A/N: Hey, guess what, minna, because I feel bad about leaving you hanging for so long this month, YOU GET ANOTHER UPDATE! WOOT! And...IT'S SMUT! XD It's a little outside of our normal yaoi though, because this time we're playing with micro/macro stuff. (e.g. Fairy!Aizen and normal sized Shinji) Is top!Mirco even a thing? If it wasn't before I think it is now. Lol. There is also sounding, which if you don't know what that is, Aizen is quite helpful to explain it before it happens. Hee hee! Enjoy! Ja ne!
"I...uh..."
A noise of both arousal and defeat escaped the blond's lips as his hands practically flew to the buttons on his shirt. Delayed pleasure was something he had played with often on his own, and nothing was quite as stimulating as knowing that the one giving him pleasure would be physically incapable of providing the kind of stimulation he would need for a quick climax.
Aizen walked over and around his spot before walking down the skin as it was bared, his little spines making him able to cling to Shinji's skin so he could walk vertically on his body, tickling and teasing all the way.
"Ha...hey...that's..." The words were lost in another noise that was somewhere between moan and whimper.
"That's what, Shinji-sama?" The brunette kept his voice light, like a true inquiry instead of the tease that it was, as he walked right over to his mate's nipple, shoving the fabric away from in front of him.
The human took three steps back, staring at the small creature on his chest, and promptly sat on the beaten up blue couch his mother had helped him salvage from a dumpster on campus. Gripping the cushion as surely as though he'd been restrained, he whimpered, "Yer not playin' fair."
"Playing fair? But, Shinji-sama...I'm a Demon. As far as my kind is concerned, all is fair when it comes to games of seduction."
Aizen's tone was as innocent as he could manage. Then, kneeling before the nipple like a supplicant before an altar, he bent forward to begin sucking at it, translucent wings arching above him.
"Nyah!" The blond shivered all over at touch, having only ever played with himself all of the sensations were new, and thus, quickly making his already uncomfortable jeans more so.
Aizen licked and sucked until it was all wet and peaked, then fluttered to the other nipple and repeated the process, bouncing back and forth between the two until his mate was mewling at the tiny puffs of breath that were his respiration in this form.
Digging his toes into the carpet, and his fingers into the couch, Shinji's chin tucked to his chest so he could at least watch what the more experienced creature was doing to him. His shirt wide open, and the zipper of his jeans bulging up almost painfully, he was breathless, "Ya...gonna do that...th' whole time?"
The butterfly's eyes glinted, small though he was. "I was only waiting on you," he purred, before he darted down to his mate's straining zipper, grabbed it, and yanked until it was gaping open. "Undo your button and pull yourself out," he ordered, commanding for all that he was eight inches tall and the blond could easily squash him like the bug he was.
Strangely compelled, Shinji quickly did so, gasping a little as the air touched his length. He blushed deeper under the demon's admiration as it had a crook almost a full fifteen degrees to the right, but hard as steel and thick with a highly sensitive vein snaking from blond curls to the lip of swollen head.
Aizen traced the vein with one hand from top to bottom before perching very precisely on the head, able to cling thanks to his feet. He then traced the slit with the very tip of one foot, wings fluttering from time to time as his supporting foot slipped a little in the sticky-slick precome.
"Nngh~!" Shinji moaned, once again spell-bound by the pleasure coursing through his body, and his dick twitched violently.
The brunette chuckled at him, and, with the most delicate of careful movements, he gently dipped his foot into Shinji's slit as far as he could. With a wriggle and a twist, using the pre to his advantage, he managed to get it in halfway up his calf.
The blond's eyes went wide, and he gasped, that made for all kinds of sparks to go off in his mind and he practically vibrated resisting the urge to buck his hips. Around the butterfly's foot, a fat droplet welled up and out.
In response, Aizen gave it another twist to let him feel the soft, flexible spines, and slowly pulled his foot out, wings fluttering hard to get a little extra leverage. When it popped free, he actually did so with such force it was like a cork popping from a bottle, causing him to tumble into the air, where his whirring wings managed to save him.
