Page 100 of How Not to Date an Angel

Julian hummed, lips buzzing against Rami’s neck, ticklish. “Hmm. Well, what local events are going on?”

Rami tugged out their phone and went to the town’s group on a social media app before handing it to Julian. “You know, you could go anywhere in the world and see things. The Eiffel Tower, Niagara Falls. I’m sure all of that would be much more entertaining than whatever we find on here.”

“But you’re right here,” Julian pointed out.

Rami’s breath caught, and their heart gave a fateful thump. They continued pouring the coffee, and sat the kettle aside before doctoring Julian’s coffee appropriately.

“Ooh, look at this, Feathers,” Julian said, and held the phone out to them, oblivious to the too-big feelings he inspired in them.

They read the screen and arched a brow. “You want to go to a pride event at this bar?”

“Yeah, why not? There’s going to be drag!”

Rami wouldn’t mind indulging him. “Alright, let’s do it. But what are we going to do until—” They glanced at the graphic again. “9 PM. Goodness, that’s awfully late.”

Julian chuckled softly before unwrapping himself from them and grabbing his mug. “Well, we have all day. What doyousuggest?”

Rami pursed their lips, trying not to give their thoughts away.

“We could go out for lunch,” Rami suggested, but they did not do a good job selling the suggestion.

Julian shot them a look before setting his coffee aside and sliding up onto the kitchen island.

In nothing more than an oversized shirt and his boxers, he looked quite… ravishing.

Rami swayed towards him, finally giving up the ruse and setting their coffee aside, too, abandoning it for the moment to settle between Julian’s thighs.

“You’re right,” Rami murmured. “This is a much better idea.”

Julian

I’ve created a monster,Julian thought as Rami nestled between his legs.

Their hands slipped around Julian’s waist, pulling him to the very edge of the counter so they could grind together.

He hummed into the kiss, Rami’s lips twitching against the vibrations. Their hands trailed up his hips, over the planes of his chest and shoulders to cup his face, tilting him back. His horns knocked into the cabinets with a soft scrape.

They broke the kiss, and Julian’s eyes fluttered open to stare at them.

“I’ve always wondered…” they began.

Julian was well on his way to thickening up again, eager to show Rami whatever they wanted to experience.

“What?” he rasped.Tell me, I’ll do it, anythingyou want,he almost rambled, but he squashed the words between his teeth.

“Are your horns… sensitive?” Rami asked.

Julian groaned, tipping forward to rest his forehead against Rami’s shoulder.

“Wanna find out?” Julian questioned softly, teasing and already knowing the answer.

“I very much do,” Rami breathed, the words hot against the skin of Julian’s cheek and neck.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Julian said, lifting his head.

Rami’s eyes were stormy and dark andheated,and Julian got a little lost in their warmth for a second. Then he wiggled closer to the edge of the counter, intending to drop to his feet and lead Rami upstairs.

Instead, it seemed the angel had other plans, as Rami scooped Julian closer, tucked their hands under his ass and thighs, and lifted.

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