#guiltyexcuses

He felt the smile she formed against his chest at the same time as he produced his slight goose bumps on the back of his arm.

“… you’re incredibly easy to please, aren’t you?” He flicked a strand of her long hair. A bit of teasing hasn’t harmed anyone.

“Mmmh…  reaffirming there is a body with the right parts in front of me calms me down. And you… you aren’t touched like this that often, it seems. I feel privileged?” She rubbed her cheek against him and traced his veins to the wrist, apparently fascinated that her wrist was smaller than his own.

“It’s not that exciting, is it now?” There were much more interesting abilities and ways to touch he could show off. Glady, even.

He turned his wrist to capture hers, reversing the hold, which ended with her fingers threaded between his, pressing her fingertips into the back of his hand. She had immediately turned her wrist to counteract. Raphael was very much against being captured in any way, it seemed. Feisty.

“I do not know what’s exciting for you, Asmodeus. You’ve had over six thousand very fun years, I am sure.” Breathing in with closed eyes, so relaxed, she shrugged: “I have to accept everything you do to me is exciting”

“Oh? Everything?” She smiled and nodded serenely. “The same way?”

“Mmmhmh. The veery s-“ Her eyebrows went up eyes narrowed she looked over suspiciously: “Err… why?”

“You might be even more easy to please,” the absolutely confused expression alone was worth it. “You are so very basic in your positions and movements. We don’t want to overwhelm you with too many new things, of course.”

He could feel her cheeks warming, mind apparently working: “I- did say my experience is… limited.”

”So, we stay with the classics. And see if you might lose your mind a bit more.” It was actually fun to see an almost uncomfortable squirm fight with an obvious bit of curiosity.

“I… I can’t… my legs and arms are all wobbly, it’s… I…” It was almost refreshing to have someone not immediately assume he would do all the work, because ‘he was the expert, after all’.

“I’ll take care of it, don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, love.” That endearment was highly effective, judging by her hiding her face in his chest once again. Only muffled noises of indignation followed.

But more importantly, not the slightest bit of refusal: “A quick round, mh? Just to see”

He slipped out from under her with one last kiss on top of her head and let her face hide in the generous amount of pillows on As’ bed.

When he heard the angel took a long sniff, he couldn’t help but smirk.

Her body had barely calmed down from her last orgasm, so he placed a pillow under her hips – under her confused watch -, she wriggled her ass in the air experimentally.  

It was not hard to guess that he intended to kneel and take her from behind. Arousal could be easily summoned with the unselfconscious wriggling. He slipped in while his thumbs pressed in at her rump and downwards towards her head in the pillows. A smooth motion and the angel punched out a breath that wanted to be a moan, but her mouth was too wide open and no friction of air happened. A whimper followed.

“You see, in this position I do get deeper inside you,” she canted her hips to ease the access even more and nodded frantically.

“MhMHm,” the high pitched tone sold it. She was still overly sensitive but apparently just on the right side of overstimulated.

Her toes tried to find a hold and curled helplessly into the bedsheets while Asmodeus fucked into her in a steady, staccatos rhythm, accompanied with a slapping sound each time they hips collided and her keening sound grew louder for about two minutes before it abruptly choked and another whimper followed.

He slowly rode her orgasm out for her, pleasing, almost caressing waves of pleasure. She most definitely had her fun.

Raphael being such pudding in his hands was… certainly a bit of fun as well.

When shfinaly had calmed down, he sat back up and sat back against the headboard. And despite her certainly feeling a lot more ‘wobbly’, the angel also sat up, very much wrapping herself in a blanket.

Enough orgasms for now, then.

“… you did enjoy yourself.” He didn’t want to make it a question. Because a climax didn’t usually happen that fast if the other wasn’t at least on board with it.

“… very much so,” was the reluctant affirmation, “… it did feel… more intense, compared to-“

“Oh yes, a second orgasm can be stronger than the first. And like I said, deeper, so…” Seeing the effect was still… well, at least unusual. Horny angel.

“… this was actually only a vaginal orgasm and…” She sighed, and he noted she at least didn’t shy away from knowing the theoretical. “… really didn’t expect that.”

He patted her head: “We learn something new every say, sometimes even about ourselves”

She wrapped herself even more into the blanket.

Asmodeus reached over to his nightstand and grabbed the first book he got his hands on. “365 sex positions. Mh.”

She looked over with curiosity, but twitched back: “NOT right now.” Her whole face was unhappily regretful.

“Not right now, certainly. But you wanna look?” He flicked the book through on random pages.

Pulling her knees closer, she nodded and leaned against him: “… but only if you tell me which ones you actually like. ‘I like them all’ doesn’t count. Just… what do I know, imagine what might be the most fun with me.” She looked to the side and back: “If at all. So. Do show?”

