Characters: Lavi/Allen
Warnings: sex and foreplay following up to it. Inappropriate use of household items.
Author's Note: Follow-up to the other Laven. Lavi tries to get back at Allen. Based loosely on an age-old suggestion on the dgmkinkmeme LJ, now deleted.
Payback
Allen does not like to lose at several things.
First, any card game or games that dealt in gambling. Be it poker or solitaire, or roulette and the humble bingo—he'd win it. It's not just cheating; he has an unconscious mind for calculating and an impressive eye-to-hand coordination that helps.
Second, he does not like losing when he fights. He's like a one-man army. Eyes scrutinize him. People taunt him. He takes it all and continues to believe whatever he believes to be his place in this world. Just so as long as that world doesn't swallow him up.
Third, he will take any challenge and defy it. Even sexual ones. Like a few nights ago.
Maybe Lavi's just a sore loser.
But he wants less of the self-assured looks on Allen's face.
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"Let me run through this again." Allen stuffs the rest of his fiftieth—Lavi was count—sandwich and chews before speaking. "Your injured pride wants to take off my clothes, and then, as you so put it, 'ravish' me until I lose unconsciousness."
At least he has the sense to not say this very loud. Neither of them was blushing. Allen works on Lavi's dessert because the Bookman Junior is too full.
"Something along the likes of that."
"Interesting." He finishes what seems to be his eight scoop of ice cream. Food inhalation is a passion of his. "What does the ravishing include."
"Oh…this and that." Lavi grins a Cheshire grin at him. "But I'll have you begging at the end."
"I don't beg for many things." His tongue dips out to lick at a droplet of ice cream; purposefully, because both of their minds were clearly in the gutter by now.
"Not ever to be released?"
"Never had to." A shrug. "I'm hardly as prolific as…oh, my master."
"Did you teach you that?"
Allen smiles thinly. "Let's leave him out of the equation, Lavi."
Even Lavi knows not to go against that look. He sighs and shrugs. "Fine, fine. But you're not winning today."
"You're suddenly very confident."
"I'm a Bookman and I'm always confident." He suddenly reaches out and drags Allen by the hand. "And we're going. Now."
"Mmph—!" Allen stuffs a breadcrust in his mouth. "Tim, go…find Lenalee. Or bother Kanda." He shoos his golem gently away and lets Lavi pull him. "Are you this eager?"
Lavi only smiles again and waits until they're in a hall by themselves before he pulls the other against him. "Since yesterday," he whispers loudly, against Allen's ear. He takes the hand he's still holding and presses it over his crotch. "Feel that?"
Hard and yet still flesh. Its heat seeps through to his fingers and he breathes slowly. "What are you going to do with it," he asks, softly, flush slowly rising as his heartrate picks up its pace.
"You'll see."
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The first thing Lavi does is remove Allen's vest, unbutton his shirt, and take off his belt. But he leaves everything else where it is, to Allen's confusion.
"I'll hate you if you ruin my clothes. Didn't you say you were going to strip me."
"No one's clothes are getting ruined." A wink and then Lavi pushes him down on the bed. "But you are getting this put on you."
In a flash, he is blinded by a headband slipping over his eyes. "Really?"
"Trust me."
"I don't think I can when you talk like that."
"Well, I'm going to be talking a little less," Lips seal over his in a tight kiss that leaves me lightheaded. "Starting about…now."
Allen leans back. He still doubts that he will lose to Lavi; he's only curious to see how far Lavi's going to take this. So he lets Lavi tease him with multiple kisses and touches up and down his body. Fingernails lightly scratch over his skin, and a wet mouth tucks itself against various parts that make him buck. His pants and underwear are pushed down to his knees, but no further. His shirt is still on, just barely; it's slipped off both shoulders and tangles his arms. Belatedly, he realizes he can't exactly move anymore.
Fine, Lavi gets one point for pulling this on him. But only one. He still has yet to make him beg for anything. But Lavi is every bit as stubborn as Allen. He purposefully sidesteps Allen's groin, be it his cock or his rear passage. He focuses on heaping attention everywhere else, from ears to lips to neck to nipples to shoulder and fingers and thighs.
Sweat stands out on his skin and several times, he's had to breath a little louder. "Lavi," he complains, "how long are you going to take?"
"Sore? Or aching? Maybe you'd like to give in now?"
Allen makes a face and he hears the other laugh. "All right! How about this?"
"You—" A delicate, soft texture touches the nape of his neck. The words get stuck in his throat as the touch circles his Adam's apple, slowly tickling down to his collarbones.
He shifts on the bed, hands flexing. For some reason, the moisture at the tip of his erection has increased, oozing there. That damn sensation moves across his chest. Unlike a mouth, this thing, whatever Lavi's holding, is able to cover more surface. He moves it at a steady pace, unwavering and slowly. Allen finds himself curving his body towards it. The touch is light and maddening; he needs it to firmer.
