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.
I watch him as he slowly kisses his way down my chest. One hand still gripping his shoulder, while the other carts through his hair. The small bathroom fills up with steam rapidly now as the hot water beats down on both of us. Hands brushing over my thighs, make me spread my legs even wider. Or as wide as is possible at the moment. I’m trembling, mouth more the slightly open to get in as much air as possible. They become short, shallow breaths when I watch his tongue dart out to lick over the tip of my cock. My grip tightens while the hand in his hair flies behind me to scrabble the wall for some kind of hold.
The a small cry pushes past my lips when he takes me all in. My eyes budge out as I watch, blinking away drops of water. His mouth is so cool, so soft and yet it can get dangerous at any given time. It’s my trust in him though that makes me relaxed, pressing my shoulders against the wall. Not that relaxing is an option for long. Out of nowhere Angel starts to suck and my breath catches in my chest. The grip I have on his shoulder is hard enough to leave a bruise while I let my head drop back against the wall hard. I can hear a ‘thunk’, but am to caught up in the moment to notice much of anything. Anything other then his mouth, his hands, him.
“Oh god, oh god, oh *Angel!*” I seem to be only capable of some incoherent babbling and strangled noises while my hips seem to thrust forward as though on autopilot. I try not to, not wanting to hurt him. Somewhere in the back of my mind I can hear a voice yelling at the stupidity of *that*. I can feel my back give small twinges of pain, but not enough to make me stop as I keep pushing my hard cock into his mouth. Coolness surrounding it, wet suction and when he swallows around me I can feel my balls tightening. If he keeps this up, I'm going to end up in some kind of pathatic heap on the floor. Drowned in my own shower after mindblowing sex with my boyfriend.
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.
The water keeps pouring, sliding over my back, down the valley of his hipbones, into my eyes. I can hear his hand scrabbling for something to grip, and I reach for it, placing it on my other shoulder. He's so thick in my mouth, not small at all, and *hard*. I know he's got to be close. A shiver runs through me at the way he says my name so vehemently that it's almost a shout. Come for me, Wes.
Sliding my fingers along his ass, I let them press against his opening while my other hand finds his balls, stroking them too. Soap and water slide down his back, so my finger slips in easily without resistance. Come for me, Wes. All at once I swallow around him and thrust inside him, feeling his balls tighten in my hand.
The come is down my throat before I even think of swallowing. I suck the rest of that warmth out of him, tasting him. God, he's amazing. There's no one I'd rather do this with. I keep my finger inside him as I let his cock slip out of my mouth once I've gotten the last drops out of him. My head rests against his hip for a moment, looking up at him and the exposed column of his neck as his head lies slack against the wall.
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.
Our hands touch for a brief moment until I find the one scrambling the wall on his other shoulder. Clutching at them with blunt fingernails, I keep pushing into his mouth. His own hands are moving. One touching my balls, making me gasp for air, heartbeat skipping. Then his other one is sliding around to cup my arse and I can feel my body tense in anticipation. Of what, I’ve no idea, it’s just the idea of *something*. The soap makes it easy for his hand to glide over the skin of my body and then to the crack of my arse. Before I know one finger slips in and I scream out his name.
I can feel my climaxing rushing over me as I come into his mouth without much of a warning. My back arches and a pain shoots through it which is easily forgotten. He’s the one who nearly lost control only moments ago. Now I’m the one who’s on that edge, just barely holding on as I float away on a sea of incredible pleasure. Automatically I thrust into his mouth several times, while my head falls back against the wall with another thud. I’m panting for air, unable to completely fill my lungs with oxygen. My legs feel like rubber and I have to hold onto Angel with all my might because my knees are about to give out.
“I think I shall faint now,” I mumble, barely audible over the rush of the shower.
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.
Sliding my finger gently out of him, I lick across his tight stomach, nuzzling him there before I move away to get up. He's mine. He's mine. He has to be. If he left... I won't let myself think any further about that possiblity, though.