She bit her lower lip and looked him in the eyes: “I… if it’s not too boring for you?”

Asmodeus did laugh at that.

Raphael perked up. She even seemed to take it as a positive sign. And laughter might even be in this case. Maybe the sex wasn’t the most imaginative, but: “… I doubt you’d be able to blow my mind with whatever you do. But I think you have a wrong idea about sex.”

“Just wanted to make sure! And I really can…?”

“Angel. Yes. But I won’t sign another waiver” The consent was, by now, given somewhat explicitly.

“Thank you,” she pressed a kiss to his forehead let her feathery appendages relax to her side and turned her half-sitting position from his head to his lower regions and...

… leaned over to lick his cock from base to tip. A happy hum at the twitching, slightly surprised interest followed.

Her warm, gentle right hand wrapped around it, she flattened her tongue more and repeated the motion, providing more pressure and adding moisture. She looked very pleased with herself when this ended with a stronger bloodflow and a bit of resulting harness on his part.

The side-view of the whole process was not the most common one. His brows were stuck close to his hairline. Lack of hesitance and plain interest written on her face was… interesting, to say the least? Asmodeus settled with his crooked forefinger pressed against his upper lip, watching the angel.

She didn’t seem to go anywhere fast, closed her eyes with every languid lick, happily humming at any results she observed when returning to ‘start’.

After a few more rounds, he hand wrapped properly around him and followed her tongue, twisting slightly to provide slickness evenly. When her thumb rubbed over the slit on top, he breathed in a bit deeper.

Her eyes flicked to his face and she turned to him while her hand continued, smoothly. It all felt very… technical and thought out, like this.

“-lease give me pointers, will you? My experience is… limited,” she looked apologetic, of all things. The warmth of her tongue returned to his cock a second later, dipping with the tip into the same spot her thumb had teased earlier.

Slow – very slow – and methodical was not exactly his favourite- not be a long shot-,but the care and… joy? On her face made it a bit more exciting than it usually would be. He gestured a bit to free his mouth to say: “Oh you are… doing just fine, really. Do continue at your own leisure…”

She pouted, the tiniest little frown etched on her face.

And he couldn’t help the chuckle, then the deeper breath when she wrapped her lips around the tip. Only to graze it with the backside of her front teeth when pulling her mouth off again. That was a different kind of twitch.

She raised her brows this time: “Really?” She blinked at the fact that this didn’t seem to have been a bad twitch.

Asmodeus shrugged: “Use sparingly” It was an easy thing to say. Raphael nodded in determined wonder and returned to, apparently, the task at hand.

Hand, tongue and lips smoothly changed places, never leaving him unstimulated to coax him to a complete ‘stand’ and she made a delighted sound at the first drop of pre-cum on her tongue. ‘Cute’ should not be a descriptor in this situation. But here they were.

This was probably the slowest, but most appreciated – by her - blow job he had ever received. The next time she had her lips around him and swirled her tongue around the glands, he said: “Why… why don’t you go down a little more?” The husky quality in his voice surprised him, and his hand twitched forward to pet her head, gently, with the barest of pressures… and encouragement.

The petting hand was batted away immediately, the edge of teeth felt on very sensitive flesh added to a fierce look towards him. After a second, her moth relaxed, her eyes closed and took him in deeper than expected, tongue firmly pressed against the shaft.

The deep intake of breath was earned. Just for not knowing what she might do next, her experiences seemed wildly all over the place.

Especially when his not-batted-away hand snug under her wing and caressed the back of her thigh, following the curve upwards.

Alarmed, Raphael stiffened up, raised her head and stared over at him.

“Doooo continue… you were just getting the hang of it. Just a little reward…” he spoke in a low voice, gracing her thigh with blunt fingernails.

There were goosebumps forming over her whole body at the slight contact, it was almost adorable.

Until she glanced back to her own backside, as restricted as her view was with too many feathers. And then proceeded to basically swallow his dick. Or at least around him.

That certainly stopped any movements for a second. She retreated to clear her throat soon enough, lapping at the tip while calming her breathing. It... was a valiant attempt, though?

Taking him in further by increments and swirling her tongue as the new method and she really was… determined.

He gave her time to  find a rhythm and security in the motion, before his fingers slid further up her thigh and - unceremoniously - into her. And she really was into this. Quite obvious in the ease of entry and slickness of her.

She reacted with an exhale and punched out moan, clenching around his fingers. Calming strokes against her clit only made it a longer moan and she became somewhat shaky on her supporting arm.

“You’re doing so well for me… do continue, Raphael…” It did the trick. At least her preferences really were as advertised.

