If Samandriel didn't know any better, he would've sworn that Carrick was trying to breed him, fucking him like a bitch in heat. Still hard and somehow bloodier than he was before, as soon as Carrick was spent, the angel fell silent, some part of him desperate for whatever comfort might come next, the other needing to come more than he ever had before at any point in his life.
He let himself cry and waited for Carrick to decide what he was going to do with him. There was nothing else for it.