“And you will have me,” Sariel said firmly.
“Please.”
“Not yet.” Sariel continued to rub his cock around Seymour’s asshole, and he only allowed the very tip to slide inside. Given its tapered shape, it wasn’t much and hardly anything more than another tease.
Seymour tried rocking his hips back, but Sariel stopped him by pressing his hand into the small of Seymour’s spine. Seymour squirmed, both loving and hating how easily Sariel could pin him like this. It made the act of submission sweeter, as he knew there was no way he’d ever overpower an angel but still trusted his pleasure to Sariel completely.
Even if he was being an awful cock tease right now.
Seymour figured begging wouldn’t do him any good, so he decided on a different tactic. He closed his eyes and relaxed, surrendering without another word. He let his mind drift with everything and nothing, and he could feel Sariel shudder against him.
Ha, there.
Sariel nuzzled the back of Seymour’s neck, his breath hot against Seymour’s skin as he whispered, “Good boy.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” Seymour smiled. “That’s what I want. To be good for you.”
“And you are. So very, very good.” Sariel kissed the side of Seymour’s neck. “I am going to fuck you now. Hard and fast, like you wanted. Can you be a good boy and stay quiet?”
“Yes, sir.” Seymour licked his lips, his heart skipping a beat.
He didn’t actually know if he could or not, but he was damn sure going to try.
“Good boy.” Sariel kissed Seymour once more and then slammed his cock inside in one smooth, quick thrust.
“Ah—” Seymour had to slap his hand over his mouth, startled by the rough slam. His eyes rolled back as his body throbbed, and his toes curled down in his boots. Going from so muchteasing to being stuffed full created a wondrous ache, and staying quiet was going to be next to impossible.
Sariel thrust again, setting a devastating pace that plastered Seymour flat against the wall.
Seymour bit down on the side of his hand, panting in short bursts to avoid groaning like an absolute whore. Sariel’s cock was thick, relentless, and Seymour’s feet came off the ground every other slam from the sheer force of them. With the way Sariel’s wings flapped, Seymour thought they might actually take to the air.
“You take me so well,” Sariel murmured. “Such a good boy. Such a very good boy.”
Seymour didn’t trust himself to reply without screaming, but he arched his hips back and clenched down on Sariel’s cock.
It drew a delightful hiss from Sariel, and his hands almost instantly dissolved into coils of thick muscle.
They snaked all over Seymour’s body and held him tight as Sariel kept fucking him into the wall. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the glow of Sariel’s true form bleeding through as his human disguise withered away.
Fuck, Seymour loved that.
Knowing that he could get Sariel to lose control was a unique thrill he knew no other partner would ever be able to offer him, and it was as heady as it was addictive.
Sariel growled low, stepping back and dragging Seymour with him.
Seymour yelped as he was now forced to bend over and brace himself against the wall, grateful the stall was big enough to maneuver around some. Given the sheer size of the monsters he’d seen, it did make sense for them to have giant bathrooms. He shifted his feet to prepare for Sariel to keep going, but what he got was a hard smack on his ass. “Hey!”
“I told you to be quiet,” Sariel reminded him.
Seymour gritted his teeth. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
Sariel popped the other side, a quick whip of his muscular bits.
The burn was hot, throbbing deliciously, and Seymour replied by flexing his muscles around Sariel’s cock.
Sariel groaned in surprise, and he trembled. “Ah…”
“What was that, Daddy?” Seymour asked innocently.
