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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Devilman_(Anime_&_Manga)
  Relationship:
      Asuka_Ryo_|_Satan/Fudo_Akira
  Character:
      Fudo_Akira, Asuka_Ryo_|_Satan
  Additional Tags:
      Body_Dysphoria, Oral_Fixation, Hand_Jobs, Bukkake, Excessive_Come, Come
      Eating, Intersex_Character, Oral_Sex, Multiple_Orgasms, Rimming, Anal
      Fingering, Anal_Sex, Transformation, Size_Kink, Plot_What_Plot/Porn
      Without_Plot, Idolization, Possessive_Behavior
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-21 Words: 1558
****** Sated ******
by ChimaAmla
Summary
     Akira and Ryo hadn’t fooled around since the Sabbath party. So much
     had just been going on, and now Akira was, not different, he was
     still him, but he felt like he didn't quite fit in his skin anymore,
     and what if Ryo didn't want him like this?
     But that was stupid, nothing was different. He was still him, that
     was the whole point, and he still mostly looked the same, most of the
     time. And he'd still do anything for Ryo and Ryo still invited him
     over and of course everything was the same. They'd just been busy.
Akira and Ryo hadn’t fooled around since the Sabbath party.  So much had just
been going on, and now Akira was, not  different , he was still him, but he
felt like he didn't quite fit in his skin anymore, and what if Ryo didn't want
him like this?
But that was stupid, nothing was different.  He was still him, that was the
whole point, and he still mostly looked the same, most of the time.  And he'd
still do anything for Ryo and Ryo still invited him over and of course
everything was the same.  They'd just been busy.
“Akira.”
He looked up and Ryo was looking at him like,  oh.   Ryo dropped his coat to
the floor and Akira was hard so fast it made him dizzy.  He almost threw the
tablet when Ryo pushed it out of his hands, and then Ryo was climbing into his
lap and Akira dragged him in to bury his face against Ryo's throat.  He smelled
good, like fresh clean things. He always smelled good. Akira was pretty sure
Ryo could hike through a swamp and come out on the other side smelling like
fresh laundry, and without a smudge of dirt on him.  Akira’s hands were going
to work on the buttons of Ryo's shirt before he even knew what they were doing,
and Ryo just laughed half-quiet down at him.
“Eager?”
Akira grinned up at him and pulled Ryo's hips in so he could feel his erection,
and Ryo laughed again like he was  delighted.   He dragged Akira into a kiss
and Akira gave up on the buttons, just shoved Ryo's shirt down off his
shoulders and pulled it back until the buttons popped off and he could toss it
somewhere.  Ryo's hands were all over him and Akira let him pull his shirt up
over his head, only struggling with it tangled around his too-broad shoulders
for a minute before he could get his hands all over Ryo again too.
Ryo was all pale and baby-soft, not lean and tanned like Akira, and Akira
rolled them so Ryo was on his back on the couch and he could reach more of him
with his mouth.  His skin was cool and smooth and perfect and Akira wanted to
eat him alive. He grazed his teeth across the softness of Ryo's chest instead,
mouthing and sucking at one of his pink little nipples. He kissed and licked
his way across his chest, grinding against his thigh, and when Ryo’s hands went
for his belt he couldn't stop the desperate noise that whined out of him.
“Don't worry, I'll take care of you,” Ryo said with that  smile  as he got his
hand on Akira's dick.  Akira’s boxers were already a mess of precome and Ryo's
hand was cool and soft and he thrust into the loose tunnel of his fingers
desperately, close already even though he'd already gotten off twice today.
  He was at it two, three, four times a day anymore; his dick still felt the
same as before, sort of, it  definitely  wasn't smaller in Ryo’s hands but
maybe his own hands had gotten bigger?  It felt fucking good, anyways, and
Ryo’s other hand was fisted in his hair and holding him tight where he was.
 Ryo’s voice came down “Come on, come for me, Akira, you can do it, come on-”
and it was like Ryo had flipped a switch, Akira came hot and sudden, back
bowing with it and a noise he didn't recognize dragging from his throat.
Ryo kept stroking him through it until Akira was shaking and Ryo's hand and
belly were a mess.  Akira’s come was spread in thick lines all the way up his
chest, sticky strands trailing from Ryo’s fingers, and and oh he looked  good
with come on his face.  Akira was still hard as hell but he dragged out of
Ryo's grip, kissing across his face and licking down his body to clean him up.
