Chapter 2 – Places Too Familiar

Leliel adjusted the bag that was slung over his shoulder, stretching his neck to try and peer down the road. It took several similar motions before the house finally came into view, exactly the same as he had last seen it.

The road was long, and there was little else except thick woods on either side of it. There was only a car once every half an hour, if that, and this was even the busy time of the morning when people would be heading into the city to go to work.

It was also the time of morning when Leliel was seriously craving a coffee.

Upon rounding the next gentle curve, the house rose up before him. The yard was twice as expansive as the house itself, if that could be believed, given that the house contained no less than nine bedrooms and five bathrooms. The trees were massive, the overarching branches full of late summer leaves just starting to turn their autumn colors.

Leliel’s eyes scanned the circular drive as he continued walking. No doubt several of the cars were parked inside the garage, but the sheer number of those living in the house necessitated that some cars were never put there. The lack of any vehicles in the driveway didn’t tell him much, though, there could have easily been four cars in the garage.

Not knowing made Leliel nervous. He paused out on the road, exactly aligned with the front door of the house. His mismatched eyes scanned the porch, the front windows, then the upstairs windows. Craning his neck, he could see into the upstairs hallway, but the two bedroom doors he could see were closed.

He took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself. No matter how many others were living there, he had lived here off and on longer than any of them – save the actual owners of said house. He knew, somewhere beneath the anxieties and doubts, that he would be accepted back here. Even after being gone for quite a long time.

Leliel pulled a slip of fancy paper from his entirely too tight black jeans, flipping it open with his spare hand. All the letter said was “Please consider returning home” in flowing script, signed with an excessive amount of swirls and curls that was typical of Raphael.

“Well, I’m here… can I go now?” Leliel snarked bitterly. But he knew the answer to that. If Raphael wanted him home, it was for a reason.

Pushing down a better part of his anxieties, Leliel stepped off the road and onto the lawn. The early morning dew of the grass wet his shoes and the bottom of his pant legs. Perhaps he should go around to the side door and enter through the kitchen? He debated the idea to himself as he warily eyed the porch guarded front door. But no doubt, if the rest of the household was awake this early, they would be congregating in the kitchen for Uriel’s excellent breakfast.

Leliel just hoped his espresso machine still worked, or he was so headed right back to Paris.

His hand paused, hovering just over the door handle. Again he had to battle with the rising anxiety, especially when he heard voices and laughter from inside the house. Naturally, Uriel was usually awake before dawn, dawn at the very latest.

“Fucking hell, Lel, just open the God damned door,” Leliel growled at himself, finally get his hand to complete the motion.

The sound of voices and laughter increased as he pulled the door open, but a quick scan of the living room revealed no one. They were in the kitchen. Leliel debated for a moment just sneaking up to his old bedroom and hiding there, but no doubt Raphael would scold him heartily for being rude.

With a sigh, Leliel set his bag down on one of the very expensive and plush couches and drifted toward the kitchen. He opened it slightly, his left eye peering through the space.

Raphael was seated in the far diagonal corner at his favorite spot in the breakfast nook with a newspaper, ignoring the plate of breakfast in front of him for the moment as some no doubt highly intellectual article held his full attention. Uriel was busy orbiting the center island, going from stove to refrigerator to the island, to the drawers near the stove, and back to the stove again. Just watching him made Leliel tired.

Sachiel was curled up in the very furthest corner of the breakfast nook with one foot propped up onto the bench. His arm curled around his knee, draped there as his hands flew over the laptop in front of him. His breakfast was also being ignored in favor of some interesting spreadsheet, chart, or table for his damn budgeting, no doubt.

Samael was perched as a darker presence upon a stool near the island, keeping Uriel busy with this little demand and that little detail, and thoroughly amused by the whole affair.

And then, the gem among the rest, the light of Leliel’s life, the espresso machine still sat in the far corner. Leliel narrowed his eyes, pinpointing each of the others in the room and coming up with a plan. He waited, watching Samael in particular. Then he crept along the cabinets, past the refrigerator, past the stove, and lifted himself gracefully up onto the counter to sit beside his precious espresso machine.

