Seymour’s cock bobbed and twitched in time with the frantic thump of his heart, and he dug his fingers into the blankets. He spread his legs, an invitation, and took himself in hand to squeeze down around his balls. “Well, here we?—”
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
Seymour grunted, letting go immediately. “No, sir. I’m sorry. I just want you so fuckin’ bad.”
“You will have me. When I am ready for you to.” Sariel moved over Seymour to claim a deep kiss.
Seymour wrapped his arms around Sariel’s neck, hooking his legs over his hips. He loved feeling the full length of Sariel’s bare torso pressing against his own, so hot and firm, and he did his best to resist grinding like a horny teenager. It was nearly impossible with how Sariel kissed him, so he let himself have one teeny, tiny moment of rutting.
Sariel growled.
Seymour instantly stilled, his breath catching in the back of his throat.
Fuck.
Sariel pulled away then, slinking down Seymour’s body as he taunted, “Simply couldn’t help yourself, could you?”
“No, sir.” Seymour grinned. “Does this mean I’m gettin’ punished?”
“Yes. Yes, it does.” Sariel settled between Seymour’s thighs and pushed them apart. He dove forward, swallowing Seymour’s cock down to his balls in a single swoop.
“Fuck!” Seymour grunted and clenched his teeth.
Sariel’s mouth was nearly scalding, the suction bordering on painful in the best way, and Seymour was having trouble figuring out how this was a punishment.
There was a faintcrack, and Seymour felt Sariel’s mouth down at his taint even as he continued to swallow down every inch of his cock. It was as if Sariel had two mouths now—or maybe it was two mouths inside one set of lips? The sensation was impossible and strange, but there were definitely two tongues.
One curling around his dick and the other lapping at his hole.
Holy fucking hell.
Or should that beheaven?
Seymour let out a moan he didn’t even know he was capable of making, and he strained to get a better look at what Sariel was doing. It appeared to be a normal enough blow job from his current perspective, though there was no way that Sariel could have also been tongue-fucking his hole at the same time. He noticed then there was also a distinct lack of teeth, as if whatever Sariel’s mouth had become was nothing but smooth flesh.
It was incredible.
He’d never experienced anything so perfect and blissful, and the sensations only grew as Sariel’s tongue breached him. There was only pressure, slick and perfect, and he gasped, letting his legs fall apart in hopes of urging Sariel deeper.
“Fuck yeah, Daddy,” Seymour murmured as he grabbed the pillow behind his head. “It’s good. It’s so fuckin’ good.”
Sariel kept sucking Seymour down, the tongue there teasing around his slit and laving the head with relentless pressure. The other tongue continued to thrust and writhe inside of Seymour, and it was growing thicker by the second.
The new stretch was intoxicating, and Seymour found it happening at such a steady pace that it was easy to relax andopen up. The tension grew at the same rate, simmering and sweet, and he was already certain he was about to come.
That was fine. He could probably have a second orgasm, especially if Sariel’s dick was even half as good as his mouth.
Mouths?
Mouth with two tongues?
Magical angel tongue mouth.
Whatever.
Seymour let out a very undignified squeal of delight as Sariel proved just how magical he was by curling the lower half of his tongue right against Seymour’s prostate while the remainder swirled in firm circles all along his inner walls. The pressure had reached a boiling point, his loins ached, and he was right on the edge.
“Sariel,” he warned. “I’m gonna… Fuck, I’m gonna…!”
