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“I’m still not sure why you want to do this.”
“Adri gave me her equipment to practice. I’ve been practicing on the silicone ears so much, they look like Swiss cheese.” Angel joked flatly. “Plus, it would be nice to stab you for a change.”
“When have I—“ Lee stopped. “Oh.”
“For eight weeks, mind you.”
“Right.”
Lee laid his head back onto the pillow of his couch, staring up at the ceiling as if it were going to change. Distantly, he could hear Angel setting up their “station” beside him on their coffee table. A small shuffle of papers, the sounds of plastic bags being opened and hand sanitizer pumps. Internally, Lee was grateful that Adri taught Angel to use proper sanitation techniques.
(Or maybe she didn’t, and Angel just had the wherewithal to know to be safe and sanitary. Either way, he didn’t mind.)
“Do you know how piercings work?” Angel asked, and Lee turned his head to look at them. They were surprisingly in their element.
“Yes. Adri has explained them to me before.” He hadn’t listened too much to her ramble about the different gauges and blown out ears— he never found himself interested in piercings, anyways. But Angel was interested in piercings now, and that meant Lee was, too.
Angel snapped a pair of nitrile gloves on, adjusting them slightly so they fit their hands better.
(Their hands are so small, Lee thought. I wonder how big they would be compared to my own— )
“Alright, look over to your…” Angel looked at Lee, then made two L’s with their fingers, analyzing them carefully. “… Right. No, wait— left. Wait… no, I was right, right.”
Lee muffled a chuckle over how silly they sounded, but turned his head to his right nonetheless. He was left staring at the couch pillow.
“Now, I’m gonna touch your ear a bit…” Angel warned, and Lee hummed in acknowledgement.. Angel touching his ear sounded nice. Like a massage, but with Angel’s hands. Was he allowed to think about that? About their hands gently massaging his lower back, which always managed to hurt because of the bad chairs his work provided? Was he allowed to think of them touching him after a long day, rubbing the knots out of his shoulders with the delicate touch of a spouse? Was he–
Any thoughts Lee might have had in that moment were cut short as faux latex softly melted into his ear.
Lee’s face flushed. He held back every urge he had in his body to let out a whimper, a moan, something. Were ears supposed to be this sensitive? No, right? No books ever talked about ears as an erogenous zone– it was always the nipples and genitalia. Since when was his body this reactive, anyways?
(It’s Angel , Lee thought. Their soft touch is the only sensation I need. The only sensation I will ever need again. )
Angel continued to thumb around the surprisingly sensitive region, gently tugging on certain areas and pinching softly on his lobe.
“I’ll make a mark on here with a marker,” Angel explained to Lee, who was trying his best to listen. “Then I’ll have you look in the mirror, and tell me how you think it looks. Okay?”
“Okay,” Lee responded, hoping that his voice didn’t sound as nervous (and confusingly aroused) he felt.
The process was quiet. Angel made a few measurements with their fingers, and eventually pushed a dot onto Lee’s ear.
“Alright,” Angel leaned over and handed Lee a mirror so that he could check the positioning.
All Lee could see in his reflection was the blush in his cheeks.
“It looks good,” he agreed, handing the mirror back. He didn’t really care about how it looked on him. If Angel thought it looked good, it looked good.
“Alright then. Lean back again, and shut your eyes if you’re squeamish.” Angel thought for a moment. “Though, I guess there’s no reason to tell you that.”
“I hope I’m not squeamish,” Lee joked flatly. Angel gave a chuckle in response, which made him smile.
“Alright, deep breath in, Lee.” Angel instructed, moving and holding the ear delicately. Lee did as he was told. “Aaaand out.”
Lee let the air out of his lungs, the needle piercing his skin at the same time. There was a dull feeling of something going through his ear lobe, and then a strange head rush as his body began to fight back against this strange sensation.
“Okay, hold still. That’s just the needle, I still have to put the stud in.” Angel reminded Lee. Lee wasn’t sure if he could move anyways. He felt light headed, but in a very pleasant way.
Was this what being drunk was like? Or high? He had never even considered taking substances before this moment. This feeling was addictive, the dulling of his senses matched with the subtle pain that kept him grounded. His eyes drooped, blinking slowly as Angel mumbled something unintelligible, and Lee grunted in agreement. He had no idea what was said, but it didn’t matter, it was Angel.
There was a slight pressure in his ear, then a few more, then there was nothing.
“Alright.” Angel snapped the gloves off of their hands, then handed the mirror to Lee. “What do you think?”
Lee took the mirror with slightly unstable hands, finally able to see the fruits of Angel’s labors. There was a dark blue stud poked snugly in his left ear. The positioning was good, Lee thought. All of Angel’s practice must have paid off.
“It looks nice.” Lee smiled, though his body still felt strange. Fuzzy. Flustered.
“Thanks. I agree.” Angel gave Lee a small wink, taking the handheld mirror back. “I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you, but wash it with saline, don’t touch it otherwise, don’t take it out for at least 6 months… blah.” Angel rolled their eyes. “I shouldn’t be the one telling the nurse how to care for a wound.”
“A refresher is always appreciated.” Lee leaned his head back, letting his mind drift for once. The throbbing pain in his ear had subsided somewhat, his body relishing in the pleasant sensation in his head. Floating, drifting.
