Re: Damon + Samandriel
"I wouldn't technically call it throwing myself at you. I still had my clothes on and no fingers went below your waist." Speaking of fingers, Samandriel took over finishing prepping himself now that he was at the better angle for it. He bent and grazed his teeth down Damon's neck again, working his way slowly lower.
He bit sharply at the obvious jut of the other man's hip, warning and play all at once before his mouth moved to much more interesting places. There were few things that the young angel enjoyed more than the heat and girth of a cock in his mouth, pressing at the back of his throat and against his tongue. For all that he was very, very well fucked, it seemed he never got to do this near as much as he wanted to. It meant that Damon benefited from Samandriel's enthusiasm, all pretty little blond eagerness and desire.