Uriel turned around to get some other item for Samael’s amusement, and literally jumped, “Ah!” he exclaimed. “Leliel!” he scolded.

“Leliel?” Raphael snorted, “No, Leliel is in Paris, dear.”

“Wait,” Uriel blinked, no doubt remembering that Leliel had indeed been gone for several months. Then his confused and somewhat blank expression turned to joy, “Leliel!” he squealed, throwing his arms open wide and hopping up to catch Leliel around the shoulders in a terribly awkward hug.

“Gah, Uriel… let… go,” Leliel squirmed, not too terribly fond of hugs.

“So you finally decided to come back?” Raphael sounded less than pleased, but he so often did, and continued to read his paper.

“Hey Lel,” Samael quirked a grin, raising his glass. He eyed that glass then, giving a pointed look at the espresso machine. “Want to make us some coffee?”

Leliel had never heard sweeter words of greeting.

~*~*~*~

“I left your room just the way you left it!” Uriel chirped, hopping up the wide staircase.

“I know the way,” Leliel sighed, knowing it was pointless to try and get Uriel to stop helping, but he had to try anyway, to spare what was left of his sanity.

“All your things are just where you left them, I just came in and dusted and vacuumed and left everything right alone, I promise!”

“I know, Uriel, just like you always do,” Leliel peered down the hallway to the right, where it stretched to the front of the house, idly wondering who was occupying all those closed bedroom doors. Then he peered down the hall to the left, and behind himself slightly as it made an ‘L’ shape. His eyes fell on one door in particular. “Hey, is Kushiel staying here?”

Uriel blinked his large brown eyes, distracted from his helpful task and momentarily dazed by the derailing, “Oh!” he exclaimed as he recalled exactly who Kushiel was, or so Leliel amused himself by thinking. “No, dear, he has an apartment in the city.”

Leliel tried not to look as disappointed as he felt. He shouldered past Uriel opening the door for him and slid into his familiar territory. The room was dark, as he liked it, as the thick red velvet curtains were drawn over the windows. His bed was neatly made, which proved he hadn’t been staying there, the rich black and red covers tucked and folded perfectly into place.

He set his bag down on the foot of the bed and turned to give Uriel a look as he continued to just stand there by the door.

“Need anything?” Uriel asked cheerfully, hands clasped behind his back.

“No thank you, Uriel,” Leliel sighed, “I’d like to just relax, it’s been a long trip, okay?”

“Oh! Okay! Lunch will be ready in an hour!” Uriel bounced himself out the door, shutting it behind him.

Leliel could only shake his head, muttering to himself, “You just made a seven course breakfast… nothing changes around here.”

Leliel unclipped his cellular phone from his belt, checking that he had no messages or missed calls before setting it on the desk. Then he turned and let himself fall back onto the bed, atop the thick comforter, at an odd angle so he completely missed the velvet masses that were his huge collection of pillows.

His hands drifted down to his stomach where his shirt was riding up, fingers playing without thought over his navel piercing. He was rather disappointed that Kushiel wasn’t at the house, he was one of the ones that Leliel most looked forward to coming home to. And there were a couple others Leliel would rather not run into, which was what was keeping him in his room at the moment. That and his intense need to sleep after such a long trip.

~*~*~*~

“Aren’t you happy that Leliel is home!?” Uriel squeaked, hopping down the wide staircase and around the furniture to plop himself down on Raphael’s lap. “I’m happy! Aren’t you happy?!”

“I’m relieved,” Raphael grunted, setting his book aside in favor of wrapping his arms around Uriel’s slender waist. “The reports of his activities were rather disturbing, it’s nice to have him where I can monitor him more closely.”

Uriel giggled, slapping playfully at Raphael’s broad chest, “Don’t talk about him like he’s a science experiment, that’s rude!”

