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« on: September 16, 2019, 10:27:51 PM »
The taxi deposited Ben on the footpath in front of the building that was Saraekiel's headquarters. It was midnight, the night was cold and the moon was almost at its halfway point. Ben stared at the building, finally doubting that Saraekiel was even here and whether or not he lived in this building. This was his office, right? Just because Ben lived at his headquarters didn't mean that everybody else lived at theirs.

He stood outside the building, fists clenched and his anger holding out but there was more beneath the surface. Hurt. Confusion. Rejection. Kerr had assumed the worst of him and shuffled him out of Win's room like a mother hen. Ben had been humiliated by the manoeuvre. His single opposition to it was met with a walkout. It was like everything they'd discussed from the time Kerr had returned from the dead, had been thrown out the window.

Thinking about it brought his lingering rage fresh and new to the surface. It gave him the confidence to move into the building. He saw Paddy behind the reception counter. When Ben caught his eye, he didn't bother with a greeting.

"Tell Saraekiel that Ben is here," he ordered.
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« Reply #1 on: September 16, 2019, 11:22:09 PM »
The ringing of the phone startled him from the spreadsheet he was working on. he gazed at the clock on the computer and raised an eyebrow at the time it displayed as he picked up the handset. "Yes?"

His eyebrows climbed higher higher as Paddy informed him of his late night visitor. He flicked his eyes to the elevator door, expecting Ben to step out of it for some reason then flicked his eyes around his office. It was neat, although dimly lit.

"Send him up. Actually Paddy, just give him your access card."

Why was Ben calling on him in the middle of the night? if had been a few days since their last social call and he hadn't heard anything in the grapevine that would call for a political visit. Intrigued he got up from his desk and turning up the lights with the remote control he then went and stood by the lounge.

Paddy hung up the phone and approached Ben. "Ummm Mr Samson, Saraekiel said you could go straight up. just use this to access his level in the elevator." He held out his access card with a polite smile, his eyes however were burning with curiosity.

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« Reply #2 on: September 16, 2019, 11:35:44 PM »
Ben took the card and moved to the lift, pressing the button and riding it up. He pocketed the card absently, not really thinking about what he was doing. The anger in his belly did a little flip at the idea of seeing Saraekiel again, this time without a chaperone. He hadn't acted on any of his impulses throughout their last meeting, but he'd discovered - much to his surprise - that his intense attraction to Saraekiel was mutual.

Though was it really? Had the dark angel picked up on his signs and was manipulating him? Right now he didn't care. Right now he wanted someone to prioritise him, respond to him, seduce him.

The lift doors opened and Ben stepped out. He was wearing the same thing he'd worn earlier that night when he'd been working in his office; light grey slacks and a black button-up shirt, open at the throat. The shoes on his feet were black sneakers - comfortable but could pass for business shoes in a pinch.

Saraekiel stood in the middle of the room, waiting for him. Ben moved over to him, feeling like he was moving through thickened air, like in a dream. He stopped about a metre away.

"Kerr and I had a fight," he said, explaining his presence. He hadn't meant to say anything about the real reason why he was here, but it came out anyway. He said it without emotion - just a statement of fact, just something for Saraekiel to know.
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« Reply #3 on: September 17, 2019, 12:04:46 AM »
He was dressed rather simply in dark denim jeans, sneakers and a pale lemon coloured short sleeved shirt and like Ben his top three buttons were undone. His official work hours had finished hours ago and so he had changed into something far more comfortable. He pushed off of the back of the lounge and stood straighter as the elevator door opened and Ben stepped out. His anger was palpable and rolled off of him in waves.

"I'm sorry to hear that." He said softly. Ben's statement had been simple but the emotions behind it were not. He slowly approached Ben and unable to resist he reached out and tucked a stray strand of Ben's hair back into place, his fingertips trailing over his skin as he did so.

"Are you okay?" He asked gently as he wondered how much shit was about to hit the fan because of this visit, He looked into Ben's glacial eyes and decided that maybe he didn't care.

"Come on in" He indicated the lounge behind him for Ben to sit at if he wished as he stepped to the side, giving Ben the chance to come closer."