She continued the established motions but synchronized the rhythm with the thrusts of his fingers. And wasn’t that delightful. Her throat vibrated with every tiny hum and moan she couldn’t suppress. It caused a delightful tingle and he might be able to lose himself in that. Especially when her throat tightened with a weak swallow. Delicious, delicious friction.

When her moans became more of a constant, he could have just changed the rhythm to keep her going, but no, let the poor angel enjoy herself. A bit more friction against her clit for half a minute longer and her legs and insides clenched together, a louder moan and need for air abruptly raised her head. Her teeth clacked together and she sucked in a breath through her nose, complexion splotchy and lip bloody from the collision of teeth. Certainly not in control of herself. She tried to calm down, clearly winded and shaky. Rattled from such small attentions. Again. Cute.

He extricated his fingers and ran his hand over her well-rounded bottom. Calm. Everything was fine. She could relax. No need to continue. But…

She was determined. First stared down, then swallowed and sucked and pulled herself off wth teeth the third time she went down his cock and with one eye open, he let himself find release from this overlong little exercise, spilling into her mouth with a sigh.

He watched how swallowed, licked her lips with raised brows and then proceeded to lick him entirely clean of any traces left.

Then Raphael looked up. And started to pout again. No pleasing that one, then.

Well, aside from the obvious, of course: The pout disappeared when he sat up completely, licked the slight cut on her lip and kissed her, deepening the kiss when a hand found his hair.

He snorted and hauled her back when there was a bit of insecurity when he was bound to taste himself.

She wrapped her wings around his shoulders and waist, then. To pull him closer when her arms were too weak. And wasn’t that something.

She kept at that for minutes, sliding her tongue against his and moving her feathers over his skin to get every bit closer that she could. She might enjoy this more than the orgasm he gave her. At least judging by the tiny hair raising and falling any time he ran his fingertips over her nape. Plus the many tiny sighs and hums that had no intended ‘goal’ he could see.

At one point, her legs almost gave in from the kneeling position, so she pushed herself up and him back and… landed with her face on his chest. He even held himself slightly up to not squish her wings.

When removed, he finally fell back into the pillows.

And a very hoarse, defeated voice came from the angel: “I… have so much to learn.” She made a face, no doubt from the sore throat.

“You did admirably well, angel. I’ll happily teach you.” The barely suppressed laughter maybe wasn’t nice.

“No pointers. Mean.” Came the flattened reply. She was easily tired out with sex, apparently. At least right now? As human-alike as she was? He wouldn’t want to do it with his wings present either.

“Had to see the baseline, love.” He said in a sing-song-y voice.

She let out a tiny whimper, and her ears coloured themselves a darker shade.

He kissed the top of her head and drew light patterns on her naked shoulders.

Eyes only half-lidded and watching what he did.

Her hands stayed in his hair and did not stray, only her eyes slid shut. After minutes. Maybe she was inexperienced.

She certainly followed him, when he pulled back to chuckle. And kissed the corner of her mouth: “You do seem to enjoy yourself”

Her lips were slightly bruised, bitten in places.

His hands moved from her hips, thumbs slipping under her shirt, finding pleasantly warm skin, drawing circles to get her used to the contact.

And, mirroring, always mirroring, her fingers slipped from his hair to his shoulders, dancing over his skin. Moving his robe with every spread of her fingers.

It… was pleasant. A pleasant tingle. And a slipping robe. Her eyes undressing him faster than her fingers could. …

He closed the distance between them and kissed her cheek, kissed along her jaw to her ear and felt her fingers pulling at the skin of his shoulder, pressing down into tense muscles. Pleasant, too.

Mh. “Been some time, hasn’t it?” He whispered into her ear, pressing a kiss under her earlobe. It was easy to feel her pulse. Strong. But fast.

The angel bared her throat further: “… mmmh. Ah. Mh. Yeah, lets go with that”

He left teeth marks in her soft skin, accompanied by a sigh of hers. So she gave the opposite of an answer. Mh.

Inching her top up, the exposed skin was… flawless. Tan even and as dark as everywhere else on her body, skin soft and giving to his touch.

Obviously a contrast to his own, since her fingers dug into his muscles, ‘drawing’ her own circles, loosening tension he didn’t know was there. She looked at his shoulders, at him with barely opened eyes, face burning, but certainly keeping him close.

“… interested in what I have to offer, mh?” he smirked.

“Always was,” came the immediate, unhelpful answer.

“Mmmmh,” he hummed, kissing her collar bone. And a shiver ran down her spine, closing her eyes forcefully to calm down.

Raising a brow, he explored the area around her throat, his hands moving higher and caressing a breast under the fabric, slipping into the bra she was wearing. No luck reproducing the shiver, though. She did open her eyes again. And nudged at his robe.

