The Devil would not be doing either. No . . . As Adom switched to the other nipple and felt Win fingers caressing his face and listened to the hitched sounds coming from his lover. No, this one wouldn't be going anywhere . . . not for a long time anyway.
Win breathing was uneven and the Devil finally put his hands on the hard rod of flesh that had been digging into his stomach. The Angel jolted in shock, his brows knitted together in hesitation, fear, and desire.
"I swore I'd make it good for you. I always keep my promises, Win."
The young man swallowed before nodding and Adom smiled, brushing a soft kiss over Win lips before moving down even further. His fingers hooked into the Angel briefs, pulling them slowly down and revealing Win somewhat purple erection.
"Oh . . . Win," he said breathily, mouth literally watering as he leaned down and licked a stripe up the other man's cock.
The Angel seemed to curl in on himself, sitting almost completely up so he could watch as Adom took him into his mouth and sucked down to the root. The magic that had infected his mouth would no doubt be making Win feel as though he was being bathed in fire.
The Angel would never be able to look elsewhere for pleasure—not when Adom was done with him.
"Ah . . . Oh God," Win said through gritted teeth, his fingers lacing with Adom over his thigh. "I—I can't . . ."
Adom wanted to tell him he could, but his mouth was otherwise occupied and so he doubled his efforts, tongue moving unnaturally around Win cock, enveloping it and rippling in a way that gave the Angel no chance of holding back his orgasm.
The Angel breathing shuddered as his body trembled and Adom felt the gush of fluid in the back of his throat. He swallowed it, of course. It was only good manners and as he looked up, he found Win watching him, his jaw hanging open and his face wrecked.
The Devil released the softening cock, getting up on his hands to look over his lover. "Are you alright?' he asked, only slightly pleased with the reaction.
"I . . . I didn't know . . ."
"Well now you do," he said leaning in and brushing his mouth over Win.
Adom would admit that he'd mildly suspected that this would be the moment that his Angel got cold feet and pushed him away. It wouldn't be the first time that someone had gotten what they wanted and then attempted to stiff Adom of his payment.
That being said, if it was the case, he could not even bring himself to be angry with a virgin Angel . He'd almost convinced himself that that was precisely what was about to happen . . . and then he felt a hand on his own cock, fingers rubbing his erection through his underwear.
"You . . . you don't have to—"
"I want to. I . . . I want all of it . . . please?"
And who was Adom to deny such a soft and pleading request."
His underwear was gone with a snap of his fingers and Win leaned back into the pillows. His legs were still spread on either side of Adom hips and even though his erection was softening, it was still glossy with residual saliva.
Such a tempting sight.
A flourish of fingers brought a bowl of oil and Win blinked at it—clearly aware of what it was and the intention behind its presence.
"Relax," he said, moving his hand down over Win cock once again, finger light in deference to the Angel sensitivity. Their gazes never parted as Adom leaned down, his other hand slipping down further and into Win hidden space.
The young man swallowed as the first finger penetrated him and he blinked rapidly at the sensation. Adom kissed Win inner thigh in support as he began working the other man's hole open. It was tight, and more oil was needed before another finger would enter.
Adom spent more time prepping Win than he ever had before. He had to make this good for Win. The Angel belief that he would die young—that this would be the only time he'd ever be given the chance to indulge in his own desires . . . Adom needed to wipe away the defeated sadness from those eyes.
If he didn't already loathe the Heaven , seeing results of their culture on Win would have gotten him there. The young man was . . . sweet. It was a strange thing to find in someone who was clearly a strong and capable warrior—a leader of Angel who'd gone up against Creatures and devils .
And yet he was still so young, barely two decades on this world.
By the time Adom was done, Win erection had hardened once more and the Win was flushed and panting while watching him.
"Are you sure, Win."
The Angel licked his lips but nodded. "Yeah."
Adom knelt in closer, lining his hips up with Win, before guiding himself inside. Win was so warm and the small sounds he was making as he experienced sex for the first time . . .
