“Daddy can have whatever he wants.”
“Damn right.”
Seymour gasped as Sariel shoved his head between his thighs, the golden rings of Sariel’s angel body taking form. Seymour lifted his legs, groaning as the backs of his thighs were treated to the teasing roll of those rings, hot and weird and wonderful.
There was a tongue, or at least an approximation of one, now lapping at Seymour’s hole. It defied logic for how it could protrude through the spinning rings without getting caught, but it was thick and wet, and Seymour bucked up against it with a needy moan. Having a monster boyfriend did come with some exciting bedroom adventures, but this would be a first.
Like really. How was his tongue not being chopped into bits? How did that even work?
Seymour stopped caring once the slippery muscle dove inside of him, and he groaned, rocking down to encourage it deeper. He fucked himself on it like a toy until Sariel grabbed his hips to still him.
“Not yet,” Sariel warned.
“Daddy, c’mon,” Seymour protested. “I want it.”
“And you shall have it. When I desire it.” Sariel sounded like he was smiling, though his tongue did thrust faster.
The new speed offered bursts of pleasure that had Seymour whimpering for more, and his cock ached. The swirl of Sariel’s tongue was without comparison, and it twisted against his inner walls until his legs shook. He wanted to come, to get off fast and hard right now so Sariel could make him bust again later.
Sariel, however, seemed intent on torturing him.
Tendrils of gleaming muscle extended from Sariel’s body to grab Seymour and hold him in place, including one curling around the base of his cock and down behind his balls.
The tension increased the pressure to levels of madness that Seymour wanted relief from and simultaneously wanted to last forever. He struggled against Sariel’s hold simply for the rush of being held tighter, riding that delicious high as his body stretched around Sariel’s fantastic tongue.
The rings of Sariel’s head spun faster, now creating a powerful vibration that resonated through his tongue and lips—were there lips? Something was pressed against Seymour’s taint and teasing by his balls, but it was too difficult to focus. It felt good, and that was all that mattered.
“Fuck!” Seymour grunted and writhed, certain that his balls had their very own pulse now. He was hot all over, trembling now, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take.
God, it was so good…
But fuck, coming would be better.
“Daddy,” Seymour pleaded. “I need you. Come on… I am gonna lose my fuckin’ mind.”
“You have me. Always.” Sariel withdrew and then crawled upward on top of him. His muscles remained intertwined around Seymour’s body, and the one on Seymour’s dick gave a little squeeze. All of his many eyes were fixated on Seymour, squinting a little as if he was smiling. “I love you.”
“I love you.” Seymour cracked a little grin. “Love your dick too.”
“You also have that.” Sariel chuckled as he reached for the lube to get his cock ready. He draped himself over Seymour, his body devolving into a warm wall of golden muscle. He was all around Seymour now, slick down to the root and pressing inside, and groaning softly at the fantastic connection.
Seymour groaned too, breathing through the ache and savoring every second of the slick slide. He loved the warmth of Sariel’s muscles, and the weight was weirdly comforting. He knew he was safe, he was loved, and he could be as loud as he wanted to be when Sariel finally started to move.
Steady thrusts at first, deep and slow, so that Seymour could feel the drag and enjoy each and every tingle of stimulation. But then faster, harder, until the friction created blinding levels of bliss and Seymour cried out with every slam. He clenched around Sariel’s dick just to feelmore, and he greedily grinded his ass down because he loved hearing Sariel moan.
It was fantastic—the sex always was—but then there was something new…
Sariel’s head pushed through the sea of wriggling muscle right in front of Seymour’s face, his eyes bright and glowing.
“Holy shit, that’s freaky,” Seymour managed to croak between moans.
Sariel pouted. “I thought you said you missed kissing me when we were intimate.”
“I do! It’s—” Seymour laughed and then groaned, as it caused his body to tense. “Mm, it’s fine… Come here. Kiss me, Daddy.”
Sariel lunged forward and crashed their lips together.
Seymour hadn’t thought their connection could be more passionate.
