“It is an honest one.”
“Must be a Cancer thing.”
“Perhaps.” Sariel smiled, tilting his hips so that the tip of his cock slipped in.
“Mmm… Fuck, there we go.” Seymour groaned happily and clung to Sariel. “There it is.”
Sariel thrust gently at first but quickly picked up the pace. His cock pushed in deep, over and over, and the angle of this position felt absolutely fantastic, as well as adding a new level of intimacy. It was the way he held Seymour, as if he was truly the most precious thing in the world…
And yeah, they were still really high up.
So, there was that.
Honestly, Seymour found it oddly thrilling. The view was amazing, though a fall from this height would be brains splattering on the ground fatal, and that knowledge got his blood pumping to cardiac arrest inducing levels. Each slam of Sariel’s cock was heightened by those zings of adrenaline coursing through Seymour’s body, and he let himself get loud, moaning out into the night sky.
Sariel never took his eyes off Seymour, his gaze heated but adoring. He seemed to be tracking every twitch to make every second more devastatingly pleasurable than the last, and he adjusted the angle and tempo of his thrusts until Seymour was screaming.
“You are so beautiful,” Sariel whispered. “You are so perfect… You feel amazing. My beautiful, beautifulstella. You are everything to me…” He cradled Seymour tight, pounding into him even faster, their bare skin smacking together. “Youaremy everything.”
Getting railed above the clouds while an angel continuously cooed such sweet praise had to be the most romantic lay of his entire life.
Seymour whimpered as something curled around his cock, no doubt one of Sariel’s little tendrils. This one stroked him in the same hungry rhythm with which Sariel was fucking him, and there was no way he could hold off.
Not when it was so perfect, so fucking hot, and?—
“Sariel!” Seymour howled as his climax hit, delicious sparks dancing down his spine as he spilled between them. It was slow and pulsing, and every inch of Seymour’s skin buzzed and tingled. His body felt heavy and full, and he let out a low whine when he felt the hot surge of Sariel’s own load inside of him.
Sariel’s eyes glowed, and he smiled, panting quietly. “That was very enjoyable.”
“Yeah?” Seymour managed a laugh. “We’re gettin’ pretty good at it, huh?”
“I should think so, as much as we are doing it.”
“Pretty sure you’ve ruined me for anybody else.”
“I do not mind.” Sariel managed to look somehow tooth achingly sweet and very smug as he helped Seymour resume their previous position.
Seymour was fine with the manhandling, loved it in fact, and as they cuddled close…
Yup.
Fuck.
Still hard.
Sariel noticed, of course, and a tiny frown pinched his brow. “Were you not satisfied?”
“Oh, I was plenty satisfied.” Seymour chuckled. “Just, uh… You know, fuckin’ in the air is apparently just really hot.”
“Would you like me to take you again?” Sariel’s eyes glittered.
“Fuck yeah, I do, but…”
“What?”
“I wanna see you. You know, the real you.”
“Right now?” Sariel blinked in surprise, but there was a ripple across his cheek. “You desire me… like that?”