 He tasted incredible Ryo's skin and his own come both, thick and syrupy and
strange, way more than there used to be before, and the way Ryo looked down at
him and watched with parted lips as Akira licked his fingers clean one by one
was even better.
Akira had Ryo's pants open before he even got down that far, and he dragged
them down over Ryo’s hips and off his legs to send them wherever his shirt had
gone.  He looked  good,  flushed and hard and wet, and Akira got his mouth all
over him as quick as he could.  Ryo was small enough to slip easy between his
lips, and he tongued the slit at the bottom of his dick, wondering how he'd
ever thought it was anything but hot as hell.  Ryo’s hands were in his hair,
pushing and grabbing, and Akira grinned up at him around his cock. Ryo laughed
again, or maybe groaned, or both, and Akira sucked and licked all over him
until Ryo was panting and thrusting into his mouth.
When Ryo started tensing like he was close Akira pulled away, or tried to;
Ryo's hands stayed right where they were in his hair, and if his dick had been
bigger Akira probably would've been choking on it.  But Akira just grabbed
Ryo's wrists and dragged his hands away - he was strong enough to  do  that now
- and the look Ryo gave him was half furious and half delighted, like he
couldn't even decide until Akira hiked Ryo's legs over his shoulders and buried
his face in his cunt.
Ryo gasped and his hands were right back in Akira’s hair, “Yes, yes, yes--”
dropping from his lips.  Akira was rutting against the side of the couch as he
ate him out, hands too busy keeping Ryo still to be able to do anything for
himself, and the taste of him and the noises Ryo was making and the slick,
plush fabric sent him over he edge again, moaning into the space between Ryo’s
legs.
He dragged Ryo’s hips up as soon as he could breathe again, so he could move
lower and lick into the clean hole of his ass, and  god  the noises Ryo was
making as he twisted and bucked in Akira's grip.  Akira didn't let him get
away, just slicked his fingers with his own come and pressed one in next to his
searching tongue, then two, opening him up.  He was still so fucking hard and
there had barely been room for him in Ryo’s cunt before and there certainly
wasn't enough now, but Ryo took a third finger and was begging for it, “Come
on, get your cock in me, don't make me wait-” and god, Akira could never say no
to him for anything, especially not this.
He shoved in all at once and god, the noise Ryo made, hurt and  wanting,  and
he couldn't stop himself dragging out and thrusting in hard enough to make him
make that noise again.  Ryo’s hands were scrabbling at his chest as he thrust
into him rough again and again, and god, he looked so small under him on the
huge couch, all soft skin and fragile little bird bones.  He was gorgeous, the
prettiest thing Akira had ever seen, so pale next to Akira's huge, dark hands
on his hips, so tight it almost hurt, and Akira dug his claws into the floor to
brace so he could fuck into him harder.  His tail lashed and something
shattered behind him and his mouth dropped open, fuck, no, not now, he couldn't
be changed now, he was gonna hurt him, fuck he was gonna split him open--
“Don't stop, don't you  dare  stop,” Ryo panted, eyes wild and mouth half-open
and hair a disaster.  He looked  wrecked,  and both his hands were fisted in
the thick fur on Akira’s hips.  “Come on, don't s-”
His voice broke off in an aching gasp as Akira thrust into him again, and god,
there was no room for him but he couldn't stop, not when Ryo was looking like
that, like Akira was giving him everything he'd ever wanted.
“Gonna come,” Akira tried to say, tried to warn him, but he didn't know if the
sounds made any sense or if he even could've made himself pull out if Ryo
wanted him to.
“Give it to me, gimme it all, give me everything-” and Akira came like it was a
command, burying himself in Ryo and spilling with a noise that wasn't anything
near human.  He came until it ached, hips jerking desperate, until his skin
went smooth and fragile and his body felt too small for him.
His come was leaking out around his cock and making a huge mess, now that he
was human again and finally even halfway soft.  He let Ryo down against the
couch with shaking hands and just kind of, collapsed on top of him. Ryo's hands
went into his hair as Akira panted against his chest, fingers dragging against
his scalp and helping settle his heart back to something like normal.
“You're absolutely perfect, Akira,” Ryo said, voice even like he hadn't just
been fucked to half an inch of his life.
Akira huffed a self-conscious noise against his chest, still panting a little.
 “Yeah, well, I'm nothing without you.”
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