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« Reply #4 on: September 17, 2019, 12:23:14 AM »
Ben's gaze raked Saraekiel's form and his anger flipped and transformed into a different kind of heat when the dark angel reached out and softly grazed fingertips over his skin. Ben's eyes fluttered but he didn't recoil; instead he wet his lips, a portion within him screaming the question of what he thought he was doing, but it was a very small portion. He knew exactly what he was doing. He might not have known it on the drive over in the cab, but he'd certainly known it on the ride up the lift.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Ben replied. He certainly sounded okay. He closed the distance between them and glanced at the lounge but didn't move towards them. He stopped in front of Saraekiel instead, looking up at him and knowing - from the meeting they'd had two nights ago - that he had an appeal to this man.

Win had looked at him with a hunger earlier tonight. Ben had felt the presence of his lust. Unfortunately Win was a no-go right now. He was too embarrassed to pursue anything there. But Saraekiel...

"Kiel," he said softly. "I don't want to talk about what brought me here."

He did the thing he'd been stopping himself ever since he'd lain eyes on the dark angel at Charon's party for Sabrina's outing as District Leader of the South. He reached out and touched him.

He raised his hands and slid his palms up the lemon yellow shirt, which looked almost white against Kiel's golden skin. He stared into the dark angel's almondine shaped eyes, admired his lashes and dropped his stare to the divine curve of his lips. Being so close to Saraekiel was a heady experience. He felt drugged, like he was overdosing on his very presence. It was a new, wondrous sensation. He'd never felt lust before, not to this degree.
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« Reply #5 on: September 17, 2019, 03:19:58 AM »
A trill of pleasure spilled down his spine as Ben closed the distance between them and ran his hands over his chest. He searched Ben's mesmerizing glacial eyes, looking for any doubt or uncertainty in their depths. Ben felt like lust but underneath that was a conflagration of anger and frustration. As much as he was attracted to Ben and because of the intensity of that attraction, he didn't want to become nothing more then a vengeance lay in the Samson and Galvin saga.

The sound of his name falling from Ben's lips sent anther tremor to course through him "Then don't" He said simply in response, his voice though still soft held a slight huskiness from his own desire.

He lifted his hand and brushed the back of his fingers along Bens fine, sweeping cheekbone, then down along his jaw to his mouth, his thumb then lightly tracing over his slightly parted lips, first the bottom then the top. The flesh soft and delicate beneath his touch. He yearned to pull Ben in even closer,  to capture those lips with his own as he ran his fingers through his hair, to wrap his arms and wings around him, but he knew if he gave into the temptation, if he crossed that line, stepping back would be so very hard and the consequences, the consequences would be dire.

With a shuddering breath and a look of pained regret in his eyes, he took a step back and away from Ben

"But we need to discuss the potential repercussions of what will follow if you stay here, and you need to decide if this is what you really want, if this is all you want."


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« Reply #6 on: September 17, 2019, 07:24:40 AM »
With Saraekiel's thumb crossing over his lips, he captured it with his mouth as it moved across the top, enough of the thumb available for him to suck on, tongue flicking up along and then across the tip of the thumb before it exited. Desire hummed loud in his ears, all other sounds shut off except for them - the brush of his fingers on fabric, the racing heart beneath Kiel's chest and his breath as it was pulled in and exhaled.

As Ben's body responded, thickening and becoming sweetly uncomfortable in his pants, he started forgetting about why he was here and what had happened to bring him here. He'd always had the ability to get lost in the moment, to lose himself in eroticism. One of his hands started climbing up, wanting to entangle itself in Sarakiel's hair, when the dark angel pulled away and Ben was left with nothing but air. He dropped his hands to his sides, not bothering to cover up his erection.

Of course there was an obvious line he could say in response to Kiel's words.

This is all I've wanted since I laid eyes on you

But he didn't have it in him to be flirty and sexy and to try and talk Saraekiel into action. He didn't want to talk anyone into action. That was why he'd come here in the first place. He'd thought the dark angel would be selfish, that he would take what was on offer no questions asked, that he desired Ben enough to accept him in whatever form he came.

