Cassius
Cassius finished massaging Kushiel’s scalp and directed him under the spray to rinse. He could tell that Kushiel was… processing. He would have been concerned with Kushiel’s general spaciness after their encounter, except he couldfeelKushiel, and he knew his angel was okay. His sweet angel just needed a little aftercare, and Cass was only too happy to provide.
He hadn’t meant to push Kushiel quite so much, but Cass could admit to thinking with his dick instead of his head. But damn, Kushiel standing there all shy and offering Cassiusanythingwas irresistible. The angel had looked like a kid in a candy store; he was full of want and need and desire, so Cass had taken charge, and he’d seen Kushiel’s relief when he did.
The fact that he’d turned on Kushiel so much that his angel had come that quickly was so fucking hot. Then Cass had sharpened his sight without even really thinking about it, and he’d seen those gold threads connecting the two of them, with more and more reaching out and surrounding them, and that had pushed Cass into his own orgasm.
The fact that Kushiel had come again?
So. Fucking. Hot.
He knew Kushiel was an angel and all, and surely there were some sexual perks, but Cass still felt vaguely smug about the fact that the experience had been worthy of two orgasms for Kushiel.
“You’re so sexy, my sweet angel,” Cass murmured, and Kushiel opened his eyes, staring at Cassius. Cassius smiled at him, running his hands down Kushiel’s chest.
Kushiel stepped out of the spray and leaned forward, but he didn’t quite kiss Cassius. That was ok, Cass didn’t mind bridging the distance until their lips were pressed together. He was all too happy to guide Kushiel. He’d always been the take charge sort, and he enjoyed being that way in the bedroom. Still, he could sense that Kushiel wanted something, and they had to be able to communicate, because he didn’t want to push Kushiel out of his comfort zone, and he wanted to give Kushiel everything his angel needed.
“What do you want, Kush?” Cass asked, and he noticed the tiny shiver at the nickname. Good to know that Kushiel liked it. “Tell me, my sweet angel. You have to promise to tell me when you want something, or when you don’t like something, do you understand? That’s the only way this can happen again.”
“Again?” Kushiel asked hoarsely, his face lighting up like he’d been given the best present ever.
“Oh yes, definitely again. I’m not done with you, Kush. I will never be done with you, do you understand?” Cass asked, looking into his angel’s eyes.
Kush ducked his head and nodded, but Cass could feel the uncertainty. Kushiel couldn’t accept eternity yet, but Cass was confident he would be able to eventually. He could give his sweet angel time. After all, they had all the time in the universe now. Cass knew that soulmates were forever—he could see that with his vision, and suddenly forever seemed like the most beautiful gift.
“So you have to be honest with me, and that means not holding back things, either, ok? So what do you want, my beautiful angel?” Cass questioned.
“I want… Can I touch you, Cassius? Can I take care of you like you’ve taken care of me?” Kushiel asked.
Cass groaned at the thought of Kushiel’s hands on his body. “Yes, please, K. I’d love that,” he answered.
Kushiel proceeded to take the soap and leisurely rub him down, and Cass had never felt so worshiped before. K’s hands were gentle and slow, and when he reached Cass’s dick, they clearly hesitated, but Cass only groaned his approval.
Kushiel’s touch was so tentative, his exploring fingers so soft, yet Cass couldn’t help getting hard again. He moaned, and Kushiel simply whispered, “Please.”
“You want to make me come, Kush? Is that what you’re asking?” Cass clarified. Because fuck, he certainly wouldn’t complain.
Kushiel only nodded in response, and Cass said, “Go ahead, baby, you do whatever you want with me.”
He was totally surprised when Kushiel dropped to his knees, placed his hands on Cass’s hips, and swallowed his cock down in one swift move.
“Fuck!” Cass cried out, trying not to punch his hips forward. “K, that feels so fucking good. Your mouth, holy shit.”
That only seemed to spur Kushiel on, and his angel began bobbing up and down on his cock, moaning like he was the one receiving pleasure from the experience. His tongue was somehow wrapping around the head of Cass’s cock while his mouth sucked on the shaft and his lips provided pressure as they moved. It was unlike anything Cass had ever felt.
Cass stared down, putting his hands gently on Kushiel’s head, and the angel moaned.
“So fucking beautiful. Touch yourself, K. I want you to feel the pleasure you’re giving me. Make yourself come while you suck me, Kush. Please,” Cass ordered through panting breaths. Fuck, Kushiel’s mouth felt so good on him.
One of Kushiel’s hands left Cass’s hips and reached down, and the long, low groan could only mean he was following directions.
“Fuck, yes, baby. Make yourself come. You’re making me feel so good. You’re so sexy, so beautiful. Your mouth is going to make me come,” Cass whispered hoarsely.
Kushiel moaned steadily now, and Cass could feel the reverberations in his dick. It was like he was being sucked and jerked and a vibrator was pressed against his flesh as well, and it was too much.
“I’m gonna come, Kush,” he ground out, and Kushiel did something with his tongue—Cass couldn’t even describe what—and stars exploded in his head, making him close his eyes. His dick pulsed out jet after jet of cum, and Kushiel’s moans reached a fevered pitch as Cass felt his angel’s orgasm splatter over his legs.
When he was empty, Kushiel moved his head to rest against Cass’s thigh. Cass slid down to kneel and wrap his arms around his sexy angel, just holding him.
