“Luke . . .” he groaned, dick pulsing.
Cum landed on my tongue. I took every drop, swallowing, lips and tongue still moving in slow passes as he shook apart above me.
When I’d milked the last tremors from his body, I released him with care, letting the head of his cock slip from between my lips with a soft, final kiss, and stood to meet him.
“Easy there,” I murmured, gathering him close as his knees buckled.
Arms winding around me, he pressed his face into my neck, while I kissed the top of his head.
“Holy fuck,” he exclaimed. “That was... how did you... how the hell are you so good at that?”
“Beginner’s luck?”
“If that was luck, then I need you playing the lottery immediately.”
“Pretty sure I already hit the jackpot,” I murmured into his hair. “In the form of the brilliant, gorgeous man currently melting in my arms.”
“Jesus, Luke, I get that turning me to applesauce is your MO, but let a guy recover from his post-orgasmic bliss before you start saying things like that. I can barely stand as it is.”
“No promises,” I said, grinning as I eased him down to sit on the edge of the tub. “These things just come out.”
Shedding my clothes, I switched on the water, testing the warmth with my wrist. “C’mon, angel.”
He stood, a little unsteady, still a little dazed, hanging in the afterglow of what we’d shared. I guided him toward the shower. Once inside, I reached for the shampoo and poured a generous dollop into my palm. “Turn around for me, would you?”
He obeyed, his back facing me. I stepped in close and pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck.
The moment my fingers sank into his hair, working the shampoo into a gentle lather, a soft and loose sigh slipped from his lips, dissolving into a quiet hum.
I took my time. Long, lazy circles over his scalp. Gentle scritches with my nails. My thumbs sweeping behind his ears, tracing the curve of his skull. “You have the best hair,” I murmured. “It’s like silk and clouds had a baby.”
He let out a soft, sleepy chuckle that melted into another hum as he leaned back into me. I pressed a kiss to his shoulder, following the line of his spine with my hand.
“I think I might need you to pinch me again,” he said.
I nipped his ear, smiling against his skin. “This is real, angel. I promise.”
“I like when you call me that.”
“Angel?”
“Yes. I’ve never had a pet name before. Not one that felt good, anyway. It’s... nice.”
I turned him to face me and kissed each cheek, then the center of his forehead. “That’s how you looked to me the night I saw you at Opal and Obsidian. Otherworldly. Like an angel who fell by accident.”
“If it led me here to you, it can’t have been a mistake,” he whispered.
“Wow, Ollie. Are you trying to turn me into applesauce now?”
His lips curved. “Seems only fair.”
“I suppose I’ll allow it,” I murmured, picking up the body wash and smoothing the lather over the elegant slope of his shoulder, and down his back.
Turning him, I began to clean his front.
Oliver’s lashes fluttered, his eyes falling shut. His arms wound around my waist. “Mm this is nice,” he murmured. “I think it might be my final form.”
“A stunning transformation. From radiant human to pampered puddle.”
