“Let me make you feel good, Cass. Please,” he murmured.
Cass’s hand and tongue on his dick felt amazing, but he wanted to feel Cass, too. He wanted to see him. Perhaps that made him greedy, but he couldn’t help it. He loved seeing Cass happy and pleasured.
Cass’s eyes gleamed up at him. “Is that what you want? You want us both to feel good?”
Kushiel nodded his head, and Cass stood, stripping his own clothes off. Kushiel had a moment of uncertainty. Should he be doing that? Cass always took the lead when it came to their intimate encounters—should he be doing more? Before he could get too into his head, Cass cut off his train of thought.
“Crawl onto the bed, Kushiel. Let me see your beautiful body,” Cass ordered.
Kushiel did as he was told, and when he was on all fours on the bed, his back facing Cassius, his human gave a long, low groan. Kushiel turned his head to see Cass stroking himself, his eyes full of lust.
“By heavens, Kushiel, you’re beautiful. So very pretty for me with your ass on display, your wings spread out and looking so magnificent. Will you stay like that for me, Kush? Let me look at you?” Cass asked.
Kushiel’s cock was hard and leaking precum from Cass’s words. “I’ll do anything you want, Cass,” he moaned.
“Mmm, I love it that you do what I ask, Kush. I love it that you let me take charge. Do you like that too?” Cass growled.
Kushiel nodded his head frantically
“Good. You don’t have to worry about anything. You only have to tell me if you don’t like something. You understand, Kush? I won’t abide you not speaking up if you don’t like anything I do. Your only job is to feel good, you understand?” Cass demanded.
Kushiel felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders; he felt lighter, his head almost fuzzy. He didn’t have to think or worry at all; he just had to do what Cassius said.
“I want to please you,” he managed to whisper, letting his head hang down. Even though he wasn’t looking at Cass, it was like he could feel his stare. Kushiel’s body felt like it was melting under Cass’s eyes and words.
“Oh you do, baby. You do,” Cass whispered, and a hand was sliding up along his back until it reached his wings, then it was caressing them.
Kushiel didn’t know his wings were erogenous. He had never been intimate in his angelic form, always too self conscious of his appearance, despite the many offers he had (he was friends with a demon of lust, after all). Not that he had many erotic encounters in his existence overall; it just hadn’t seemed important.
He had no idea it could be like this, though. It neverhadbeen like this, not with anyone other than Cass.
He shivered under the onslaught of pleasure. Cass’s hand trailed gently along his feathers, shooting sparks down his spine and into his dick.
“So beautiful,” Cass whispered again, and then a hand was reaching underneath to give his cock a tug, and Kushiel moaned as his head fell to the mattress, his hips up in the air.
“So pretty for me,” Cass murmured. “That ass up in the air for me, your sexy wings spread out. Do you want me inside you, Kush? Would you like that?”
“Please,” Kushiel moaned. He could suddenly think of nothing else but Cass inside of him, a part of him. He wanted it more than anything in his life. He had never, in all his existence, let anyone into him that way, but he wanted it now more than he wanted to breathe.
He felt Cass’s hands move away from him, and he groaned in disappointment, but Cass only chuckled.
“Patience, baby,” Cass murmured, and Kushiel heard drawers opening. “Aha! I figured Ari wouldn’t leave us unprepared,” Cass chuckled.
Kushiel had only a moment to wonder at the comment before Cass’s hands were back on his ass, both of them spreading his cheeks. He felt a puff of air on his hole, and he groaned again, knowing that Cass was so close to such an intimate part of him.
Something wet touched his hole, and he had only a moment to wonder before he realized that Cass waslickinghim there.
“Cassius!” Kushiel cried out, surprise and pleasure coursing through him as Cass’s tongue poked and prodded at his entrance.
A chuckle reverberated against his skin, adding to the pleasure. Cass’s mouth was thensucking, and by Yah, Kushiel had never felt anything like it. He couldn’t help the sounds that escaped him, even as he tried to stifle them and still his hips from thrusting back into Cassius.
“Let me hear all your noises, Kush. Let me hear how I’m making you feel,” Cass whispered before licking along Kush’s hole again.
Kush couldn’t help the whimper that escaped him, and he didn’t try to. Cass wanted to hear him. He groaned loudly whensomething entered him, slowly but steadily. It must have been Cass’s finger, and it was slick and wet and slid in.
Kush felt… He didn’t quite know. There was a slight tingle, not even a burn, and there was pressure. It felt good, but also unfamiliar. Cass kissed his ass cheek, then he felt a slight bite, and he groaned.
“Do you like that?” Cass asked, but Kushiel could only pant and hum as Cass bit his ass cheek again, that finger sliding deeper.
