Angel the series, Angel/Wesley, taste + resolution
Title: Working Benefits, set 5
Author: rinoared
Theme: Taste x2, resolution x2
Rating: NC17 or R / M
He was all warm and quivering in Angel's arms, heat and thirst pouring from every square inch. The tension of his muscles as they wound tighter and tighter was thick, so thick it was sticking to his tongue, skirting over the layer of slickness. Wesley's blood sang in a low thrumming beat and Angel let his mouth dance to the rhythm.
The pace quickened until it was roaring and Angel licked the first sweet drops of impending release. Just a small taste that teased, salt and sugar and tang that clung to his palate.
He wouldn't be teased for long.
Coming down from this high required effort Wesley wasn't sure he could expend. His head kept swimming, back and forth, and his whole body was still twitching in aftershocks.
Angel was rising up now, nose trailing against his skin and Wesley found his own hands still gripping his hair. Opening his eyes he saw nothing but unfocused light mass. Oh, his head was still thrown back, leaving him staring at the ceiling while Angel, oh Angel was nibbling and sucking on his neck now and he'd need to find a turtleneck tomorrow for sure…
Coming down was falling and crashing.
He'd always been rather atypical in so many ways. Wesley figured he was missing out on some quintessential human experience of life flashing before his eyes, but considering the circumstances that would have been quite trite.
Instead he was contemplating whether to put up a token resistance or perhaps just twist his head a bit more to the side, let Angel have a little more room to work on. It would be only poetic to die like this, spent and fulfilled in an entirely pleasant way.
But then again, Angel wouldn't indulge him in so many ways in one evening.
When the unmistakable surge of fear hit him Angel found some things didn't require conscious effort at all. Showering Wesley in kisses, gently pulling tiny marks up, was one of those.
The fear disappeared as fast as it came, and soon after Angel managed to tear himself away from that beautiful neckline.
He hadn't even tried to break the skin, he'd have to use fangs for that and he didn't do that shit anymore. No, a taste of that fear was enough to stop him, but then Wesley had to stop and turn like that…
This could never happen again.
Author: rinoared
Theme: Taste x2, resolution x2
Rating: NC17 or R / M
He was all warm and quivering in Angel's arms, heat and thirst pouring from every square inch. The tension of his muscles as they wound tighter and tighter was thick, so thick it was sticking to his tongue, skirting over the layer of slickness. Wesley's blood sang in a low thrumming beat and Angel let his mouth dance to the rhythm.
The pace quickened until it was roaring and Angel licked the first sweet drops of impending release. Just a small taste that teased, salt and sugar and tang that clung to his palate.
He wouldn't be teased for long.
Coming down from this high required effort Wesley wasn't sure he could expend. His head kept swimming, back and forth, and his whole body was still twitching in aftershocks.
Angel was rising up now, nose trailing against his skin and Wesley found his own hands still gripping his hair. Opening his eyes he saw nothing but unfocused light mass. Oh, his head was still thrown back, leaving him staring at the ceiling while Angel, oh Angel was nibbling and sucking on his neck now and he'd need to find a turtleneck tomorrow for sure…
Coming down was falling and crashing.
He'd always been rather atypical in so many ways. Wesley figured he was missing out on some quintessential human experience of life flashing before his eyes, but considering the circumstances that would have been quite trite.
Instead he was contemplating whether to put up a token resistance or perhaps just twist his head a bit more to the side, let Angel have a little more room to work on. It would be only poetic to die like this, spent and fulfilled in an entirely pleasant way.
But then again, Angel wouldn't indulge him in so many ways in one evening.
When the unmistakable surge of fear hit him Angel found some things didn't require conscious effort at all. Showering Wesley in kisses, gently pulling tiny marks up, was one of those.
The fear disappeared as fast as it came, and soon after Angel managed to tear himself away from that beautiful neckline.
He hadn't even tried to break the skin, he'd have to use fangs for that and he didn't do that shit anymore. No, a taste of that fear was enough to stop him, but then Wesley had to stop and turn like that…
This could never happen again.