Samandriel bit hard into his lower lip, forcing himself completely still so that Michael could tease him exactly as much as he saw fit. The rough note of command in Michael’s voice, something that sounded so very much like it was more than Michael could possibly be already had him whining and trying to focus enough to beg. It took him a moment of loving and loathing the teasing push pull of Michael’s cock so close and yet so far from where he wanted it. “Please,” he moaned. “Please...fuck, please Michael. Want...want you in me so bad. Need you.” If he thought Michael would have understood at this point, he would’ve cycled through so many different languages just to get the exact right wording for how much he ached for the other man.
Hearing more than he had hoped for he pressed a kiss to Samandriel’s ear and on his way back paused to put his teeth on the angel’s shoulder. He didn’t want to bite down, not yet, instead this was just a tease of what was likely to come. Michael owed him for the mark he had given him earlier after all. Once he was upright he quickly coated himself in the lube, taking the opportunity to stroke himself once or twice to help curb his own need for a moment. He may have asked Samandriel to beg him but if the angel had turned and demanded the same thing Michael would have been quick to give in as well. Michael positioned himself at Samandiel’s entrance then moved to those slender hips, holding tight as he thrust into him, head falling back with a loud groan. After a few rough thrusts just for the sake of really feeling that sweet body he was buried in, he settled into a quick rhythm that had him muttering curses and then praises for Samandriel under his harsh breath.
Michael might’ve been muttering under his breath, but that didn’t stop Samandriel from hearing him even as he cried out. The angel allowed himself to be claimed, to be used as roughly as Michael wanted to. He reveled in the feel of it, swearing loudly in pleasure while Michael took. “Fuck,” he moaned, hips forced forward with the pace of Michael’s thrusts. “Fuck, god yes. Feels so damn good, Michael.” After that it was just a string of Michael’s name, whimpered, moaned, sometimes half broken and other times followed by a string of ancient praises and curses that human ears hadn’t heard for thousands of years. With the right hands, Samandriel could be played as expertly and beautifully as the young angel himself played his violin.
Generally talking didn’t do much for Michael when it came to sex, it was nice but he generally prefered touch. That seemed to go out the window with Samandriel. His reactions to Michael playing with his wings, his begging, the noises he was making now. They were utterly amazing in his ears and he swore to keep doing whatever he could to make those sounds keep coming, even if a lot of what he was saying sounded like gibberish. That might have been even better, the idea that what he was doing was enough to make the angel lose control over his tongue, that was just as good as the praise he was leveling at him.
As good as this all felt he wanted to feel more of him. How he was able to maintain his balance and that quick rhythm as he moved his hands up Samandriel’s back he wasn’t sure. After a moment or two of grasping those perfect shoulders his hands slipped down those deceptively strong arms to the backs of his hands, entwining their fingers, squeezing tight. He was gasping for breath against the back of Samandriel’s shoulder, loving how the new position was allowing to push farther into the angel as well as feel more of him against him. It was hard to resist the impulse to really bite into the skin of that perfect shoulder, but he did nip at him between breaths and kept his lips against him even as he spoke lowly, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”