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[August 21] [Baccano!] Maiza Obliges
Title: Maiza Obliges
Day/Theme: Aug. 21, 2011 "two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other."
Series: Baccano!
Character/Pairing: Maiza/Czeslaw
Rating: R (sex. [someone on tumblr captured my warning dilemma pretty well. ^^;]
Author's comment: The conclusion of the story I posted back on the 3rd and 4th.
In the dark, the items were more clearly recognizable to Maiza than Czeslaw, seeing as they were his, but the younger man managed to see enough to respond with a small snort of laughter. "Some naughty toys you've picked up, Maiza."
"Let's keep this vanilla, Czes. I'm afraid of what memories my toys might trigger."
"Oh, I'm not making any requests. I just get a kick out of learning what gets you off."
"Or Firo," Maiza noted.
"Ah," Czeslaw winced, "I'm not sure I needed to know that."
Maiza unscrewed the lid of a jar and dipped his fingers into something slick. Czeslaw slid his underwear down his legs, over his ankles and feet, and dropped them daintily to the floor. His nakedness under the long white nightshirt did have a certain effect on Maiza. He shrugged out of his own pajama pants and underwear. Czes reached out to touch him. The warmth Maiza had done his best to share with him had spread through his body to the tips of his fingers, which he traced all the way down Maiza's length, starting from his stomach. A hand was a hand (though so small it made Maiza feel more like he was with a woman). His penis responded favorably. Maiza turned off his side, rising onto his knees and straddling Czeslaw.
"Take off your shirt," Czeslaw's smile was lop-sided, even somewhat goofy. He began unbuttoning Maiza's pajama top. When he finished, Maiza slipped it off. He leaned closer, sliding a hand under Czes' nightshirt, fondling him until the fabric started to rise up over his erection. Maiza changed tactics then, slowly, inserting the tip of a finger into him. Czes groaned, arching his back. He had been reaching up to toy with Maiza's nipples, but at this exploratory touch, he immediately drew them back to clutch at the bed sheets. "Maiza!" he shuddered.
"Too much?" the other man worried.
"No-! More!" Czeslaw urged.
Watching that grappling of pleasure and pain in Czeslaw's cherubic face, Maiza flashed back to the long-ago loss of his own virginity and the similarly dark-eyed girl he had been gazing on then. Just as gradually as he'd managed the first, Maiza inched a second finger in.
"Maiza!" Czeslaw nearly sobbed. A renewed stream of tears joined the sweat dripping down his forehead. Neither had bothered to flip up his nightshirt. Smiling and crying, Czeslaw came, making a sticky mess of skin and fabric.
The younger man sighed as Maiza withdrew his fingers. "Thank you."
It was an awkward time to be saying so, but the entire situation was awkward anyway, so Maiza answered, "You're welcome." He was hard now, aching over the bliss he had just watched Czeslaw experience, but he didn't have any plans for penetration (he had balked at that from the beginning, uncertain whether he could manage such careful, tender motion if he abandoned the facile tools of his mouth and hands).
"Oh. Oh!" Czes regained coherency enough to think outside himself. "Let me help you finish, Maiza!"
"I'm fine," Maiza shook his head.
"No, I can't just let you treat me so well without doing anything in return. I'm practicing, remember? Being kind." Czeslaw rose up onto his elbows and reached out, closing his hand over Maiza's where it gripped his shaft. "Like this?" he asked, stroking about just as firmly as he'd pet a cat or dog.
"Like that." Maiza could not complain once that touching began. Czeslaw had never stopped being kind. He had merely forgotten how to recognize his own kindness.
"I'm so lucky to have made it back to your side," Czeslaw continued to stroke and rub over the length of Maiza's penis. So close.
"You know, I thought about you for so long. I can't count the times I wished I had been with you, instead. I don't know what I could have done to change things. Maybe, because I was so young then, it really was completely out of my hands. Maiza, my whole life would've been different! I would've been happy!"
Maiza gritted his teeth against the groan of pleasure that yearned to escape from him; still a small noise escaped his lips as he came. That idea- that Czes could have spent all this time happy- was incredibly potent.
"I enjoyed that," Czeslaw said.
