged him to lift his hips and Zerua slid off his pants, carelessly tossing them to the side. Licking his lips, he studied Ancel's nude body. He hungrily eyed the pale skin, seemingly inspecting every little inch in sight. Zerua's fingers lightly trailed across his ribs, past his navel and along the thin line of red hair.

"As I thought. You're a good one," he said with a pleased smirk. He pressed a quick kiss to Ancel's lips while he lifted one of his legs, a hand trailing the inside of his thigh. The hand was soon joined by Zerua's mouth. Pecking the soft skin, he worked his way up to Ancel's very apparent erection. Just feeling Zerua's hot breath against his cock almost made him moan again.

It was embarrassing to Ancel. Weird, almost scary. This was the first time he was actually getting turned on by his client. The first time he didn't have to force it. A tiny voice in his head scolded him for enjoying it. He was supposed to make his client feel good, not the other way around.

With this in mind, he carefully sat up and urged Zerua to lean against the headboard. Under the man's curious gaze, Ancel began to kiss his toned stomach, one of his slender hands lightly stroking the obvious bulge in his pants. He hoped that Zerua wouldn't mind if he took the lead for a bit - but a breathy moan chased Ancel's worries away.

He slowly opened the man's pants, slid them and then his underwear off his legs, exposing his already hard member. Wasting no time, Ancel leaned down to lightly lick the underside of his cock. He smiled to himself as it twitched under the touch. Slower now, he licked the base, then gradually worked his way up to the tip. Teasingly, his tounge circled around it.

Zerua's hands found their way into his hair, roughly grabbing red strands. The man moaned shamelessly as Ancel took the head of his member between his lips, sucking softly while licking the slit. He took it in slowly, his head bobbing up and down to ease it as far into his mouth as he could. The grip on his hair tightened, Zerua's hips moved against him. Letting the man take the lead again, Ancel let him thrust into his mouth. He didn't hold back. He could feel precum trickling down his throat as Zerua's movements grew more erratic. Moaning in time with his thrusts, he soon finished, his seed filling Ancel's mouth. He waited until the man pulled out, looked him in the eyes and swallowed, then licked his reddened lips to catch any remains.

Eyes dark with lust watched him closely. Zerua grabbed his arms and dragged him onto his lap. Ancel wrapped his legs around the man's body, bringing their hips closer together. Zerua nuzzled his neck to suck on his skin, gently nibbling on it while one hand wandered to Ancel's lower back and the other found his erection. Pressing his own half-hard cock against Ancel's, Zerua stroked them both in a slow, tormenting rhythm. Moaning softly, Ancel bucked into the touch.

"Feeling good?" When he didn't answer, Zerua's strokes on his member got firmer, and his thumb pressed against his slit. Another helpless moan escaped his lips, and Zerua smiled. The man leaned in, and Ancel could feel his breath against his ear.

"Answer me, Ancel." A shiver ran down his spine when the man said his name.

"Yes," he replied. Since when did his voice sound so weak?

Zerua chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to his neck. "Be a good boy and lay down for me then, will you?"

The man let go of him, and instantly, Ancel missed his touch.

"How do you want me?" he asked as he slid off Zerua's lap to allow the man to move to the bedside table, where he found a bottle of lube and a condom.

"On your back. I want to see your pretty face," Zerua said with a grin. Observing how Ancel obediently laid down on the bed, he coated his fingers in lube.

He kneeled inbetween Ancel's legs and lifted his hips a little for better access. A slick finger circled around his entrance. Mentally prepraring for what was about to come, Ancel told himself to relax and took a deep breath. The first finger slid in with ease, then the second. Zerua didn't spend much time preparing him. Instead, his fingers searched for his prostate and slowly massaged it.

Zerua's eyes locked with his. Ancel wanted to avert his gaze, but something about the man was too captivating to look away. He drowned in azure eyes as the fingers inside him hit just the right spot. He trembled, a stifled gasp escaping his lips. Zerua kept prodding the same spot, coaxing more of those sweet sounds out of Ancel.

When the man seemed satisfied, he pulled out his fingers with a smile. In an instant, Ancel wanted them back. He suppressed a whimper, tried to distract himself from the emptiness by watching the other male.

With quick, practiced motions, the man ripped open the condom package that had laid beside them, and put the contents on his now fully roused erection.

Ancel expected him to go in right away, and couldn't hide his surprise when the man leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

"May I?" A question so simple, yet so strange to Ancel. May he? Of course he may, that was what he had paid for. Ancel nodded in confusion. Another peck on the lips, then he felt the man's tip prodding against his entrance.

He pushed in with care, only the head before he stopped. Ancel's breath hitched at the familiar yet new sensation, his body responding almost too willingly to the penetration. Zerua observed his face, waited until he looked comfortable before he went in further and set up a slow rhythm. Ancel moved along with it, the hint of pain he had felt once Zerua was buried fully inside of him soon fading to pleasure.

Why did this feel good? Ancel didn't know. He didn't know why he moaned, why he clenched the cock inside of him, he didn't know why the warm hands made his skin prickle, he didn't know why he craved more.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

It was supposed to feel horrible and disgusting, and Zerua wasn't supposed to be so kind and gentle to him.