It took him a while to get here it seems, so I stay still against him, enjoying the smell of him, the feel of him starting to go limp next to me. His body is an amazing thing, as I look at it from this close view. These long, endless legs, make me want them wrapped around me, or have them straddling me again. They're so strong and sure even though he can't always be. My fingers slide along his calf and the curve of muscle there. It's beautiful. Mine feels like some cheap imitation compared to this living, working thing, blood pumping through it, making it live and grow...and die.
His grip on my shoulders does loosen finally and I can tell he's about to melt into a puddle. Grabbing his hips, I take some of his weight as I stand up and hold him to me, letting his limp body slide onto mine. "Mine." I whisper. "Mine." We stand there in the spray a little longer as the soap *and* the warm water disappears. I turn the taps and shut off the water, my other hand still firmly around his waist.
"Ready to dry off?" We're both wet and dripping, and he's probably getting cold.
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.
My knees are about to give out and I can feel the water getting colder. The only thing keeping me standing is Angel. He’s grabbing my hips as he moved up slowly until I can hold onto him as well. Siding my arms around his waist, I slump against him and let out a content sigh. God, this feels good. If it weren’t for the fact that my legs seem to be made of rubber and the shower is getting cold, I’d just stay here forever. Safely in Angel’s arm, I can happily spend the rest of my life here. I quickly push that though aside, because it once again makes me realize that there will be a time when Angel will have to move on without me.
His voice helps to tear me out of any thoughts and I smile at the words. “Yours,” I echo eagerly. “All yours.” Well, I do remember giving him an open invitation of some kind the night before. Or was that tomorrow? I lost track of time. The water of the shower is getting colder and a shiver of a different variety goes though me. We’d best move out before my back locks up again. And that really would be too much of a bother, not to mention a mood killer. Let’s not go down that road again. Now… all I need to do is move. Just that one foot in front of the other sort of thing.
“Hmmm?” Lifting my head from where it was resting on his shoulder, I blink up at him sleepily. Bloody hell, I’ll bet that stupid smile is on my face again. Oh. Who turned off the show-- Angel of course. “’M not sure I can move,” I sigh, dropping my head on his shoulder again and burying my nose in his neck. My arms slide tighter around him as I cling onto him.
I watch him as he slowly kisses his way down my chest. One hand still gripping his shoulder, while the other carts through his hair. The small bathroom fills up with steam rapidly now as the hot water beats down on both of us. Hands brushing over my thighs, make me spread my legs even wider. Or as wide as is possible at the moment. I’m trembling, mouth more the slightly open to get in as much air as possible. They become short, shallow breaths when I watch his tongue dart out to lick over the tip of my cock. My grip tightens while the hand in his hair flies behind me to scrabble the wall for some kind of hold.
The a small cry pushes past my lips when he takes me all in. My eyes budge out as I watch, blinking away drops of water. His mouth is so cool, so soft and yet it can get dangerous at any given time. It’s my trust in him though that makes me relaxed, pressing my shoulders against the wall. Not that relaxing is an option for long. Out of nowhere Angel starts to suck and my breath catches in my chest. The grip I have on his shoulder is hard enough to leave a bruise while I let my head drop back against the wall hard. I can hear a ‘thunk’, but am to caught up in the moment to notice much of anything. Anything other then his mouth, his hands, him.
“Oh god, oh god, oh *Angel!*” I seem to be only capable of some incoherent babbling and strangled noises while my hips seem to thrust forward as though on autopilot. I try not to, not wanting to hurt him. Somewhere in the back of my mind I can hear a voice yelling at the stupidity of *that*. I can feel my back give small twinges of pain, but not enough to make me stop as I keep pushing my hard cock into his mouth. Coolness surrounding it, wet suction and when he swallows around me I can feel my balls tightening. If he keeps this up, I'm going to end up in some kind of pathatic heap on the floor. Drowned in my own shower after mindblowing sex with my boyfriend.
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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.
The water keeps pouring, sliding over my back, down the valley of his hipbones, into my eyes. I can hear his hand scrabbling for something to grip, and I reach for it, placing it on my other shoulder. He's so thick in my mouth, not small at all, and *hard*. I know he's got to be close. A shiver runs through me at the way he says my name so vehemently that it's almost a shout. Come for me, Wes.
