Page 144 of How Not to Date an Angel

Shivers broke out from their touch, and Julian arched into it, curling his legs around Rami’s waist. “Very much so.”

Rami leaned down, and as they did so, their tentacle pressed into Julian’s cock, both squished between their stomachs as they kissed.

Julian groaned at the sensation of the slick tentacle against him, the suckers latching onto him.

He jolted against Rami, who smirked into the kiss—devious bastard—and pulled away to glance down at him. “Think you can be patient enough for me to open you up?”

Julian nodded, rocking against them, breath catching.

Rami dropped another kiss to his lips before moving, shifting down his body and dragging their lips along Julian’s skin, nipping teasingly at his throat and shoulder before continuing down to his chest.

They curved their lips around his nipple, and were only satisfied once they chased shivers over his skin and it was beaded on their tongue. Julian’s hands were tight in their hair, but were forced to release them once they sat up.

Julian dropped his legs from their waist and made room for them, tilting his hips up, eager and impatient, just like they’d said.

Rami stroked themself, the tentacle curling around their hand, leaving a shiny residue behind.

Julian couldn’t contain the needy noise that escaped, cock pulsing against his belly, a bead welling at the tip.

“I know, dear,” Rami said softly, and then readjusted. The pet name hit him like a brick and Julian melted beneath them, even as disappointment filled him from the distance between them.

But then Rami was leaning down and their breath was hot on Julian’s cock and—

He moaned as their lips wrapped around him, and at the same time a finger, smooth and sure and experienced at this point, pressed against his ass.

Julian focused on his breath, and gripped the sheets tight as pleasure ravaged him.

“Rami,” Julian whined, but he kept his hips pressed to the bed like he was supposed to.

Don’t rush,he reminded himself.

Rami’s answer was to swallow him deeper, tongue pressing to the underside as his slick finger moved inside him.

Julian threaded his hands back through Rami’s silver hair, tangling the strands and gripping tight, because he’d learned these past few months that Rami didn’t mind a tug, either.

They hummed around Julian, and he cursed, biting down on his lip and scratching lovingly at Rami’s scalp.

It was so good it was a blur, Rami adding a second and a third finger, and pulling off Julian just when he shouted a warning that he was close, so close—

He slumped back to the bed, breathless as Rami finally settled between his legs.

“I need to see this,” Julian said, voice wobbly as he pressed up into his forearms, tilting his head down to watch the tentacle— “Oh fuck,” he panted as he felt the slick tip of it brush against him.

“My sentiment exactly,” Rami said, voice rough from taking Julian so deep. Just the reminder of it sent another spiral of warmth through him.

He tilted his hips eagerly, the tentacle catching and slipping past his hole. It was tapered, thinner at the tip and thickening to the base. Rami’s hands circled his hips and held him still. “Patience,” they reminded him.

“I know, I know,” Julian said, hand gripping the bedclothes tightly.

Rami arched a brow, and Julian forced himself to settle down. “I am—I’m patient,” he lied.

But Rami must have been just as eager, because they let it slide, and the tentacle was pressing, pressing—

Julian shuddered as the thin tip entered him, no thicker than a single finger when he’d had just three inside him, but the texture was new and different andso fucking good.

He let himself collapse to the bed, and laid a palm against the side of Rami’s thigh, fingers sinking in, holding on.

“That’s… new,” Julian mumbled, mouth falling open as Rami slid deeper.

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