Mitchell did his best to keep things slow, not wanting to rush through Samandriel's first real sexual experience. He wanted to give the angel the full range of sensations, to let him figure out what he liked, so he varied his kisses, moved his mouth to trace a line down his jaw, his throat, placing a reverential kiss at the center of his scar. His hands, too, he kept varied, gripping his cock tight, and loose, stroking him slow, and fast.
"Don't hold back," he urged. "Let go, Sam. I've got you."