“Well, whatever it is.” Seymour beamed. “We make it through this bullshit, I would still love to take you to get that coffee.”
“We are at the coffee shop now.” Sariel managed a little smile. “I would say you succeeded.”
Seymour laughed. “Yeah, but I had plans.”
“Plans?”
“Uh-huh. For what I was gonna do after we got that coffee.” Seymour glanced over Sariel’s lips, his pulse fluttering wildly.
Sariel appeared startled. “Seymour?”
“We’d drink that coffee, chat for a while, probably hours, all about the stars and bakin’ stuff…” Seymour could feel himselfbeing drawn in closer, as if the very air between them was charged, and he touched Sariel’s chest, savoring the frantic thrum of his heart that nearly outpaced his own. “And maybe I’d ask to kiss you.”
Sariel’s eyes shimmered like liquid gold, bright and incredible, and he laid a hand over Seymour’s on his chest. “What makes you think I would not ask you first?”
Seymour swallowed hard, lingering adrenaline and desire flooding his core. Sariel’s touch was hot, his skin soft, and they were only a breath away from their lips touching. “That’s true. You are pretty bossy.”
“Perhaps I am a Taurus.”
“Are they the bossy ones?”
“Yes.” Sariel laughed. “They are also happy. I am happy I am here with you. I wish…” His smile faded, and he started to pull away. “I wish I could ask you that question, I wish I could know your answer, but I?—”
“Yes.” Seymour kissed him.
Sariel tensed, his wings out and fluttering judging by the sudden gust of wind.
Seymour held the kiss, determined to hold on until Sariel either pushed him away or otherwise stopped it. This beautiful fire had to mean something, and he had to believe Sariel felt it too.
He was tired of chasing those brief flames—he wanted the full inferno right now.
Sariel was apparently on the same page.
Seymour gasped as his back hit the wall. He hadn’t even registered Sariel picking him up, but now Sariel’s arms were around him, lifting him as if he weighed nothing. He grabbed at Sariel’s shoulder and got a handful of his curls, thrusting his tongue into Sariel’s mouth.
Sariel was hot, feverish, and the press of his mouth was positively scalding. Seymour couldn’t get enough of Sariel’s broad body pressing against his own, and the friction was delicious. He couldn’t remember having a partner who could manhandle him so effortlessly, but then again…
He’d never had one who wasn’t human either.
Seymour curled his legs around Sariel’s hips, and he sought out his wings, eager to touch and explore. The feathers were velvety soft and eerily cool compared to the rest of Sariel’s simmering flesh. The muscle where they attached was firm, powerful, and Seymour loved how Sariel shivered as he stroked there.
Oh, he wasn’t just shivering.
Sariel’s entire body seemed to beconvulsing.
His skin rippled beneath the fabric of his suit, strange masses bulging out and betraying his true form. Seymour couldn’t explain why, but the sensation was even more thrilling than the soft brush of Sariel’s wings. It cemented the knowledge that Sariel wasn’t just some pretty guy with a halo—he was amonster.
Beautiful and otherworldly, a creature whose true form was literally bursting at the seams because of Seymour.
Seymour had done that.
Plain, simple ol’ Seymour had an actual angel losing himself because of his kiss, his touch, his everything.
And fuck, Seymour wanted some more of that.
He bucked his hips forward to seek out more friction, his cock growing hard and straining against his jeans. He grabbed Sariel’s hair again with one hand and reached inside his jacket with the other, clawing at Sariel’s shirt. He was desperate to feel bare skin, and he grunted as Sariel rolled his body forward, grinding hard.
Seymour gasped, out of breath but desperate to keep the kiss going. He wanted more. He needed fucking something. He needed relief from the tension in his loins, he needed to see stars and fuckin’ have release. He needed to?—