"Don't do this," Ben said, his voice shaking. "Don't make me regret coming here instead of going to Venture," he pleaded, because he did have options. "This might be a one-time thing, or something more, but if you shut me out now you'll get nothing, because I won't dare try again. I need someone to do what I want. Just... do what I want."

He remained as he was, waiting for his reply, feeling defeated and miserable and wondering why it was so difficult to find someone who wanted what he wanted. Was this why District Leaders were always so grumpy? Because they were eternally being cock-blocked or denying themselves?

He stared at Saraekiel, hoping to be spared the indignity of being sent away.
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« Reply #7 on: September 17, 2019, 08:32:04 PM »
Sarakie narrowed his eyes slightly at Ben's words, the memory of Ben's mouth around his thumb was still causing his cock to swell and thicken, each swelling jerk synchronizing with the fading ghost like sensation of each lick and caress of Ben's tongue and lips. The sensory memory was distracting enough to cool any anger he might have felt over what was being said. His smokey grey eyes still smouldering with desire. He didn't like ultimatums and Ben had definitely thrown one into his face.

"Do what I want."

Was also not a command that he would normally have responded well to. He flicked his burning eyes over Ben, devouring him with his gaze. he was so tired of trying to play diplomat.

Ben's relationship with Kerr wasn't his problem and he wasn't their nurse maid.

He swooped in towards Ben, his hands sliding along the back of his head, his soft blond hair just long enough to grip as he bunched his fingers in it, pulling his head back as he gave in and captured Ben's mouth with his own. his lips hungry and demanding as he drank him down, his body pressing hard up against him.

After a few moments he pulled away, his gaze hot and demanding as he looked at Ben, his fingers trailing through Ben's hair and skimming lightly over the skin of his neck.

"I do what I want."

He slid his fingers lower, skipping over his collar only to tangle in the fabric of his shirt as he ran his fingers over his shoulders and down his chest. He wanted skin and Ben was dressed in far to many layers, with a soft snarl he grabbed Ben by the hips and scooping him up into his arms he carried him over to his desk and planted him on top of it.

He looked down at his prize as he bunched the black hindrance that was Ben's shirt in his fists and tore it open, Ben's buttons popping and spilling onto the desk and floor around them. He slid his hands over Ben's smooth cool skin, gliding slowly up over his stomach chest and shoulders, the feel of the vampires body beneath his touch only fueled his hunger and desire for him as he cupped his hands around the side and back of his neck.

"And what I want, is you." He said as he tugged Ben towards him and once drank him down with a kiss, his tongue darting furtively between his lips.

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« Reply #8 on: September 17, 2019, 09:44:53 PM »
When Saraekiel approached, Ben automatically reached out for him so that the dark angel stepped into his arms. His fingers curled, nails scraping his back as his head was forced back. It was rough and sexy and just what he needed as a kiss was pressed onto him. He responded as best he could in the position he was in. Being curved backwards - even as slightly as he was - pressed their groins together so that he could feel the dark angel's erection, thick and heavy against his thigh, his own one rubbing beside it in the most maddening way, yearning to be freed.

When Kiel pulled back, Ben made a soft sound of loss, his teeth grit together, staring first as those lips he'd just been kissing before lifting his gaze to make eye contact.

'I do what I want,' Kiel said, and fuck it was so sexy Ben couldn't stand it. He felt like he'd been a contained flicker, stoked into a small blaze here and there but mostly kept under control. Now he'd been unleashed and was burning everything in sight. A wildfire.

His hands moved up Saraekiel's back and delved into his hair, thumbs massaging his scalp moments before he was picked up. Ben grunted his surprise before wrapping his legs around Kiel's muscular torso, right hand shifting hurriedly down to press between his shoulder blades to keep himself in place, feeling the muscles working there that held him sturdily.

He wasn't on the desk long before the buttons of his shirt were flying and his chest was bared. He felt a little self-conscious about his lightly-muscled frame. Saraekiel had a better body, better skin. He was taller and bigger with more well-defined muscles. Ben had felt them through the dark angel's clothing. He didn't dwell on it too much other than hoping he wouldn't be a disappointment. The way he was touched soon after removed all of his doubts. His stomach clenched as Saraekiel's fingers found the ticklish part of him.