Between the twist and the force of the pop, Shinji cried out with another violent twitch and he actually had to grasp the base of his shaft to keep from going off right then. "Y-you...yer good..." He panted, trying to calm down at least a little.
"Why thank you. And here I thought my skills would be rusty after all this time." The demon fluttered back to his cock, and walked down it to the base to alight on his hand, leaving sticky, circular 'footprints' over the back to his knuckles. "Might I ask why you stopped yourself?"
There was no disappointment in his voice, only curiosity and interest, so Shinji complied with a panted answer. It was obvious just because he'd stopped his climax, didn't mean he wasn't right on the edge of it. "S'all...always better...higher...when I stop it a couple o' times."
"Ah. And you appreciate the finer points of this, I assume." The minuscule man walked up to his mate's wrist and perched there. By now, his little leaf loincloth was starting to dry out, and it cracked when he sat down. He got irritated and pushed at it, but it only broke more.
"I've had m'fair share of knowin' what I c'n do ta make it better. That's how it works when all ya've got is yerself fer this stuff." Catching his breath now, Shinji quirked an eyebrow, and raised his other hand as though he was going to fondle his scrotum. However, as he reached down, he flicked his thumb out and caught the back of the loincloth, smirking a bit as the dry vine snapped.
Aizen was surprised at the boldness of the move, but stood and gave his hips a sensuous little shake. This let the remains of the leaf fall from his body, putting his own hard length on display. Of course, being as he was so small, it was equally small, but it was...fairly large in proportion to his body. In his usual form, of being six foot three, he was nine inches. Now, at eight inches tall, he was about half an inch.
False confidence was Shinji's entire bag, but being called on it, especially with an obviously more experienced partner, it always faltered. So, the blond blushed again, from his nose to his navel, a delicate pink that made almost invisible freckles stand out against his skin. He literally had no idea where to go from there, and was terrified he'd do something wrong; make the wonderful creature go away. So, all he could do was massage the triangle of muscle below his cock slowly with the fingers of his left hand.
The butterfly came up his body—stalking, strutting really, showing off his stuff as a bird might display in order to entice a mate. His muscles rippled, his wings shimmered. And despite being so small, he managed to look suave and powerful—deliberately stepping on those delicious freckles and skipping from dot to dot, showing off his agility. When he got to his mate's collarbone, he leaned up and kissed his mouth, softly, right in the middle of his lower lip.
"Such a sweet creature. So responsive. So beautiful. Stupid humans, not knowing what an angel has been dwelling in their midst."
"S-somehow...I think ya have been watchin' me...f-for a reason." The blond was trembling a bit now, though the uncertainty in his eyes was obviously not affecting how aroused he was, and goose-bumps broke out over his skin when he licked his lips, there was something in that kiss.
"Such talk is not for now," Aizen replied, quickly. "Now is for talk of more erotic subjects. Like how your pre-come tastes like sugar. And how I can hardly wait to taste your climax, but I know patience pays off. For now, I plan on...other endeavors if you don't mind."
"Uh...ok...?" Shinji blinked, an eyebrow twitching a little as a flash of concern almost stole what little confidence he had. "I...uh...I've never done this stuff with...uh...anyone else before...is that ok?"
The demon's entire body stilled before his wings turned promptly deep purple—the color of 'mating lust'. His voice was deep, and his eyes were dilated. "Fuck yes that's okay. That's better than okay. That is absolutely amazing."
A smile tugged the corners of Shinji's mouth, and a nervous giggle came out as half moan. He swallowed, a taste on the air that was the same something that had given him goose-bumps. "Wh-what do you want me to d-do?"
Aizen wrestled with himself for control. King-damn-it! Willing AND virginal?! He wished could turn back to full size in an instant, but as he stated before he really was too far from his Ley Line to complete such a transformation without sleeping and he really didn't want to wait any longer.
When he'd managed to get himself back under control marginally, he coughed. "If you don't mind me going a couple of odd places, I'd like you to turn onto your stomach."
