He closed his eyes and let his hands explore the smooth strands of hair, and Abaddon’s scalp, whimpering when his underwear was pulled off, and cool air pinched his damp prick.
“Oh yes… You do that so well,” Gabriel murmured when Abaddon kissed the cockhead. Few images were more arousing than that handsome face between his legs. Even the eyes inked over Abaddon’s eyelids no longer freaked him out, and so when pleasure became too overwhelming, he arched his back and let fantasy guide him. In the images flashing through his head, the woods were brighter, and the air filled with lightning bugs to illuminate Abaddon’s gorgeous features as he pushed his way into Gabriel’s body, showing him that there was nothing to fear or be ashamed of.
The real Abaddon squeezed his ass with a soft grunt, and Gabriel was right back with him, staring at his own cock poking at Abaddon’s cheek from inside. The sight alone made his dick twitch in excitement, and he shed his fears as Abaddon’s fingers became bolder, exploring the sensitive skin between his buttocks and teasing the pucker between them. Abaddon would never go against his wishes. He was safe.
Gabriel stifled a moan that came out of his mouth so unexpectedly he covered his lips in surprise. And to make the illicit pleasure even more confusing, as the tip of Abaddon’s finger massaged his entrance, his lover’s tongue twisted and turned over Gabriel’s shaft.
There was a bit of moisture on the digit, and it created the most tantalizing glide that had him shaking.
Abaddon hummed with glee, but despite gently nudging at the hole, he wasn’t pushing yet, and instead teased Gabriel until his balls felt so tender he might come prematurely.
“This is… you are so beautiful,” Abaddon whispered, taking his mouth off Gabriel’s cock just in time.
Gabriel’s face was on fire, but there could be no embarrassment between him and Abaddon. “I want to know what it’s like to be yours,” he rasped.
Every time Abaddon’s finger teased him more insistently, Gabriel’s toes curled in excitement. His angel banished the demons from Gabriel’s past beyond a reinforced door, leaving only love and pleasure as their companions.
Abaddon nodded. “All right, but we don’t have to finish everything,” he said and ripped open a small sachet. Its shiny contents poured into his palm when he leaned in, once again reaching to his buttocks.
“What is that?” Gabriel asked in a tiny voice, afraid that his naive question would make him undesirable. For distraction, he rubbed his calf over Abaddon’s side.
Abaddon blinked, watching him with a soft yet concerned expression. “It’s lube. So I can move inside without hurting you,” he said and licked Gabriel’s hole with one of his fingers.
“Oh.” And then another, “oh!” left Gabriel’s lips when the very tip of Abaddon’s finger slipped in. That was definitely not painful at all. “I had no idea the skin could be so sensitive there,” he murmured, and even his nipples seemed to react to the arousing touch.
Abaddon’s smile couldn’t have been brighter. “It is.”
He pushed his shoulder under Gabriel’s knee and kept his finger in while leaning in for a soft kiss. Gabriel was eager to wrap his arms around Abaddon’s neck and let their tongues meet. So safe, so excited, so cared for, he couldn’t have been more relaxed as Abaddon’s slick finger penetrated him further.
He grunted into the kiss, baffled by the new sensation that felt nothing like the horror he’d experienced at Martinez’s hands a decade ago. He fought off the memories of the assault, because his rapist’s body was cooling in a shallow grave after his beloved put an end to his unworthy existence. This was new, different, and had nothing to do with the torture inflicted on him in the past. Just as Abaddon had promised, the penetration felt loving and increasingly pleasant, if unfamiliar.
Abaddon kept kissing him as he moved the finger back and forth, relaxing Gabriel’s flesh with unhurried gentleness. Entwined, their bodies felt like the perfect fit in any position, but there was something overpowering in being touched someplace so intimate, and it was gradually getting to Gabriel's head like his first glass of wine had.
He let out a shameless moan and squeezed Abaddon when a harsher thrust sent a shiver all the way to his balls. His man was so steady in his embrace, tender yet unafraid to tease, nip on Gabriel’s ear, or pinch his thigh.
“Such a lusty boy. Mine to play with,” Abaddon whispered as another finger swiped right outside Gabriel’s hole, where the first was still lodged. The glide had Gabriel arching and rubbing his hard dick against his lover, but he didn’t expect the sudden flash of pleasure searing through him while the new digit braved his hole, spreading it further.
He grunted, closing his eyes halfway while his cheeks burned. But Abaddon’s words were true. “I am, I’m yours. Play with me as much as you want.” Gabriel traced the sweat on Abaddon’s back with his fingertips, so open and ready for his angel. He wished he could pet every feather on Abaddon’s wings, but he’d settle for stroking the tattoos and kissing the inked eyes on top of his lids.