“I’m sorry, dear, but it is my duty to look out for his well-being,” Raphael couldn’t help but smile as Uriel’s infectious cheerfulness crept into him. He lifted his hand to play through Uriel’s rich brown hair, fingers deftly undoing the braid until it all untwisted and tumbled down his partner’s back.

“Don’t,” Uriel giggled, leaning forward, but not enough to actually get his hair away from Raphael.

“In fact, it would be nice if we could get the entire team to return here. I believe we should be organizing a somewhat more cohesive offensive instead of each one of us going off as we please after our targets.”

“I keep forgetting who my target even is!” Uriel smiled so brightly, no one could fault him for being ditzy, he was just too adorable to remain mad at for very long.

Raphael couldn’t help but smile fondly at his little Uriel for that very reason, he was just so cute and endearing, especially to Raphael, who had been partnered to him since the very beginning of it all. He leaned forward to brush his lips over Uriel’s forehead, “I am sure you’re not the only one, giving how many of the others stay here for so long at a time.”

“I like them here, can we get them all here?” Uriel tilted his hips so he was positioned more closely to laying on his stomach atop Raphael. He nuzzled up under Raphael’s jaw and dusted little kisses there. His tone was oh so delightfully begging, Raphael felt an unmistakable tug in his groin.

“I will do my very best, dear,” Raphael responded with a large measure of lustful growl in his throat, his hand wandering down to attempt to claim Uriel’s rear in his grip.

“Good!” Uriel cheered, hopping up and spinning away.

“Deeeeenied!” Samael crowed, smacking the back of Raphael’s head as he prowled into the house, shutting the front door behind him.

“Quite,” Raphael cleared his throat, adjusting his pants. “How long were you standing there?”

“Oh come on, how many times have I walked in on you two, you’ve long hit the maximum amount for being embarrassed,” Samael chuckled, dropping himself onto the couch and setting his feet up on the coffee table.

Raphael gave the shoes on his expensive table a glare, rolling his eyes up to meet Samael’s eyes.

“Oh right, sorry,” Samael kicked his shoes off, tossing them back towards the door. “Has Leliel come out of his room yet?”

“No, he has not. He did not come down for lunch. Uriel checked on him and he was napping rather soundly, so we decided not to disturb him.”

“Leliel’s home!?” came a squeal from somewhere behind Raphael.

Raphael smirked, picking up his book again and waiting for the impending shriek from upstairs.

~*~*~*~

Leliel moaned softly as large hands slid up his back, over the all too sensitive tattoo between his shoulder blades. Nails dug into the colored skin, sending jolts of pleasure racing down his spine, causing his body to jerk and strain against the bonds that had him tied down to the bed.

“Leliel!”

His silver eye came open before the blue eye, both of them finally synching and focusing on a cheerful smile not two inches in front of his face.

“Ugh, Sariel,” Leliel groaned, bringing his hands down from over his head, where in the dream they had been handcuffed to the headboard.

“I’ve missed you!” Sariel giggled, bouncing and causing the mattress to bounce beneath the both of them.

“I miss actually having a dream go all the way to orgasm, fucking hell,” Leliel jammed his hand down between his legs, completely forgetting whatever shred of modesty he should have had.

“Aww, I’m sorry!” Sariel was at least honest in that regard, despite being so damned cheerful. “Want a quickie before dinner?”

Leliel narrowed his eyes as he thought about that, gauging the need that was currently fogging his brain, “That would be a great way to welcome me home,” he grunted.

“It would be rude to show up to dinner with this anyway,” Sariel wriggled himself down Leliel’s body, freeing the hard length from its denim confines.

Leliel surrendered to it, raising his arms back up over his head, diving back into the remaining tendrils of the dream that were creeping around his brain. Sariel had a talented mouth, to be sure, the adorable platinum haired boy working the length expertly. Leliel gripped the headboard and held on, his body arching and responding to the attention.

“Nnnn, Kushi…” Leliel moaned.

