Help? I don't think he'll need it. He was amazing just now, and all he has to do is repeat that, and I'll be at his mercy any time he wants. I smile at him, tilting his chin so he's looking at me again. "I would help you with anything, anytime. But you just blew my mind, I think you'll be fine. And we don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable." I shouldn't say anything else, I should just let it drop. He seems uncomfortable already. "I just want to be able to give you what you keep giving me
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He seems… amused that I’d want his help. Not angry or annoyed, or even afraid that I couldn’t handle it. Amused, or something like that. He’s smiling at me, that warm small that makes my insides tingle and my knees turn into goo. I can only nod stupidly when he says he’ll help me if that’s what I want. Need, you naïve boy. You *need* help. Why on earth you think you can keep up with Angel, I’ve no idea. You’re fooling yourself. Of course then my look turns into one of awe when he continues to talk
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I smile at how he always seems to answer my kisses with a question, as if he gets lost, and his brain can't quite process anything immediately following a kiss. It's intriguing, and I'm wondering if I should test my theory at some point
( ... )
Where the hell did my brain go? I swear, he’s sucking it out everytime he kisses me. There’s only one vampire capable of that. Hell, there’s only *one* vampire I’d allow to do such a thing to me. Slowly licking my lips, I can’t seem to look away from him. I’m drowning again, drinking in the sight of him. His eyes, his face, the look on his face and in his eyes. His face is gone. Wait, where’d he go? Oh, the shower. Right, that was why we were here in the first place.
He may have been gone for all but three seconds, but I missed him. Even if his touch never really left my body. That thought startles me. I’ve never been in a relationship before where I’d actually feel the loss physically if the other, mine wasn’t there. And we’re in the same bloody room still! I’m not sure if that development is a good thing or a bad thing. But I sure as hell have no intention of trying to find that out today
( ... )
I see the confusion, and even a little worry in his face at my question, so my hands automatically rub along his thighs, soothing and reassuring. I don't deserve that trust I see in his eyes, but that doesn't matter. He trusts me, and that seems to be the important thing for him right now
( ... )
This is Angel, I trust him. He’s already given me chances no one else even wanted to give me. Already shown and taught me things no one else bothered to teach me before. I’ve learned so much from him and I keep learning every day. Though I doubt getting a blow job in the shower - a damn good one - is one of the things people generally learn. But it’s not that, though that certainly seems to fry my brain in anticipation alone. It’s the trust I feel toward him that he’ll not hurt me, or just take his own pleasure and leave me hanging. None of that, he wants to give me as much as I want to give him
( ... )
He's open mouthed, trembling, and the smell of his arousal is overwhelming. I cannot get enough of his cock, of him inside of me. I swallow at the thought of him...really inside me. Warm - hot - spearing into me...I don't think I'm ready to let go that much. It's maddening though, only being able to take this little, well, not little, but in comparison to everything he is, it's only a fraction of how much of him I want.
I keep working him, sucking and licking, and letting him thrust into my mouth. A moan escapes though when I feel his fingers dig into my shoulder so hard that I feel pain. Yesss. More, Wes. My mouth is otherwise occupied, and I can only try to stay still as I feel his cock hit the back of my throat again and again
( ... )
When the books tell about the torture Angelus put his victims through, they knew what they were talking about. But they never met Angel. This is heaven and hell al rolled into one. I want to come and at the same time I want this to last forever. This feeling of teetering on the edge of completion. Walking that double edge knife and not know which way you’re going to fall, but knowing that you’re safe because he’s holding onto you. Angel. “Yours,” I whisper, though he didn’t ask.
He keeps working my pulsing erection. Sucking, licking, wet mouth moving with a cool touch. I’m still the on in control though. It’s to important to me to let go. I’ve been the one without control to many times to be *able* to let go completely. I want to, for him, just like he wanted to show me. But I can’t. So my thrusts into his mouth are deliberately calculated as much as I can under these circumstances. My fingers gripping his shoulder dig into his flesh with as much pressure I can manage, knowing he’ll enjoy the pain of it. I want him to enjoy this too.
( ... )
As he comes down from his climax, I let out a gentle growl at the still painful grip he's got on my shoulders. He is really hitting all of my buttons this afternoon. I don't tell him to let go. The pain is good, I focus on his hands and take in a breath amidst the water. Rubbing my nose against his hip, I lick the soft skin there, and lapping along his spent cock, catching any come the water hasn't already
( ... )
If we weren’t in the shower, I might’ve actually fainted. Or dropped into a deep sleep, as I’m prone to do apparently after…uhm…this sort of exercise. Angel really does wear me out completely, and I’ve this distinct impression, he’s not even fully did his best yet. If he ever gets it into his head to turn into a relentless tease, I’ll be hopelessly lost. And willingly to. Damn, *I’m* a contradiction in terms myself at times
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He may have been gone for all but three seconds, but I missed him. Even if his touch never really left my body. That thought startles me. I’ve never been in a relationship before where I’d actually feel the loss physically if the other, mine wasn’t there. And we’re in the same bloody room still! I’m not sure if that development is a good thing or a bad thing. But I sure as hell have no intention of trying to find that out today ( ... )
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I keep working him, sucking and licking, and letting him thrust into my mouth. A moan escapes though when I feel his fingers dig into my shoulder so hard that I feel pain. Yesss. More, Wes. My mouth is otherwise occupied, and I can only try to stay still as I feel his cock hit the back of my throat again and again ( ... )
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He keeps working my pulsing erection. Sucking, licking, wet mouth moving with a cool touch. I’m still the on in control though. It’s to important to me to let go. I’ve been the one without control to many times to be *able* to let go completely. I want to, for him, just like he wanted to show me. But I can’t. So my thrusts into his mouth are deliberately calculated as much as I can under these circumstances. My fingers gripping his shoulder dig into his flesh with as much pressure I can manage, knowing he’ll enjoy the pain of it. I want him to enjoy this too. ( ... )
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