Page 90 of How Not to Date an Angel

“What do you wanna learn?” Julian asked.

Rami’s cheeks were glowing, the color deepening the longer they stared. They shuffled, turning toward Julian directly.

“I’ve read—” They stopped themself, glancing away, clearing their throat.

Julian didn’t want them to be embarrassed, and he held out a hand. “Come here,” he said softly.

Rami hesitated for only a split second before closing the distance between them. They stood a few inches away, plaid pants swaying to brush Julian’s knee.

“You’re not uncomfortable, right?” Julian asked.

“Not in the way you’re thinking. I’m just… uncertain.”

“That’s okay,” he promised. Even his cheeks were heating as he said, “Wanna come back to bed and kiss some more?”

Rami’s lips twitched, a small smile making itself known as they nodded. “I think I’d like that.”

“Good,” Julian purred before taking their hand and pulling them down.

With an “oof,” they fell into him, and naturally straddled his lap. Their hands pressed into his chest, pushing away. “What are you—”

“Comfy?” Julian asked, holding their hips to steady them.

“Yeah, yes, sure,” Rami rambled, hands sliding up to grasp Julian’s shoulders.

He scooted back on the bed a bit to give them more room and tilted his head up to Rami, who now sat a few inches higher.

They stared down at him, and behind the wall of uncertainty Julian could feel in the grip of their hands and see in the pinch of their lips, he recognized that they wanted this, or else they’d be pushing him away.

“Okay?” he asked anyway.

“Okay,” Rami said.

Julian slid a hand up to cup the back of their neck and gently tugged them down.

Their eyes slid closed by the time they would’ve crossed to meet Julian’s gaze, and then their lips were meeting.

It wastenderand pleasant and the angel knew enough to magic away their morning breath, just like Julian did. So they tasted of nothing but the sweetness Julian had come to associate the angel with.

The coffee and the pastries and the wine, and now the gentle hand in Julian’s dark hair that he could only describe as sweet, too.

Their mouths moved against each other, meeting again and again in the softest of motions.

Julian parted his lips a bit, and Rami followed his lead. But then they surprised him by being the first to drag their tongue along his lower lip. His breath caught and he opened for them, letting them lead so long as they wanted to.

They wanted to, that much was clear, as they smoothly slid their tongue into Julian’s mouth, replicating the movements Julian had shown them the night before.

They were eager, and knowing they were eager forhimwas doing something to Julian’s head. His cock was taking interest in the proceedings, thickening beneath the press of Rami in his lap.

They were learning.

I’m teaching them.

I’m their… first.

Ashiver went through him with the realization, and Rami leaned away to meet his gaze.

Their lips were red and full from the kisses, eyes half-lidded. “Okay?” they echoed.

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