“I’ve been sent here to soothe your pain. And I shall,” Abaddon whispered, dropping his lids so the black-and-white eyes tattooed on them could stare at Gabriel instead.
"I want to believe," Gabriel moaned when another lick trailed up the bottom of his stiff cock. At least for now, he’d abandon all skepticism and trust that God graced him with an answer to his prayers.
A chance for revenge, fulfilment, and a way out of the well of loneliness came to him in a muscular package with a glorious mane of long hair.
Needy for touch, he stroked Abaddon’s ears, as he spread his legs a little wider. The world might as well not exist outside of this shower, and the scent of cookies comforted Gabriel, making him feel as if he were wrapped in a cloud of cotton candy. He could almost hear a heavenly harp playing somewhere beyond the warm waterfall pouring over him.
This ought to be a dream, and if so, he’d let himself enjoy it. So what if the man to take his cherry was just a hallucination? It wasn’t like he’d ever get a chance to have sex for real, locked up within the vast woods surrounding the orphanage, a danger to himself and others.
But he hadn’t ever watched erotic movies, or seen explicit images, so how could his imagination have come up with the way Abaddon weighed his balls in one hand while keeping the tip of Gabriel’s cock at the very edge of his mouth and tickling its underside with that hot tongue?
His thoughts broke into a million pieces when Abaddon sucked him in. He whimpered, his grip on the wet hair tightened, and one of his feet rose from the basin for no logical reason. And the steam surrounding them? It must have been created by water drizzling over his overheated body.
“So good, so good,” he mumbled as the wet mouth caressed his cock. As if that wasn’t good enough, Abaddon’s tongue petted the underside of Gabriel’s painfully hard dick.
Rivulets of shower water were in sync with the flowing movement of Abaddon’s hands and the steady, hypnotizing way he took the hard cock into his mouth, as if there wasn’t anything inappropriate about his actions. One firm arm encircled Gabriel’s waist and held him still. Like he’d ever want to pull back. When the angel’s nose pushed into the pillow of pubes at the base of Gabriel’s cock, he opened his eyes, wanting to memorize everything about this moment.
Seeing this gorgeous man caressing Gabriel’s cock made even the ugly mangled scar on his chest irrelevant. He was wanted regardless of his imperfections, and Abaddon proved this with every lick, kiss, and suck.
“I’m… I’m gonna…” he whimpered, unable to finish that sentence, too overwhelmed by the tremors running up his thighs.
The angel and demon all in one wrapped his other arm lower around Gabriel’s legs, and when his large hand squeezed the back of Gabriel’s knee, it became clear there would be no pulling away.
Gabriel fell apart, bucking his hips, moaning without shame. He bent over and grabbed Abaddon’s shoulders for stability, unable to speak and stuck on unintelligible moans.
And the dark angel who’d killed one of the phantoms from Gabriel’s delusions held him, tirelessly lapping up the contents of Gabriel’s balls as if it were ambrosia.
But after the high came a low, and Gabriel leaned his whole weight on Abaddon, fearful that he might drop from the exertion. None of the orgasms he’d given himself had been anywhere as powerful, and in some way it was still ongoing, with shivers passing through him endlessly.
He felt like crying when his prick left the heat of the angel’s mouth, but before he got to complain, Abaddon rose, and took Gabriel with him by bumping his shoulder into Gabriel’s stomach and just lifting him as if he weighed nothing.
He let out a whimper, but his brain was soft, sweet pudding, and he let the angel carry him out of the bathroom. In that moment, he’d have let Abaddon take him back to the depths of Hell if he wished to.
The bedroom was much cooler than the steamed-up shower, and it managed to awaken Gabriel enough for him to realize that Abaddon’s beautiful cock had been neglected.
“You didn’t… Should I?” Full sentences weren’t an option, and despite his eyes closing on their own, Gabriel slid his hand down the dark wing on Abaddon’s back as he admired the view of flexing buttocks.
“Should you what?” Abaddon asked before the room whirled during Gabriel’s landing on his soft bed. Abaddon stood over him, magnificent like a marble statue, yet the hard cock jutting upwards from above heavy-looking balls triggered interest way keener than Gabriel ever had in ancient art.
"Pleasure you?" he asked, hoping that was the right way to put it. Parted from Abaddon’s body, he already craved it close again, even if just for cuddles, so he reached out to stroke his strong thigh dusted with dark hair.