Gabriel’s hot breath trembled, and it felt strangely erotic when his fingers slid under the sleeve of Abaddon’s tight T-shirt. It was as if Gabriel was slipping under Abaddon’s skin already, eager for warmth and snuggles as he was for sex. When he rocked his body against Abaddon’s, it awoke the need Abaddon had already felt back at the diner while watching the boy lick maple syrup off his fingers.
But he had to be gentle, pace himself and make sure the skittish lamb wouldn’t get overwhelmed by what an angel from Hell might do with him.
“What would you like to happen now?” Abaddon asked, choosing to let Gabriel explore freely instead of making decisions for him. The poor guy hadn’t heard of porn, and what he needed was reclaiming his agency when it came to sexuality.
For a moment, Gabriel had trouble finding the words, but then he slid his hands to Abaddon’s sides with a deep sigh. “Could I… Could I see you naked again?”
Their eyes met, and the adorable pink tint on the boy’s cheeks made Abaddon’s balls tighten. He handed over the flashlight, since he was the one being ogled, and pulled up his T-shirt, hungry to see Gabriel’s reaction.
The echo of quickening breath told him everything before Gabriel spoke. The boy might have been sheltered, but like most people his age, he was a tangle of horny, unresolved needs. Abaddon couldn’t wait to be the one to cut that Gordian knot for him.
“Oh… You’re so…” Gabriel let his fingers roam down Abaddon’s stomach, and over the hair below his navel. He flinched when the flashlight fell from between his fingers, making shadows dance on their faces.
“So what?” Abaddon asked, arching to present his muscular form to this pretty boy whom he wanted to kiss, cherish, and fill with cum. The utter bewilderment on Gabriel’s face was proof that he hadn’t yet fully grasped that he had as much say in this as Abaddon, but he would find out soon enough,
“So heavenly,” Gabriel whimpered, fitting his face between Abaddon’s pecs and kissing the hot flesh with the reverence of a true believer—as if he worried Abaddon might turn to stone any second and become one of the statues in the corridor. If Abaddon had still had wings, he would have closed them around Gabriel for reassurance, because he wasn’t going anywhere. Not yet.
Something deep inside Abaddon wanted to lay the boy down and make him come as many times as possible. With his hands. With his lips. With his cock. He wanted to see Gabriel’s mouth around his dick and then gently get him used to anal sex, but this was lovely too, and he leaned back against the wall, stroking the boy’s shoulder in encouragement.
“Go on, play.”
With a little moan, Gabriel rubbed his face over Abaddon’s pec before sucking on his nipple. He might not go to heaven for a while, but he seemed to be tasting its fragrant pleasures already. With one hand, he explored the muscles of Abaddon’s back while the other tentatively wandered over the waistband of Abaddon’s sweatpants, like a tiny fish unsure if it wanted to bite.
“Did you like… what I did to you earlier?” Abaddon whispered, studying Gabriel’s face, which was marked by deep shadows that made his pretty lips seem even plumper.
“Y-yes,” the boy said, licking the underside of Abaddon’s pec and sending sparks of arousal all the way to the tip of his dick. “I didn’t expect it, but it was so good…”
Abaddon squirmed with pleasure when the soft, moist tongue glided over his nipple again. It was good. Better than he could have anticipated, and he stroked Gabriel’s face with the back of his hand. “I liked it too. Your cock felt so alive in my mouth.”
“Can I touch you there?” Gabriel asked, breathless, and his fingers danced over Abaddon’s stomach like a puppy eager for its favorite treat.
The question, voiced with such innocent enthusiasm made Abaddon’s cock strain against the borrowed pants, and he leaned in to lick Gabriel’s lips, sensing their hunger. “Wherever you like.”
Gabriel slid his hand down Abaddon’s joggers with the urgency of a sinner rushing to confess his misdeeds. He went straight for Abaddon’s hard cock and wrapped it with his warm, soft fingers. His other hand squeezed Abaddon’s pec so hard nails scratched bare flesh. The sudden aggression was surprising yet not unwelcome, and Abaddon kept stroking the boy, reminding himself to let him lead this time. This was about satisfying Gabriel’s curiosity and reassuring him that sex could be tender and fun. Whatever pleasure Abaddon would get out if it would be a by-product for him to enjoy.
“It’s so hard because of you.”
“Yes? You’re that excited for me? It’s throbbing in my hand,” Gabriel murmured, elated and breathless. If this could keep him from sinking into the quicksand of a painful past, then Abaddon would kiss, and stroke, and make love to him whenever he wanted.