"Uh...it'd be more comfortable if I laid on the bed, if ya don't mind?" Shinji was so compelled with wanting to please his new-demonic lover that the fact that he could manhandle the tiny creature never even crossed the poor virgin's mind.
"Of course I don't mind. I want you to be comfortable." The butterfly lifted off, wings a purple smear in the air with an edge of rainbow. The visible signal that his lust was just barely under control.
The blond stood, getting a nose full of that dust. His pupils dilated and his breathing picked up again. He made another of those unconscious noises somewhere between a whimper and a moan, then stumbled to the bedroom, leaving skinny jeans, shirt and boxers on the floor.
"On m' belly right?" He asked, crawling up on the bed in a way that was tantalizing without realizing it.
The purple edged out the rainbow for a moment before Aizen again wrestled himself back under control. "Y-yes. Get fully comfortable."
Shinji blinked at the sheets for a moment, before doing just that, and with his hands under his chest, turned his head to look over his shoulder at the butterfly. "Ok...?
The demon landed on his tailbone, wings folding down along his back in a way that should've been physically impossible. Insect wings didn't bend like that. "Are you comfortable with me touching your entrance and the surrounding areas? I'm not going to go there if you don't want me to," he promised.
"I...uh..." The blond's blush deepened, "I don't mind." He immediately thought of the toys under the edge of the bed, and his eyes drifted over the edge of the bed in an unconscious tell.
Aizen made a mental note—such things were beyond him at his current size. Wait, maybe it wasn't..."Kindly retrieve them."
"R-re…what?" Shinji squeaked.
He hadn't spoken. He was sure of it! Blinking a few times, he reached for the shoebox anyway. Once on the bed, he took the top off, displaying several different shaped vibrators, three plugs in gradually larger sizes, and a collection of lubricants in every flavor from mint to strawberry, warming, tingling, cooling, numbing, and each one had a liberal amount missing from it. However, everything was impeccably clean; spotless even. He hadn't thought his blush could get redder.
"I...uh...like to play...it...uh...helps me fall asleep..."
"Oh, I am not judging you. I merely wish you to use these…I believe honey lubrication would be preferred, and I'd like to see how you use that angled vibrator," The tiny man urged gently. "Being the size I am, I cannot do it myself, nor can I physically satisfy you. These are adequate substitutes."
"Oh..."
Sitting up carefully so as not to knock the butterfly from his back, the blond took the lavender colored device and bottle of golden-yellow slick out of the box, then closed the lid again to set it off the bed for safety. He knew just how wild he got with that rounded hook vibrating against his prostate—it was one of his favorites. There, however, he hesitated, for though he knew exactly what to do with said toys, doing it front of someone else was something entirely new.
"D-do ya want me ta just go at it?"
The butterfly contemplated for a moment, "Whatever you feel comfortable with. I could tell you my reactions to what I see you do, if you'd like. Or you could pretend I'm not here."
"Well...there's...uh..." A thought crossed the blond's mind, "Have ya watched me b'fore?"
"I can't say I have," the butterfly replied truthfully. Previous lives never did such activities, and until very recently he wasn't able to watch over him from other countries.
"Oh." Somehow Shinji was rather disappointed about that. "Then...um...go sit on th' table an' I'll show ya..." He blushed furiously through his attempt at being seductive.
The brunette dutifully flew to the table, sat on the edge, and crossed his legs at the 'ankles', watching avidly, wings still purple. "You are truly beautiful, you know. I already feel you're going to give an...astonishingly arousing show," he purred, voice infused with a tingle-creating seduction.
Shinji rolled over to his back and closed his eyes, bringing up his favorite fantasy. There was a man, tall, dark, mysterious, who brought him into the bedroom, laid him down with a whisper of affection in that husky, almost bass not-voice that had saved his life fifteen years ago. Taking the lube in hand, the fantasy continued, the man in his dreams slicking his fingers, made all the more potent because of the scent of wildflowers under the flavoring that made it taste like honey. The blond bit his lip, arching his back as he slipped a finger inside himself. He didn't dare touch his cock this soon. The teasing earlier made him more responsive than usual, and a moan broke past his trapped lip. He ran his other hand down his body, fingers twitching to touch himself, but he resisted.
