Page 91 of How Not to Date an Angel

“Okay,” he croaked.

They leaned back down without hesitation, crushing their lips to Julian’s, sinking deeper into his lap.

His breath caught as Rami shifted against him, Julian’s hard length pressing against them through his boxers.

Then they deepened the kiss, pulling Julian even closer. He swayed into them, arms wrapping around them until they were chest to chest, melting into one.

Heat surged through Julian at the way Rami led the kiss, their hands framing Julian’s face, tangling in his hair, cupping the back of his neck. They even tilted his head, and Julian moaned in the back of his throat.

They paused, pulling back to stare at Julian, and both of their chests were rising and falling with hurried breaths.

“What do you want?” Julian asked.

Rami’s pupils were blown wide, their silvery iris only a thin circle.

“I want…” They swallowed. “I want to feel good like I did last night.”

Julian’s chest swelled to bursting, and he nodded. “I can make you feel good again.”

“But I want, with the—” They shut their eyes and sighed, and Julian squeezed his hands around their hips, supportive.

Julian thought he knew what they were asking, but he wanted them to say it, even if their cheeks were bright red.

“I want you to show me how it feels with—when I have a…”

“Cunt?” Juliansuggested.

Their nose scrunched up in prim disapproval before they smoothed their expression and nodded. “Yes, that,” they finally said.

The way Julian’s blood pressure skyrocketed at just the thought, he felt a tad faint.

This angel was so… endearing.Fuck.Julian couldn’t wait to show Rami everything he knew, to make them so comfortable they wouldn’t care about the verbiage.

He groaned and leaned forward, knocking their lips into another kiss. “Fuck yes. I’d love to.” There would be time for easing Rami into the dirtier words later.

Rami relaxed at his words, sinking into him even more, their knees taking less and less of their weight in favor of sitting on Julian. He loved the feel of them across his thighs, pressing into him.

Julian let himself lean back, pulling Rami with him. Their hands planted on either side of Julian’s head, and they inhaled a small breath.

“I’ve been wanting to feel you like this,” Julian said, hands sliding up the outside of their thighs, squeezing them.

“W-why’s that?” they asked.

“Just—feeling you against me. Knowing you’re there.” Julian attempted to shrug. “It’s nice.”

“Nice,” they echoed.

Julian continued their touches over Rami’s clothes, up their hips and sides and over their shoulders before cupping the back of their neck and angling their mouths together.

Rami softened against him, into him, until Julian was pressed flat to the mattress, the weight of Rami solid and perfect.

Their thighs were spread over Julian’s lap, and his bulge was between their legs, hardly hiding beneath the thin fabric of his boxers.

“We have options,” Julian said into the kiss. “I can use my hands on you. My mouth.”

Rami’s nostrils flared at that, and their lips parted, brushing against Julian’s.

“Do I have to choose?”

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