There likely wasn’t a person alive that could resist the sight and sounds of the man beneath him when he begged, and if there was it wasn’t a person worth knowing. It was beautiful, nearly as much as the lips it had come from and Michael was only too happy not to torment him by holding back now that they were so close. When he was satisfied with how ready Samandriel was he withdrew his fingers, both of his hands going to those slim hips really just to give him something to hold onto as he thrust slowly into that angelic body below him.
He let out a low moan and a soft ‘fuck’, needing to breathe a moment before he moved inside him, managing to force himself into a rhythm of long, full thrusts, refusing to lose himself yet. One hand left that smaller hip, Michael somehow managed to have the brainpower to squeeze what was left from the tiny lube bottle into the palm of his hand before taking the glorious cock before him in hand to stroke in time with his thrusts. He also couldn’t resist those lips any longer and before he realized it he was leaning over that smaller body to kiss him even as he gasped for breath.
Michael fucked like he trained. Being on his back like this for the archangel was so much like learning forms and swordplay and all the ways to dodge and block he never thought he'd need. Samandriel knew exactly how patient and demanding an instructor and partner Michael could be. For a moment, just a sliver of a breath as he lost himself in kissing and the methodical way Michael fucked him into the mattress, he couldn't keep his wings away any longer. They stretched and curled in towards the both of him before they were gone just as quickly. "Harder," Samandriel gasped, "more. Please, Michael. Wanna come so hard for you."
Unable and unwilling to resist those pleas one arm shot up, holding hard to the headboard, forehead coming to rest against Samandriel as he gave him what he was asking for. The thrusts grew faster and more forceful, the hand stroking his cock speeding up as well, even though every moment of his hips and his hands suggested a level of control over himself that even the archangel would be proud of. The urge was there, to really let loose, to use the body he was buried in for his own pleasure without concern for if he damaged him or not, but he resisted. He wasn’t cruel, he didn’t want to hurt Samandriel in fact he wanted him to come hard, and to feel him shudder around him. For now he was still that mostly tender lover who was beginning to wonder how he had managed to last so long.
Hands scrambling against Michael just to keep his balance (which was an odd concept on his back as he was, but he really didn’t want to end up smacking his head on the headboard with the force that Michael was fucking into him,) there was nothing he could do to stop himself from coming. The young angel cried out loudly as he came, shuddering and clinging hard to the eventual angel above him, nails biting into skin. Home. Michael felt like home the same ways that Lucifer and Castiel both did, like there were little pieces of him in all of them and he needed the rest of his kind as much as humanity needed air and water. Samandriel wasn’t a solitary creature, and the existence he’d led up to meeting Lucifer had been very much that.
Michael grit his teeth hard but it didn’t stop the loud groan that rumbled low in his throat as he came hard, hips slowing until he was utterly spent and gasping for air. He wanted to collapse on to that smaller frame and curl up in that warm, pain-free and content feeling that washed over him, but it wasn’t to be just yet. That hand on the headboard, knuckles still white from grasping it so hard, finally let go and came to rest on the bed next to Samandriel’s head, keeping his full weight off him as he allowed himself to take a surprisingly tender kiss from those sweet lips between breaths. It took a lot of effort to free himself from the angel but he managed, leaving that beautiful body for a moment to see to discarding the condom before returning to the bed.