'And what I want, is you' Kiel told him next, and there was relief and passion and a desire to keep things going. Right now he couldn't get enough. Not enough skin, not enough touching, not enough pressing or rubbing or fucking. He wanted it to last but he also wanted it all now, now, now.

Kissing came first as Ben's hands returned to the front of Kiel's yellow shirt. He made himself undo the button rather than force them apart. Then the next. Then the next. It was fucking agonising. His cock was uncomfortable in his pants now. He didn't want to explode early and inside his clothes. That would be humiliating to the hundredth degree.

He didn't need to breathe but it was a habit to pull in breath in a heightened state of arousal. He usually expelled it in small sounds and gasps, murmurs and groans when in the middle of sex. Right now he was expelling breath in sighs and puffs of delight whenever his lips were free. He put his mouth to use whenever Saraekiel needed to catch his breath by kissing along his jaw, aware of the tattoo when he was kissing past Kiel's neck to reach his earlobe, pulling it into his mouth, sucking and gnawing gently on it between teeth, while his hands busied themselves.

He'd finished unbuttoning Saraekiel's shirt. He was up to his pants now. He still had his legs around the dark angel's hips which made the job slightly more difficult but too bad, he wasn't giving up how close they were. His fingers worked down Kiel's fly and delved in to discover there was no underwear to deal with. Unhindered, he wrapped his hand around Saraekiel's thick cock, freeing him before he started gently stroking. Ben abandoned Saraekiel's ear to return to his mouth, wanting to kiss him now that he was holding him.
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« Reply #9 on: September 18, 2019, 11:08:04 PM »
His eyes shuttered closed in pleasure as Ben nibbled a fiery path along his skin with his kisses, a small groan passing his own lips as Ben sucked and nibbled his earlobe, a shudder of pleasure shot sharply through his body, pooling within his stomach like molten fire, his cock jerking harder within the confines of the material that kept him imprisoned as the sensation of those teeth against his skin, and from the implied implication of adding more teeth to the game, of adding pain to the pleasure sent goosebumps dancing over his golden skin. Ben's slow unbuttoning of his shirt was also excruciating, he wanted his hands on him now, needed to feel skin against skin as his throbbing member strained tightly against the denim that kept it constrained, the constriction of the material only adding fuel to the fire that burned within him.

As Ben slipped his hand inside his jeans and released him from that prison, he inadvertently released all of him, his glamour slipping away like water off a rock. His blood kissed ebony wings stretched and unfurled above and behind him with a soft, yet distinct snap, as his hardened manhood spilled into Ben's hands. He moaned his pleasure into Ben's mouth as the vampire kissed him. His hips rolling and thrusting into his skilled hands, the feeling of his cool vampiric grip against his heated flesh only caused him to buck harder, encouraging him to continue, demanding more as he gently and slowly stroked the length of him, his clever fingers eliciting a low groaning growl of pleasure as they rubbed and teased the ridges of his head as his cock jumped and trembled in his tightening grip.

When his eyes finally fluttered open, there was nothing human in them, they blazed with nothing but power and heat, his nails and fingers digging into Ben's cool, silken skin as he ran his hands hungrily over his shoulders and naked chest, his long fingers circling and rubbing the hardening nub of his nipples. His returned kiss becoming more demanding, as he gently captured Ben’s bottom lip with his teeth, carefully scraping and stretching it as he cautiously squeezed and twisted Ben’s nipples as those hands continued to glide back and forth over his cock

Saraekiel finally pulled away from the kiss and Ben’s sinfully talented mouth and explored his body instead, slipping himself out of Ben’s hands to do so. First, he did so with his eyes, sliding his softly glowing eyes over his form, drinking him in, his eyes glowing brighter, deepening with desire as he raked him over his with heated gaze. His body may not have been as defined as his own but then Ben didn’t have wings that needed extra muscle to make work and move. As human male bodies went, his was gorgeously pleasing, he wanted to explore every inch of it, with every sensory skill he possessed, as his eyes landed on the straining bulge in his pants, his smile was filled with wicked intentions as he lifted his hungry gaze back up to Ben's face.

