Chapter 19 #2
“Jesus fuck!” Seymour laughed nervously as he unbuckled his pants. He let them drop along with his underwear to his knees. “Okay, we better make sure nothin’ falls out of my pockets—ah, hey!” He flailed as Sariel folded him practically in half, both of his legs going over Sariel’s left shoulder.
Sariel slid his hands over Seymour’s back to help support him. “I have you and also the contents of your pockets. Do not worry.”
Seymour awkwardly braced himself on Sariel’s chest, laughing again. “So, uh, should I just give this to you or…?” He wiggled the lube.
Sariel smiled, and a golden tendril reached out from his back to take the lube. “Here. I will take it.”
“Technically, I’m the one ’bout to take it.”
“Yes, you are.”
Seymour had been expecting a wait in between passing off the lubricant and actual penetration.
There were clothes to maneuver, things to adjust and move around, but none of those actually mattered when the lover in question was an angel whose very human face was nothing but a disguise.
Before Seymour even had a chance to reply, Sariel’s cock was already pressed up against his asshole.
“Oh!” Seymour grinned. “Wow, okay. Ready to get right to it, huh?”
“You did say we only had approximately twenty minutes,” Sariel reminded him. “I am also perhaps feeling impatient.”
Seymour groaned lightly as the pointed tip of Sariel’s cock breached him. It was steady but not too fast, and he squeezed Sariel’s shoulder. “Oh? R-really? Why is that?”
“Because I want you,” Sariel said as if it was the simplest thing in the world. “You comfort me. You bring me joy. You see me, and you do not shy away. You run right toward me… You are everything I could ever want, and I have never felt more free than when I am with you.”
Seymour wished he had the words to tell Sariel what that meant to him, but they were lost in his throat and clogged down by a sob. He swallowed hard, smiling until his cheeks hurt, and he whispered, “Yeah. That’s uh, that’s a good answer.”
“It is an honest one.”
“Must be a Cancer thing.”
“Perhaps.” Sariel smiled, tilting his hips so that the tip of his cock slipped in.
“Mmm… Fuck, there we go.” Seymour groaned happily and clung to Sariel. “There it is.”
Sariel thrust gently at first but quickly picked up the pace. His cock pushed in deep, over and over, and the angle of this position felt absolutely fantastic, as well as adding a new level of intimacy. It was the way he held Seymour, as if he was truly the most precious thing in the world…
And yeah, they were still really high up.
So, there was that.
Honestly, Seymour found it oddly thrilling.
The view was amazing, though a fall from this height would be brains splattering on the ground fatal, and that knowledge got his blood pumping to cardiac arrest inducing levels.
Each slam of Sariel’s cock was heightened by those zings of adrenaline coursing through Seymour’s body, and he let himself get loud, moaning out into the night sky.
Sariel never took his eyes off Seymour, his gaze heated but adoring. He seemed to be tracking every twitch to make every second more devastatingly pleasurable than the last, and he adjusted the angle and tempo of his thrusts until Seymour was screaming.
“You are so beautiful,” Sariel whispered. “You are so perfect… You feel amazing. My beautiful, beautiful stella. You are everything to me…” He cradled Seymour tight, pounding into him even faster, their bare skin smacking together. “You are my everything.”
Getting railed above the clouds while an angel continuously cooed such sweet praise had to be the most romantic lay of his entire life.
Seymour whimpered as something curled around his cock, no doubt one of Sariel’s little tendrils. This one stroked him in the same hungry rhythm with which Sariel was fucking him, and there was no way he could hold off.
Not when it was so perfect, so fucking hot, and—
“Sariel!” Seymour howled as his climax hit, delicious sparks dancing down his spine as he spilled between them.
It was slow and pulsing, and every inch of Seymour’s skin buzzed and tingled.
His body felt heavy and full, and he let out a low whine when he felt the hot surge of Sariel’s own load inside of him.
Sariel’s eyes glowed, and he smiled, panting quietly. “That was very enjoyable.”
“Yeah?” Seymour managed a laugh. “We’re gettin’ pretty good at it, huh?”
“I should think so, as much as we are doing it.”
“Pretty sure you’ve ruined me for anybody else.”
“I do not mind.” Sariel managed to look somehow tooth achingly sweet and very smug as he helped Seymour resume their previous position.
Seymour was fine with the manhandling, loved it in fact, and as they cuddled close…
Yup.
Fuck.
Still hard.
Sariel noticed, of course, and a tiny frown pinched his brow. “Were you not satisfied?”