"Let's clean up a bit and get back to sleep," Maiza answered. "No more bad dreams."
Day/Theme: Aug. 21, 2011 "two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other."
Series: Baccano!
Character/Pairing: Maiza/Czeslaw
Rating: R (sex. [someone on tumblr captured my warning dilemma pretty well. ^^;]
Author's comment: The conclusion of the story I posted back on the 3rd and 4th.
In the dark, the items were more clearly recognizable to Maiza than Czeslaw, seeing as they were his, but the younger man managed to see enough to respond with a small snort of laughter. "Some naughty toys you've picked up, Maiza."
"Let's keep this vanilla, Czes. I'm afraid of what memories my toys might trigger."
"Oh, I'm not making any requests. I just get a kick out of learning what gets you off."
"Or Firo," Maiza noted.
"Ah," Czeslaw winced, "I'm not sure I needed to know that."
Maiza unscrewed the lid of a jar and dipped his fingers into something slick. Czeslaw slid his underwear down his legs, over his ankles and feet, and dropped them daintily to the floor. His nakedness under the long white nightshirt did have a certain effect on Maiza. He shrugged out of his own pajama pants and underwear. Czes reached out to touch him. The warmth Maiza had done his best to share with him had spread through his body to the tips of his fingers, which he traced all the way down Maiza's length, starting from his stomach. A hand was a hand (though so small it made Maiza feel more like he was with a woman). His penis responded favorably. Maiza turned off his side, rising onto his knees and straddling Czeslaw.
"Take off your shirt," Czeslaw's smile was lop-sided, even somewhat goofy. He began unbuttoning Maiza's pajama top. When he finished, Maiza slipped it off. He leaned closer, sliding a hand under Czes' nightshirt, fondling him until the fabric started to rise up over his erection. Maiza changed tactics then, slowly, inserting the tip of a finger into him. Czes groaned, arching his back. He had been reaching up to toy with Maiza's nipples, but at this exploratory touch, he immediately drew them back to clutch at the bed sheets. "Maiza!" he shuddered.
"Too much?" the other man worried.
"No-! More!" Czeslaw urged.
Watching that grappling of pleasure and pain in Czeslaw's cherubic face, Maiza flashed back to the long-ago loss of his own virginity and the similarly dark-eyed girl he had been gazing on then. Just as gradually as he'd managed the first, Maiza inched a second finger in.
"Maiza!" Czeslaw nearly sobbed. A renewed stream of tears joined the sweat dripping down his forehead. Neither had bothered to flip up his nightshirt. Smiling and crying, Czeslaw came, making a sticky mess of skin and fabric.
The younger man sighed as Maiza withdrew his fingers. "Thank you."
It was an awkward time to be saying so, but the entire situation was awkward anyway, so Maiza answered, "You're welcome." He was hard now, aching over the bliss he had just watched Czeslaw experience, but he didn't have any plans for penetration (he had balked at that from the beginning, uncertain whether he could manage such careful, tender motion if he abandoned the facile tools of his mouth and hands).
"Oh. Oh!" Czes regained coherency enough to think outside himself. "Let me help you finish, Maiza!"
"I'm fine," Maiza shook his head.
"No, I can't just let you treat me so well without doing anything in return. I'm practicing, remember? Being kind." Czeslaw rose up onto his elbows and reached out, closing his hand over Maiza's where it gripped his shaft. "Like this?" he asked, stroking about just as firmly as he'd pet a cat or dog.
"Like that." Maiza could not complain once that touching began. Czeslaw had never stopped being kind. He had merely forgotten how to recognize his own kindness.
"I'm so lucky to have made it back to your side," Czeslaw continued to stroke and rub over the length of Maiza's penis. So close.
"You know, I thought about you for so long. I can't count the times I wished I had been with you, instead. I don't know what I could have done to change things. Maybe, because I was so young then, it really was completely out of my hands. Maiza, my whole life would've been different! I would've been happy!"
Maiza gritted his teeth against the groan of pleasure that yearned to escape from him; still a small noise escaped his lips as he came. That idea- that Czes could have spent all this time happy- was incredibly potent.
"I enjoyed that," Czeslaw said.
"Let's clean up a bit and get back to sleep," Maiza answered. "No more bad dreams."