Page 99 of How Not to Date an Angel

“I don’t think that’s how that works,” Rami teased, amused despite the flush on their cheeks. A beat passed while they caught their breaths. “I think I’d like to try that with a cock of my own one day,” they admitted.

Julian whined, and Rami tried to push away the blush of pride.

“Can I kiss you?” Julian asked.

Rami shrugged. “Is that a done thing? After that act? I’ve read that some—mmph!”

Julian cut off their worries with a kiss. A filthy one. Where he didn’t hesitate to slide his tongue against Rami’s, collecting the remnants of his own taste. His hand slid up their cheek to tangle in their hair and hold them to him.

Something in Rami’s chest burst at the tenderness, the intimacy, of laying naked alongside someone and simply kissing.

It was downright romantic, and they tried not to read too far into it, fearing it might be a little late for that.

Instead they let themself sink into the molasses of the moment.

They finally broke apart, breathless and staring at one another. Rami tried to gauge if Julian was having the same revelation.

“A-plus, Feathers,” Julian said eventually, voice crackly and warm.

Rami didn’t even bother pretending the praise didn’t go straight to their head. “What do we do now?”

Julian shrugged and stretched, and Rami appreciated the long line of his body. “Are you hungry?”

“I could eat,” Rami mused.

“You pick. Do you wanna go somewhere or stay here?”

Rami pursed their lips. Leaving the house highly diminished their chances of experimenting some more.

“We can order in,”Rami decided.

Julian’s lips twitched as if he knew what Rami was thinking, and could it be that he was having the same thoughts?

They crawled from the bed and hand-waved some clothes on. Usually Rami would’ve showered to start their day, but they couldn’t find it in themself to wash Julian’s scent from their skin.

Rami realized it was late morning by the time they made it downstairs, and it felt… good to break their routine a little.

Maybe Julian was influencing them a little too much.

And they found they didn’t quite mind. Not when Julian shared the kitchen with them, grinding the beans while they prepped the kettle. Not when he magicked a second pour over for his own mug and not as he hovered, literally, with his head on Rami’s shoulder and arms around their waist while they poured the hot water over the grinds.

This must be what humans calledthehoneymoon phase.

Rami supposed they understood now why it was so good. Why humans constantly chased companionship.

Rami’d forgotten how nice it could be. And even then… had it ever been quitethisnice? Certainly never this intimate.

“How do you want to spend the day?” Rami asked him. “What simple pleasures are you interested in?”

Even thoughthiswas the nicest of humanity’s simple pleasures, they decided.

Julian’s hands squeezed their sides, and he turned his head to lay his lips on Rami’s throat, just over their pulse.

“I can think of a few things.”

Rami chuckled, a giddy zing of happiness—and the threat of arousal—tingling through them.

“There’s not an Earthly experience you want to see today?”

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