Fic: Kissing Lessons
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knights_say_nihJack and Belial, but not / even though there's kissing.
's someone else now :D
Still. Rated for mentions of sex and some embarassingly frank discussion because they WERE in the sack together.
A man sits, reading a newspaper, comfortable.
“Belial?” comes the voice of an interloper.
“Yes Jack?”
The paper doesn’t move.
“Do I kiss well?”
Well. Now it does, slipping down. The sunglasses vanish too, and Jack gets tossed a rather amused expression.
“Why?”
The blush the question brings is not entirely unexpected, and Jack steels his resolve and sits himself down in the chair opposite, folding his arms across his chest in determination.
“Because there is someone I should like very much to kiss and I should like to do it properly.”
“Who do you want to kiss, then?”
That question was expected too, really, so though it makes him blush deeper he does answer it too.
“Mercutio. I have done so before but now things are different. Now I am hoping he will take me to bed afterwards and it would probably be more likely if I kissed him well, I think. I have kissed him before, and Cruel Thing but she has left and Lethe but only on the cheek and then you.”
He smiles, and there’s a bit of a smirk in it that sort of makes Belial’s lips twitch in its incongruity.
“Which obviously went well enough though it was probably more your doing than mine so will you please help?”
“Alright.”
The immediate answer startles Jack, and he immediately looks closer to see if there’s any sort of intent but the man honestly seems rather amused—though in a languid, bored way.
“Thank you. How do you kiss like you do?”
Belial smirks around a cigarette, suddenly in his mouth, and pauses to exhale smoke in Jack’s direction.
“Magic.”
The boy looks crestfallen, because that’s not what he wanted to hear at all.
“But there are some things I can teach you about anyways. Come here.”
He gestures loosely for him to approach and is given a look of incredulity and annoyed disgust.
“Ick. No Belial.”
Satan would be offended if he weren’t laughing quite this hard, really, he would. As it is he just reaches up to ruffle Jack’s hair and nods.
“You’ll be fine, so long as you don’t squeak when he bites you.”
Jack considers this, pulling away and trying to smooth back his hair.
“He does not bite. And I do not squeak.”
Satan rolls his eyes, and leans forwards to ruffle his hair and purposefully mess it up all over again.
“He will. And I can personally guarantee that you do.”
“Do not.”
There’s a long suffering, frustrated sigh in which Satan longs at the ceiling and makes a show of coming up with the best way to convince him. It comes in the form of Jack’s voice, sweet and low and moaning.
Then, as the blush begins to creep down the throat of the Jack who is sitting in the chair, the moans get louder and he can see Belial’s hands against his skin in his minds eye and then---
“Eeeep!”
Fighting down embarrassment, Jack swallows pointedly and then turns a glare on Belial, hot enough to turn sand to glass.
“It was your fault. You were doing strange things with your fingers.”
Satan snorts in laughter again and Jack shifts in his chair, hugging himself with folded arms.
“Bastard. Are you going to teach me to kiss or not?”
Obligatory eye role of annoyance at Jack for descending to profanity, because it makes for quite repetitive conversation when you’re as old as he is.
“How do you propose that I do that?”
Jack shifts, drums his fingers, and then looks sideways. He can’t quite meet Belial’s eyes as he proposes, softly;
“Could you not explain it?”
It’s an interesting idea. How to explain a kiss. How to convey in words the lust that is a part of what he is and how to use words to tell someone how good it can feel to surrender to what your body wants… needs.
Jack watches the considering, with hope, because he remembers being kissed by Belial.
“You’re kissing him with intent, then?”
The man’s voice is musing, quiet, almost dangerous and all Jack can do is nod mutely and cross his fingers behind his back for good luck, which Belial doesn’t comment on, even if he knows.
“Then let it be with intent. Kiss him---let him control it but don’t hold back your reactions and don’t ever forget that if things go as you’d like them to you’ll be writhing in his bed when it’s over.”
The words make Jack’s breath catch in his chest, but Belial continues, regardless.
“Remember the way it feels?”
All he can do is nod again, and let his eyes close and when a faint shudder crawls through him Belial’s smile turns rather pleased. Rather proud and rather pleased.
“Think about him doing all that to you and when you kiss him, make sure he feels that you want him to.”
After a long time, Jack nods.
“Thank you Belial---- he is not going to bite me, is he?”
For the third time in as many minutes, Satan is laughing.
