Page 97 of How Not to Date an Angel

They shivered. It was even better than the one the night before, and Julian’s fingers were still glistening from their arousal and his spit.

He’d licked them clean, which sent a whole new flare of heat through them.

But Julian—poor Julian was still unsatisfied.

Well, not completely unsatisfied. He clearly took some pleasure from having his mouth on them, his fingers inside them.

“You,” Rami declared, and pulled Julian up their body with gentle hands before repeating his move from earlier and flipping them.

Rami sat astride his lap and felt the bulge of him between their legs. It was decidedly suggestive, and that now-familiar warmth lickedthrough them, but this was about Julian. About making Julian feel good.

And it was Rami’s turn to do so.

“I want to put my mouth on you,” Rami said.

They felt quite validated at the way Julian whined.

“Fea—Rami, I won’t last long at all that way.”

Rami inched down his thighs, hands splayed against his flat stomach. “Do you see me complaining?”

“No, but—” His brows furrowed, mouth opening and closing as he tried to find words.

“I want to make you feel good, too,” Rami told him, softer.

His face went through a set of emotions too quickly for Rami to discern before it settled on a fond acceptance.

“Okay,” he finally said.

Rami slid their hands lower, tugging at the waistband of his boxers.

Julian wiggled his hips to help Rami free him and their breath caught at the first unimpeded sight of him.

He was still hard, cock flushed, the head shiny with his own arousal. Once Rami wrangled the boxers off his feet, they climbed back up him and settled between his legs much the same way Julian had.

They eagerly wrapped a hand around him, gazing up at Julian, his head tilted back against the bed, one hand tangled in his own hair.

“I’m not the only one who’s wet,” Rami remarked, and Julian’s breath caught in his throat, a strangled noise escaping.

Julian’s cock pulsed in their grip and they stroked him, slow and easy, watching the bead of precum appear at the head, glistening like a pearl.

“Can’t say things like that,” Julian croaked.

Rami tilted their head to the side, pausing with their lips parted just above Julian’s cock. “Why not? You liked it,” Rami inferred, and then went with their instincts and lapped at the bead.

He was salty on their tongue and it made their mouth water for more.

Rami barely heard his moan, but felt the way his hips twitched up into them.

With the hand not occupied, they flattened their palm against his hip and held him down.

“Sorry I made you suffer for so long,” Rami said, not sounding sorry at all. Mostly they were excited, curious, wondrous at the opportunity to explore with someone as kind and open and accepting as Julian had been.

Honestly, this was the least they could do, they thought magnanimously as they stroked him slowly.

Who else would understand Rami’s predicament? Who else would Rami get to be so honest and open with?

When the next bead appeared, Rami lowered their mouth and sucked the head of his cock between their lips.

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