Between the tears dripping down his face and growing arousal, he was a witch’s cauldron overflowing with emotions he couldn’t put a lid on fast enough. His breath became frantic against the base of Abaddon’s neck. He hadn’t intended to brush his lips against this heavenly creature, but his face was so close to bare skin it would have been impossible not to.
The angel ran a fingertip over a long scar at the back of Gabriel’s upper thigh, left by a self-inflicted lashing Gabriel couldn’t remember. He’d frequently questioned how a twelve-year old boy could have gotten his hands on implements of torture, but if his warped memories were just delusions, then he must have done it somehow.
But questions about the past ceased to matter when Abaddon pulled up Gabriel’s chin and kissed his lips.
It was so electric they should have been shocked in the water, and Gabriel’s body responded by thrusting against the angel, who felt deceptively real. Horrified by his impulsive actions, he tried to pull away, but when Abaddon’s tongue pried open his mouth, even standing upright became a struggle.
No matter how perfectly sculpted, Abaddon was no statue but a person of flesh and bone. Strange and beautiful, with his tattooed eyelids and body, yet he put Gabriel at ease with his very presence.
Gabriel yielded without much thought, opening his lips to welcome his first ever kiss. He’d fantasized about it sometimes, worried if he’d know how to do it, but being held by Abaddon couldn’t have felt more natural. As tension left his body, his fingers uncurled and spread on Abaddon’s collar bones. The hot tongue exploring his mouth awoke a thirst he couldn’t compare to any other feeling, and he let his hands slide lower, until his palms lay against the pecs. There was coarse hair around the angel’s nipples, adding to the perfection of this illusion. He would enjoy himself while it lasted.
“You taste good,” Abaddon whispered, and when he rested his forehead against Gabriel’s, only his smiling mouth surrounded by sexy, dark stubble was within sight.
Gabriel shuddered, shocked by the lustful thoughts coursing through his brain at lightning speed. With the touch of this man, with the prospect of kissing him again in the warm steam, all his troubles melted away, replaced by delight. For once, his mind had an anchor, and didn’t creep back into darkness.
Oh, the things the touch of an angel could do to a man.
Gabriel wished Abaddon had both pairs of wings to embrace him with, and imagined stroking both feathers and leathery skin. If this moment was the product of his mind, why wasn’t that happening?
“How did you know I needed that?” Gabriel said breathlessly, unwilling to let go. His body—lips, gums, heart, and his hard cock throbbed to the rhythm of arousal.
Abaddon’s exhale was raspy, and Gabriel found himself stiffening when he sensed hard flesh pressing against his hip.
Toes curled. And despite his brain burning, he looked up when Abaddon spoke, his hair smoothed by the water.
“I just did. But I don’t think it was enough,” he said and rubbed the back of his hand along Gabriel’s jaw.
Blood drained from Gabriel’s brain to fuel his cock, and he didn’t try to hide it anymore. Instead, he rubbed his thigh against Abaddon’s erection, exhaling when he felt it bobbing against him.
“No?” he murmured. No matter how much he wanted to take in the sight of their dicks, the angel’s eyes were what truly kept him hot. So dark and focused on him, as if Gabriel had no flaws, and touching his scars was natural or even pleasurable.
Abaddon smirked and licked his lower lip, descending very slowly. “No. But I’ll take care of that.”
Gabriel backed into the wall, for a moment unsure what was going on, but then it hit him. While it wasn’t something he’d read about in his sex ed book, Mr. Watson had boasted a few times that women loved going down on him. The first time Gabriel had heard about it, he’d been so confused the cook had to explain the act to him, and he’d spared no detail, gleeful to embarrass his inexperienced underling.
Dazed, Gabriel stared at the angel kneeling at his feet as if a lowly human like him deserved divine worship. “Y-you don’t have to,” he said, overwhelmed with nerves.
Would it not be demeaning for this creature of myth to taste Gabriel’s cum? Heat throbbed in his cheeks at all the questions he was too ashamed to voice, but everything came to a halt when Abaddon placed his hands on Gabriel’s hips and leaned in, crooking his head as he gave the tip of Gabriel’s dick the gentlest lick.
It was like being.…touched by an angel. Only this was nothing like the stories Gabriel had been read as a child, because the touch of this angel made his toes curl and his balls tighten. With a soft sigh on his mouth, he placed both hands in the damp hair as soon as Abaddon settled on his knees, ready to serve him.