“Cassius!” Kushiel gasped out. Cass’s hand was touching him, Cass’s dick was rubbing up against his, and then Cass was leaning forward and pressing their lips together, sliding his tongue out to lick along the seam of Kushiel’s mouth, and it was too much.
Too much sensation. Too much pleasure. So much joy in being touched, and Kushiel couldn’t hold back—his hips bucked, and he felt Cass’s cock rub along the sensitive underside of the head of his own cock.
Cass groaned in pleasure, murmuring against his mouth, “So good for me. My sexy angel, shining so beautifully for me. My Kush.”
The nickname almost made him come, and when Cass’s tongue invaded his mouth, touching against his own, his hips jerked again. Cass’s hand squeezed tightly around them both, and that time Kushiel couldn’t stop the orgasm that crashed into him, lightning sizzling down his spine, his entire body jerking with the sensation.
He had a millisecond of regret, of feeling selfish and foolish for coming so quickly, but Cass groaned, “Yes, baby. Come for me, Kush. Come all over my dick.”
Kushiel’s cock spurted again with the words, and a feeling of utter bliss at pleasing Cassius rolled through him along with his orgasm, prolonging it.
“Look at us, Kush. So pretty together,” Cass panted.
Cassius continued to jerk them, his hand faster, their dicks sliding against each other, and it was almost painful how intense the pleasure was against his sensitive cock. Kushiel watchedtheir dicks peek up out of Cass’s hand as it slid up and down, his cum making everything slick and messy.
“So sexy you came for me, Kush. So beautiful,” Cass groaned, and somehow Kushiel was still hard, and Cass’s words and the feeling of their cocks together was like an ocean that was drowning Kushiel in sensation.
He would gladly drown for Cassius.
Cass looked at him, and it felt like he was lookinginsideKushiel, and his eyes held wonder, and so much more that Kushiel was even afraid to think about.
“Kush!” Cass growled out, and his release spurted out, coating his hand and Kushiel’s cock. Kushiel whimpered as he felt his own cock jerk in response, a second orgasm ripping through him, the intensity so bright and sharp that it felt like he might fly apart into a million pieces.
But Cass’s mouth was on his, grounding him, their lips pressed together, their tongues sliding against each other, their breaths mingling.
Cass’s hand eased and stopped moving, but he still held onto them. Kushiel felt like it was all that was holding him together.
“So beautiful,” Cass whispered again, and Kushiel had to blink, because for some reason his eyes felt wet.
Cass’s other hand was petting his chest, and Cass searched his face. Kushiel felt like he should say something, or do something, but Cass just whispered, “Shhh,” and nuzzled into his neck.
So Kushiel let his eyes fall closed and reveled in their skin touching, in Cass’s hand on their dicks as they grew soft, on his other hand idly rubbing up and down Kushiel’s chest.
He would live in this moment for all eternity if he could. He finally knew what perfection felt like, and he didn’t know how he would ever give it up.
It was like Cass could again read him, because Kushiel found himself being gently ushered into the shower, his pants and scarf left behind on the floor. Cass soaped up his body gently, sliding it along his skin, and Kushiel stood and let himself just feel. So much pleasure again, although softer and gentler this time.
Cass pulled Kushiel’s head down, and he lathered shampoo into Kushiel’s hair. His lover’s hands gently massaged his scalp, and Kushiel didn’t ever think he’d experienced such a sensation.
He felt like he had been in a fog since he had walked into the bathroom, and his head started to clear, his thoughts coming back into order.
“Back with me, Kush?” Cass asked gently, still rubbing Kushiel’s scalp, Cass’s fingertips sending little frissons of pleasure through his body.
He wondered idly if he could be “Kush” in moments like this. When Cass was caressing him, perhaps he did not have to be Kushiel, the Rigid One of God, the Angel of Punishment. Perhaps he did not have to be the gray angel. The outcast.
Perhaps, as Cass’s lover, he could simply be Kush.
It was such a lovely thought that he felt tears spring to his eyes again, and Cass’s lips pressed gently against his own.
“You’re so beautiful, Kush,” Cass declared.
Cass was always telling him that, and yet he could see Kushiel as he actually was. It sent more shivers through him, and he had the urge to give Cassius back some of the pleasure he was receiving. He wanted to touch this perfect human who had made him feel such joy. Such love.
He would not shy away from thinking it, because he had felt loved by Cassius. His human was generous and loving, and Kushiel would not allow himself to hope too much, but he would take what Cass would give him, and he would give everything in return.
Kushiel would not allow himself to hope, but Kush… Kush would love Cassius with every bit of his being, and he would hope for Cass’s love in return.
Chapter 19