"Whatever happened to that patience of yours?" Lavi softly teases. As if to make this more spiteful, he hears unmistakable sounds of Lavi touching himself.
"Being unfair," he manages to say as the ticklish feeling rubs against his stomach, just a little way from his aching nether regions.
"I told you I'd make you beg."
"In your dreams." He'd kick, but his knees were trapped. Oddly enough, he feels more exposed with his clothes half on because he feel the difference of the bed against his naked bottom compared to his clothed back and legs.
Oh yes, Lavi's certainly planned this out. Carefully. Even the way he's stroking over now-trembling thighs, lightly and steadily.
"You're being cruel." Allen shakes his head back and forth. If he could just twist his neck lower, he'd be able to shake off the binding around his eyes…
It's hard concentrate when Lavi finally puts it on his groin. Too has he anticipated it, and it feels better than he'd ever imagine. Tantalising, measured sweeps over his hot erection, from tip to bottom and then swirling around. Unbashedly, he pushes his hips up for more and moans.
If he's going to come, Lavi at least ought to have the sense to come with him. The movements he makes finally does move the headband and he can finally see what was touching him.
"…Lavi." He sucks in a breath.
"Mm?"
"Is that a…duster?"
One downward stroke sends him groaning. "Been saving it for this." There's nothing special about it except that it's light, feathery, and it takes it breath away.
He's at the mercy of cleaning equipment. Lavi now alternates between dragging it up and down his body with careful attention to his groin, pay attention to circling his balls as well.
Allen could've climaxed then and there, but a hand clamps down at his base just before he can. He swallows and glares at Lavi.
"Not yet, Allen~"
"What else is there?"
"You were supposed to ask for more. Or," Lavi strokes himself. "Maybe I should get off first while you watch me, wishing it were you." His fingers play a pattern against his skin.
Allen shuts his mouth and closes his eyes.
"I have a better idea."
He feels himself turn over and he starts. "What are you—"
"You'll see."
"Don't think that I don't know what that means!" Curse him and his clothes. Was Lavi really going to—
…yes, he was. One hand spreads him and then there's feathers touching his entrance, wriggling. He buries his head against the pillow
But at least Lavi has the sense not to put loose feather directly into him. And he actually as oil; a finger is pressing, asking for permission.
Allen turns his face to meet Lavi's gaze, a sort of "fine, have it your way" sort of look. "Idiot Lavi…" He shifts. "At least let me take of the rest of my clothes."
"Go ahead. I have all the time I want."
"Bastard." He throws his clothing down and lies back down, bared.
Lavi pats his bottom and then continues, unperturbed by the interruptions. "I'm not even going to bother asking if you've done this before."
"Good, because I won't answer." Not today, anyway. Then is quiet for a while as Lavi works. One finger becomes two, and then he finds the spot that makes Allen clench his teeth and alternate between humping the bed and pushing against those fingers.
He reaches down to take some tension off his cock but his hand gets slapped away. He settles for shredding covers with his hands as Lavi adds a finger.
"Do you know," Lavi breathes out, voice sounding unnaturally deep. "How you look right now? At my mercy, on your knees, with me making you jump every time I do this—" Prod. Allen groans.
"Lavi."
"Yeah, Allen?"
"Just shut up and put it in, or so help me, I'll knock you out and finish myself."
Lavi laughs at this, but even he's had enough, because he doesn't tease anymore and instead rests his tip against the cleft of Allen's passage. The slickness tells him he's just as eager. Little by little, he inches himself in. Allen braces himself, teeth gritting until Lavi can go no further, and then he grinds back after initial pain subsides. They push back and forth, rocking the bed. Allen is still not allowed to touch himself; Lavi has a tight hold on his testicles even as he's sliding and bumping against those nerves that makes him shiver, curse in head, and want release.
The pace increases; Allen sees stars as he ruts against the bed and against Lavi. He's held out this long and Lavi won't be lasting much longer—
…well, he might indulge the other. Once.
"L-Lavi." Softly.
"What?" Lips settle in his shoulder, sucking.
"Please." He breathes the word in.
"Go ahead." The tight hold is released, but then he feels those damn feathers against his sensitive cock. It doesn't take to long to be unravelled by that softness curling all around him. His knees give out and he feels his release flowing out of him, bit by bit as he sighs in relief and bliss. Lavi thrusts for another minute or so, jerking him until he, too, comes. He leans over Allen, offering one last kiss. The duster, now dripping, is dropped somewhere by the bed.
"I hate you." His voice is muffled by the sheets.
"You enjoyed some of it."
"I'm going to get back and you know it."
"I'm not against feathers, but you can come up with something else, can't you?"
Allen pauses. Thoughts flit through his mind. He tilts his head to laugh. "I'll think of something."
He is never going to look at a duster the same way again.
But he doesn't care.
Because Lavi's going to remember his headband in a different way after he's through with him.