"Are you alright?" Adom asked, leaning over after seating himself completely. Win legs came up on either side of Adom thighs, holding them close together. But his hands . . . they were still clenched into the sheets.
"You can touch me, you know," he whispered
The Angel nodded shallowly, his fingers releasing their death grip on the cloth before hesitantly, gliding over the skin over Adom ribs. When the Devil began to move, nails began digging into the flesh of his back and Adom smiled as he mouthed the skin of Win neck. He sucked his fair share of marks into the other man's skin, biting and spilling his magic into Win every once in a while when the hunter made a particularly delicious sound.
"I—I—Adom—It's . . ." Win said breathily, his arms coming around to completely encircle the Devil .
Adom smiled, picking up the pace and allowing more of his power to wash over Win. The boy nerves would be on fire by now with a pleasure that was unnatural to all but the most powerful of Devil . Even so, Win was trying his best not to come undone. He fought with himself and with the feelings that were no doubt trying to consume him.
"It's alright, angel. Don't hold back," he said pulling away from Win neck long enough for their eyes to meet.
Win pupils were blown wide and he surged up to meet Adom lips, moaning into the kiss. The Devil let out a low groan of his own as the kiss turned as sloppy and untried as his thrusts were becoming. It was then that Win jerked away, his jaw open wide as unseeing eyes looked up and his orgasm overtook him.
It was a sight to behold, really. Those dark dark eyes and pink pink lips bitten red as flushed skin shone with sweat. It was enough to drive Adom over the edge as well and he emptied himself inside Win with a bitten off growl.
His eyes flashed, drawing Win attention and for a fraction of a second, they were still. Doubts surfaced in Adom mind about the Angel earlier words, but they were quickly laid to rest as Win fingers wrapped around his neck and throat. The young man leaned up and their lips met once more.
It was slow this time, gentle and shallow as Adom slipped out of Win body. The Demon eventually pulled away and turned over onto his back. They laid there side by side, Win shifting slightly as his legs slowly straightened after being splayed wide for so long.
"That was . . ." "The best of your life," Adom answered with a low laugh. Win smiled. "Yeah, probably," he said and the Devil eyes narrowed. He'd said the wrong thing, he realized. He'd reminded Win of the young man's fear that this was a one time occurance. Adom sat up, looking down at the pale unmarked skin of his Angel lover. "I'm glad you enjoyed that, because we'll be doing it quite often from now on." Win froze, his blinking eyes meeting the Demon gaze. "I thought—" "I know what you thought, Win," he said quickly. "You thought I would use you and then discard you—perhaps plan a trap for your brethren with you at the center of my nefarious plans." He paused and the Angel looked vaguely uncomfortable with his words which mean that he'd at least contemplated the idea and Adom rolled his eyes. "No, Win.
Adom watched Win has the other man ran through the empty streets of Paris. The illusion of the city was barren of life—and odd choice for someone like Win, but perhaps he just did not want the distraction during his daily bit of exercise.The Devil sipped his tea, revealing himself as the other man came around the corner. Win slowed down to a stop as he approached. Adom snapped his fingers and another cup appeared opposite him, steam rising from the delicate china."What are you doing here?" Win asked and there was a tiredness to his voice that was not just from the exercise.Adom raised a brow at the tone, but ignored it. "Simply taking in the scenery. I must say, I never thought to hear the sounds of the wind or the chirping of the birds while in Paris.""I hate running through people." The words were short—clipped, as though he was stewing for a fight. Win had never spoken to him in such a way before.
