“Ah, I understand.” Sariel smiled. “My preference has always been to give.”
Thank fuck.
“Okay.” Seymour nodded. “Now it’s just tradin’ labs.”
Sariel stared again.
“Labs? Testing? As in, when was the last time?” Seymour realized by Sariel’s confusion he needed to spell it out for him. “When was the last time you got tested for STIs? Or do monsters not gotta worry about monster gonorrhea?”
“Oh!” Sariel shook his head. “Those from the Celestial are impervious to human disease.”
“Okay, what about Celestial diseases?”
“There are none that I know of.”
“All right, so?—”
“We can be afflicted by some rare curses, however. A few poisons, potions, and of course, the bonds of a demonic deal.”
Seymour laughed. “Got it. Okay, but we’re fine to do this without, uh, protection?”
“My home is very safe.”
“Without a condom.”
“Oh!” Sariel blushed furiously. “Yes. But I do believe a safe word may be needed.”
“You like it kinky, Daddy?”
“I am not sure what qualifies.” Sariel caressed Seymour’s cheek. “But I have frightened previous partners.”
“Why? Is this about you bein’ a not so secret Daddy?”
“I do enjoy being in charge, but as I become more passionate… I may also appear more monstrous.”
“But I’ve already seen you.” Seymour thought about how Sariel’s skin appeared to writhe, and then he wasn’t so sure. “Haven’t I?”
“Not all of me.” Sariel looked at their joined hands. “I do not want to scare you, Seymour. I wish to only bring you pleasure.”
“I trust you.” Seymour surprised himself with how easy that was to say.
He’d gone to bed with people he’d only known for a few hours. If he was being honest with himself, those couplings had served only to seek a momentary and brief satisfaction. Some of his partners, while beautiful, he hadn’t even really liked that much.
But Sariel…
Sariel was something else.
And Seymour wanted him more than anything.
Seymour kissed him, eager and passionate, and he dug his fingers into Sariel’s hair. It was soft, thick, and he gave it a small tug just to hear Sariel moan in surprise. It was thrilling to know he could get to Sariel like that—he had a literalangelmoaning for him, and nothing had ever sounded so sweet.
Sariel growled suddenly, and he threw Seymour into the middle of the bed.
Holy fuck.
Sariel climbed on top of him to pin him in place, his eyes bright. “Safe word, Seymour.”
“Yes, sir.” Seymour grinned as his heart thumped. “How aboutcherub?”
