Page 104 of How Not to Date an Angel

He groaned into them, felt the answering shake of them above him, but Julian was too far gone, spilling in his pants like an overeager teenager.

Rami pulled away, their softening cock slipping over Julian’s lip. Once he was released, he turned his head as much as he could to nip at the sensitive skin of their thigh.

Their hands slid away from Julian’s horn with a last stroke, making Julian shake beneath them.

They untangled, Rami retracting a leg from one side of Julian’s face to collapse beside him on the bed.

Julian tilted his head, wiping his face on the shoulder of his shirt, and wrapped an arm around them, dragging them close.

“That was something… new,” Rami mused, voice lazy and drawling as they relaxed against Julian.

“Certainly one way to pass the time,” Julian answered.

“What do you call those? Horn jobs?” Rami asked.

Julian snorted, barely shaking the angel who lay on his chest. “Sure, let’s go with that.”

Rami nosed at his collarbones, tugging the neck of his shirt down. “I think I’d like to do that again.”

Julian’s cock gave a pitiful, mournful kick.

“Not right now,” Rami clarified, and Julian sighed. “But soon. I want to be able to see you better while I touch your horns.”

Julian realized, right then, that he was an idiot for ever even considering tempting this angel with sex.The selfishness of their desire would do them in,he’d thought. But of course, for someone who was so good at taking what they wanted and chasing their own pleasure, Rami sure was so fuckingselflessabout it.

Julian shivered. “Whatever you want, Feathers.”

Rami hummed, the sound a buzz against his skin. “I like the sound of that.”

And the thing was, Julian did, too.

Julian

No matter how infinitely Julian’s existence stretched on, he imagined he’d never forget how it felt to walk into a queer bar, on Earth, with Rami.

It was low lit with multicolored lights, and rainbows were plasteredeverywhere.But even more colorful were the patrons already nursing pretty drinks, awaiting the start of the show.

And following the theme was Rami themself. Julian had only seen the angel in their muted grays and whites and navy blues. Now, though, they were stunning in much their usual style, but with a bit of color. Sure, they hadn't strayed too far, still sporting a pair of navy pants and a gray sweater, but the difference was the rainbow threaded through each stitch.

Julian had dressed as usual, layered in black, horns tucked away so as not to scare the humans.

Julian nudged Rami, and pointed at the string hanging from the ceiling with pronoun tags, waiting for anyone to take them.

Julian snagged a he/him tag while Rami plucked a they/them tag, and then Julian ushered them to the bar.

“This is delightful,” Rami told him, leaning close to speak into his ear.

The atmosphere was so open. No one was staring, and everyone seemed so happy and excited to be there, broken off into loud groups cackling with laughter.

It was everything Julian had heard and seen in the media from his little television in Hell, brought to life.

He reached down and squeezed Rami’s hand, unable to take his eyes from some of the more extravagantly dressed patrons.

“First time?” the bartender asked them, wearing a he/him pin. His eye makeup sparkled beneath the rainbow lighting.

“How could you tell?” Julian drawled.

He smirked and took their drink orders, and when he plopped their glasses down in front of them, confirmed. “Show starts in thirty. I’d go grab seats while you can.”

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