Page 2 of Azriel

The angel started stroking their slick cocks together, and Vali couldn’t help but buck his hips. He certainly shouldn’t be aroused by another man stroking and using him to pleasure itself.

But it did feel good. He’d only gotten a handjob from a woman his age once a couple of years ago, and someone else’s hand had somehow been so much better than his own. Having his cock pressed against the angel’s…years of being stuck with his right hand had certainly led to plenty of sexual frustration. That’s probably why he didn’t care.

He whimpered as he felt his orgasm nearing. Maybe he’d wake up before it happened, and he’d have a raging erection that he’d have to fist to relieve himself. The angel’s breathing quickened as he jerked them faster, and Vali moaned.

Dear God, he was so close. Don’t wake up. Don’t wake up. He didn’t care if he woke up with cum all over himself as long as he got to experience the orgasm at someone else’s hands.

The angel grunted almost like he was in pain as Vali groaned.

Cum spurted from his cock as the white smoke continued to swirl up, and the warm, thick fluid made it all slicker. Holy shit, he hadn't had such an intense orgasm since the woman had worked him off.

The angel stiffened and made a strange noise in the back of his throat as he twitched. Cum hit Vali’s stomach as the stroking increased. His orgasm was already ebbing, and the stimulation was almost too much as the angel frantically jerked, lost in his own orgasm.

Vali made a noise through the gag as the smoke overhead formed a tiny orb. What the fuck? Even for a dream, that was odd. The angel finally stopped, snatched the pearl and…did he really pop that in his mouth?

Vali swore he heard a slight crunch as the angel seemed to eat it. Still half out of it from one of the best orgasms he’d ever had, Vali blinked at the angel and figured he’d wake up now. The angel turned him slightly and pulled on the ropes to loosen them before he got off the bed.

“If you know what’s good for you, you won’t move.”

His voice was deep like a man but sounded young as though he was only twenty-six or so like Vali. Shouldn’t angels sound old and wise?

Vali didn’t move as the angel headed for his bedroom, slipped out, and closed it.

Silence fell over the room. Any second, he’d wake up now. It would be morning, and he’d know no one had been here besides him and Mother. He’d have to clean himself up because he’d probably came in his sleep, and then, he’d feel ashamed for having a wet dream since he wasn’t fourteen anymore.

The cum cooled on his stomach. After another minute, nothing changed. Vali wiggled his wrists to free them entirely from the loosened rope, pulled off the gag, and ran a finger through some of the thick fluid on his stomach. It was cold and had the consistency of his own cum. On a wild impulse, he stuck a finger in his mouth, and he made a noise of surprise.

Since when did cum taste sweet?

He sat up. More cum was all over his cock, his sleep pants were partially yanked down, and he felt like a mess. Why the hell wasn’t he waking up? Was this one of those long dreams that took ages?

Or maybe he wasn’t sleeping. Everything was too real. Or perhaps he was going crazy? Perhaps he’d cum on himself in his sleep and didn’t remember waking up. Or…

There really had been an angel in his room. He picked up the rope on the bed which was certainly solid.

He took off his sleep pants and wiped up the mess the best he could before he went to fumble in his chest of drawers for another pair. Once those were on, he tiptoed into the hall, opened Mother’s door, and peeked in. She was asleep in bed with a book on her chest which wasn’t unusual. The candle was secure in its holder on the stone coaster, so he wasn’t concerned about the house burning down.

The angel hadn’t touched her. It was just him that had been tied up and used like a whore. That made no fucking sense because angels weren’t supposed to be gay. They also weren’t supposed to be having sex with anyone as far as he knew.

He went downstairs, but of course, the house was empty. The angel wasn’t helping himself to their tea or food. He went back up to fetch his lantern.

Once it was lit, he went into the privy room, set it on the edge of the basin, and stared at himself in the looking glass that had a little crack near the top. Even though he’d wiped himself off, he could still see faint streaks on his stomach.

He’d just been forced by an angel. It hadn’t been fake.

And for some reason, he’d enjoyed it.

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“Why are you so quiet?” asked Mother. “What’s wrong?”

Vali shoveled a spoonful of porridge into his mouth. “Nothing.”

What was he supposed to say? “An angel jerked his cock against mine last night. By the way, I enjoyed it. Anyway, how’d you sleep?”

Mother kept gazing at him, and he swallowed. “Nothing’s wrong, Mother.”

She shot him a suspicious look but gave up. Vali kept eating as he tried to organize his thoughts. He’d barely slept last night after the angel incident.

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