Page 102 of How Not to Date an Angel

“I’m learning to love your ideas, Feathers. Tell me.”

“You seem determined to remain quiet. So how would you like to put that mouth of yours to good use?” they said.

Said mouth dropped open at the audacity of the angel, whose cheeks turned red. Julian watched the panic spread across their expression, lips parting to babble on about how inappropriate a request it was.

Before they could get there, Julian lifted his hands to the button on their pants and slipped it free before yanking at the material.

Rami stopped his hands in place, before Julian could reveal them, and Julian glanced up at the angel.

“This time, I want to try it with a cock,” they clarified.

“I am more than okay with that,” Julian said, nodding eagerly, and Rami let go of his hands after a short search of his expression. Hopefully they saw how genuine he felt, how fucking turned on he was by them.

Julian finished stripping them, and they even chuckled at the urgency to his movements.

Once Rami was naked, Julian caught the sway of them between their thighs and didn’t bother holding back his groan that time.

Julian had never been someone’s first anything before, and here was yet another first that Rami was willing to experience with him. Julian was struck for a moment, completely clothed while Rami’s skin was bared, sitting atop him like it was nothing. Like it wasn’t the highest honor anyone had ever bestowed upon Julian.

Thank youdidn’t seem an appropriate offering, so instead Julian tugged Rami closer, up across his chest, because if nothing else, he’d offer himself to them. To take and to experience and to… use.

“Will you be able to breathe?” Rami asked.

Julian gripped the back of their thighs and moaned as they shuffled closer.

“I don’t even care,” Julian mumbled, nipping at the sensitive skin of the pale flesh he could reach.

Rami huffed, and grabbed a horn to force Julian’s head to the mattress. Warmth spiraled through him at the possessive motion, and he stilled, lips parting.

“At the very least, I want you to tap my thigh twice if you need a break,” they said.

“I will,” Julian promised. “Now get up here.”

Rami sighed like it was some great feat, but shuffled into place, thighs sliding on either side of Julian’s head, the white noise of skin on skin amplifying the sizzling embers in his own body.

He heard their hand meet the wall for balance, the other still curled around his horn.

They were sitting up, but Julian was surrounded by them, their scent and warm thighs, their length dangling close but out of reach.

A strike of heat flickered down his spine. Fuck, he loved this, and grasped at their thighs for restraint, not wanting to rush.

At least, not too much.

Rami’s hand was still tight around his horn, so he couldn’t exactly lift his head to taste them. Instead he had to wait, gaze trailing up their soft body to meet Rami’s eyes.

Julian laid his hands over their hips, thumbs digging into the crease, ever closer to their length and attempting to pull them down to him.

Rami nodded once, and that was all the permission Julian needed.

He wrapped his palm around them, bicep resting along their thigh so he could begin to stroke them. They gasped at the touch, arching into it, and finally tilted correctly, so Julian could point them between his lips.

They curved over him, hand sliding against his horn, and Julian’s hips jolted into the air of their own accord. With a groan, he parted his lips and tasted Rami, their flavor spilling across his palate as he lapped at their head.

Rami released a moan as Julian dragged his tongue along their length, their hand tightening around his horn.

“Oh, that’s—” Their observation melted into a hum of pleasure.

Julian’s cock throbbed, trapped beneath his clothes, while Rami was completely nude above him, thighs tensing under Julian’s hand.

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