"You are more beautiful than I ever expected" He said as he kissed him again, his lips as deceptively soft as a hummingbirds wing and just as fleeting.

He then followed the path his eyes made with his hands. He gently slid Ben's shirt off of his shoulders, his fingers trailing down Ben's arms, what little nails he had teasingly scoring his alabaster pale skin as he rolled his shirt free from his body, the offending material quickly thrown to the floor and forgotten " Lay back" he commanded as he gently pushed Ben backwards till he was lying flat on his back on top of the desk, fully displayed for the taking and Saraekiel’s pleasure, his pants the only remaining barrier left.

"I am going to explore and pleasure every inch of you I can, then, we are going to fuck until dawns light finds us."

He smile was slow and lascivious as he leaned over and slowly ran his fingers over Ben’s body, his fingers moving in tantalizingly lazy swirls as he glided lower and lower, his fingers trailing gently down the happy trail, the pads of his fingers sliding and moving through the light downy hair only to stop at the belt, his fingers tapped maddeningly against the leather and the flesh just above it. He wanted to feel the silky soft skin of Ben’s cock, to hear those cute gasps of air slip from his lips as he stroked him., He lifted his gaze from the hard straining bulge that was pressing against that black fabric and smiled wickedly into Ben's eyes as he slowly skipped his fingers down and over him, his touch was ultra-light, a mere brushing against all that straining, steel hard, muscle that throbbed and jerked beneath his fingertips. He ran his fingers over the full length of him, back and forth in a maddening dance before he leaned forward over Ben and laid his scalding lips against Ben's breastbone.  A puckering of the skin to ascertain Ben's reaction to the potential addition of a dark angels gift to their little fray. It was just a little sting, which he then licked with the very tip of his tongue. He then followed the path his eyes and fingers had made earlier, kissing and tasting his way down Ben’s body making sure to tease his nipples with his mouth and teeth first and then adding sharp but gently little bites to the kisses as he followed Ben’s happy trail to his waist line.

Once he got to the belt, he had stopped playing with Ben’s constrained cock and was now sliding his hands up his dangling legs, his fingers and nails digging and scrapping at him through the material. He flicked his burning eyes to Ben's and smiled with the outpost wickedness as his breath huffed over his skin.

“You came here looking to play with fire.Yes?”

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« Reply #10 on: September 19, 2019, 08:14:06 AM »
Ben heard the snap of wings but didn't recognise it, thinking of a sheet flapping in the wind instead, so when he lazily opened his eyes in the middle of the kiss to have a look, he was both shocked and turned on even more (if such a thing was possible). His hands continued to move, teasing, squeezing, stroking and doing all the things he liked for himself and what he'd discovered others liked until he found what drew the biggest reaction from the dark angel, then he repeated that most often, enjoying the way Saraekiel thrust back and forth like he was fucking Ben's hands. His chest was explored by Saraekiel, fingers tweaking nipples brought a grunt of enthusiastic pain which he renewed into their kiss. Caught between flinches of tickling from delicate touches or from the sharp edges of erotic pain, Ben was at Saraekiel's mercy already.

Once again the dark angel backed off. Ben lowered his hands to the edge of the desk, holding it as he stared at the new quality in Saraekiel's eyes. Ben was a mixture of intimidated and adoring, worshipful and thirsting. The compliment made him smile lightly before it was gone to parting lips as he imagined all of the places on Saraekiel's body that he would put his mouth on. His lips were recaptured and then the remains of his shirt were peeled off him. He helped it go before he was pushed gently and urged to lay on his back. Ben followed the command willingly, glad that this desk wasn't filled with papers and other stationery clutter like his own.

Saraekiel's words thrilled him but also touched a nerve of fear: 'we are going to fuck until dawns light finds us'. If dawn's light found Ben, that would be very bad. There weren't many places in this office to keep out of the sunlight, either. It was a passing consideration in his mind; he didn't really believe any harm would come to him, other than his hole being thoroughly wrecked.