Sariel giggled, lifting himself up and straddling Leliel’s hips.

“What?” Leliel drug himself up out of his fantasies, only vaguely aware that something had changed in the real world. He peered up at the smaller boy sitting atop him, grinding his now naked rear over Leliel’s raging hard on.

“You said Kushiel,” Sariel bit his lower lip, one hand behind him as he prepared himself. He lowered down gently, his heat surrounding Leliel’s sex. “Mm! Forgot how big you are.”

“You can take it, fluff,” Leliel quirked a hazy smile, “Did I really say Kushiel, like… out loud?”

“Uh huh, but we all know that you like him, so it’s no big deal- ah!” Sariel arched up, his head tilting back to send his moans up towards the ceiling.

“Oh yeah, right there,” Leliel kicked off his jeans the rest of the way so he could bend his legs up, bracing his feet on the bed to give himself better leverage. He pushed his hips up, driving his length up into the smaller male, fingers curling tighter around the bars of the headboard. He was already so close from how enthralling the dream had been, already denied at the edge of the dreaming state orgasm, his body was ready and begging for the release. “C’mon fluff, hurry up.”

“Usually…” Sariel panted, adjusting as Leliel’s generous size pushed further up into him, “it isn’t a problem… for you to last… longer than anyone.”

“It was a really good dream.”

“Course it was, it had Kushi in it,” Sariel teased. “We’ll have to call him later.”

“Oooh, don’t you dare,” Leliel fought off a rising shudder of pleasure at the very thought of hearing Kushiel’s voice, trying to encourage Sariel to move faster. He seriously needed to just come already.

“Yeah huh, get him to come over for dinner. It’s early,” Sariel whimpered softly, increasing the speed of his lifting and falling to match Leliel’s increased pace, “he’s probably still at work.”

“Oh God!” Leliel arched his back hard, clear up off the bed. He was struck by all the memories associated with that particular combination, and damn they were good.

“Hee, where’s the phone?”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Leliel hissed, grabbing hold Sariel’s hips to keep him from grabbing the phone that was still on the nearby desk. He drug those hips down to meet his, holding the smaller male against him as he pushed himself up, switching positions.

Sariel squeaked, bouncing back onto the bed and squirming in a half-hearted attempt at escape. Leliel’s hair slid across his back and down in a curtain around them as he pushed himself as far as he could inside Sariel without hurting him. He watched Sariel’s facial expressions as he shifted himself atop him, watching for that certain look that said he was hitting just the correct spot. Then he began really moving, taking absolute control of when Sariel got what sensation by securely holding his hips into place.

“Ehn! Lel!” Sariel protested, trying to squirm to get just a little more of that particular feeling.

Leliel hushed him gently with a deep kiss, drawing out the moment for as long as he could stand. By that time, Sariel was moaning wordlessly, completely incapable of saying anything coherent. Leliel took him right to the very edge of release and pulled back, then again, and again, before finally letting them both go.

From his back, as he shuddered in orgasm, flew wings of midnight blue and black feathers, spreading out behind him and stretching nearly to the very ceiling. He came down, curling himself over Sariel as he panted to get his breath back, wings draping over the bed around them.

“Heh,” Sariel reached out and batted at a nearby feather very lazily, looking extremely dozy, “Still not learned how to control that?”

“Hey, I can control exactly when I orgasm, I’m not too damn concerned about my fucking wings,” Leliel smirked, pushing himself up off his friend to get ready for dinner.

~*~*~*~

“I found a Lel!” Sariel announced as he bounced into the kitchen, pulling Leliel by the hand as he went. “Ooh pie!”

“Pie is for dessert!” Uriel scolded, swatting at Sariel with a spatula. “We have steaks for dinner!”

“Where are they!?” Sariel squeaked.

“Outside on the grill, you silly fluff!”

“Ooh, it’s nice outside. Come on Lel!” Sariel encouraged, as if Leliel had a choice in where the little bouncy thing was dragging him.

