Page 93 of How Not to Date an Angel

Sure, Julian could have magicked it away, but this was more personal, more fun. More tantalizing, to strip Rami himself, to bare all their skin.

They were pale and lovely, unblemished, chills rushing in a wave over their skin, beading their nipples.

He dared to stroke a thumb over one. “You always have these?” he asked.

Rami shook their head. “Angels have no need for breasts. Or nipples.”

Julian arched a brow, stroking a hand over their flat pec. “Would you ever try breasts?”

Rami’s cheeks glowed red at the thought. “Maybe one day. For now, one thing at a time.”

Julian’s blink was slow, as if he was imagining, and then he lowered his lips back to their skin, starting at their hip this time.

A choked noise was cut off before it could be born, and Julian smiled against their skin, nipping once before continuing north. Over their stomach, between their pecs, and up to their collarbones.

Rami’s hands were framed on Julian’s hips, their grip tightening with each press of his lips.

Julian hummed, lifting his gaze, mouth hovering over Rami’s chest. “Want to find out if yours are sensitive?” Julian asked.

Rami’s cheeks were flushed, and they nodded, apparently unable to produce more of a sound.

I did that to them.

Julian defied the urge to grind into them, not wanting to push them too far too fast, and instead shifted his hips away as he lowered his mouth.

A brush of his lips over the peak sent more chills down Rami’s spine. They shivered beneath him.

Their hands squeezed tighter around Julian’s hips, and they repeated the action just so he could feel all ten fingers biting into his skin.

When he closed his lips around the peak to suck, it pulled a gasp from them. He flicked his tongue over it next, until Rami was positively shaking beneath him.

“I think it’s safe to say they’re sensitive,” Rami breathed a moment later.

Julian lifted up with an obscene pop. “You think?” he teased, pressing a kiss to their sternum to soften the blow.

“I’m not one to rush things, usually. However—”

“You want me to hurry up?” Julian asked, attempting and failing to resist the smirk on his lips.

“Oh, don’t look so proud of yourself,” Rami drawled, and gripped his hips snugly. “You think I can’t tell how this excites you, too?”

Julian swallowed, the smirk slipping away under the darkening gaze of the angel.

“Are you excited, too, then?” Julian asked, pressing his hands into the bed to slide down Rami’s body.

He slipped his hands beneath the waistband of their plaid pants and underwear, waiting for their nod before Julian tugged them down.

He didn’t bother trying to avoid any of the awkwardness of having to straddle one thigh and then the other as he wiggled their pants down.

They both chuckled at the antics, relieved when Julian shoved them off their feet and let the fabric slip to the floor.

Julian sobered as he caught a glimpse of them, all silvery hair and glistening pink, shiny and flushed.

“Killing me, Feathers,” Julian whispered.

He settled back between their spread thighs, and the moment turned into something serious once again.

Julian was hard, pressing into the bed beneath him. Splaying his hands across the tops of their thighs, he squeezed. He loved how their flesh spilled around his fingers, and wondered if it would be inappropriate to leave bruises.

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