Behind his eyelids the man whispered, 'Not yet, hold it back, you can do it.'
A second finger joined the first and it brought his hips completely off the bed, his other hand gripping the vibrator for stability that was impossible as the proud length above him drooled and reached for stimulation he refused to give it. His heels dug into the bed, and his scissoring took on a more frantic pace, the tiny bit of pain just adding to his already sky-high arousal.
Within his mind, the voice said, 'You want me to put it in? Beg me for it. Tell me how hot you are.'
"Uhn...puh-please..." Shinji whimpered, thoroughly wrapped within his fantasy.
'Tell me more, pretty boy.'
"F-fuck me...puh-please...So...Ahn!" The blond writhed.
He pulled his hand from within himself and inserted the vibrator in almost a single move, turning it on immediately, as though being punished or rewarded for what he was doing. His cock darkened, and his hips bucked back against the silicon in his hand. At this point, the blond deliberately shattered his vision, and turned to the night table with lusty eyes so dark they were almost black.
"T-talk to m-me...?" He pleaded.
"You are doing so well", Aizen purred, not-voice vibrating the very being and reality around them. "Sweet. Sweet as the honey you're using. Your hole is taking that toy like I'm sure you want to take my cock. Don't you, Shinji?"
The blond's eyelids fluttered, "Oh...oh yesss..."
He ran his thumb along the control, taking it higher, and grinding down against it. Still he didn't touch himself. He hadn't been told he was allowed, not yet. What was left of his mind chanted, 'almost, not yet, wait 'til he says to' over and over with every thrust, in spite of the glistening sugar running along that vein because of the angle.
"I want to see you hold yourself back again," the butterfly told him. "I want to see you arch and whine as you deny yourself release. And most of all, when I do allow you to come, I want to come with you. I cannot fill you with my honey, not as I am now, not the way I want to…but…but after your next false peak I've got a special treat for you."
Shinji nodded shakily, his hand coming up to grip the base of his cock like he did before. Just the touch of his fingers to the sensitive flesh brought that pseudo-climax the demon wanted, and a high keening whine accompanied the way his body made an almost perfect half-circle, twitching and vibrating. Somehow in his haze, the blond kept the toy slamming into his prostate, and just as an extra tease, because he always did that to himself, he forced the vibrations to their max. This brought another howling whine, sunny hair tangling as his head thrashed from side to side, biting his lip.
Aizen let him writhe for a few moments, and when he began to calm down, Aizen gave a soft command. "Enough. Calm yourself so you are able to remove your hand."
His mate whimpered again, breathing heavily, rolling to the side so that he was facing the nightstand, his dripping, pulsing length millimeters from touching the blanket. Pleading in his eyes, he bit his lip harder, the pain helping to bring him back from the brink. Again he massaged that triangle, the extra sensations giving him enough of a focus so he could fully let go of his cock again, though the red-purple of denied release stayed, making the flesh look angry and ready to explode. The rubbing continued as he drew his hand back, across his hip, and then down his thigh in an obviously well-practiced move.
"I want you to return to your back," the soft not-voice echoed, "I am going to use my small size to my advantage, Shinji. Do you know what 'sounding' is?"
All the 23-yr-old could do was shake his head as he complied with the orders, spreading himself and watching the butterfly with equal parts anticipation and begging.
The smaller creature came drifting over as on a breeze, and landed once again on top of his cock. "Sounding, my dear, lovely Shinji, is the term used to describe the insertion of things into the urethra for sexual pleasure. It is also a medical procedure, but that does not apply to what I intend to do." He straddled the glans carefully, scooping pre-come off of it and slicking his own dick.
