And so Hermes did, shifting to nudge Samandriel onto his front, preferring to prove just how skilled he was by getting such a pretty young thing all worked up without needing to make any contact with his most sensitive areas.
He mapped him with feather light kisses, learning his whole body with lips and the very tip of his nose. Down the backs of his thighs and to his heels. For now, he ignored the tight pucker of the boy's ass as he rolled him over, pleased with all the little gasps and sighs he was pulling from him. Even more pleased with the length and girth of what the man didn't nearly seem to have when he was soft. It was really a shame that Carrick likely wouldn't let him ride that cock. He had to know how much of a bottom the boy was, how much it would distress him to be like that for anyone.
He kissed his way back up his legs, grazing teeth lightly against the inside of his thigh before skipping the desperate parts entirely and moving up to his stomach.
Whatever the angel was, he didn't want his nipples touched, and so Hermes at least respected that as his tongue traced lines of tendon up the elegant length of his neck.
The eager kiss he had returned to him, tentative fingers all over his body was more than he'd expected. He allowed it to last for a few moments, stealing the pleasure of the taste of the young man's mouth. When he broke it (with a smaller, more delicate kiss that was just for him,) he slipped back down Samandriel's body.
The low groan he was rewarded with as he took that delicious cock into his mouth all the way to the root with not a moment of hesitation made so much of this worth it. As he pulled up off of the boy, he looked up at his Master, still stroking that beautiful cock. "May I ride him, Master? Would it please you to watch me take my pleasure of him as well?" The angel was already whining and half desperate, obviously not okay with penetrating anyone, but needing too much to protest against it.
He smirked down at Samandriel. "Poor dear's never gotten his dick properly wet. It seems such a shame to not completely debauch him while you have him." And Carrick sure as hell wasn't going to bottom for anyone save his werewolf. "You stopped thinking in whatever it was, lovely. So desperate and delightful in that head of yours. You should share it with the rest of us. He'll have you singing his praises before the night's through. Probably before breakfast even."