Page 94 of How Not to Date an Angel

That might be a little advanced, he decided, and glanced up at the angel he feared wouldn’t leave his mind anytime soon.

Their eyes were wide as they stared down at him, reclining on their forearms for a direct view.

“Alright up there?” he asked, breath skating across the skin of their stomach.

They nodded, the movement jerky, uncoordinated.

Every touch was new to them, Julian reminded himself.Easy. Gentle.

“I’m… anticipatory,” they murmured.

Those dorky words shouldn’t have flared such heat through him, and yet he swallowed and dropped his gaze to their skin, unable to stand the desire blazing from their eyes.

Julian slowly pressed a kiss to their hip. “Wouldn’t want—” Another to the junction of their torso and thigh. “—to keep you—” A final kiss to the sensitive, practically translucent flesh of the inside of their thigh. “—waiting,” he said.

Finally Julian lowered his mouth to them in a wet, open-mouthed kiss. They jolted at the contact despite watching it happen, and their taste hit Julian’s tongue. He wrapped his lips around them, offering a short, quick suck.

Their hips lifted off the bed as they gasped. Julian peeked up at them and saw their hands gripped into the bedspread, their eyes still wide and locked directly on Julian.

“You’re—you’re quite a vision down there,” Rami breathed.

Julian hummed, drawing lower and swiping his tongue through their folds until he reached the well of arousal, dipping inside to coax more.

They moaned, and Julian squeezed their thighs in encouragement before sliding his hands closer, spreading them apart so he could flatten his tongue to them, dragging it up, up over their clit.

Rami let themself go lax, falling to the bed and covering their eyes with an arm.

“Do you mind what I call this?” he asked.

They lowered their arm, picking their head up, brow furrowed in confusion. “What?”

“This,” Julian said, and brushed his thumb alongside them, stroking their arousal.

“I-I don’t know,” Rami said, shaking their head, cheeks flushing as their thighs tightened around Julian’s body from the pleasure. “I don’t think I care—whatever’s appropriate.”

“Just let me know if I say something you don’t like,” Julian told them.

They nodded, collapsing back down to the bed, boneless.

Julian tried not to feel too smug about that.

It didn’t work.

He dragged one of his thumbs down the center of them, dipping into their core to spread the slick of them, nipping at their thigh, slowly digging his teeth into their skin.

“You’re so wet,” he remarked, no more than a breath.

Ramithrew that arm back over their eyes, hips rolling into Julian’s touch, breath short.

As Julian swiped his thumb back up, swiping over them, they moaned, and he repeated the action only to hear the noises they’d make.

“Do you like when I stroke your clit?” Julian asked.

They agreed not with words but with a hand fluttering over Julian before settling on squeezing his shoulder.

They were so flustered and cute, Julian couldn’t stand it, and he gently circled their wrist. He pulled it to the top of his head and glanced up at them.

“I don’t mind a little tug,” he said. He liked his horns touched as well, but Julian was taking it one thing at a time, like Rami had said.

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