His breathing catching in his chest as that something accompanied the creature's movements, Shinji blinked, watching, his tongue snaking out to lick his lips. Aizen positioned himself, and looked his mate in the face as he eased into his slit, watching for signs of discomfort. The touch, the newness of it, had the blond closing his eyes with another of those whining moans.
"M...gonna..." The blond breathed deeply, several deliberately controlled breaths. "That's..." Another breath. "Wow..."
"Yes. Wow." The demon petted the taut flesh as he hilted, pausing to let the other adjust.
"I hope...yer...that it won't...Mmph...not gonna..." Shinji couldn't get his sentences to stick together, but desperately hoped that the other knew just how close he was. Two denied releases without a ring to hold him back? He'd be lucky if he lasted long enough for the butterfly to start moving.
Aizen seemed to understand implicitly, because when he spoke, his voice was soothing, and calming, "Shinji. Can you hold back without your hand? Long enough for me to spill my honey into you?"
"I...c'n...try..." The human breathed, closing his eyes.
That felt so good! His toes curled into the sheets, and he held as still as he could possibly manage. Any change on his end and he'd be undone, with nothing he could do about it. So, he gave the tiny creature the hottest, most desperate look yet, and nodded.
"Go ahead."
The butterfly was already walking a fine edge himself from watching his mate, and when he began to move he lasted a pitiful handful of thrusts—four rolls of his hips and he was clutching Shinji's cockhead and injecting his seed into it.
OH that! The blond's eyes rolled back into his head, and he groaned, breathing deeply through his nose. He had to get breath, had to be able to ask, to beg for release. He just couldn't seem to find the words in the mush that his mind had become.
"Come for me," Aizen snarled the order, wanting to see his love completely spent.
Fireworks didn't even begin to describe that all-consuming wave of pleasure as Shinji came harder than he ever had before, the lava-like eruption from his slit enough force to knock the butterfly from his perch. A hand flew to his shaft to milk out the waves, and every breath was a throaty, desperate sound, as the translucent white fluid poured down onto his hand and then to the bed.
The demon was drawn to that fluid, that nectar, and corrected himself mid-air to dart back and begin lapping at it, wing colors swirling purple and green in pleasure and contentment. Blearily watching the butterfly was almost enough to spur on a second round, but as his wits began to come back to him, Shinji frowned.
"Ya never answered me 'bout the reason ya watched ov'r me." His voice was slurred with afterglow.
"Didn't I? My apologies. I'll tell you when you wake up," Aizen promised, fluttering up to kiss his nose, tiny chin coated in the human's release. "Right now, you're tired and deserve to enjoy your afterglow, and the sweet, sweet relaxation that can only come in the wake of an orgasm."
His wing-dust went drifting over the human to reinforce his soothing words and silky voice. This was a topic he really wasn't comfortable discussing, and the longer he could enjoy this blissful paradise the better, even if it meant his soul's mate would be sleeping most of the time.
"Are ya...ya...gonna...l-leave?"
Shinji couldn't keep his eyes open, slipping into sleep filled with that elusive man, the same one that used that non-voice, and was the object of all of his fantasies. He was the reason the blond was obsessed with butterflies, and now, this strange creature that could speak in that same voice had evidently been impersonating his classmate for a year and a half. If he hadn't already been mind-blown by the orgasm, the blond would have lost his sanity right then.
"Don't be ridiculous," the demon soothed, not-voice proving the truth of his words, though his mate couldn't possibly know that, "I will never leave you, nor be far from you. I never have and I never will." He pet Shinji's face, tucking his hair behind his ears before fluttering to the bedside table.
Instantly the sleeping human relaxed, a smile curling his mouth and he mumbled, as he often did at this stage of slumber, "I love ya, So."
"And I love you, Shinji," Sousuke replied, voice thick with tears he refused to shed. He had cried himself out long ago. "I have loved you for a thousand centuries and I will continue to love you to the ends of the Abyss itself."
He swallowed the lump in his throat and busied himself with cleaning his feelers. The sensation was always so distracting it quieted his busy mind.