Chained in the Lab

Returning Favors

Henry

A few days later, it was Henry's turn to visit with Zar. He found the incubus reclined against a wall, chains in place, a book open across his lap. He was wearing bright blue cotton pants this time, and there was another change to his appearance. Henry greeted him and settled on the ground next to him. He reached out and rubbed at Zauriel's horns, feeling the now smooth points. 

"So you and the Doc decided to clip these down?" he noted.

Zauriel hummed. Nodding would end the pleasant sensation of Henry's fingers rubbing against the freshly sanded down horn ends.

"He worried about someone getting hurt, and well, it's possible," Zauriel shrugged one shoulder. "They were getting sharper than I like. So I agreed to try it."

"You okay with the result?" Henry asked.

"Oh, yeah. It makes it much more likely I can get ya'll to pull my hair if you don't have to worry about stabbing yourselves."

Henry grinned and nodded. "Did it hurt?"

"Nah. Clipping them wasn't much fun, but eh. Sanding them down though? I think I'll request that. It's like a manicure but better. Provides this lovely sense of platonic intimacy."

"It looks good." Henry moved to scritching Zauriel's hair because he knew just how much a good scalp scritch could feel. And the guy let a group of scientists clip his horns so he wouldn't risk poking everybody, the least Henry could do was reward him with some nice scratching.

"Ah, that's the spot." Zauriel basically melted beneath Henry's touch.

Henry enjoyed the warm, lithe body curled against his chest. Zar was all whipcord muscle and smooth skin, velvet soft under his fingers. Henry trailed a hand along the curve of Zar's neck, along the shoulder. Admired the play of light and shadow on the sharply defined muscle.

"Hm?" Zar's pleasure slitted eyes glinted in his direction.

"I seem to recall," Henry said, stroking his hands lightly up and down Zar's arms, "that last time, I left you wanting."

"Only wanting more of your touch," Zauriel assured him. "Though, if you've a mind to make it up to me..." he trailed off, smile pure wicked mischief.

"Maybe I do," Henry said. "Maybe... I'd like a taste, this time."

Zauriel grinned and leaned in to press his mouth against Henry's. Henry opened his mouth to Zar and they briefly tussled around for dominance. Henry ended up pinning Zar to the wall, one hand tangled in the incubus' hair, the other pinning his arms over his head. He leaned back for a deep breath and met his friend's eyes. Zauriel smirked, eyes glittering with pure lust and delight. He tugged lightly at his wrists but frowned when Henry loosened his grip. Ah, right, he liked being bound.

Henry didn't mind playing such games.

He looped a finger through the chain dangling from one of Zar's manacles and stood so that he loomed over the incubus. Zar tilted his head, curious. Henry noticed a little hook on the wall, the kind used to hand plants and things. It wouldn't hold against someone really trying to get loose, but it should be fine for this. Most likely that's what it was for. He hooked a link from each chain onto the thing and stepped back. Zauriel made a delicious picture, kneeling there with his arms crossed lightly over his head, held in place by the shining chains.

Henry crouched in front of Zar. He noticed a slight flush to his cheeks, and that his breath was faster than it'd been.

"Like that, do you?" Henry purred, leaning forward to press a kiss to Zar's throat, just under his ear. Zauriel moaned, and Henry nipped lightly at the flesh. He could feel Zar's pulse speed up under his tongue.

Oh yeah, he liked it.

Henry kissed his way down Zar's throat, pausing to nip and suck at his collarbone. He kneaded the muscles in Zar's ribs and sides rubbed the small of his back and trailed his fingers along the waistband of his loose pants. Zar writhed under his ministrations and whined softly at the teasing touch.

"Hm. Impatient, aren't we?"

Zar shook his head and darted forward to try for another kiss. Henry let himself be caught, pressing his hands to either side of Zar's head. He breathed in Zar's intoxicating scent and kissed his way back down until he found Zar's naked chest again, and nipped lightly at one hardened n****e. Zar gasped.

He made the most alluring sounds.

Henry hooked a finger in the waistband of Zar's pants and tugged. Zar wiggled to help him tug the material aside. As Henry had expected, Zar wore nothing under the thin blue cotton. Henry took a moment to enjoy the sight of the naked man kneeling at his feet, and then rested his hands on Zar's thighs.

"I'm a bit out of practice," Henry warned.

It'd been a while since Henry last took a lover. Training as a guard had taken priority, and setting up his life on Earth had occupied all of his time. But he remembered how to please another man, for sure. Some things one never forgets.

He kissed and nibbled his way along Zar's chest, down to his stomach. He took a moment to study the other man's organ, curious. Zar was fully erect already, just from a few kisses and strokes. He was well-formed, not surprising in an incubus, but not so large Henry worried he couldn't accommodate him. In his mostly human form, anyway. Henry spared a moment to wonder what Zauriel in his full incubus form looked like. He'd have to ask to see it, later. When they were more intimate friends. Some things you don't ask of an acquaintance.

Zauriel whined impatiently, wanting more of Henry's touch. Henry grinned up at him, and gave his member a teasing kiss, brief, barely a brush of flesh to flesh. Zar gasped and mewled, struggling prettily against the chains. He could tear free, of course, or just shrug them over the hook, but that wouldn't be any fun for either of them.

Henry felt himself grow hard inside his pants at the sounds Zar made, and at the heady rush of pheromones produced by the other's body. He was suppressing his magic, a little. Henry could tell.

Henry worked his jaw a little and then opened his mouth to take Zar to the hilt, tortuously slow. He had to work to loosen his throat and not gag, but the soft panting sounds of ecstasy coming from deep in Zar's throat were worth the effort. Henry laved at Zar's p***s, massaged his balls with one free hand while the other stroked every inch of satin-smooth skin he could reach. He fell into a rhythm that had the incubus whining and begging and praising him, and kept it up until all the other could do was pant and thrust against him, incoherent with pleasure.

"I... I'm..."

Henry nodded, silent permission. Zar's back arched against the wall as he came hard, filling Henry's mouth and throat with warm, surprisingly tart seed. He swallowed and leaned back, looking up at Zar with a smirk.

"How was that?" he asked.

Zar's answer came in the form of a rush of motion, as he yanked himself free to pounce on his partner, pressing him to the floor in a deep, breath-stealing kiss. Henry melted into it as he felt Zar's hand find his organ through his pants. As excited as Henry was from the earlier play, it didn't take too long to send him crashing over the edge. He ended up cradling a panting, sated incubus against his chest.

"I think... I think I made a mess in your uniform," Zar mused.

"I have a spare," Henry said.

"Thank you for the meal," Zar said.

"Not at all. Hey. I'm gonna work on the doc, see if I can't explain to him from a human perspective how this whole contractor thing is supposed to work. If I can do that, maybe we can go out together, catch a game at the bar or, I dunno, hang out at the library."

Zauriel nodded slowly. "That would be nice." He paused. "I would like... to spend more time with you. Like this and... and just time."

"I'd like to be friends, too," Henry said, hearing the unasked question.

Zar snuggled against his chest, purring contentedly deep in his chest. Henry stroked his hair gently. He had a little while before his break was over.