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Angel’s got his lips sealed around the head and he’s working the base of my cock with one hand. The other one is between his legs, and I don’t have to guess to know what it’s doing down there.

He sucks and sucks, tongue swirling and dipping. My balls are drawn up so tight, they might end up inside my body.

I’m going to come. There’s no helping it. Even if he stopped now, dropping me and stepping away, I’d still come. I’m too close to the edge. I can’t pull back.

“Angel!” I push at his head, but he lets out a stubborn grunt and sucks even harder. “Angel, I’m going to come! Fuck, I can’t hold it back anymore. Fuck! Fuck! Angel!”

My orgasm starts deep in my groin, rocketing through me and destroying everything in its path. My body folds in on itself and I curl around Angel’s head, holding him in my lap.

I erupt directly into Angel’s mouth, but he doesn’t pull off, doesn’t even flinch. There’s no hesitation before he starts swallowing it down. Every spurt, every gush, every single drop. He takes it all and greedily eats it up.

Goddamn. Jesus Christ. Lord Almighty.

I collapse back onto the bed, still quivering from the orgasm. My skin is electrified, with sparks dancing along the surface. My hole twitches, wanting to be filled despite how wrung out I already am. I want his cum inside me, the way my cum is inside him.

The bed dips as Angel joins me on it. He props himself up on an elbow and gazes down at me. The gold chain dangles from his neck and the crucifix is warm where it touches my shoulder. He looks worried. “Was it okay?”

I chuckle, or at least try to. I can’t manage any more than a couple huffs. “It was more than okay.”

My hand floats up and he catches it, bringing my palm to his mouth. He plants a kiss on it, then I reach around to the back of his neck. I pull him down to me for a kiss. Lazy and slow. I lick between his lips, tasting myself on him, and even though I’m spent, my dick stirs.

I can’t believe he swallowed. But I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. He’s scooped up my cum and eaten it more than once—completely unprompted. Makes sense that he’d want to drink it from the source. Goddamn. It’s so hot, I can’t even. My Angel, my shy, cuddly teddy bear, seems to have developed a taste for my cum.

“Give me a second and we can go again,” I say.

He’s still hard, hot to the touch and leaking. When I grab his cock with my free hand, he thrusts into my fist with a whimpering gasp. I stroke him, light and easy, keeping him primed as I catch my breath.

As the daze of my orgasm clears, I push Angel onto his back, bracketing his body with my hands and knees. He gazes up at me, so open and trusting. I can read every emotion as they flash across his face. Excitement, a touch of nerves, desire. But more than any of that is wonder, awe, reverence. It’s not the first time he’s looked at me like that. And god, what I wouldn’t give to have him look at me like that every single fucking day for the rest of my life.

Mentally, I pull back. Nothing good lies in that direction. Just focus on now, on this moment. Enjoy what we have today and don’t think too much about tomorrow.

I lean to the side to grab my bottle of lube and a strip of The Camboy Network branded condoms. I hold the condoms up.

“I haven’t been with anyone since our shoot,” I say to Angel with a question in my eyes.

He shakes his head. “Neither have I.”

“So?” I dangle the condoms over the edge of the bed.

Angel nods and I drop them to the floor.

Impatient, I squeeze out a dollop of lube onto my fingers and hiss at the cold when I reach back to prep myself. But before I can get even the tip of one finger inside, Angel stops me.

“Can I watch?” he asks, shyly, as if he thinks I’ll say no.

Pfft. As if. Of course I want Angel to watch. I climb off him and flop down onto my back, then lift my legs into a V that perfectly frames my body. Angel scrambles into position in front of me, kneeling, eyes glued to my hole.

Slowly, I probe myself with one finger, then bear down so it slips inside.

Angel gasps, mouth hanging open.

I sink my finger in as far as it’ll go before pulling it all the way out. In. Then out. Slowly at first, then faster. The lube squelches and a visible shudder runs through Angel.

I add another finger, stretching myself easily. My muscles relax into the familiar invasion.

Lying on my stomach, my dick is well on its way to fully hard again. But it isn’t the fingerfucking that’s making it grow. It’s the expression on Angel’s face. The rapt attention and unabashed eagerness.

He reaches out, almost like he’s in a trance, and touches me, right where my fingers disappear into my body. It’s just a single finger, a tiny spot of contact, but it sends heat coursing through me.

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