Page 87 of How Not to Date an Angel

“It’s—” they began, cut off with another shiver of electric delight.

“I know, I know,” Julian said, kissing them again and again. “It’s okay. Come on. Just let go,” Julian said, so softly it made Rami’s heart pound.

They moaned into Julian’s mouth, felt their cock pulse in Julian’s fist. Their lower back tightened, stomach tensing, and—

Release. A wave crashing. Fireworks exploding. White light.

None of the ways their books had described orgasms came even close to what Rami felt, burying their head into Julian’s shoulder, gripping him tight.

His strokes slowed as Rami spilled over his fist, and they wanted to look but couldn’t quite work up the courage, letting the waves of pleasure wash over them.

Rami went limp, not realizing how tense they’d been until they relaxed, their fist easing its grip on Julian’s clothes, untangling from the dark strands of his hair.

“Sor—”

They didn’t even get a chance to finish their apology before Julian was kissing them again.

The sound they let out was muffled, and their tongues twined again as Julian’s hand finally released their cock. He laid his palm on Rami’s thigh once more before squeezing.

When he pulled back, his gaze was dark and half-lidded, eyes dancing over Rami’s expression.

“How was that?”

Rami swallowed. “I can safely say I never experiencedthatby myself,” they said.

Julian grinned, and it was positively calamitous.

He’s so handsome.

Their lips curled at the thought, the ease with which it came, the way it settled, and they… let it.

“Glad I could help,” Julian said, eyes twinkling.

Rami really did release him this time, clearing their throat, their blush making a return.

“Don’t get shy on me now,” Julian teased.

Rami rolled their eyes, and suddenly, viscerally, remembered Julian’s own orgasm.

“Oh!” they said, and sat up a bit, uncaring where the bubbles ended up. “Did you—“

“Don’t worry about it—I, ah, managed.”

Awe filled them, pulling their lips into a slow smile. “Without even touching yourself?”

“Don’t sound so surprised,” Julian said. “You were quite the spectacle.”

“Oh,” Rami breathed. “Well, thank you, I think.”

Julian snorted a little laugh, and brushed his dry hand through Rami’s hair. “It was definitely a compliment. Now,” he said, and leaned back. “Why don’t I leave you to get actually cleaned up, and I’ll be waiting.”

“Okay,” Rami agreed.

They tried not to stare, but Julian was just sosmoothwith the way he stood, shifting so Rami couldn’t quite see him tuck himself away.

And then he gathered the box and the wine glasses and slipped out the door with a wink.

Rami collapsed against the back of the tub with a sigh, unstopping the tub with their toes.

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