Zack Fair's Hentai Life

Zack lounged on Angeal’s bed, waiting. Angeal had promised him something special and to Zack, that meant only one thing. Genesis had hinted that sooner or later, Angeal would expect more from Zack than just handjobs and fun with toys and Zack was fine with that, if a little nervous. Knowing that Angeal would be a considerate lover, taking things slowly if he thought Zack was at all uncertain, went a long way to soothing Zack’s nerves about what was to come. All he had to do was to wait until Angeal arrived. There wasn’t much to do in Angeal’s quarters, so Zack leafed through a magazine he had found under the bed. Half-expecting, half-hoping it would be something salacious, he was disappointed to discover it was only about gardening. Still, it would do to pass the time.

Part-way through an article on soil erosion, there was a knock at the door. Debating whether or not to answer it – he wasn’t really supposed to be in Angeal’s quarters on his own – he hesitated until another, more forceful knock came.

“Zack, open up.”

It was Angeal! Like an excited puppy, Zack jumped off the bed and threw the door open. His jaw dropped.

“I’m here to fix the fridge.”

There, in front of him, stood Angeal, wearing grubby overalls, carrying a toolbox and sporting the most ridiculous fake moustache Zack had ever seen.

“You don’t have a fridge…”

Sighing, Angeal pushed past Zack and into his quarters. He set his toolbox down on the floor and opened it up. Watching curiously over his shoulders, Zack saw Angeal remove a small music player from the box, and start to fiddle with it. Moments later, it started to play. The music started off mellow, a bass line and a beat. Zack couldn’t resist the urge to move his hips in time to the track. As he swayed to the music, eyes closed, he heard a guitar start up in a muted sort of wah-wah style.

“About this fridge.”

Zack opened his eyes; Angeal had unzipped his overalls, revealing bare flesh, from his chest right down to his navel. Unable to stop his gaze from traveling downwards, Zack salivated at the hint of pubic hair, peeking out. The music, the way Angeal looked…it was as if the world had taken on a softer, fuzzier look and it felt great.

“The fridge, yeah,” Zack grinned, getting into the swing of things. “It’s right over here. I think you’re going to need a big tool to get into it.”

“Don’t worry about the size of my tool; I can promise you’ll be satisfied by the time I’m finished.”

Zack led the way to the ‘fridge’, which was actually the unit beside the bed, and bent over in front of it.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with it. One minute it was working fine and the next-“ he let out a startled gasp as hands clutched his hips. “Oh! What are you doing?”

“Just getting a closer look. You were saying?”

“Uh, yeah. It was fine and then it started making all these noises.”

“What kind of noises?”

“Well, ah, like a sort of grinding noise.”

“Grinding?” Angeal started to shift his hips, rubbing himself against Zack’s backside. “You mean like this?”

“Oh yeah, just like that,” Zack pressed backwards, still swaying to the music. “Maybe a little rougher.”

Angeal took the hint and gripped him harder, speeding up his movements. Through the fabric of his uniform trousers and Angeal’s overalls, he could feel his mentor’s erection, each roll of his hips sliding it between his buttocks. It was incredibly arousing, having Angeal dry-hump him like this and he wanted more. The music changed, this time into a more up-beat track with a male voice singing ‘chikka-chikka-wow’, imitating the earlier wah-wah guitar sound. Angeal matched the beat, running his hands up from Zack’s thighs to his stomach and pulling him upwards, until his back was flush against Angeal’s chest.

“I know what the problem is,” Angeal muttered, his mouth close to Zack’s ear. “I think it’s time for me to get to work.”

A hand slipped under Zack’s shirt, caressing his skin and tracing the hard lines of his abdomen. Each touch inflamed Zack’s senses, and made him ache for more. Deciding that a more active approach was needed, Zack reached behind him and pushed his hands between their bodies, seeking out Angeal’s erection and massaging it gently. He felt Angeal’s fake moustache tickling his ear as the man kissed and sucked on his neck, but instead of making him laugh, it made him whimper. Still moving to the music, Angeal shifted their position and turned Zack around in his arms.

“Maybe we should get comfortable?”

Zack swallowed and nodded, allowing Angeal to push him down onto the bed. Straight way, his hands went to his belt, fumbling with the buckle in his haste.

“Allow me,” Angeal brushed Zack’s hands away and started to unfasten his belt. “This is the type of job that should be left to an expert.”

Content to let Angeal take care of undressing him, Zack lay back and enjoyed the feeling of Angeal’s hands running over his body as he was stripped bare. All of his earlier nervousness was forgotten, replaced with anticipation and excitement. Every part of him was sensitive to Angeal’s touches; the scrape of a fingernail down his inner thigh, the stroke of thumbs over his nipples, the caress of lips against his stomach. His whole body trembled and vibrated with arousal and Angeal’s teasing strokes weren’t enough. When Angeal’s hand hovered temptingly over his arousal, Zack arched his back, desperate for contact but before flesh could touch flesh, Angeal removed his hand and shook his head admonishingly.

“A good workman takes his time,” he said, standing up straight and slipping the upper half of his overalls off his shoulders. “It would be unprofessional of me to rush a job.”

Groaning at the sight of Angeal’s rippling muscles, slowly being revealed, Zack licked his lips hungrily. During all previous liaisons, Angeal had remained more or less fully dressed. Occasionally, he would take off his shirt and of course, he always unfastened his trousers to free his erection for Zack’s attention, but never had he been fully naked. This time however, it looked as though he planned to be nude. Zack could just see the head of his teacher’s cock, poking up from the V of his overalls. Following Zack’s gaze, Angeal smiled.

“Would you like to see my equipment?”

“Yes, please.”

The begging tone in Zack’s voice would previously have embarrassed him but he had long since learned that Angeal liked him that way; submissive and needy. The music changed again to something more raw, slightly harsher than before and Zack thought it suited the way Angeal moved perfectly; the way he fully unzipped his overalls, quickly and without hesitation, then pushed them down to pool at his feet leaving him entirely bare.

“Like what you see?” Angeal asked, taking his cock in his hand and giving it a couple of firm strokes. “Want to find out what I can do with it?”

“Oh yeah…”

With no further delay, Angeal was on him, tongue working its way into Zack’s mouth and his hands seemingly everywhere at once. Caught up in the kiss, Zack missed how Angeal had managed to locate his bottle of lubricant and apply it to his fingers, only realising it had happened when he felt himself being breached. With his usual efficiency, Angeal prepared Zack for penetration. They had done this so often now, getting Zack ready for his vibrator, that it didn’t take long, for which Zack was thankful. He didn’t know how much longer he could last. He needed to feel Angeal inside him.

At first, it didn’t feel that different to the vibrator, but the deeper Angeal sunk into his body, the better it felt. Where the vibrator was hard and unyielding, Angeal’s cock seemed to fit better and when he pulled out then pushed back in, he expertly hit all the right buttons to make Zack whimper in blissful pleasure. They rocked together, Angeal’s cock slipping in an out of Zack as their stomachs created a delicious friction against his trapped cock, and Zack though he might never come down from his high. As the music worked its way towards climax, so did Angeal and Zack, their breathy moans almost drowning out the rising trumpets.

A voice cried out, but it wasn’t from the soundtrack as Zack fist thought. It was his own, howling as his orgasm shook him from head to toe. He gripped Angeal tighter, tensing around his lover as they both peaked. Together, they rode out their orgasms, panting against each other and waves of unrivalled pleasure washed over them.

Somewhere along the line, Angeal’s fake moustache had fallen off and attached itself to Zack’s forehead, but he felt too good to care. He had got what he wanted.