Goodbye, Ciro (Coilean and Ciro)

Ciro stood by the work-surfaces of the kitchen, cutting up a pizza and arranging it carefully on a plate. He couldn't cook to save his life, but he could make it look like he had tried. On the other hand, after having lived together for over a month now, Coilean probably wouldn't buy that he had made it himself.

He was well and truly the exception to the rule that Italians were good cooks. Anything he made was usually toxic waste.

He heard the door close and looked up.

"Oh, hi."

Coilean hadn't been around for a few days. Ciro had started to wonder whether he was actually coming back.

It hadn't taken long to change clothes and slip out of the bedroom window after Belial had bought him back here.

And now all he had to do was walk in through the front door like any other day.

Just like any other day.

His plans to act completely normal imploded as he stalked forwards, grasping Ciro's face and leaning down to kiss him heatedly, pressing his body to the Human's.

He froze in surprise as Coilean grabbed him, arms flailing out. What the hell? Yeah, they were normally fairly...well, horny, but it normally had some sort of a build-up. Like, walk in, say hello, have a beer, eat pizza, announce that horny, fall into bed together.

Not just grabbing as soon as he got home.

After he had recovered from his shock, he kissed him back, if a little confusedly, pulling away for a moment.

"What the fuck, Coilean? I mean, it's nice that you're happy to see me and all, but... what the fuck?"

He bowed his head, resting his forehead against Ciro's as he pulled the human closer.

How could he tell the human that he was leaving? That he couldn't stay here any more. Tomorrow Coilean would just be a distant memory. Someone that lived in his house once upon a time.

The Lycan groaned softly, pressing his hips closer to Ciro's.

He'd tell him later. Right now he wanted to be as close to Ciro as he possibly could.

His hands gripped the humans thighs, hoisting him up so his legs were curled around his waist, pressing his back against the fridge.

Right now all he wanted to do was fuck Ciro. After that they could talk.

"You're not going to tell me?"

Ciro sighed and pressed his lips to Coilean's again, dropping the subject. He had almost guessed what it was about anyway. Coilean was going to have to leave at some point, and it seemed that it was now.

As much as he usually grumbled at the man, he didn't want him to leave. It was strange how attached he had got to a man who ate his food and slept on the couch, hogging the TV remote.

He moaned softly as Coilean's hips pressed up against his, grinding slowly against him. Enough thinking. Enough thinking for now.

He didn't want to think any more.

"Not now."

Definitely not now. Now wasn't the time for spilling his heart to the human.

Right now all he wanted to do was fuck Ciro on ever flat surface he could. But first he wanted a little show.

He stepped back, disentangling Ciro from him so he stood leaning back on the fridge while Coilean stood facing him a few feet away.

"Strip for me," he purred lowly.

"Ok."

He slipped his shirt off his shoulders slowly, the fabric pooling on the floor by his ankles. Shaky hands fumbled with the button and zipper of his trousers, peeling them off his hips, shortly to be joined by his boxers.

It felt weird to be doing a striptease when something was so obviously wrong, but he tried to ignore it.

Coilean didn't want to talk, and neither did he. It was best to just do as he said.

Coilean arched a brow.

"Come on, now, you can be sexier than that."

He wanted a strip tease, not a half arsed, pulling clothes off and tossing them aside. His lips quirked as he ran his hands over his black shirt and down over his jean-clad thighs slowly.

"Stripteases are supposed to be sexy," he breathed, hands running up over his thighs, passing over the slight bulge in his jeans before slipping under his shirt, revealing a sliver of tanned skin to the human.

"They're supposed to leave you hot and bothered."

He gulped, feeling his mouth go dry as he watched Coilean, leaning back on the fridge as his eyes trailed over the man's slowly revealed body.

Yes, he needed this. To be taken away from any kind of rational or emotional thought he was having right now.

He wanted nothing more than to walk over there and take Coilean's clothes off himself, but at the same time, he was enjoying the show. The teasing was fantastic.

He nodded at Coileans words, eyes locked in on the tiny sliver of revealed skin.

Kids just didnt know the arts of sensual dance like older people did.

Coilean had spent thousands of years visiting brothels and indulging in all manners of perversions. He could strip tease with the best of them.

"Is this making you hot and bothered, Ciro?" he purred lowly as his hands slid up his chest to finger the top buttons of his shirt.

With a little coaxing, the top button came undone and more of his skin was revealed. The amount of skin was minimal. Ciro had see him lounging around in less almost every day they had been together.

But it was the way he executed the little tease that would get the man hot and bothered.

"Touch yourself for me. Show me how hot and bothered you are."

He couldn't help an inadvertent moan slipping from his lips as another button was loosened. A hand slipped down his stomach to grasp himself, letting out a shaky breath as his hand curled around his arousal.

He pumped himself slowly, thumb swirling over the slit of his arousal as he watched Coilean intently, tongue darting over his lips.

There was nothing more sensual than watching and being watched, and he felt the warm flood of arousal wash over him as his eyes locked in on Coilean and he felt Coilean's eyes on him.

He groaned quietly, hand picking up pace as the fingers of his other hand traced fleetingly over his balls, teasing himself.

His lips curled into a little smirk and he purred as the human began pumping himself teasingly.

"Dont watch me, watch my body. Watch as its revealed just for you, little by little," he breathed softly as he pulled open another button.

His hips began to sway slowly as he pushed his long hair over his shoulders. It swayed and bounced with the movement, settling at his thighs as his fingers trailed over the black material of his shirt again.

He was going to enjoy every moment of teasing the man.

He wandered across the room to sit in a chair, eyes not once leaving Coilean's swaying body.

His hand slipped down his body again to grasp himself again, a shaky breath slipping from his lips as he started to pump himself again, gulping wetly as his eyes locked in on the main's hips.

Though he did appreciate the show, Coilean was taking too long. He wanted to touch him, for Coilean to fuck him.