Chapter 6 #2
“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 himself being 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 be convulsing.
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 a monster.
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—
“Slow down,” Sariel growled, his voice low and otherworldly.
Seymour inhaled, sharp and sudden, his heart about to thump out of his chest from the firm order.
He stared at Sariel, transfixed by how his eyes had morphed into golden pools.
His irises had melted until each one was entirely consumed by rich, glittery color.
They truly appeared liquid, shimmering and vibrant, and Seymour had never seen anything so incredible.
He kissed Sariel again, but softer this time.
Sariel rewarded him with a firm squeeze, their hips grinding together in steady rolls. He was leading them now, guiding the kiss with deep presses and flicks of his hot tongue, and Seymour moaned eagerly.
He wanted to do what Sariel said, the desire to obey outweighing the urge for release. Submission would no doubt bring more pleasure, and how quickly his brain got on board with that was startling. He trusted Sariel to take care of him, to give him everything he needed—
“Meow?”
Seymour pulled back so fast that his head smacked into the wall. He hissed in pain, lashes fluttering as he tried to focus on who had interrupted them.
Oh.
Oh.
It was Day, standing there with her arms crossed and looking extremely unimpressed.
“Right.” Seymour coughed. From the side of his mouth, he mumbled, “Thought you were watching her?”
“Ah.” Sariel grimaced. “I may have been distracted.”
“Ya’ think?”
Day shook her head and meowed, rolling her eyes.
“Okay, uh. Give us just one sec, okay? We were, uh…” Seymour cleared his throat. “Discussing strategy! Yeah! Lots of strategy. And we, we still need to…”
Day arched a brow. “Meow?”
Seymour would sooner die than tell the tiny cat girl that he couldn’t pull away from Sariel right now because his dick was harder than a damn diamond.
“We apologize for the delay,” Sariel said smoothly. “I promise there is a large quantity of milk in your future.”
Day’s ear flicked, but she nodded. She huffed a little and then turned around, marching back out of the bathroom. It sounded like she was mumbling to herself, but it was impossible to understand a word of her meows.
If Seymour had to guess, however, they sounded extremely judgmental.
“So, uh.” Seymour smoothed his hands through his hair and then reached down to adjust himself. “To be continued?”
Sariel touched his lower lip, his smile dipping. “We should not have done that.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know it wasn’t great when we had Day out there, but I sorta got caught up—”
“The circumstances are irrelevant.” Sariel shook his head. “I should not have lost control. We…” He gestured between them. “This cannot be.”
“Why? ’Cause of your shitty ass boss, right?”
“Yes, because of my shitty ass boss.”
“Yeah, well, we’ll just fuckin’ see ’bout him.” Seymour cupped Sariel’s cheek, kissing him once more.
It was just as hot and thrilling as before, though he kept this one brief. He wanted Sariel to pin him back against the wall and tear his clothes off, but that was going to have to wait.
They did have a very thirsty kitty cat to tend to.
Sariel hugged Seymour close. “I do not understand what we need to see.”
“It means we’re gonna deal with him later.” Seymour shrugged. “That’s all.”
“That sounds very unwise.”
“I think it sounds like what an Aries would do.” Seymour cracked a grin, thumbing along Sariel’s jaw. “Guy I got a thing for is in a bad spot, so I wanna help him out.”
“Who is the guy?” Sariel’s lashes fluttered. “Wait, am I the guy?”
“Yes. You’re the guy.”
“And the thing?”
“I like you.”
Sariel’s cheeks pinked up, but he looked away. “We should go.”
Seymour frowned, protesting, “Yeah, but we’re still gonna talk about this. I don’t care about Mr. Heiss—”
“Has your erection subsided?”
“It would subside a lot faster if we finished what the fuck we started up on the wall,” Seymour retorted.
“I do not believe that to be true.”
“Whatever.”
Sariel headed to the door.
Seymour caught his hand. “Hey, wait just one sec, okay?”
“What is it?” Sariel turned to peer curiously at him.
“I do really like you.” Seymour smiled warmly. “And while goin’ to some crazy ass faerie circus and fightin’ Godzilla and all that isn’t exactly what I had in mind for today, I’m real glad I did it with you.”
Sariel’s face shifted into a darker shade of pink. “I…”
“Still really hot when you get bossy.” Seymour winked. “Daddy.”
Sariel let out an odd squeak, promptly fleeing out of the bathroom as fast as he could.
Seymour grinned.
He did wonder where Sariel’s earlier confidence had evaporated off to, but he had a pretty good feeling that he could help him coax it back.
Just not inside a bathroom.
Seymour got in line at the counter, glancing around to see where Sariel and Day were.
Sariel was on his way back up the stairs, likely to their table. He glanced over his shoulder at Seymour, smiled sweetly, and then flushed when he realized Seymour was looking at him too.
Seymour grinned.
Sariel whirled around to finish his dash up the stairs, and Seymour thought he spotted a brief glimmer of a halo.
Maybe he’d imagined it.
Now where was Day?
“Meow!”
Seymour looked down at his feet. “Oh, hey, kitty girl.”
Day reached up and kneaded the air, her eyes wide.
“Uh. Right.” Seymour kneeled as if checking his shoes, but really it was the only thing he could think of to scoop up a cat no one else could see. He cradled her against his chest, whispering, “There. Better?”
“Meow.” Day purred and nuzzled at his neck.
Seymour smiled, giving her a little scratch.
Yes, he probably did look insane, but he couldn’t not cuddle the adorable kitty cat girl.
Who was invisible.
Also incredibly powerful.
Ate Godzilla that one time.
Which literally happened only a short while ago, and the crunching still rang in the back of Seymour’s head…
Seymour gulped and hugged Day a little tighter.