#raphael om

Humming low in your throat as you move your lips against his, one of your hands rubbing circles into the bare skin of his shoulder. His cape pooled on the floor around his feet in a pile of white and gold. You had enjoyed finding the fastener inside the collar and unclipping it while tangling your tongue with his.

Raphael, is trying at least. His hands on your waist as he tentatively brushes his tongue against yours in response. Other than that, he’s not really moving. Just standing there and letting you do as you want. 

Shifting your head away just enough to break your lips from his, toying with the short grey strands just above the high collar of his skin tight shirt. If it can even be called a shirt since it covers his neck and his pectoral muscles. “You’re tense.” Still rubbing circles into his shoulder while your other hand splays out against his abs. 

“You are making it hard to relax.” His voice almost sounds flat, but you can hear that hint of frustration coloring his tone. 

“We can stop if you want.” Whispering the words low as you let your hand dip a little lower, trailing your index finger along the top of his pants hovering over the bare skin. Feeling the muscles twitch under your soft caress. 

“But I wish to continue.” His thumbs starting to slide up and down over the material of your shirt. His voice soft and you feel like he’s shoved his spear right through your heart with how gentle his expression is. 

“Do you want me to take the lead and you just relax?” Sliding your hand at his shoulder over his neck and to his chin, trailing your index and middle finger along his pointed jaw. When he nods with his eyes closed you start to guide him to his bed, leaning in closer to him and kissing his neck, the underside of his jaw. 

When the back of his calves hit the wooden side edge you use both of your hands to push him onto his back. His blue eyes widen in shock for a moment before that same gentle expression returns. Parting your lips to get ready to tell him to move only to halt. 

Distracted by the way the strings in the front of his pants are bulging outward and the tassels are framing his crotch. If you weren’t already in the Devildom, you were certain you were gonna end up here for corrupting this angel. 

“You seem distracted.” Tilting his head in a way that the golden metal rod attached to his hairpiece falls against his cheek. 

“You tend to have that effect on me.” Chuckling at yourself, before you motion for him to crawl closer to the center of the mattress. Crawling on your hands and knees once he’s settled until you’re straddling his waist. Leaning down to press your lips to his, shifting them while you let more of your weight settle against him. Grinding your hips against his, your heart fluttering at the noises Raphael makes low in his throat. 

Tangling your hands in his hair and trailing them backward as you dig your fingernails into his scalp. Slipping your tongue into his mouth when he starts to moan, turning and twisting the wet muscle around his to deepen the kiss. Putting more pressure into your grinding, aware of how damp the material of your underwear is becoming. 

Your lungs are starting to burn, but you don’t want to pull away. Not when Raphael is sliding his hands under your shirt, his palms warm along your lower back. He’s a fast learner when he wants to be. Yet the pain in your lungs becomes too much, dragging your mouth from his and feeling the thin strands of saliva connecting the two of you snap. Panting in the small space between the two of you as you try to catch your breath. 

Grinning as you crack your eyes open to see him looking at you like he’s love struck. “We can just make out if you want.” Whispering the offer to him between deep lungfuls of air. 

“No.” His adam’s apple shifting as he swallows. “I want this.” His hands are pressing you a little harder into his body. “With you.” The briefest hint of pink on his cheeks that makes your heart do that stupid fluttering in your chest. As much as some of the brothers are terrified of Raphael and his spear, you’ve come to learn he just doesn’t do emotions well. 

Which makes tonight even more special in your eyes. “I’ll do my best to be gentle.” Pushing yourself up on your elbows to run your hand down his chest to the band of his pants. “Since it is your first time.” Smirking as you arch your back to use your mouth to blaze a path downwards while working the fastener of his pants open, pushing the material away until you can tug the fabric of his underwear away to free his cock. 

Curling your fingers around his length and starting to pump him, feeling the warmth sinking into your palm and how he twitches as you experiment with your grip. Thus far, the most you’ve ever done is rub him through his pants. Now you get to see him, taking note of the curve of his cock and the way the foreskin slides over the glans. He isn’t too thick, but he does have enough girth that it’s going to feel amazing inside of you. 

Watching him pant, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Feel good?” Trying to keep the teasing from your voice, and all Raphael can do is nod. His eyes screwed shut and his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “Want me to keep going?” Licking your lips at the way the flush seems to rise along his chest up to his neck. 

Another nod, and you move downward. Wrapping your lips around the head of his sock and starting to suck. Right away the taste of salt floods your senses, and you feel your core start to throb as you bob your head up and down. Never taking too much of him, just enough to increase the pleasure he’s feeling while the burning in your core grows hotter and hotter. Humming as you move, aware of just how much he’s twitching inside of your mouth. 

Raphael panting, his hips lifting as he chases after the warmth of your mouth trying to have you swallow more of his length. He’s desperate, and you realize you might need to pull away otherwise, as tempting at it is, his load might go down your throat. Slowly lifting your head in time to your hand still pumping him, aware of the mess of you’ve made of the material around his balls. “I guess I should have pushed your pants down more.” Deadpanning as you wipe your lips with the back of your hand. 

Watching as Raphael reaches one of his hands up to drag it down across his face. “There’s a strange burning in the muscles of my stomach.” You can’t help the snort you let out. 

“Yea I’m pretty sure you’re ready to cum there big guy.” Feeling his length twitch against your fingers wrapped around his base, you can’t help but notice the way his chest expands as he tries to take in deep inhales. Suddenly feeling a hint of tredaptiation. “I can use me hand to finish you off if you’d rather?” As much as the two of you have talked about this, he is an angel, and you don’t want him to fall for having sex because you can see it given the way his father cast the brothers down. 

Watching him remove his hand from his face, placing his elbows under him to push himself upwards to meet your expression. “I told you I want this.” You nod, lifting your legs up and removing your pants and underwear, even if the material is sticking to your skin. At the same time, Raphael is removing the last of his own clothes. Including his shirt, which you have no idea how he even gets it on, let alone know how to remove it. 

Finished with your preparations you hover over his hips, waiting for him to signal he’s ready. When he nods, his eyes fixed on your dripping sex, you lower yourself down. His length slipping inside your gummy walls, stretching you just enough to cause a light sheen of sweat to break out across your back. Letting out a sigh at the fullness, panting as you sink down until your hips are flush with his. Your lungs burning as you try to keep your insides from clamping down like a vice around him. 

“I’m not going to last.” Raphael seems as out of it as you are, his hand on your waist with a brusing grip as if trying to hold back. “So warm.” You can only agree. Starting to rock your hips forward, and it isn’t long before you both reach the end. A sweaty mess of tangled limbs wrapped in each others embrace.

It might not have been your first time, but you’re certain for Raphael that it was at least memorable.