Right Back After This

Episode 16

Ares stares at Riz's dick for just a moment. It's unfortunately very easy to turn Riz on, the very problem that got him into this mess. It'll probably make Ares feel good, to see how Riz is already rock-hard without him having done a single fucking thing.

Ares teases him, kissing at the base of his cock, kissing his inner thigh, leaving the hickies he promised in the crook of Riz's leg. It hurts, a little, but Riz hasn't been allowed to feel real physical pain in years. It's something of a treat itself.

"Please," Riz mutters, about nothing in particular. There's nothing he wants more than just something. Ares' hand ghosts over the skin of Riz's cock, and Riz reaches down, but Ares doesn't let him near enough to grab his hair and pull him closer. "Please. You know how much I need this."

Ares smiles darkly, and finally he's gripping Riz's dick, giving him a little bit of friction- just a little. Riz angles back, looks at the roof, like he's in a hotel on Deliquet. The idea of getting fucked on sheets at all felt like the height of decadence back then. Riz feels like live wires, so ready to shoot electricity through him, have just found themselves grounded, and the circuit is complete. He needs so much, and the frustration eats him alive; it's eating him up now. Ares isn't doing much, and yet Riz is shaking, because if he speeds up just a little, just one little bit for one little moment...

"I don't want you to cum too soon," Ares taunts, as he's slowing, how dare he, "because that's no fun."

As mad as he is at the thought, Riz agrees. He pulls Ares down to kiss him. "Can you just fuck me? Please?" he begs for the thousandth time, and finally Ares nods, as if he was ever going to do anything different.

Riz helps Ares out of his own clothes, and he genuinely finds delight in kneeling before him, taking his cock out just as he did before, gazing up at him with that fake-innocent smile he so often forces for the camera. He likes that, in this room, that stupid performance gets Ares looking at him with this lurid, lustful stare.

He helps ensure Ares is pretty damn hard, but he has no patience beyond that, and lays back on the bed as Ares retrieves lube from a nearby drawer. "Do you have a condom?" Riz asks, and Ares stares at him oddly for a second.

"What did they tell you on Deliquet?"

"What?"

"I assume you heard some weird fearmongering about sex, right? What are you worried about?"

Riz's life flashes before his eyes. He has no idea what he fucked up, but if his story is blown here, of all places, he has to hang a lot of people's lives on trusting Ares to be very suddenly very cool. "STDs?" he says, because he doesn't have a lie.

"I've seen your health records, and we don't have any illnesses on the planet I'm from. STDs included." That had never occurred to Riz as an option. "I can show you my health records if you don't believe me."

Riz's face is red with embarrassment, as well as receding fear. Idiotic innocence covers him again. "Oh. Sorry."

Ares shakes his head, and the context saves Riz from being questioned. He clambers onto the bed; Riz shifts back so that Ares is sitting between his legs. "They told you all kinds of weird things, didn't they? Do they still think there are wrong types of sex, in places like that?"

Ares' words have this condescending tone that Riz is glad to hear, because it means he isn't examining Riz too closely. He just wants him to fulfil some fantasy. "To be honest, I hardly paid attention," Riz says, watching Ares pour lube over his fingers. "They didn't want us having sex at all, I think, so it was all the same kind of wrong. They told us nothing."

There's a coldness at his entrance, ready to pull him apart in more ways than one. "Sounds familiar," Ares remarks, tilting his head.

Ares pushes his fingers in, and Riz bites down hard on his lip. He grips the sheets on either side of him, grounding himself to reality, as the slow movement sends electricity through every part of his body. Riz grinds down on Ares' fingers, scrambling for that feeling. It's like a slow dance, familiar, easy to follow once he's back doing these steps. And it feels good to dance again.