“Right, well, if you ever–” Angel stopped for a moment, suddenly silent. “... Oh.”
Lee wasn’t sure what was wrong. He opened his eyes, trying to look at where Angel was looking. Was something wrong? Did he do something?
“You really liked that piercing, huh?” Angel joked, as Lee finally clicked together what Angel was looking at.
There was an evident tent in his pants.
Lee was hard.
Lee’s body shot into humiliation overdrive, eyes widening as his mind finally let him process a complex thought. He was hard. He was hard from Angel touching him– on his ear, nonetheless. Not even somewhere normal. No, he was hard because Angel stabbed him in the ear–
“I.” Lee stammered. “Um.”
“Are you a masochist, Lee?”
“A what?” Lee questioned. “A maso–? No, no. I– I believe my my mind may have mixed up a few signals during the piercing proce–”
Lee was cut off as Angel placed a hand on his stomach, looking at him expectantly.
“Can I pull it out?”
“–What? ” Lee choked on his words, coughing into his fist to cover up his voice cracking.
“Is that a no?”
“No. No. I mean– yes, you– that is, if you would– if you are so inclined as to want that,” Lee stumbled over his words, internally cursing himself for sounding like such an inexperienced virgin.
(Despite that being what he is.)
Angel smiled in response, slowly unzipping Lee’s pants and letting his boxers breathe. They pulled down the front, watching Lee’s cock spring upwards, now fully erect.
“Whoa,” Angel admired, staring at the man with a smile. “You’re big.”
“The average male penile length is about 5.1 to 5.5 inches erect,” Lee stuttered in a panic. “M-mine falls into the average range of length, but is slightly above average in circumference.”
“Oh, so you’ve measured it?” Angel joked, looking directly into Lee’s eyes, reading his mannerisms like a book. Lee instinctively looked away.
“I b-believe the average male finds great interest, and in some cases, pride in finding how his genitalia measures up against the average world populus–”
“I like it.” Angel said casually. Lee’s hands were stuck at his sides, clutching the couch cushions like his life depended on it. “Can I touch it?”
“Please,” Lee whimpered, unable to hold back his natural urges anymore.
Angel smiled in response, holding their hand out and softly poking it. Lee shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut so he wouldn’t immediately finish once Angel fully held him.
“Wow, you’re twitching,” Angel mentioned as they wrapped their hand around the base of his shaft. Lee nodded in response, to which Angel chuckled.
“Are you afraid you’ll make noises or something?” They questioned, slowly beginning to move their hand up the man’s cock. Lee nodded again, breathing heavily through his nose to stop from sounding like a pathetic dog. “Don’t worry about that. I like when you make noise.”
Something inside Lee jolted as his eyes flicked open, and Angel let out a gasp.
“Oh my– you’re dripping.” Angel was smiling wider and wider, eyes shining like they had found a new toy to play with. Lee’s breath quivered, trying to regain his composure.
“P-Pre-ejaculate is a sign that the penis is preparing for ejaculation, produced by the Cowper’s gland as a means of lubricating both the urethra and the– Haaaahh.” Lee’s ramble was cut off with a moan when Angel licked the slit of his tip, tasting the substance. A shudder rolled through Lee’s body as he twitched and held back every urge to just cum in that moment.
“Ah,” Angel shook their head. “It tastes bad.”
“I-I’m sorry.” Lee apologized on instinct.
“It’s fine,” Angel shook their head. “I’ll just have you buy more pineapple next time you’re at the store.”
Lee nodded, not really thinking too much on the implications that Angel wanted to suck him off, so much that they would go out of their way as to change his diet so they could swallow him easier–
“You’re really cute when you’re focused.” Angel smiled as they continued the pattern of gently stroking Lee. “Are you trying to focus on not cumming?”
Lee jolted slightly, letting out a soft whimper in agreement.
“Aw. That’s okay.” Angel chided. “I want you to cum.”
Lee’s breath hitched, opening one eye and looking down to what Angel was doing.
Their hands cupped him so perfectly. The way their hand touched him was soft, pumping him as if they were trying to tease him. It was working, Lee was making noises he didn’t even know he could produce. His voice cracked and breath shuddered, watching with rapt attention as the fingers stroked him up and down, up and down.
A familiar tightness began to well up in his stomach as his voice reached higher.
“Oh? Are you getting close?” Angel teased. “Good. Go ahead and cum for me, ‘kay?”
Lee had no ability to object.
His body twitched and spasmed as he finally reached his peak, a series of pathetic moans and ‘Thank you’s falling out of his mouth at such rapid speed that Angel didn’t even understand half of it. He shot his load all over Angel’s hand, spurting ribbons of thick cum that coated their fingers.
After a few seconds of his blissful high, Lee finally opened his eyes to see Angel wiping their hands clean.
For once, he had almost no words.
“Thank you,” he repeated again, his voice softer with a twinge of embarrassment. “You did not have to do that.”
“I know I didn’t.” They said simply, looking back at him with a coy grin. “I wanted to.”
Lee’s face flushed once more, staring at Angel’s face with reddened cheeks.
“Don’t get hard again. I just washed my hands off,” Angel mentioned lightheartedly.
“I will do my best not to,” Lee answered as he stuffed his already forming half-chub back into his boxers.
He’ll always do his best to follow Angel’s wishes… even if it is extremely hard.