Stay with me until the sun has gone away
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spira_rpIt had been a very good night.
Szayel had woken up that morning, practically humming with delight, and luxuriated in the shower. He'd dressed, and done his hair, and wore a lazy smile all the way to the kitchen, and his first cup of coffee.
He'd slept alone, of course. He wondered, while the kettle boiled, whether he should feel any remorse for that. He always took such care with virgins, prided himself on it, in fact, but it did feel slightly mean to have ejected Arc from the room once it was all over.
Not that he'd ejected him, as such. He'd praised him and his performance, given him a few pointers on the use and care of toys, and introducing kinks and other deviances to the bedroom. He'd given him a quick lesson on choosing suitable restraints, and what materials to avoid, on safety in all regards, and appropriate lubricants. Then he'd waved Arc into the shower, and then off to his own room with a flirtatious thanks.
Still, he didn't want to risk something disastrous happening, like Arc getting attached. He'd been a delightful little distraction, and a much needed respite from the extended dry spell Szayel was undergoing, but nothing more.
When the kettle clicked off Szayel made himself his first coffee of the day. He wondered if Arc would be awake yet, if he'd be feeling that sweet ache of having been fucked for the first time right now. The idea alone sent a thrill of pleasure through Szayel's spine.
With his coffee done, he sauntered down to the infirmary, and his labs at the back of them. He had progress notes for Ienzo to review and write up, and he was due a check up today to check his body wasn't doing something unfortunate. Szayel had seen a graft migrate once, or rather, he'd seen the results of a graft migrating once, because the patient's body had grown scar tissue under the implant instead of around it.
It was still too new for Ienzo to be using, just yet, but it was in, and for now, that was the important thing. Szayel wasn't about to praise Yylfordt where his idiot brother could hear him, but he had done a very good job at building the socket. It was just a pity that Szayel had been prevented, again, from saving any tissue samples from Ienzo.
He returned to the kitchen once his notes were written up, and his coffee was gone. He had coffee making facilities in his lab, of course, but staying there to make some more would get in the way of seeing how Arc was doing.
As well as get in the way of Szayel parading in front of Aizen, which he really wanted to do right now. The memory of Arc crying his name into the pillow was too sweet for Szayel to resist seeing the boy's father today. Not that he had any outright intention of saying anything, of course; knowing would be enough.
Szayel had woken up that morning, practically humming with delight, and luxuriated in the shower. He'd dressed, and done his hair, and wore a lazy smile all the way to the kitchen, and his first cup of coffee.
He'd slept alone, of course. He wondered, while the kettle boiled, whether he should feel any remorse for that. He always took such care with virgins, prided himself on it, in fact, but it did feel slightly mean to have ejected Arc from the room once it was all over.
Not that he'd ejected him, as such. He'd praised him and his performance, given him a few pointers on the use and care of toys, and introducing kinks and other deviances to the bedroom. He'd given him a quick lesson on choosing suitable restraints, and what materials to avoid, on safety in all regards, and appropriate lubricants. Then he'd waved Arc into the shower, and then off to his own room with a flirtatious thanks.
Still, he didn't want to risk something disastrous happening, like Arc getting attached. He'd been a delightful little distraction, and a much needed respite from the extended dry spell Szayel was undergoing, but nothing more.
When the kettle clicked off Szayel made himself his first coffee of the day. He wondered if Arc would be awake yet, if he'd be feeling that sweet ache of having been fucked for the first time right now. The idea alone sent a thrill of pleasure through Szayel's spine.
With his coffee done, he sauntered down to the infirmary, and his labs at the back of them. He had progress notes for Ienzo to review and write up, and he was due a check up today to check his body wasn't doing something unfortunate. Szayel had seen a graft migrate once, or rather, he'd seen the results of a graft migrating once, because the patient's body had grown scar tissue under the implant instead of around it.
It was still too new for Ienzo to be using, just yet, but it was in, and for now, that was the important thing. Szayel wasn't about to praise Yylfordt where his idiot brother could hear him, but he had done a very good job at building the socket. It was just a pity that Szayel had been prevented, again, from saving any tissue samples from Ienzo.
He returned to the kitchen once his notes were written up, and his coffee was gone. He had coffee making facilities in his lab, of course, but staying there to make some more would get in the way of seeing how Arc was doing.
As well as get in the way of Szayel parading in front of Aizen, which he really wanted to do right now. The memory of Arc crying his name into the pillow was too sweet for Szayel to resist seeing the boy's father today. Not that he had any outright intention of saying anything, of course; knowing would be enough.