Adom looked down at the fingers resting over his. At any other time, such a gesture would have been welcome, but now . . . when his lover was attempting to manipulate him. Adom dragged his gaze back up to the Angel and Win flinched back as the Devil normally pale yellow eyes flashed black for the barest of seconds in anger.The illusion around them shattered, the city falling to pieces and disappearing."The answer is no, Win."Adom got up and the table and chair disappeared as well, causing the Angel to fall onto the ground. Win hastily got back up again, following as Adom made his way out of the illusionary space and back into the bedroom.Just as he stepped through, a hand around his arm. "Please, Adom! I—I just want to see my family."The Devil grimaced, shrugging the other man off. "This discussion is over."Win came around to face him, his head shaking. "You won't
"I'm not trying to change you, Adom," Win breathed out. "But it doesn't have to only be your way!"Adom snorted. "As opposed to what? Your way? Rainbows and puppies for everyone as we all kiss and make up and forget the genocide your people attempted to inflict on the other creature's ?"The Angel nostrils flared in anger. "Is that what you think about when you're with me? Have you been blaming me for what they did this entire time?"Adom sent him a withering look. "If I did, you'd have been dead long ago."Win reared back, shoving the Devil away. "You . . . how are you like this?" he asked, voice catching in disappointed sadness.The Devil crossed his arms over his chest. "Centuries of living in hell will do that to a person, Win. I didn't grow up in your sheltered Heaven or even on this plane of existence. Hell is where I was reared.""Yo
.It was never supposed to have gone this far, he thought. And now he was even having doubts about continuing the war. It had intensified as the months passed, and Win kidnapping seemed to have put the other Angels on edge. They'd begun striking on Creature's strongholds specifically rather than the creature's lairs that were far easier to take.He'd never breathe a word of this to Win—never mention the other angel Sam that lead these clandestine attacks . . . ones not sanctioned by the Heaven . The higher-up in heaven were growing increasingly frustrated with the fracturing of power and control within the Angel hierarchy. Many of their warriors and leaders no longer directly followed their orders.The Heaven had little in the way of power to back up their edicts, and now the one Angel who had followed their decrees to the letter was missing. The Angel knew h
"How long have I been here?"It was the first thing Adom heard when he portaled into Win- their quarters. He grimaced, looking anywhere but at the Angel who lounged back on the sofa. The space had expanded considerably as Adom spent more and more time there and bore little resemblance to the cell it had once been.Where there was once only a bed, some small bits of furniture, and lavatory, there was now a full suite of amenities branching off into various training rooms for Win as well as areas for more leisurely activities such as the sauna and full bath house. The Angel even had proper platforms for his box jumps now and no longer used the coffee table. Anything Adom could grant to Win in order to stave off questions like these."Does it matter?" the Devil asked instead, pulling off his overcoat and coming around to face his lover. Win didn't move so Adom shrugged and lifted the other man's feet, sitting down beneath them.
Adom leaned in and brushed a kiss over Win lips, gratified that the Angel didn't try to pull away. "It'll be alright, Win, I promise."The Angel shook his head. "You can't make that kind of promise. This is a war . . . things-terrible things-they happen all the time.""Win," Adom said chidingly. "I'm a Devil . All things are possible."Win looked at him then, his gaze telling Adom something that the Devil could not quite understand, but a pool of warmth formed in his stomach. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but not altogether unwelcome. He smiled, stealing another kiss and deepening their connection. His hand came up and cupped Win face as the Angel reached over and clutched his shirt. A snap of Adom fingers had them naked and Win shivered as his newly bared flesh was hit by the cool air of the room."I need you," Adom whispered, pushing the Angel against the sofa back while he pulled awa
Win had been wandering the halls for hours already as he looked around the palace. Three months had passed since Adom had loosened the leash. Win still felt it, but he'd figured that even baby steps were better than no headway at all when it came to the Devil . For now, he'd settled on spending his days wandering the maze-like hallways, mentally mapping out the rooms and corridors. Even after so many days, he was still discovering new places within the never-ending palace grounds.The place was oddly quiet no matter what part of the compound he was in. the only sounds he heard with any consistency were his own footsteps and the skittering and clicking of his 'guard'. Win hadn't actually seen the guard except for once. The ceilings of the palace tended to be high and unnaturally dark. The . . . creature usually stayed within the confines of the shadows above.It had shown itself once when one of Adom demons had gotten too close to Win.