Ben continued to grip the edge of the desk, so that he wouldn't bring his hands up to stop or lighten the touches on his body. He didn't want to interfere with Saraekiel's plans for him and in his position, he couldn't reach out and touch the other without sitting up. He looked down his body as he was touched, and at Saraekiel as he was looked at and leant over. The dark angel was still between his legs, though he'd thought his pants would be gone by now - instead he was touched through them, causing him to twitch and squirm, sigh and whimper.

"Close, I'm too close," Ben pleaded as Saraekiel worked him; he could feel pressure building in him - but it was alleviated when pain flared on his chest when the dark angel put his mouth there. Ben's lip curled, baring his fangs and sucking in air through his teeth. He looked down but couldn't see anything except a tangle of dark curls and a bit of the dark angel's face. He saw a bit more when Kiel lifted his head to lick the wound he'd put on Ben's skin, which felt hot and throbbed much like his cock. Slowly Ben's awareness shifted back to the pleasure in his groin away from the pain on his breast. Would there be a mark? Had Saraekiel put his mark on him?

Saraekiel shifted and so did the mood. The playfulness changed gear into something hotter and more serious. Ben heard a request for consent in the question. He could change his mind now, at this point, and go no further with a simple 'no'. But it wasn't so simple. He couldn't say no, not now, not when he not only wanted it but felt like he needed to progress - like he would die of discomfort and disillusionment if he ended things now. There was only one answer for him. He pulled in air and breathed out his single-word response.

"Yes."
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« Reply #11 on: September 19, 2019, 09:16:55 PM »
“Yes”

That single word sent a shudder of pleasure through his body. He was head drunk on power and need, His body and mind thrumming with lust, his senses overrun with all things Ben. He had wanted to take things slow, to teasingly remove his pants from his body with one scorching touch at a time. Instead he removed his shoes, then socks with quick efficiency, then he sank to his knees, his hands gently spreading Ben's legs further apart, making room for himself between them. He leaned forward, his breath trembling above Ben’s straining phallus, it’s outline, hard and clear against his trousers, begging to be freed. He smiled up at Ben who had now braced himself on his arms so as to get a better view, and laid his smiling lips against that throbbing need.

The cloth dissolved beneath his him like crimson snowflakes, most of the material vaporizing without a trace, what little did fall to the floor, fell like a light rain of ash all that remained were Ben’s briefs and his belt.

Saraekiel exhaled softly, his breath blowing over Ben, stirring and tickling whatever hair there was. His lips trailed up the length of his till he reached the exposed flesh that the briefs were unable to restrain. His tongue flicked out and licked it, tasting him before he worked those few exposed inches into his mouth, his lips sucking and pulling the stretched foreskin, his tongue gliding over his barely exposed head, rubbing the underside of it with the tip of his tongue as his hands snaked up underneath the bands of his underwear and slowly rolled then down over his hips and thighs. As his cock was slowly freed so Saraekiel took more and more of it into his mouth, working his way down the shaft inch by slow inch, working that silken steel rod with his mouth and throat until he had reached the very base of it, then he slowly rose off of it, sucking as he did so, once he was half way up he swallowed it down again, his fingers gently cupping and massaging Ben’s balls as he did so, carefully rolling each testes between the pads of his fingers and thumb.

At every third interval or so he would send a small current of power through his lips, and down Ben’s cock, a sliding kiss of electricity to wrap around that silken steel, a living electro wand, to shock and startle only to have it gone almost as quickly as it came, what pain there was quickly lost amongst the pleasure of Saraekiel’s mouth.

He slowly worked that cock with his mouth and hand, often coming up to tease and lick with his lips and tongue, pulling the foreskin back for better access as his hand stroked and worked the base of him. His other hand stroking and gliding over his own throbbing need, working them both until they were at the brink, the sounds coming from Ben's throat and the slight change of taste in his mouth indicating it was time to stop, his mouth releasing him finally with a loud wet pop.