Sliding my fingers along his ass, I let them press against his opening while my other hand finds his balls, stroking them too. Soap and water slide down his back, so my finger slips in easily without resistance. Come for me, Wes. All at once I swallow around him and thrust inside him, feeling his balls tighten in my hand.
The come is down my throat before I even think of swallowing. I suck the rest of that warmth out of him, tasting him. God, he's amazing. There's no one I'd rather do this with. I keep my finger inside him as I let his cock slip out of my mouth once I've gotten the last drops out of him. My head rests against his hip for a moment, looking up at him and the exposed column of his neck as his head lies slack against the wall.
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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.
Our hands touch for a brief moment until I find the one scrambling the wall on his other shoulder. Clutching at them with blunt fingernails, I keep pushing into his mouth. His own hands are moving. One touching my balls, making me gasp for air, heartbeat skipping. Then his other one is sliding around to cup my arse and I can feel my body tense in anticipation. Of what, I’ve no idea, it’s just the idea of *something*. The soap makes it easy for his hand to glide over the skin of my body and then to the crack of my arse. Before I know one finger slips in and I scream out his name.
I can feel my climaxing rushing over me as I come into his mouth without much of a warning. My back arches and a pain shoots through it which is easily forgotten. He’s the one who nearly lost control only moments ago. Now I’m the one who’s on that edge, just barely holding on as I float away on a sea of incredible pleasure. Automatically I thrust into his mouth several times, while my head falls back against the wall with another thud. I’m panting for air, unable to completely fill my lungs with oxygen. My legs feel like rubber and I have to hold onto Angel with all my might because my knees are about to give out.
“I think I shall faint now,” I mumble, barely audible over the rush of the shower.
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Sliding my finger gently out of him, I lick across his tight stomach, nuzzling him there before I move away to get up. He's mine. He's mine. He has to be. If he left... I won't let myself think any further about that possiblity, though.
It took him a while to get here it seems, so I stay still against him, enjoying the smell of him, the feel of him starting to go limp next to me. His body is an amazing thing, as I look at it from this close view. These long, endless legs, make me want them wrapped around me, or have them straddling me again. They're so strong and sure even though he can't always be. My fingers slide along his calf and the curve of muscle there. It's beautiful. Mine feels like some cheap imitation compared to this living, working thing, blood pumping through it, making it live and grow...and die.
His grip on my shoulders does loosen finally and I can tell he's about to melt into a puddle. Grabbing his hips, I take some of his weight as I stand up and hold him to me, letting his limp body slide onto mine. "Mine." I whisper. "Mine." We stand there in the spray a little longer as the soap *and* the warm water disappears. I turn the taps and shut off the water, my other hand still firmly around his waist.
"Ready to dry off?" We're both wet and dripping, and he's probably getting cold.
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My knees are about to give out and I can feel the water getting colder. The only thing keeping me standing is Angel. He’s grabbing my hips as he moved up slowly until I can hold onto him as well. Siding my arms around his waist, I slump against him and let out a content sigh. God, this feels good. If it weren’t for the fact that my legs seem to be made of rubber and the shower is getting cold, I’d just stay here forever. Safely in Angel’s arm, I can happily spend the rest of my life here. I quickly push that though aside, because it once again makes me realize that there will be a time when Angel will have to move on without me.
His voice helps to tear me out of any thoughts and I smile at the words. “Yours,” I echo eagerly. “All yours.” Well, I do remember giving him an open invitation of some kind the night before. Or was that tomorrow? I lost track of time. The water of the shower is getting colder and a shiver of a different variety goes though me. We’d best move out before my back locks up again. And that really would be too much of a bother, not to mention a mood killer. Let’s not go down that road again. Now… all I need to do is move. Just that one foot in front of the other sort of thing.
“Hmmm?” Lifting my head from where it was resting on his shoulder, I blink up at him sleepily. Bloody hell, I’ll bet that stupid smile is on my face again. Oh. Who turned off the show-- Angel of course. “’M not sure I can move,” I sigh, dropping my head on his shoulder again and burying my nose in his neck. My arms slide tighter around him as I cling onto him.
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