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The Henry Higgins of Deniz Öztürk’s Sex Noises
Ahem. I wrote something. And it's vaguely porny. And I'm posting it. *runs to puke*
Title: The Henry Higgins of Deniz Öztürk’s Sex Noises.
Author: ![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
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Fandom/Character(s)/Pairing(s): Alles was zählt; Deniz/Roman
Summary: It pretty much does what is says on the tin. AKA, Deniz is noisy in bed. Set sometime late DeRo 1.0/early in the Dark Years I imagine, not because it’s a specific scene but because I think the balance of the relationship that emerged in this fits well with the end of DeRo 1.0.
Word Count: 750 words
Disclaimer: Don’t own the characters blah blah blah. Also not in anyway related to My Fair Lady.
Author's Notes: Thanks to geekchick1012 for beta-ing. She is all kinds of divine (see lilithilien's The Lonely Rentboy for proof and generally massive lols).
It was the sounds he made that always left Deniz so exposed.
It was the one thing Roman knew he would never doubt about him, and it filled Roman with a sense of power he rarely otherwise felt. Most times he was trying desperately to read Deniz; to get behind the insouciant expression and expose the nerve endings. What is he feeling? What is he thinking? It tickled Roman to realise that he trusted Deniz the most when he was most incoherent; when the sounds were so unconscious and so uninhibited that interpretation was unnecessary.
The range of noises Deniz produced were vast, and yet Roman had them catalogued in his mind, like the most intricately graded colour scheme. Some sounds were specific to certain actions: the purring as Roman nuzzled behind his ear and down his neck, the growl as he reached his nipple. The helpless half-sigh as his hand slid down Deniz’s back, over his buttocks, cupping and hoisting them gently upwards.
Then there was the keening, inward breath whenever Roman bent towards Deniz’s cock and teased the tip with his tongue, and the rumble of relief made solely of the consonants n, h, and g, when Roman finally clamped down on him with his whole mouth.
Terse breaths followed Roman’s rhythmic progress up, and around his cock. Deniz worked to hold back his climax with what could have passed for a hum of concentration except that it came from vibrations through his whole body.
Later, Roman loves the cry of wanton, fitful pleasure when he enters Deniz, a cry that breaks in the middle so it’s almost a sob.
And sometimes, when it’s really working, when Roman couldn’t be filling Deniz more fully, the howl that somehow echoes out of Deniz shatters his heart. It’s more than a moan, it’s wild and guttural; like being winded, a desperate gasp for air when there is none. It is a sound that has no awareness; it is only for Roman because Deniz doesn’t know he is making it, if it even reaches his ears. Roman has often held out on his own orgasm, waiting for Deniz’s unwitting capitulation, knowing it will push him over the edge himself, feeling the command and certainty flood him.
It is at these times that Roman believes in himself fully. The sounds Deniz makes could be universally understood but Roman trusts, however fleetingly, as he hears them, that no one else could elicit them from Deniz in this way. It is a simple knowledge that he loves Deniz in such detail, with such attention; he cannot believe anyone else is capable of applying themselves in the same way.
No one else would know to listen for the hiss on Deniz’s teeth while they kissed teasingly as the sign that Deniz had just become aware of his erection stirring.
Who else would know, just from the timbre of Deniz’s voice murmuring caresses into his skin, exactly how close he was to climaxing?
Who else could follow the sounds so carefully, so strategically?
Roman learnt these things himself, it’s true; but he can’t believe that any other person would learn Deniz with the dedication and skill that he has. He knows that he will never be this attentive with anyone else again. The minutiae of Deniz’s reverberating body has been engraved in his mind and, were he sleeping with anyone else, he knows that his mind would automatically link any sound to Deniz’s corresponding one mapped in his head. Deniz is the template, the cast. Everything that follows will be made out of this.
This is how he knows that Deniz will never be touched, be known, in the same way by anyone else. Do other people even think like this? Roman certainly hasn’t before. Who indexes someone else’s sounds in this way? He’s the fucking Henry Higgins of Deniz Öztürk’s sex noises.
Something about Deniz’s utter surrender during sex has compelled Roman to study him in this way, to make himself as responsive to Deniz’s desire as possible; to the point where Roman feels like the sound originates in him, his action facilitating a specific gasp or pant. Each whimper confirms Roman’s power and ensures that Deniz will yield again.
But the submission, while total, is not permanent. Deniz will always fight back, allowing Roman mastery only for a moment, leaving Roman to quail at the thought of losing him and what it would cost him now that he’s allowed himself to go so far.
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And the obsessive thoughts that Roman has are so Roman, at least in that period of their relationship. Yes, I think setting it there is good timing, when he had those kinds of insecurities and that need to be possessive and at least pretend that he had some kind of claim. And that adds a layer of poignancy to this that I really like, because it's not just a carefree cataloguing of their encounters but something less sure, maybe more precious, maybe just less permanent. And that certainty that nothing good is going to last is so right for this character.
I'm so glad that you realised that you were ready for this. May I grope you shameless now?
One tiny beta thing, if you don't mind me saying - Deniz's last name isn't Ozturk, it's Öztürk (or Anglicised as Oeztuerk).
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Please grope me anytime from now until I am completely shameless.
And thanks for the little tip I will try and adjust it!
I'm just relieved not to have sent you further into pornless oblivion. Thanks for risking it!
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This story makes me soo jealous in many ways (- but it's a friendly jealousy in that I'm so happy to be able to enjoy it, not a resentful envy that makes me want to stab someone with my skate blades -)
- of Deniz to have someone like Roman
- of Roman to have someone like Deniz
- of you who's able to find words for those feelings and sounds and make my heart tingle.
And the end - foreshadowing the end of DeRo1.0 makes it even more powerful. Yes it's porny, but not PWP. I'll call it PWI (PrOn With Issues).
FJSDEFNVORUEVNJFZDSJLPDS (because I can't find any more words to describe how much I love this.)
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But really, thank you for this comment. I made your heart tingle! Weeeeeeeee. *is proud* Also PWI for the win!
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Oh no no no, that's not what I meant!! I was just hinting on some envious skater... I'm just admiring.
Don't be nervous or anxious! Maybe writing some more will calm you down?
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PWI for the win! <3333333333333
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Thanks so much! <333333333
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This is simply gorgeous, I'm so happy you're sharing it! I LOVE the careful cataloguing of the noises with all those exquisite descriptions. It's hot and beautifully written and the character insights just tug at my heart - both Deniz's tendency to be honest only when he's not actually talking (or really very conscious), and Roman's obsessive listing and categorising and analysing, all wrapped up in his own insecurities.
Utterly beautiful! <33333333333333333333333
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But Yay! You liked it. I'm so happy. *cuddles you and swings you in circles in the air*
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I do hope you're less anxious about posting and that we get more fic from you in the future! <333
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*squishes you*
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I'd love to read more. *hint hint*
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