Page 98 of How Not to Date an Angel

“Christ—Rami,” Julian moaned.

They watched his hands tighten in the blankets, head going lax against the bed.

He pulsed in Rami’s grip, and it emboldened them to take him a little deeper.

It was powerful, this position, having someone—Julian—a demon!—weak at their touch.

For once, the thought of Julian as a demon didn’t bother them.

They couldn’t find it in them to care, not with his taste on their tongue and his moans finding their way to Rami’s ears.

Warmth buzzed through their head and their body, arousal pooling low just from this action.

They knew to wrap their lips around their teeth, to suction them around the head, to let their saliva spill out to ease the glide of their hand as they tried to figure out the rhythm.

It was sloppy, most likely, but Julian gave no indication that he cared or that it felt any less good because of it.

They remembered with crystal clarity what Julian had done to them, and slid their hand away from his hip with a warning squeeze. They cupped his balls, feeling them drawn up and tight, and even mimicked the same motion of brushing a finger just behind them.

Julian groaned and shouted a warning—

“Rami, I’m close,” he panted.

Rami gave no sign of slowing down, finally figuring out the rhythm, moving their hand in time with their mouth.

They glanced up and found Julian’s jaw slack as he stared down at them. Maybe they should’ve been embarrassed to be perceived in such a way, mouth full and unable to close, messy. Instead, beneath the heat and the disbelief in that gaze, they only felt warmer.

They pulled off, making quite a show of it, spit even clinging to their lip that Julian watched pop with wide eyes.

“Are you going to come for me?” Rami asked, voice raspier than usual, and lowered their head again.

“Y-yes,” Julian whispered after taking a moment to absorb the filthy question.

Rami really liked bringing Julian to stunned silence.

They took even more of him, hand sliding lower on his cock with every pass as they let him slide past their lips.

He tensed in their hand and over their tongue, and Rami pressed it to his length as they pulled up, rubbing at the underside of the head, taken with the texture of him.

“Close,” Julian muttered. “So close,” he warned.

Rami was eager for it and took him even deeper, until he brushed the back of their throat. They’d read about the gag reflex in books, and knew it could be a problem for some. And decidedly made itnota problem for themself.

Still, it was an odd feeling, having something so far in their mouth in this way. They swallowed around him, heard his answering croak, and figured they’d done something right.

“I’m—oh, fuck,” Julian gasped.

Rami squeezed their hand, stroking him only once, twice more before he shouted and threaded his hand through their hair, tightening. It sent chills down their spine and then he was pulsing across their tongue, his release spilling into Rami’s mouth.

They swallowed him, the taste salty and a little bitter but all Julian. With their lips suctioned around the head, they took every drop and gently stroked him until there was nothing left. The whole time Julian moaned and twitched against the bed, and Rami finally released him when Julian went limp.

Rami crawled up next to him and collapsed against the bed alongside Julian. They were touching from shoulder to thigh and even though they’d just donesomuch touching, it still delighted them. Like they couldn’t get enough.

Julian groaned, lifting a hand to place it against Rami’s thigh, squeezing in what they felt might be affection.

“So was that… alright?” Rami asked, a smile twitching at their lips.

Julian huffed, rolling his head to the side to eye Rami. “‘Alright?’ You just sucked my soul out throughmy cock.”

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