Even before Sariel drug them outside, Leliel could smell the meat cooking on the grill. The porch was littered with other household members lounging around on the patio furniture, with Samael attending the grill.

Slender Jophiel was lounging across a deck chair as if she were sunbathing, even though the sun had dipped down behind the tree line. Between her delicate fingers was a cigarette that she only now and again sucked at. She nodded her head to Leliel as Sariel drug him past, but her emerald eyes were tracking the small blonde.

Raphael was seated near the steps that led down into the yard, watching down the road that passed along the side of the house and behind it. “Here comes Sachiel.”

“Good timing, meat is nearly done. Hey you two,” Samael grinned, “My food brings all the boys to the yard.”

“Hey,” Jophiel protested.

“Oh right, sorry, I never know if you’re wearing the boobs today or not,” Samael teased her. He had a point, she so often switched genders on a whim it was difficult to keep track.

“Horses… are all… put away,” Sachiel murmured as he strode up onto the porch, tripping over nothing in particular, stumbling, and finally making it safely to a chair near Jophiel.

“Very good. I am fairly tired of that one in particular wandering into the house whenever he pleases,” Raphael scolded.

“Sorry,” Sachiel ducked his head, pulling his sleeves of his hands as they fidgeted together between his thighs.

“Oh stop, he’s a well behaved horse at least,” Uriel scolded Raphael’s scolding, carrying out a massive bowl of potato salad.

Leliel slid himself into a shadow, perching on the railing of the porch with one leg curled up. He watched how the others continued on with what he assumed were normal daily activities, as if nothing had changed. That was somewhat comforting, that they weren’t making a big deal of him being back.

“A car!” Uriel squeaked, almost forgetting to set his platters down before hopping up and bracing his hands on the porch railing, peering wide-eyed at the approaching vehicle.

Leliel ducked his head, narrowing his eyes at the object that was speeding down the road. It was huge, and it only took a moment before he could identify it as a certain Hummer. A purr rippled out of him before he could quiet himself.

“It’s Puriel!” Uriel announced, clapping and bouncing his way back into the house to retrieve more food and plates, no doubt. Because even when eating outside, the finest dishes were still needed.

“Well, we have enough food to feed him to be sure, maybe, okay there’s probably not enough pie,” Samael snorted.

“There’s never enough pie for Puriel,” Sariel giggled.

Leliel smiled fondly. He had really missed Puriel. He watched the Hummer pull into the circular drive and stop, then move a little bit up as another car came up behind him. Puriel noticed them on the back porch and cut across the lawn instead of going through the house. He strode up, grinning widely, combat boots hitting the porch with a resounding thud.

“Hi Puri!” Uriel chimed.

“Hey. Ooh steaks!” Puriel headed right for the grill, eyeing the meat. “You’re burning them!” he protested, shooing Samael away to rescue the poor slabs of cow.

“Hello Puriel,” Leliel murmured, not bothering to raise his voice above the banter of the others.

“Huh?” Puriel glanced up from plating up the steaks, scanning the crowd around him, eager as it was for food. His grin somehow became even wider when he spotted Leliel perched in his dark corner, blending into the shadows. “Lel!”

Leliel couldn’t help but smile at how happy Puriel genuinely was to see him. Out of everyone who stayed or visited the house, he was the second most important to Leliel.

“Leliel has returned?” came a familiar voice from out in the yard.

“Yeah Kush, he’s right over here!” Puriel called back.

And there was the most important.

It was a good day to be Leliel.

~*~*~*~

Leliel lifted his head as two fingers pressed up under his chin, keeping his eyes obediently lowered. Without thinking about it, he straightened his spine, rolling his shoulders back.

“What kept you away so long?” Kushiel asked in a guttural, growling sort of tone, filled with husky undertones.

“Hey Kushi, are you staying here tonight?!” Uriel popped their bubble of building sexual tension.

“Yeah, sure,” Kushiel stood himself up, dropping his hand and brushing past Leliel.

