“You went to war. You knew what you were signing up for,” Samandriel said softly. He pulled back enough to look up into those pale eyes again. Just because he was an angel didn’t mean that he couldn’t employ logic in the face of a guy who knew what the deal was when he signed his papers. Besides protecting soldiers wasn’t his job and the longer he could stay out of any fight, the better it would be for everyone. Imagination was meant for art, but if he flew off the handle he could be an utterly terrifying weapon. He knew the potential was there and had worked his whole life to avoid it.
“You know you can’t break me, right? That you’re allowed to be something other than gentle with me? I’m not some ancient relic here. Well...I am, but if you don’t want to be all flowers and romance tender like that I’m not going to deny you some teeth on skin and feather pulling.” He’d actually really encourage it. The scrape of blunt nails on skin was particularly nice especially back where he couldn’t properly reach.
“I was trying to be… Respectful? Reverent? Whatever the proper word is that doesn’t involve prostrating myself at your feet. I never saw myself as the wholly submissive type.” He did as he was told at home then in the marines, but only ever by superiors who had genuine power over him. “But I’ve never been much of a romantic either. I just… You’re so much more than…” for once he was struggling to find the words simply because he was having a hard time explaining it not because his brain wasn’t allowing him to form the right words. “You’re something else, something wonderful and mighty and I- I know you are the same as you always were but I feel I should treat you better than I had.”
Those last few words out of Michael’s mouth hit all the right-wrong nerves in Samandriel. He knew he’d never stand a chance at getting them from the angel that Michael would become, so he’d take them here. He didn’t think Michael had ever once called him wonderful and mighty, had ever looked at him as anything other than a disappointment and perhaps a potential traitor to be watched or pitied. Then again, he could have been reading those looks all wrong. It didn’t matter. That was then and this was now. All he could do in response to that was kiss Michael deeply, draw him close and arch against him like there was nothing in the world outside that room. He didn’t want Michael to be submissive at all. Topping was something that felt so very wrong to him. He liked the act of being claimed, of finding the strange inherent power in allowing someone to do that to him.
The kiss was far closer to what had passed between them the last time they were together rather than anything they’d shared that night. Teeth scraped against Michael’s lower lip, a very explicit desire for him to screw the pedestal and just touch him like they both wanted him to.
It took him by surprise but Michael wasn’t complaining. He wasn’t sure what part of that had earned him that reaction, or if the angel had just wanted to shut him up, but he was going to have to remember it for later if this was the reaction he was going to get. Once he did realize what was going on he returned that kiss, the hand that had been behind his head moving down his back to the base of his wings, lightly scraping dull fingernails over them in the same way Samandriel had done to his lips with his teeth.
He had been listening when he said they were sensitive and since he had been invited to touch them he was going to test that for himself. How often was he going to get to have the chance to play with them after all? Angel or not, Michael knew it wasn’t going to last so he was going to enjoy it while he could.
The young angel couldn’t help but moan at the feel of fingernails dragging against the smaller feathers at the roots of his wings. He broke the kiss to give Michael a necessary chance to breathe. His shirt came off, tossed aside somewhere in the kitchen. It didn’t matter. What mattered was Michael’s mouth against his own, Michael’s body, and the very real chance to forget that things were blowing up in his personal life and he could always manage somehow to turn to the people who mattered. Even if they didn’t know they mattered yet.