Page 120 of How Not to Date an Angel

The thought struck through them, electric and hot, warmth slipping down their spine to settle between their legs, and they rolled into the pressure before sliding down Julian’s body.

Their wings twitched as their feet met the floor, expanding only a bit to balance them as they bent over, mouthing at Julian’s flat stomach, his hips.

Taking their time, they kissed and nipped at his skin, baring him inch by inch. They bypassed his cock completely, though when they freed it, it was already beading at the tip, tantalizing and teasing.

It took herculean effort not to lower their mouth to him, to move past it and strip his pants off.

They could’ve magicked those off as well, but it was especially arousing to bare Julian themself, to reveal every bit of his skin, knowing that their own halo was keeping him from interfering.

A dark delight shivered up their spine at the thought, and they wasted no time in stripping themselves, watching Julian, who was arching his neck, keeping his eyes on them as they removed their clothes.

The shirt had to be magicked off, due to their wings, but—

“Are they going to watch me the whole time?” Julian asked, and Rami realized his attention had trailed to their left wing. “The eyes,” he clarified.

Rami snickered. “They’re not a separate entity; they’re all me. Do they weird you out?”

“Not if they’re you,” Julian said, relaxing down on the bed, gaze flicking back to their bared skin. “Especially not if they’re you,” he repeated, softer.

Rami melted at the emotion in his tone, and crawled back atop him. They adjusted so Julian was notched between their folds, and his groan was music to their ears.

“Fuck, I can’t believe you look like this. You’re magnificent,” he said.

Rami glanced down, noting their shiny silvery skin against Julian’s pale human skin. It was quite a contrast, and they skated their fingers across the plane of his chest, raising goose bumps in their wake.

Even as an angel, with heavenly forces at their back, they had never felt more empowered than when they were with Julian.

He made them feel… special, in a way. And after a lifetime—a hundred lifetimes—of existing in the humans’ shadow, it was downrightintoxicating.

Rami wanted to show Julian just how much they appreciated being in the spotlight for once.

So they rolled their hips, and Julian tilted his head back with a hum of pleasure. Rami followed the long, lean line of his body with their gaze, appreciating the flex of his arms as he tested the bond of the halo.

“You’re going to ruin me,” Julian murmured.

“That’s the idea,” Rami promised, and rocked their hips again, and again.

His cock slid alongside their clit, and Rami released a shaky breath, their arousal slick between their lips, making the glide against Julian slippery and smooth.

“T-touch yourself,” Julian asked. “Let me watch you get yourself ready.Please,” he tacked on, begging for Rami.

A demon, begging an angel.

Rami had no choice but to indulge him, and they rolled to the side, slipping a hand between their legs. They knew their face was red, embarrassment threatening to ruin the moment, but they also knew they had nothing to be ashamed of. Julian wanted this as much as Rami did, wasbeggingfor them.

And they very much liked it.

They liked knowing Julian was desperate for them, so for that reason they drew their left leg up, blocking his line of sight, and kept the halo pinned to the mattress. Their breath went sharp and weak as they brushed a finger through their arousal, dragging the slick up to coat their clit. They stroked the pad of their finger over themself, similar to the way Julian’s tongue had, and their breath caught as they shifted their hips into the movement, giving into every urge they had just so Julian would feel like he was missing something.

“Angel, come on,” Julian whined.Whined.

Andangel. Used like a human endearment.

“Just—just a moment, dear,” Rami breathed, and slid their hand lower, pressing a finger at their entrance before slipping in.

It was never at the perfect angle like Julian could accomplish, but it was an experience nonetheless, feeling themself tighten around their own finger. They moaned, adding a second digit when the first became too easy, and curled their hips up, wishing they could manage somethingbetter.

Julian cursed, and Rami knew that something better was right beside them, waiting eagerly, and Rami hummed.

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