Even though Jack pretends to fret, he really is too.
's someone else now :D
Still. Rated for mentions of sex and some embarassingly frank discussion because they WERE in the sack together.
A man sits, reading a newspaper, comfortable.
“Belial?” comes the voice of an interloper.
“Yes Jack?”
The paper doesn’t move.
“Do I kiss well?”
Well. Now it does, slipping down. The sunglasses vanish too, and Jack gets tossed a rather amused expression.
“Why?”
The blush the question brings is not entirely unexpected, and Jack steels his resolve and sits himself down in the chair opposite, folding his arms across his chest in determination.
“Because there is someone I should like very much to kiss and I should like to do it properly.”
“Who do you want to kiss, then?”
That question was expected too, really, so though it makes him blush deeper he does answer it too.
“Mercutio. I have done so before but now things are different. Now I am hoping he will take me to bed afterwards and it would probably be more likely if I kissed him well, I think. I have kissed him before, and Cruel Thing but she has left and Lethe but only on the cheek and then you.”
He smiles, and there’s a bit of a smirk in it that sort of makes Belial’s lips twitch in its incongruity.
“Which obviously went well enough though it was probably more your doing than mine so will you please help?”
“Alright.”
The immediate answer startles Jack, and he immediately looks closer to see if there’s any sort of intent but the man honestly seems rather amused—though in a languid, bored way.
“Thank you. How do you kiss like you do?”
Belial smirks around a cigarette, suddenly in his mouth, and pauses to exhale smoke in Jack’s direction.
“Magic.”
The boy looks crestfallen, because that’s not what he wanted to hear at all.
“But there are some things I can teach you about anyways. Come here.”
He gestures loosely for him to approach and is given a look of incredulity and annoyed disgust.
“Ick. No Belial.”
Satan would be offended if he weren’t laughing quite this hard, really, he would. As it is he just reaches up to ruffle Jack’s hair and nods.
“You’ll be fine, so long as you don’t squeak when he bites you.”
Jack considers this, pulling away and trying to smooth back his hair.
“He does not bite. And I do not squeak.”
Satan rolls his eyes, and leans forwards to ruffle his hair and purposefully mess it up all over again.
“He will. And I can personally guarantee that you do.”
“Do not.”
There’s a long suffering, frustrated sigh in which Satan longs at the ceiling and makes a show of coming up with the best way to convince him. It comes in the form of Jack’s voice, sweet and low and moaning.
Then, as the blush begins to creep down the throat of the Jack who is sitting in the chair, the moans get louder and he can see Belial’s hands against his skin in his minds eye and then---
“Eeeep!”
Fighting down embarrassment, Jack swallows pointedly and then turns a glare on Belial, hot enough to turn sand to glass.
“It was your fault. You were doing strange things with your fingers.”
Satan snorts in laughter again and Jack shifts in his chair, hugging himself with folded arms.
“Bastard. Are you going to teach me to kiss or not?”
Obligatory eye role of annoyance at Jack for descending to profanity, because it makes for quite repetitive conversation when you’re as old as he is.
“How do you propose that I do that?”
Jack shifts, drums his fingers, and then looks sideways. He can’t quite meet Belial’s eyes as he proposes, softly;
“Could you not explain it?”
It’s an interesting idea. How to explain a kiss. How to convey in words the lust that is a part of what he is and how to use words to tell someone how good it can feel to surrender to what your body wants… needs.
Jack watches the considering, with hope, because he remembers being kissed by Belial.
“You’re kissing him with intent, then?”
The man’s voice is musing, quiet, almost dangerous and all Jack can do is nod mutely and cross his fingers behind his back for good luck, which Belial doesn’t comment on, even if he knows.
“Then let it be with intent. Kiss him---let him control it but don’t hold back your reactions and don’t ever forget that if things go as you’d like them to you’ll be writhing in his bed when it’s over.”
The words make Jack’s breath catch in his chest, but Belial continues, regardless.
“Remember the way it feels?”
All he can do is nod again, and let his eyes close and when a faint shudder crawls through him Belial’s smile turns rather pleased. Rather proud and rather pleased.
“Think about him doing all that to you and when you kiss him, make sure he feels that you want him to.”
After a long time, Jack nods.
“Thank you Belial---- he is not going to bite me, is he?”
For the third time in as many minutes, Satan is laughing.
Even though Jack pretends to fret, he really is too.
