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Gun kink? Angel hadn't been expecting that. Maybe Al was more just into danger. Or it could have been the trust required to allow something like gunplay, or knifeplay.
1930 Angel had taken all of the bullets out of his gun, so he could be absolutely sure he wouldn't somehow accidentally murder Alastor. He decided not to tell Al that. The danger of hearing him click the safety off might feel really good to Al.
He gathered a washcloth and bandages, to clean them up after, and in case something happened like the last time they'd tried playing with a deadly weapon. Yeah, he also grabbed the non-sharp hunting knife that he'd made for himself. Just in case Al wanted to play with that, too.
It looked the same as Al's. He probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference in the heat of the moment, and Angel wouldn't have to worry about which parts were sharp, since he'd made it specifically with this in mind.
Alastor had undressed by the time Angel got back to their room. He was sitting on the bed, wrapped in one of the extra blankets, waiting.
Like this, Angel could easily see the scars on Al's chest.
"Are you ready ta start, sweetheart?" Angel asked. "Or d'you wanna talk a little more, first? Maybe negotiate some stuff, figure out what you wanna get out'a this."
"I'm...naked, darling." Alastor said. "You told me to get ready for you. You didn't say we'd talk more."
"Okay. How 'bout this." Angel said. "How d'you feel 'bout me holdin' a knife?"
Alastor shivered. "Good." He said. "...Will you?"
"If it feels like the right thing, yeah." Angel said. "Okay. You wanna start?"
"Yes, please." Alastor breathed, moving to lay back on the bed, still wrapped in the blanket.
Angel climbed on with him, and pushed him further back by the shoulders. "Lemme kiss you." He said. Alastor nodded. Angel smiled, and moved in closer to kiss him deeply, gently tugging the blanket off of him a little more.
Alastor whimpered, and turned his head to one side, taking hold of Angel's shoulders. "This seems a little...unfair, love, I-I'm...naked, and you're...still fully clothed."
"I know. It's fine, I'll get there." Angel said. "You okay playin' with a bit of a power dynamic? I can stop if you-"
"No. It's fine." Alastor said, quickly. "I just...wanted to make sure I was...doing this right."
"There's no right, an' no wrong in this." Angel said. "There ain't any rules, other than what we've set, ourselves. If it feels okay, it's right. If you ain't comfortable me bein' dressed while you're naked, we can change that, 'cause I don't want you uncomfortable. Understand?"
Alastor nodded. "Thank you." He said, looking straight at Angel again. "You...may continue."
Angel smiled softly, and kissed him again, gently touching up Al's sides, carefully following the map in his mind of where he knew felt good. When he got to Al's chest, he was gentle where he knew Al was sensitive, and super careful around the two small spots he knew Al couldn't feel at all. Al whined into his mouth, starting to squirm under him. Angel slowly withdrew one of his hands, and grabbed his empty gun. He broke the kiss, just for a moment. "Be a good boy, an' stay still fer me." He whispered, pressing the end of the barrel up against the underside of Al's chin.
Alastor's breathing quickened immediately, and his jaw started to tremble, but he didn't move.
"Talk to me, Al, is this okay?" Angel asked.
"Y-yes." Alastor breathed. "Oh god, darling, yes. Please. Please touch me."
Angel grinned, kissed him for another few seconds, then started gently touching his pussy with his spare hand. Al whimpered, struggling to stay still. Angel rubbed at his clit with his thumb, and pressed two fingers inside. He started kissing Al again, dragging this part out for as long as he could.
He paused. "Baby, how much d'you trust me?" He asked.
"Completely." Alastor said, without even having to consider it. "With all my heart and soul."
"Good." Angel said.
Then he clicked the safety off, and pressed the gun against Al's neck a little harder.
The reaction was exactly what he'd predicted.
Al's eyes opened wide, and he bucked into Angel's hand, so Angel rubbed against his clit a little more insistently, and kept that up until Alastor was trembling through an orgasm.
"That's it. Good boy, Al." Angel said, softly fingering him through the aftershocks.
And then he was gently pulling his fingers out, and setting the gun aside, as Alastor started panting, trying to catch his breath.
"A-Anthony?" Al whispered.
"I'm right here, sweetheart, I've got you." Angel said, moving them both to be curled up together on the bed. "Is that enough, fer the first time we're playin' with this, or d'you feel okay ta keep goin'?"
"I...would like to keep going." Alastor said, quietly. "Is the...safety on?"
"No." Angel said. "Tell me what yer thinkin'."
"...Fuck me." Alastor said. "From...behind. And...c-could you...hold it against...the back of my head?"
"Want me ta pull yer hair, while I'm there?" Angel asked. "Keep yer head up. Keep you feelin' it."
Alastor moaned quietly, clearly finding the idea very appealing. "Yes, please."