Damon had his strengths, not that he would consider this one of them, but he wasn’t bad either. He just followed what he liked, adding speed, and a lot of tongue against that vein. The mechanics were important, but more important was the angel. If he was going here at all, he was taking it all the way. It was rare for Damon to want to go those extra steps, and even rarer that it ran so deeply, but it did.
It didn’t take long at all. Samandriel was already pretty close when Damon started, and the amount of care he was feeling coming off his vampire was enough to push him even nearer to the edge. “Almost,” he gasped, wanting to give him time to pull back and finish him by hand if he wanted to. “Damon.”
In any other situation, the vampire would have backed off, or not agreed to this at all. However, he also knew the particular pleasure of what he was going to do. Now he just had to switch his brain off for the moment and go, so he kept that pace right on through, ready to bring off the angel who really did have a piece of him.
When Damon didn’t stop, Samandriel let himself fall over that edge wishing he could actually time things for when Damon was in the exact right position. He came hard, fingers clenching in dark hair like Damon was the only thing keeping him connected to earth at all. His voice was raw as he cried out, letting tension wash out of him with the sheer pleasure of Damon doing this. He didn’t want to think about him doing this with anyone else, couldn’t honestly imagine it. All that mattered was that they were sharing this moment together.
Damon looked up, tipping his head, blue eyes half open. “I’m not half bad,” he teased. He stretched back out next to his angel, giving him a soft kiss. “Hey you,” he said. He was happy, and it was such a crazy feeling, so pure and easy. His hand stroked the side of Samandriel’s face. His forehead pressed against the side of his head. “Feel better?” he asked, which was a truly stupid question. They both felt better.
Samandriel closed his eyes. “Thank you,” he whispered, rolling into Damon’s touch. He stole a brief kiss because he could, because kissing Damon pleased him. “Still think you should get some rest.”
Damon’s hand slid over Samandriel’s stomach, taking his hand on the opposite side. He held him close. “I’m fine. I don’t really want to sleep right now. I’m good right here. You know, I did see us coming, to a point. I figured we would have sex at least once. It was inevitable. I didn’t see it turning into this.” It was both terrifying and incredible, and shouldn’t exist, but it did.
“If you are tired, I’ll keep watch.” He hadn’t forgotten what happened, why the angel was in his bed. He would watch for as long as was needed.
“I don’t sleep,” Samandriel said softly, “but I’ll rest for a while before I go home.” He needed to be close to Lucifer if only to make sure that it was still his Lucifer.