Leliel relaxed, a little disappointed and irritated at Uriel, but he couldn’t stay mad at Uriel for very long. Then he noticed the looks being exchanged between Kushiel and Puriel as Puriel handed him a beer. It sent an anticipatory shiver down Leliel’s spine.

“What about you, Puri? Are you back for long?” Uriel continued on breaking Leliel’s little bubbles of pleasures all over the living room.

“Yeah sure, if my superiors don’t call me back. You know, that war, blowing things up, destroying all the monkeys, I can’t resist,” Puriel grinned.

“Well your room is just the way you left it!” Uriel chimed.

“Yes, Uriel, I know,” Puriel grinned, just shaking his head and cracking open his beer.

The conversation was detailed and tedious, full of irrelevant small talk that Leliel could have cared less about. He kept his answers brief, hoping everyone would get the point that the last thing he wanted to do right now was to talk.

Eventually the pleasure bubble bursting chatterbox that was Uriel yawned and excused himself to bed. He was the perpetual hostess who had to prepare a seven course meal for breakfast, so it was understandable. Leliel remained in his dark corner, watching as Raphael swiftly followed his partner.

After a few more glances were exchanged, Kushiel pushed himself up and headed upstairs to his room. Again, Leliel waited. Samael and Puriel bantered for awhile longer before they finally broke off the conversation.

As Puriel passed where Leliel was perched, he gave him the smallest of nods. Leliel couldn’t help but smile just slightly as he slid down from his shadow and followed Puriel up the stairs. Really, there was no need for such a severe amount of discretion, but Leliel felt it added to the mood, so he wasn’t about to complain.

He slipped into Kushiel’s room after Puriel, shutting the door behind him. Kushiel was seated at his desk shuffling some papers around, giving them no more than a cursory nod before going back to his work. Leliel wasn’t bothered, as Puriel quickly caught him up into his arms and hugged him tightly.

“It’s been way too long,” Puriel lowered his head to eye-level with Leliel, his brown eyes warm with sincerity.

There was something about that embrace, that look, that soothed down the last of Leliel’s anxieties about returning to Raphael’s house. He closed the small distance between their mouths, expressing his thanks for that calming effect in the best way he knew how.

Puriel responded to the kiss with a similar thankfulness, one hand sliding down to grip at Leliel’s ass. Leliel was feeling a little more playful than just giving it up though, even if he most certainly did want it. What better way to say “Hello, I missed you” than with sex, after all?

Leliel slipped away from those strong arms, turning his back on Puriel and shifting his hips side to side as he pulled his shirt slowly up over his head. His hair caught up in the fabric, exposing the smooth whiteness of his back, as well as the circle and two crescent moons across his shoulder blades, before sliding free and tumbling like a black silk curtain.

“Still fucking sexy,” Puriel hummed appreciatively.

“Hmm?” Kushiel glanced up briefly from his work, at first to Puriel, then to Leliel. He grunted an agreeing noise before resuming his work.

Leliel wasn’t disappointed, it just meant he would have to try harder to get Kushiel’s attention. He strode slowly around the far side of the bed, undoing his jeans as he went. He was fully nude by the time he slid himself across the blackness of Kushiel’s covers, curling and settling himself on the pillows.

Puriel had sat himself on the end of the bed, eyes captive and tracking Leliel as he tried to pull his own pants off, finally remembering that he had to remove his boots first. Leliel smiled, amused, but with a large measure of sultry thrown in as he slid his hands down over his chest and belly. For a long moment there was no more than that, a slow writing dance of his upper body as his hands went no further down than his stomach, fingers playing over his nipples and belly ring as they pleased.

He stopped immediately when Puriel made a move like he was going to come crawling up the bed, shaking his head ever so slightly. Puriel pouted slightly, but settled back to enjoy the show. Because honestly, who would complain at being forced to watch such a sight?

