The angel had a habit of moving as though he were dancing, all smooth and elegant. When he shifted to straddle Michael, it was just like that, like being naked in the young man’s lap was the most natural place for him to be and not even furniture could slow him down in getting there. He kissed him slowly, gently easing him onto his back. When he pulled away from the kiss, their lips brushed as he spoke. “Why do you think I came when you called?” There’d been a reason Michael had been included in the list of people Samandriel was protecting.
That the angel loved easily was common knowledge at this point. He saw no reason to hold himself back, to practice denial when he could just as easily accept people into his life and heart. Another kiss, because Michael’s lips were just as kissable as the gruff hunter he’d once commanded. This didn’t feel like trouble. It just felt like home.
Michael found he couldn’t complain at all about the way the angel moved or maneuvered him to where he wanted. He clearly knew what he was doing and with his pledge to protect him knew that he wouldn’t seek to harm him. Aside from that his bare skin was incredible to touch and Michael was happy with any excuse he had to feel more of it against him. The kisses were amazing as well, easy to lose himself in if he let himself, he knew Samandriel probably wouldn’t have minded if he had but there had been a question there. It probably didn’t require an answer but Michael was going to give one anyway.
“At first I thought it was because I needed you and that’s what angels are supposed to do.” He ran his hands over the angel’s arms before wrapping them fully around him. “But it’s not really like that, is it? You’re not a… ministering angel or whatever it is called. You’re here because you want to be.”
Samandriel propped himself up to look at Michael, to brush some of that dark hair off his forehead. “I’m here because you’re important to me,” he said softly, but Michael had really gotten close enough on his own. The essential why even if he didn’t know the deeper details. He traced the ridge of the archangel’s ear, the sharp line of his jaw. “You’re beautiful, no matter that you might consider yourself damaged goods.” War did that. He’d seen it just as clearly in Dean. “I don’t.” He bent to kiss him again. “I’m not going to turn my back on you, Michael. Promise.” Not unless Michael turned his first. The kisses Samandriel gave were genuine, honest love from an angel who had been built to be exactly that. He only hoped that Michael could learn to trust them to be as true as Samandriel meant them.
Questioning how he could be so important to him when they barely knew each other just seemed silly to Michael. He was an angel, a being with powers that simply defied Michael’s very limited understanding. If he claimed to know him and that he was important to him then it was the complete truth. He didn’t argue, he wouldn’t exactly praise his taste, but he would accept it. Anything else would have been incredibly rude or trying after he had been so kind to Michael. His hands came up to cup both sides of his jaw as they kissed and when it broke again he pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Thank you.”
Samandriel ducked his head to kiss Michael’s shoulder, sliding off to curl back into the cuddle he’d gotten out of before, fingers tracing idly against his current partner’s chest and stomach. “If you start to get weird dreams,” he murmured, “not...like what I’m sure your normal weird dreams are, but differently so. You know how to get a hold of me.” And it wasn’t exactly like Samandriel really slept. He curled up at Lucifer at night and essentially spent eight hours or so meditating just because he really liked that opportunity for rest. It was the same logic that still had Lucifer bothering with food or sometimes his car.