Samandriel let his teeth graze against Michael’s neck, fingers skimming down to the man’s hip while he debated exactly how much teasing he wanted to do. A good deal, he decided, brushing feather light touches against the inside of Michael’s thigh and ghosting them upwards knowing that soft or not, a cock was still a cock and was still sensitive as hell. “Mmm, does that extend to having me pinned under you or are you mostly just concerned with all that primal territory claiming instinct.” He lifted his mouth to one of those lovely ears. “Don’t think I can’t feel some part of you grunting ‘mine’ every time you move in me, or on me, or even when you kiss me. Do you even know how hot that is?”
It wasn’t going to stay soft for much longer if he kept playing with him the way he was. He inhaled deeply through his nose then hummed softly. “I’m afraid I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.” He did his best not to smile but it was clearly in his tone and in his eyes. “Claiming instinct? Whatever do you mean? If you hear ‘mine’ when you’re pinned under me that’s just your incredibly overactive imagination. I’m not at all possessive or commanding in the slightest.” He turned his head, touching the end of his nose with his own. “Now, kiss me.”
“Mmm, sir yes sir,” Samandriel murmured just before he kissed him, fingers curling around his still slightly lube slick cock. He wanted to feel Michael grow hard in his hand again, wanted the slight bit of power that came from knowing without a doubt that he was the cause of such desire. There was little in the world that Samandriel wanted that he didn’t eventually get. He was pretty sure that this was something he was going to have sooner rather than later. “Careful,” he said, breaking the kiss well before he knew Michael wanted. “I might keep you up all night and absolutely ruin you for anything else tomorrow.”
Michael had known it was coming but his body still tensed anyway and he groaned low into the kiss. Feeling as good as he did made his body more responsive to Samandriel’s touches and soon enough he had grown hard in the angel’s hand. He was more than happy to let him know that it was all his doing, that he was the first person in a very long time that made him feel wholly better and good enough that the idea of sex more than once every couple of days didn’t seem daunting to him. He did grumble when he pulled out of the kiss though, his mouth was sweet and he wanted all of it against him or on him or around him as often as he could get it. “Who cares about tomorrow?”
Samandriel kissed him again, deep and heavy. It was the sort of action he could absolutely get behind as he shifted on top of the other man again. His body had started to recover from before, but he was still slick and a little bit of pain wasn’t going to hurt him. Not when he could have Michael immediately. “I try not to,” he said, grinding himself down against him. “Unless it involves you waking up and still wanting me, then tomorrow can be okay. Tomorrow can keep happening again and again.” He lined himself up, lowering just enough to take the tip of Michael’s cock in. The marine could absolutely finish his thrust himself. All claiming and hard. “And you can keep kissing and fucking me as long as it pleases you to do so.”
Michael’s head fell back with a moan, not sure if he was happy to get right down to it again or if the beautiful angel was trying to drive him mad by giving him absolutely everything he had ever wanted from that body. But when it was made clear to him that Samandriel was letting him do as he wished Michael decided not to care. Starting at his knees Michael ran his hands up his outer thighs to his hips where they held to the angel as he did just as Samandriel probably wanted, if not knew what he was going to do. It was a solid thrust, but not a rough one as he focused on not digging his short, blunt fingernails into his skin. The sound he made was low and needy but he somehow found his voice again, “Let me see them again… You don’t have to hide from me.”