“Oh, I was plenty satisfied.” Seymour chuckled. “Just, uh… You know, fuckin’ in the air is apparently just really hot.”
“Would you like me to take you again?” Sariel’s eyes glittered.
“Fuck yeah, I do, but…”
“What?”
“I wanna see you. You know, the real you.”
“Right now?” Sariel blinked in surprise, but there was a ripple across his cheek. “You desire me… like that?”
“Yeah, Daddy. I want it. All of you.”
“All of me?” Sariel frowned.
“Pretty sure I’ve seen it already. Why? Is there more?”
“Yes, there is more.”
“Then I want it. Bam. Give it to me.” Seymour paused. “You can still fly though, right? You ain’t gonna drop me or nothin’?”
“You are very concerned about that.”
“Easy to say for the guy who can fly.”
“I promise. You are safe.” Sariel smiled as he pressed a soft kiss to Seymour’s lips.
Seymour let his eyes flutter closed, sinking into the warmth of Sariel’s body enveloping his own. He knew from the quivering touch it was Sariel’s true sinewy flesh wrapping all around him, and he felt as if he was floating now. It was dark when he tried to look around, but then there was light.
It was the glow of Sariel’s countless eyes gazing upon him, and Seymour stroked every inch of Sariel that he could reach.
He couldn’t see Sariel’s spinning head or his wings, only this cocoon of slick flesh and bright eyes that currently held him.
The firm press of Sariel’s cock against his ass had him scrambling to arch down and take him back inside.
“Wait.” Sariel’s voice rumbled like thunder, and several of his tendrils curled around Seymour’s wrists to pull his hands away. “Wait, my stella.”
Seymour squirmed. “Daddy, please—”
“Soon.” Sariel sounded like he was smiling, and his flesh moved now to slowly unbuckle Seymour’s belt and open the fly of his jeans. The drag of the zipper was painfully drawn out so that Seymour could hear each individual click of the teeth.
Seymour ached, stunned that Sariel could get him this hot again so quickly.
His skin prickled with sweat, his dick had its own distinct pulse, and his hole clenched and squeezed around nothing, eager for something to fill it once more.
He gasped as Sariel pulled his pants down, exposing his ass, and a thin tendril teased between his cheeks.
“Come on… Daddy,” he pleaded. “Do it.”
“Not yet.”
Seymour pulled against the hold on his wrists, and he groaned as the tendril probed at his hole. “There, that’s it… Please. Please, please, please.”
Sariel made a low sound, almost a hum, and more of his muscular bits slid down the front of Seymour’s pants and underwear. The coils curled around his cock and his balls, giving firm, pulsing squeezes.
Seymour took a deep breath, groaning and bucking up into Sariel’s grip. The tendrils slid over the head of his cock, playing in his precome. He was so wet. He was so fucking hard. He gasped as the pointy tip of a tiny tendril pressed lightly against his slit.
“I wish to be inside you,” Sariel said softly. “Here.”
“Do it.” Seymour groaned. “Just fuckin’ do it.”
“Slowly.”
Seymour grunted in frustration.
“Or not at all.”
Seymour took another big breath, letting himself relax. As soon as he did, the tendril pressed inside his slit. He gasped, startled by the new pressure and the slight burn. He’d had his fair share of urethral sounding before, but never by an angel’s muscle slithery thing.
While also being completely surrounded by said angelic muscle and flying through the sky amongst the clouds.
Yeah, it was pretty damn amazing.
Seymour moaned when Sariel pushed a little deeper, thrusting gently in and out.
He couldn’t tell exactly how deep Sariel was, but the pressure was overwhelming in the best way.
He didn’t know if he needed to piss or come or both at the same time.
He had no idea how to move or what to do other than bask in the intense sensations.
And then the tendril at his hole pushed in.
It was just a tease, a shallow thrust that added to the whirlwind of feelings that left him shaking and his body heavy.
He was already soft and open, and the tendril was able to move in effortlessly.
Sariel was inside his body, each teasing stroke inside his cock and his ass, gentle but firm, and he let out a low groan.
“Daddy… Ah, fuck… Just like that. Just like that.”
Sariel kept up the movements, pushing deeper into Seymour’s cock. The tendril at his hole remained at only a shallow depth, but it was more than enough to push Seymour right to the edge.
He wanted to scream.
Definitely wanted to fucking come again.
Seymour rocked his hips, trying to push at the tendril in his dick. “Pl-please. Please, Daddy.”
Sariel sighed. “Please what?”
“Fuck my cock,” Seymour pleaded. “Fuck my cock, fuckin’ please.”
Sariel growled, and the tendril immediately thrust faster.