It should feel wrong, not right.

"Ancel," the tender voice called out to him as the rhythm came to a halt, "Don't think." Blue eyes caught his own and held them in a steady gaze.

Ancel nervously gripped the blanket beneath him. "I'm sorry. I-"

"Don't be." Zerua leaned down and brought their foreheads together, slightly shifting their position. Ancel gasped, the new angle making it difficult for him to focus on the azure eyes in front of him.

"Are you alright?"

"No- Yes, I am. I'm alright. Please... continue," Ancel stuttered, and pulled the man above him closer to seal his lips before he could respond.

After short hesitation, Zerua started to move again. Careful thrusts that grew rougher when Ancel hooked his legs around the man's waist, urged him to go deeper.

Despite his distracting thoughts, his fear that something was off, Ancel arched his back, groaned into Zerua's mouth. 'Don't think', he had said, so Ancel didn't think.

He focused on the hot body against his, the rhythmic pounding. The scent of sweat and sex. Their sinful moans and the slick sounds of each thrust that filled the air. He felt his hips moving in time with Zerua's, slamming against him again and again. He relished the feeling of having the other male inside him, the sweet jolts of pleasure each time Zerua's member hit his prostate.

Ancel felt one of the man's hands gently grip his neglected cock, and he heard himself crying out. He wanted more, more, more. And Zerua was giving it to him. With each stroke of his hand, each thrust inside of him, Ancel got closer to release and it grew more difficult to hold it back.

"Come for me, Ancel," a heated voice moaned into his ear, and he obeyed.

Time stopped as he felt his entire body shudder, then going limp as the pleasure overwhelmed him and he came into the man's hand. He felt himself pulsing, tensing on the cock that was pounding into him, all rhythm lost. Pants and groans drenched the air in lust.

A few more thrusts, then they were still, and all there was were the last waves of bliss washing over them, breathless gasps and a distant touch of lips.

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Ancel had stopped counting. Had it been four times? Five? It didn't matter. All that he dared to think of was Zerua, and as soon as his mind started to stray, the man called him back out of it.

He didn't know how, but Zerua seemed to read him like an open book, from the moment they had met. It was as if he knew his thoughts from a glance alone, his fears from a single touch.

It scared Ancel. It scared him that what they did felt good - so much better than what he had done with other men. With Arien. It scared him that Zerua knew the exact words to chase away this fear that threatened to paralyze him.

And again, he was saved from his thoughts. A gentle hand brushed strands of his now entirely messy red hair behind his ear, and their eyes met. They laid beside each other, bodies sweaty and exhausted.

"It's sad to see," Zerua began, returning a worried smile to Ancel's questioning glance, "You're not used to being treated properly."

Ancel stayed silent.

"Everytime I'm trying to be good to you, you look so disturbed, as if I was doing something wrong."

"You're not... treating me like the other men do," Ancel hesitated.

"You paid for me. You shouldn't be so... so kind."

"Why not?"

"I'm not your lover."

"Yet that doesn't mean I can't treat you as such," Zerua stated, and Ancel didn't know how to object.

The man sighed and wrapped his arms around Ancel, drawing him closer. It was weirdly comforting, and Ancel felt himself slowly relax.

"How long have you been doing this?"

"Three years," Ancel replied after a moment of silence. He didn't dare to look up at the other's face again.

"And in those three years, not one man has been kind to you?" Zerua's warm hands caressed his back, and Ancel melted into the touch.

"Rarely," Ancel shrugged, "But they were... different."

"Different?"

"They failed to please me," he stated bluntly, a small whine escaping him when the hands on his back stopped moving. Zerua chuckled softly and continued to draw slow circles on his skin.

"It never felt good for you? All this time?" the man wondered, huffing when Ancel nodded, "But you still kept doing it."

"I had to."

"For your friend."

"For... Arien-," a sudden thought caused Ancel to break out of the man's arms. He had been here for a couple hours now, the bar had surely closed. Which meant that Arien must be waiting outside. In the cold. Alone. For hours.

"Arien? Is that his name?" Zerua asked, "He was with Sirius when we left, so he's probably tucked into bed in our spare room by now. If he's lucky, Sirius is even reading him a goodnight story."

Zerua yawned and took Ancel's hand into his, gently tugging him back towards the mattress.

"Trust me. I'm sure he's fine. And you must be tired," he said, smiling calmly at Ancel, whose worries slowly faded.

With a deep sigh, Ancel let himself fall over, Zerua's arms welcoming him back.

"Sleep," the man said.

"Here?"

"Here. You are mine for the night," Zerua reminded him, and Ancel couldn't disagree.

The request was a first. He was normally thrown out as soon as his clients had enough fun with him. Noone wanted him to stay. For a brief moment, Ancel wondered if it was wrong to stay here - as wrong as everything else this night had been, but fatigue and the calming warmth of Zerua's arms clouded his mind. He wanted to stay. Right here next to Zerua. Generous, observant Zerua, who felt so right, yet so wrong.

Listening to the man's breathing, sleep soon embraced him, lulling him to a deep slumber.