“Yes.”
“Pretty big promise, Daddy.”
“It is one I will keep. No matter what.”
While the night sky was an incredible sight, there were barely words to describe how beautiful Sariel was. The stars had made Seymour feel small, but the weight of the emotions in Sariel’s gaze made him feel positively microscopic. Sariel’s eyes were adoring pools of liquid gold, shimmering and swirling, and suddenly the stars weren’t that magical.
Sariel was.
He was an angel, a magnificent and powerful creature, and the soft kiss of moonlight upon his cheeks and lips gave the illusion of his human facade being a marble statue. Gorgeous, yes, but Seymour wanted the monster beneath.
It was the monster who had made him tremble in bliss and touched him in ways he’d never thought possible, and yes…
Had completely captured his heart.
Seymour kissed him, hard and eager, sliding his tongue into Sariel’s mouth. He rolled his hips forward in search of friction, and he groaned when Sariel palmed his ass. “Can we…?”
“What?” Sariel uttered a low sound. “Do you want me right now?”
“Is that safe? What if, uh, we do it like this?” Seymour rocked forward again.
“That may be possible.” Sariel glanced down. “But we may need to hurry.”
“Day just discovered slides. She’ll be busy for at least twenty minutes.”
“You sound very certain.”
“I’m very horny. And there is totally more lube in my pocket.”
Sariel laughed, sounding like his usual self again. “I suppose, if you are confident.”
“Abso-fuckin’-lutely.” Seymour kissed Sariel passionately, daring to reach down into his jeans to fish out one of the lube sachets he’d swiped from the club. “So, how are we—fuck!”
Sariel grabbed him by his arms and held him out, looking very calm for someone who had another person dangling a thousand million feet in the air. “Remove your pants please.”
“Jesus fuck!” Seymour laughed nervously as he unbuckled his pants. He let them drop along with his underwear to his knees. “Okay, we better make sure nothin’ falls out of my pockets—ah, hey!” He flailed as Sariel folded him practically in half, both of his legs going over Sariel’s left shoulder.
Sariel slid his hands over Seymour’s back to help support him. “I have you and also the contents of your pockets. Do not worry.”
Seymour awkwardly braced himself on Sariel’s chest, laughing again. “So, uh, should I just give this to you or…?” He wiggled the lube.
Sariel smiled, and a golden tendril reached out from his back to take the lube. “Here. I will take it.”
“Technically, I’m the one ’bout to take it.”
“Yes, you are.”
Seymour had been expecting a wait in between passing off the lubricant and actual penetration. There were clothes to maneuver, things to adjust and move around, but none of those actually mattered when the lover in question was an angel whose very human face was nothing but a disguise. Before Seymour even had a chance to reply, Sariel’s cock was already pressed up against his asshole.
“Oh!” Seymour grinned. “Wow, okay. Ready to get right to it, huh?”
“You did say we only had approximately twenty minutes,” Sariel reminded him. “I am also perhaps feeling impatient.”
Seymour groaned lightly as the pointed tip of Sariel’s cock breached him. It was steady but not too fast, and he squeezed Sariel’s shoulder. “Oh? R-really? Why is that?”
“Because I want you,” Sariel said as if it was the simplest thing in the world. “You comfort me. You bring me joy. You seeme, and you do not shy away. You run right toward me… You are everything I could ever want, and I have never felt more free than when I am with you.”
Seymour wished he had the words to tell Sariel what that meant to him, but they were lost in his throat and clogged down by a sob. He swallowed hard, smiling until his cheeks hurt, and he whispered, “Yeah. That’s uh, that’s a good answer.”