Leliel rewarded his good behavior by sliding one hand lower, moving one leg out of the way for a lingering moment before hiding what his hand was doing all over again, repeating with a subtle turn of his body and the other leg moving aside. Gradually he allowed Puriel to see more and for longer, every now and again glancing to Kushiel to see if he had his attention yet.

Noticing how excited Puriel was already, Leliel shifted to using two hands. His other hand slid around behind him as he lifted his hips, piercing himself with one finger, working it in deeply before adding a second. All the while he moaned out his pleasure, unrestrained, letting the sounds fill the room.

“Just fuck him already, or I will,” Kushiel warned, giving Puriel a slow glare.

Puriel grunted an affirmative noise, crawling up along the bed and trapping Leliel there against the headboard with an arm to either side. Leliel merely turned his face up towards him and continued working at himself, pushing in a third finger and moaning loudly.

“God, Lel…” Puriel panted.

Leliel smirked and withdrew his fingers, draping his arms instead over Puriel’s broad shoulders. He situated his hips against Puriel, curling his legs around the larger male so he would have adequate leverage to control the penetration. With Puriel, it was usually necessary that he have control.

Leliel shifted himself slowly back and forth, rubbing himself against Puriel at the same time finding the exact position. When he felt the head of Puriel’s cock rub against him, he smiled, a coy sort of smile that caught and held Puriel’s attention. Then he lowered himself, inch by agonizing inch, until Puriel was moaning loudly – which didn’t take long.

“Oooh, fuck… Lel…” Puriel tried desperately to arch his hips up, needing that extra few inches, that faster friction.

Leliel denied him, lifting himself up when Puriel tried again, tsking him. It wasn’t until he was ready that he took Puriel’s length completely inside him. He let his arms slide off Puriel’s shoulders, leaning back and gripping the headboard of the bed. A small moan even escaped his lips that angle was so good.

Puriel slid his hands up the elegant arch of Leliel’s back, massive hands cupping the curve of the slender male’s sides. His hands were rough too, callused by use, which only made it better. It wasn’t long before even Leliel was starting to shiver from that intense pleasure.

“Come on, Puri,” Leliel moaned, voice husky and begging. He loosened the grip of his legs around Puriel’s hips to give his partner more room to move.

Puriel immediately took advantage of it, thrusting harder until he was grunting with the force of each thrust. Leliel had to grip the headboard harder to keep himself from falling back, but thankfully his arms were strong and he could manage.

“You’re so fucking hot, Lel,” Puriel panted, shaking his head at a slight break in his rhythm. He was already getting close to orgasm.

With a wicked smirk, Leliel rolled his spine forward again. His hands slid over Puriel’s broad chest, grazing over a few scars along the way to his nipples. It was only the barest touch, but Puriel immediately snapped his hips forward and collapsed into orgasmic shudders, dropping his forehead down against Leliel’s shoulder as he moaned out loud.

“Fuck… Lel… you know those are… sensitive,” he groaned, taking a moment before pulling himself out and weakly cleaning up a little.

“Yeah, I know,” Leliel purred, crawling his way down the side of the bed nearest to Kushiel, stretching himself out so his entire body – erection and all – was on display for the non-participant.

“Engh…” Puriel grunted, falling over onto the bed, almost instantly asleep. So male.

Kushiel seemed to sense the presence of sexy behind him, turning slightly and raising his eyebrow at Leliel. “Was there something you wanted?”

His mind screamed at him to say yes, to beg for Kushiel to fuck him. But at the end of the day, Leliel would never demand, never push himself onto Kushiel – above all others. That was one thing he was desperate to do right, just as Kushiel wanted, without the interference of his own desires.

“No sir,” Leliel responded, laying his head down on his arm. His erection ached, his body desperate for the release he had just given Puriel, but denied himself.

“Good then,” Kushiel turned back towards his desk and resumed his work.

Leliel felt a little stab of wounding at being ignored, neglected, but it was his own fault really. He contented himself with the fact that should Kushiel want him, he was right there and ready. And that thought alone could get him through the night.

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