Re: In-person: Misha B/Damian W
How are they created, if they are not born? [These details, they were new to Damian, and he did like to know things. But, still, even as the picture was painted in swipes of brush from Misha's tongue, he could not see all of it, and, as of yet, did not fully understand the hierarchy or the wherefores and hows of Heaven.] Is there no one else born of two angels, like you? If they are not meant to have sex, why would they be created with reproductive organs? That seems stupid. You have hormones, or you would not have said organs develop, if you have hormones, you will likely wish to engage sexually. [He was thinking aloud, and he only realized somewhat belatedly that this might perhaps offend Misha. He focused back on Misha's mother.] It does say something, yes. Do you take after your mother more than your father? Is the chromosomal split the same? [He blinked.] You are saying humanity are pawns on a board we do not see, played by hands not our own, even if only through influence. [Damian did not particularly like this idea.
He did not know if he was perhaps making Misha feel badly with this talk. He listened to the boy speak on his foster father, on the man's crimes and perverted proclivities that injured children. He watched Misha as the angel shook his head, then as he thought on the questions of fear.] Do you feel naked now? I cannot tell when the questions are too much and you only feel you must answer. You will tell me when you no longer wish to speak on it. It is fine. I have received pity and disgust for my upbringing from those few who know it. But it is not like yours. Mother expected me to fight back. [This was not said with pity on Damian's part. It was factual recounting. He did feel badly that Misha had had to suffer such, and alone, and he hoped both of his foster parents had (or would) feel their deaths painfully, but that was all.
—He did not know then if Misha's offer was for his distraction or the angel's own. He did want it. The reaction of his dick under pale slacks said as much as it hardened under touch the way flame jumped under gasoline. He sucked his bottom lip briefly, before he said:] Not if you feel you must, or if you feel compelled to do so, because of the topic. I would like you to, but only if you wish to for the act itself. [He smiled slightly, enjoying the brush of thumb and the pressure on his dick, which left him a touch distracted.] Yes. I just did not know if you preferred me fucking you. [He widened his thighs as much as he could where he sat tipped into lap. He shifted, trying to wrap his legs around the angel's waist.] I liked both, though they were very different, sensationally. I know I am not as good as you at fucking you yet. But, I will be. [He believed this. He smiled again.]