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« Reply #12 on: September 19, 2019, 09:39:24 PM »
When his pants disappeared, the first thing he thought was 'how cool' and the second thing he thought was 'how the hell am I going to get home'. He looked at Saraekiel sharply as the real-world thought entered his consciousness, but it was gone in a hurry when finally he was getting the kind of attention he'd been yearning for. Saraekiel's lips on him were divine and he no longer cared about his stupid dissolving pants.

Ben sighed and moaned and curled his toes at Saraekiel's ministrations. He whimpered and writhed and begged, gasping and moaning and unable to keep his groans in check. He'd always been noisy.

The zapping was painful and he didn't love it, though the aftereffect of tingles was grand. He didn't quite understand what and how Saraekiel was doing to achieve such a thing but he had an inkling it was nothing Ben could recreate. Strong shivers wracked his spine and he tilted his head back, arching as a desperate desire to unleash overwhelmed him. Saraekiel took that as a cue to stop and Ben wanted to wrap his fist into the dark angel's hair and ram his mouth down so that his throat could finish the job and accept his seed. Except of course he didn't, but his gaze was lust-hazed and he growled his annoyance, meaning for it to come out as words 'don't stop' or 'keep going' but all that was heard was a roar of frustration. He'd been taken to the damn brink. He wanted to cum so they could go again. Why? Why the teasing?

He needed to calm down but also wanted to show off, too. He couldn't do the same kind of parlour tricks but he could prove to Saraekiel that not needing to breathe was an incredible asset. With a quick glance at what was on the surface of the desk around him (nothing much), Ben sat up, kissing Saraekiel hard if he was within reach but not going for him if not. He had another order for Saraekiel. He didn't know about the dark angels adversity for being told what to do, but it was the kind of instruction that Ben figured he wouldn't mind following.

"Feed me your cock," he demanded, then lifted his legs and spun around on the desk, wriggling down and laying back again so that his shoulders were at the edge and his head tipped back. Looking at Saraekiel upside down, Ben opened his mouth and curled his tongue, beckoning the dark angel's phallus to fill his mouth and throat.

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« Reply #13 on: September 19, 2019, 10:04:16 PM »
He loved the groan and roar of frustration. The vampire would cum when he said so, when he allowed it, not when he did. He arched up, meeting Ben's kiss, sharing the taste of himself with him before he pulled away and reversed himself on the table.

"Feed me your cock."

Were sweeter words ever spoken?

His hands snaked around the back of Ben's head, offering support as he teased that pretty mouth with his hard and swollen cock. Just before he slid inside his mouth he fisted his hair, pulling it at it sharply to gain full eye contact.

"Fang me and there will be some serious trouble." His tone both playful yet deadly serious. Once he was certain Ben knew and agreed to the rules he did as commanded and fed the greedy vampire his cock.

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« Reply #14 on: September 19, 2019, 10:16:52 PM »
When Saraekiel rubbed his phallus against Ben's face, taunting him, Ben smiled initially and breathed a soft laugh but then he grew serious, tipping his head even further back to try and capture it. Finally Saraekiel looked like he meant business but Ben winced when his hair was tugged and he frowned at the warning.

"'Course not," he insisted. He would never do such a thing. He felt mildly insulted but then that was when Saraekiel started feeding himself in, leaving Ben without a reply and having to deal with taking on the shaft. He wriggled one last time before settling into the right angle, working his throat and feeling like he was being stuffed until he swallowed Saraekiel all the way to the hilt. He closed his eyes and focussed on keeping his throat relaxed, even as he reached back and found Saraekiel's hips.

Once he was in position, he pushed and pulled at the dark angel, letting him know he was ready to take him on. At first progress was slow - he could feel Saraekiel's length all the way down his throat. He pulled out almost all the way - enough for Ben's tongue to circle and for him to press his lips together as tightly as possible before Saraekiel thrust in again, a little faster this time. Ben's sounds were muffled. One hand abandoned Saraekiel's hip so Ben could hold his throat, feeling the movement externally as Saraekiel sawed back and forth into him. He was at the dark angel's mercy - if Saraekiel wanted to be rough, Ben couldn't stop him.
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