“What would you be most interes-,“ his eyebrows rose when she pulled her legs closer, toes gripping the bed sheet, “My voice, is it?”

She looked away, fingers tapping on his skin.

Ashamed, too. Mmmh.

“Definitely something I can work with,” he said, amused.

She was back to stroking his shoulders, nervously.

“Truly beautiful form you chose, tasteful. So nice to unpack,” he shoved the shirt up to her arms, as far as the wings on the other side allowed, revealing a green bra.

Her angled legs closed around him and he smirked.

“All soft and inviting, a shame, who mistreated you so, dear? Mh?”

The very deliberate stare away from him was just as good an answer as the tapping fingertips.

He chuckled and unhooked the front fastening of the bra, his hands happily taking the place of the fabric cups, gently squeezing, thumbs running over the now exposed nipples. And she gasped.

“No resistance at all, angel? It’s almost a sin, isn’t it?” He murmured, feeling the skin under his thumb harden and enjoying the texture, the obvious arousal, the slight squirming underneath him.

And then it stopped. Because she stared at him, laying still, and then giggled and then laughed and pulled him into a kiss, swiping her tongue over his lower lip and let him go: “Not yet, lord, but it’s a choice, is it not?” She wriggled her hips under him: “A damn fine one in your case”

His brows raised. And a laugh escaped as well before the mood could be brought back: “Mmmmh,” he watched her shoulders raise into the shudder, her warm body shivering under him, pawing at the robes in earnest, splaying fingers over his back while he licked at a nipple, twirling the other between thumb and forefinger.

It was easy to feel her warmth, feel her body react and hear her tiny sighs and whispers, the pillows rearranged by her shoulders, fingers scraping over his back, digging in it e used teeth or sucked a bit harder, she was responsive. Even more when he peppered in a mention of her being quite happy with this, mh?

“Your skin is rather delicious,” he murmured against the skin of her belly, “But there are other places I’d like to taste,” looking up to her and clever fingers slipping the button of her shorts through the corresponding hole.

He looked up and into her eyes and she wriggled and looked at him and her brows furrowed and she said: “Ahm…” She looked to the side, then  back, “… it might be rude, but…” She looked away again, just a second, “… fuck me?”

Again, his brows rose and this time it was enough to run a hand through his hair: “Very special,” he laughed. Impatience wasn’t uncommon in the slightest. Embarrassment around him neither, but both…

“Really now, angel?” He looked down at her, while she shimmied down her open pants. She shimmied until she got out of one leg, using the space he gave her to manoeuvre.

And it turned out that it was really was ‘really now’, because her hand easily moved into his robes, her noises and squirming had helped the case considerably. Her nimble fingers helped further, without taking his eyes off him, and that was… practical.

It was… practical and to the point and… she new how to tease in the most logical biological ways, not accounting for taste, but for nerves and-

Two eyes are levelled at him, hesitant and questioning: “I do hope you will have a bit more time?”

“For you, sweet thing? Certainly,” he growled, not to mention that ‘yes’ is possibly the only answer to a lady with certain vulnerable parts in her hands.

“Great,” she said, smile on her lips.

It turned out the foreplay had been more than enough. Turned out she was even warmer on the inside than her skin and whole being was. Warm and wet and he slid in effortlessly, the angel shivering and biting her lip and having her eyes screwed shut.

The shiver turned into a deep sigh when he kissed her brow, tension leaving and smoothing out her features. She wriggled around him and he couldn’t quite remember the last time missionary was on the table, but she pulled him close into another kiss and rolled her hips.

It all was carefully unplanned, orderly chaotic and full of shivery warmth and before too long, a rhythm of movement had established. A bit frantic, but very basic and heady and not many of his lovers insisted on kissing. Her hands scrape over his back and there are feathers on his back on not only two but six wings and the hold and cradle and it’s strange. Her head buried in the cushions apparently concentrating wit a scrunched up face.

And then… his angelic partner moaned and stopped to utter an aborted, stuttering sigh, looking a lot calmer and he felt her insides working, certainly not stopping. And she pressed a small kiss on his lips and whispered ‘thank you’ while he still slowly moved and that shouldn’t have done anything.

… being surrounded by feathers had been some time, though.

Asmodeus shuddered. And got the wet tissues through a gap in the wings. Used them as intended. And looked at the strange angel with a somewhat perplexed expression.

She just looked very happy with the world.

And a feather landed on his head.

“Ah…”

She cracked open one eye, breathing heavy, but evenly.

Then flipped their positions, with her sitting on his lap once again, legs spread and kneeling on the bed. Of course he went willingly, held her hips securely, even. She didn’t look too tired?

“Ah…” She said, scratching her nose, “… thank you… very much… and… any… ah--- questions for me? I got some for you, but… ah… thank you”