Page 145 of How Not to Date an Angel

The suckers weren’t just for texture; he couldfeelthem grasping inside him, curious and exploratory, and he arched his hips for more against Rami’s hold.

“It’s so good,” he rambled, and Rami nodded, gazing between them until he was too close, too deep to see clearly.

“It is,” Rami agreed. “You always feel so good,” they breathed.

Julian pressed the heel of his foot into Rami’s low back and urged him in until their hips smacked together gently. The fullness was the same and yet entirely different.

“I can feel it move,” Julian panted, and jolted against Rami as the tentacle did just that, the tip searching, pressing right into that perfect point inside him.

Julian dropped a hand between his legs, circling the base and squeezing tight. He didn’t want this to end so quickly. “Too fast,” he warned.

Rami backed off, the tip relaxing instead of pressing, and in Julian’s peripherals there was a soft, silver glow. It neared, and he blinked, seeing Rami’s halo floating between them, growing smaller, and smaller.

“This can help,” Rami murmured.

“Oh, no way,” Julian breathed as it circled his cock, sliding down to the base and cinching, snug but not uncomfortable. “Nowthat’sforbidden,” Julian teased. He would never tire of teasing Rami for forgetting their own lore.

“Oh, I’m sure,” drawled Rami, who’d actually taken quite well to Angel 101, and then they pulled their hips back.

Julian swore he could feel every sucker as it passed his rim, and he moaned, grateful Rami at least had no neighbors to worry when they were positively taking him apart like this.

“Yes, yes, I know,” Rami groaned, and moved their hips. They were slow at first, and Julian felt their intense gaze, knew they were cataloging each expression Julian made, paying attention to every sound they forced out of him.

But eventually it all melted into nothing but pleasure, and their hips were slapping against Julian’s. The halo-turned-cock-ring kept him near the edge without sending him over. The tentacle’s thickness felt so good on every plunge, and it even pulsed like a cock did, too. The slickness from it made every stroke sound filthy, and it wasn’t long before it coated the pair of them, their thighs and Julian’s ass and certainly the bed beneath them.

Noises spilling from both Julian and Rami, and the edge was nearing and this time Julian didn’t want to back away from it. He grasped at Rami’s thigh, lifting his hips, and Rami nodded.

“You’re close, I can tell,” they said, and kept the rhythm steady. Their breath was sharp and tight, too, hands gripping Julian’s hips hard.

Julian’s moan devolved into a soundless gasp as the tentacle pressed deep, the tip sliding over his prostate with each thrust. Rami dropped a hand between them, wrapping around his cock.

“Oh fuck, Rami, please,” he whined, tilting his head, back bowing into each plunge, each stroke.

The halo loosened, and pleasured barreled toward him, like watching a storm roll close. Julian opened himself to it, felt the lightning sizzling in his spine, his stomach tensing with it.

“Come for me—with me, come on,” Rami pleaded, and snapped their hips in again.

Julian came, arching his back as if struck, and spilled over Rami’s fist. It flayed through him, hot and electric, and he felt as if his hair should be standing on end. He clenched around Rami’s tentacle cock, heard their shout as they joined.

They rode the aftershocks together, and Rami tilted forward, bending Julian practically in half so they could kiss. It was sloppy and as messy as the fluids between them and he loved it so fucking much.

“I fucking can’t believe how much I love you,” Julian muttered lazily, lips brushing Rami’s with each word.

“I can,” Rami replied. “Because I love you, too.”

It was such a sweet moment, considering Rami’s magic tentacle was still inside him. They were pliant and relaxed, and if Julian was going to ask, now would be the time.

“So is this theonlyitem we saw at the shop that you might be open to trying out?” Julian asked as casually as possible.

Rami arched a brow at him. “Is the item in mind the item I think it is?”

Julian shrugged, envisioning the faux feathers and the low neckline and the— “You don’t have to wear the halo,” Julian told them.

“Oh, well, thank heavens for that,” Rami drawled, and tilted their head in thought, gaze narrowed down at Julian.

“I might have been wondering about trying the… equipment to fill something like that out,” Rami mused.

Julian gulped at the thought. “Yeah?” His voice came out higher pitched than normal.

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