Even without the wings his back was beautiful and after he let go of his wrist Michael scraped his fingernails over that stretch of flawless skin. Not hard enough to leave marks, but enough to leave temporary red lines as he moved lower where he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of his ass in a rough squeeze. “You are glorious.” he muttered under his breath before scooting back to retrieve the lube from his bedside table.
There was something absolutely wonderful about being treated roughly, something that made Samandriel feel more alive as nails raked down his fingers bringing up thin pink lines that faded almost immediately. He liked not being this delicate little thing that everyone assumed needed protecting. It was the difference between the people he took to bed once or twice and those he kept around. The perpetual protectors never really stuck around. But this? He groaned as he rose his hips, begging without words as his fingers curled into the sheets. He wanted Michael back against him, wanted to feel the press of his weight against his body.
“Pretty sure you’re the glorious one,” he murmured, looking over his shoulder at Michael. Yeah. Despite the scars both visible and not, there was something about him that even Samandriel couldn’t quite articulate.
He leaned over that beautiful body, brushing against him as he kissed his lips when he turned his head, then nipped at his shoulder before withdrawing again. He didn’t agree but the angel was persuasive enough that he didn’t argue. Besides, there were benefits to having an angel admire you, mainly that he would whisper wanton things he wanted you to do to him and then encourage you to do them. Walking into Lux and attracting the attention of the beautiful creature below him really had been one of the best things to happen to him in a long while. That pain-free night they had spent together had been amazing, but this was possibly better, he wasn’t so worried about being gentle this time. Samandriel could take a lot more than anything Michael could think to do to him.
With two, freshly lubed, fingers he slipped inside the angel, using his fingers and his free hand to urge those hips up a little off the bed. He let out a pleased hum feeling the tightness around his fingers, causing that ache inside him that had started from the breath-taking view of Samandriel to grow. But he wasn’t going to give into yet, he was going to keep sliding those fingers in and out and spreading them until Samandriel begged him.
If Michael kept up like that, it wouldn’t take long at all for Samandriel to give in to the already pressing temptation to beg. He lifted his hips up, pressing against those fingers like somehow enthusiasm alone might make them enough. The angel’s fingers curled into the sheets, just a few hairs shy of clenching them. “Fuck, Michael,” he moaned, arching in a way he absolutely knew was appealing. That any angel would be able to resist sex at all seemed completely foolish, like they were missing out on an essential part of humanity. “Feels good.” The man’s cock was going to feel so much better. Holding still was going to be an issue. No, no it already was an issue. There was no way anyone could blame him for that, though.
Michael withdrew his fingers for a moment, moving himself into a better position so he could take his own cock in his hand and slowly rub the tip over Samandriel’s entrance. That wasn’t enough though, that hand left his cock and put out a hand on the bed below them for balance as he slowly rocked his hips, continuing to rub himself against the angel. He leaned low over him, warm skin brushing over each other as Michael kissed and nipped at Samandriel’s right ear, growling low in his throat. His voice had gone husky and rumbled through him as he spoke softly, “Beg.”