Page 92 of How Not to Date an Angel

Julian hummed. “No, I suppose I can choose if you really want, but—“

“I mean, both. Do both,” Rami clarified.

A smile curled his lips and he groaned. “Feathers, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

“Tell me,” Rami challenged, and it gave Julian pause. “While I kiss you some more,” they added.

Julian’s heart thundered as they dropped a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and then continued on down the sharp edge of his jaw to his throat.

Could they feel his pulse against their lips?

“I think you are quite possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Julian admitted quietly.

Rami paused with their lips at his throat and glanced up. “Oh?” they asked.

This wasn’t fair. Julian felt like the tables had been turned, and he could do nothing but let Rami explore.

“I would let you do anything you wanted to me,” he continued. “I’d do anything to you that you wanted me to.”

Above him, Rami shivered, sliding their lips lower onto his collarbones. They nipped, their teeth a tad sharper than the situation called for, but Julianlikedthat and this angel was already far too good at reading him.

Chills broke over his skin, tightening his nipples, making his cock throb against where Rami’s belly pressed into him.

Their hands were warm and soft, one pressed into the bed and the other dragging down his side.

“Go on,” they said, breath hot against Julian’s skin.

This was supposed to be about Rami, and instead Julian was the one threatening to fall to pieces.

“I’m glad it’s me. That I’m the one teaching you these things,” he confessed.

“Are these sensitive?” Rami asked, pausing above Julian’s chest.

He swallowed. “They can be.”

And just like he’d thought, Rami lowered their head, tongue swiping over the small, stiff peak of Julian’s nipple. He shuddered beneath them, arching into it.

Everything felt new with Rami, and he didn’t know why. Maybe it was because everything was newtoRami, and Julian was struggling to separate the two.

Either way, pleasure slid through him from Rami’s mouth, and their hand splayed across his stomach, his abs jumping beneath their touch.

His cock throbbed, trapped in the boxers, and he groaned, head tilted back.

“You’re pretty,” Rami said suddenly.

Julian groaned again, exasperated, and pressed a foot into the bed, throwing his other leg up and over Rami to flip them, pushing them down into the mattress this time.

“What—”

“It’s my turn,” he said, and silenced Rami with a kiss.

Then he copied Rami’s own movements, kissing along their jaw and throat, and nipping at the space he hoped was sensitive behind their ear.

Rami’s breathy little gasp told him he’d guessed right.

Before he could move lower, their shirt needed to go, so Julian trailed his fingers along the hem of it, glancing down at them in question.

They nodded, and then lifted their arms when Julian shoved the shirt up, dragging it off their arms.

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