#*jebediah.

the hunter had been stroking sensitive areas of the angel's wings with thick fingers. until his other hand ventured, wrapping around the base of will's cock. the touch had been barely there when he was warned.

jebediah's response is clear, his teeth rake against the angel's throat as he begins to stroke. hearing the sounds of heavy breathing echoing from will's parted lips.

the frustration has been building for so long. his rhythm picks up, his own erection painful in his jeans by this point. he grunts, the desperation to be buried in him clear at this point.

‘ that's it. ’ he growls against salty skin. ‘ let go. ’