Page 143 of How Not to Date an Angel

Julian chuckled, heat stirring as Rami sucked the chocolate mousse from Julian’s lip into their mouth. “He was not going to whisk me away—he’s just looking out.”

“Good,” Rami retorted, and stepped closer, closing Julian into the island. His lower back pressed into the edge, but Rami was all softness as they collided. “Because you’re not going anywhere.”

“Didn’t want to,” Julian whispered, gaze dropping to their lips.

Their mouth quirked. “Good.”

And then they kissed him, burying a hand into his hair. Julian’s hands landed on their waist, yanking them closer.

Already he felt the hard line of them pressed into Julian’s hip, and he shivered.

“How tired are you?” Rami asked into the kiss.

“Wide awake,” Julian returned.

“Excellent,” Rami purred, and grabbed Julian’s hand. “Let’s go upstairs, then.”

“You sound like you’re plotting,” Julian mused, and followed eagerly.

“Maybe I am,” Rami said. The steps took no time, and then Julian was being pushed down on the bed, the nice slacks and button up magicked off him with a snap of his own fingers.

Rami pouted. “You know that’s my favorite part,” they chastised.

“I want to hear more about this plot of yours,” Julian answered.

“So impatient,” they noted, and began unbuttoning their own shirt, shrugging off their sweater.

Julian arched a brow, waiting, dropping a hand between his legs to stroke himself.

“Bringing up the sex shop made me remember something,” Rami said, and curiosity struck Julian sharp.

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Like the toy you kept fondling,” Rami said, shirt finally sliding off their shoulders, baring their chest and round stomach.

“Which one?” Julian asked.

“The tentacle,” they answered, and Julian squeezed his cock.

His gaze trailed down their body, staring at the bulge beneath the zipper they slowly worked open. “No way,” Julian scoffed. “You can do that?”

“Of course I can,” Rami answered. “Unless it’s weird?”

“Not weird. Hot,” Julian corrected, and held out a grabby hand. “Come on, show me.”

Heat flashed through him, rising just beneath his skin as he watched Rami strip, the confidence they’d built over the last several months obvious as they stared down at him.

“It didn’t occur to me until dinner, actually. I figured if I could magic one appendage, why not another?”

“I love your brain,” Julian moaned.

Rami finally pushed their pants down their hips and Julian’s breath caught at the sight. “Fuck.”

“Yes, that’s quite the idea,” Rami retorted, and pressed a knee to the bed before crawling toward him. He spread his legs, and Rami settledbetween them, a real-life actual tentacle brushing against Julian’s hard cock as they slotted together.

Julian swallowed. “You gonna fuck me with that?” It was a similar size to the toy, nothing outrageous, and colored like their angel skin, with suckers and everything.

“If you’re amenable,” Rami teased, sliding their hands down Julian’s chest.

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