Debrief

[Existentially Odd]

Having Remi atop him, grinding and kissing on him like a blanket of shivers, had Sam in bliss. They'd kissed a lot and every single time his mind had got carried away, trying to follow his body into wanting more but he'd forced himself to keep it under such a tight rein that it hadn't got far. He knew he wanted Remi, wanted to feel him inside him and kiss him constantly but he'd also wanted Remi. In his life, long term and he'd known that he couldn't have that if he attempted to indulge his lust too soon.

Now, there were no barriers and Remiel seemed to be everywhere. His tongue, his teeth, his hands, his his lips, his dick... it was like being an instrument, used to crank out beautiful music. It was overwhelming in the best way, especially when Remi wrapped them up together in his hand. Sam suddenly realised just how long it'd been since he'd had sex and how his well primed his foreplay sessions with Remi had got him. His eyes rolled back in his head and he became a mess of moans.

Remi moving away from his lips left them pouting but Sam lifted his head, watching the angel work his magic down his body in open-mouthed wonder. He shuddered wantonly when Remi nudged his legs apart, feeling the intense burn of desire unfurl from his belly and heat up his ass as well. So close, he was so close to being inside him. It was infuriating and exhilarating, making Sam impatient.

That evaporated when Remi's hot, wet mouth closed around his length. Sam groaned loudly, falling back on the bed and writhing as delicious sensations rolled over his hyper-sensitive skin. His fingers tangled in Remi's hair and he tugged almost desperately with one hand while the other skittered down the side of Remi's face, tracing the working of his jaw and his hollowed cheeks as Remi's head bobbed.

"Oh, shit," he swore softly, biting his lip as he fought the urge to thrust hard into Remi's mouth and explode. He needed to keep himself in check, he didn't want their first time to be a let down because he couldn't hold back until Remi slid inside him. He assumed the angel was just teasing him, that this was part of some truly spectacular foreplay and that a sickened finger would be winding its way into him any second.  Emotions swelled along with the anticipation and Sam groaned again, loving Remi's weight on him. It made him want to be pounded into the mattress.

With his mind focussing on restraint and his body in turmoil, it didn't take long before Sam was releasing a loud groan of frustration and attempting to pull Remi off him.  He needed to feel more of him weighing him down, to have his tongue in his mouth and be able to look into his beautiful eyes while he rammed into him. He couldn't remember needing anything this badly in a very long time.

"Please, Remi," he begged, his voice raspy with lust. "I need you inside me, c'mon darlin', please," he whined, clutching at Remi's hair, his face, his shoulders and trying not to think too hard about just how heavenly that mouth felt or it would all be for nothing.

[Ehcorn]

At first, Remi interpreted all the tugging and sounds Sam made as encouragement to continue licking and sucking while stroking where his mouth couldn’t be. It wasn’t the original plan, but he was adaptable. If Sam wanted to be worked until he bucked and spasmed, filling his mouth with salty spurts that he’d happily swallow, then so be it. But when his pushing became more urgent and was paired with a request to move onto other things, Remi lifted his head to blink at the vampire.

Oh.

He sat back on his haunches and darted his tongue out to lick his lips, but he did as requested and kept his mouth to himself. Not his hands, though. He tunneled his fingers over Sam’s velvety hardness without any real rhythm, maintaining only enough pressure and speed to keep him aloft as he scanned the bed for the bottle of lube. When his eyes didn’t land on it, Remi leaned over as far as he could without breaking contact with Sam to fan his free hand over the bed’s surface.

Still no lube.

Just as he was about to admit defeat and ask for a spare, he spied it from the corner of his eye. His shoulders fell. Bottles, it turned out, rolled. It'd ended up all the way on the other side of the room.

"I’ll be right back," he sighed, finally releasing Sam to slide off the bed.

When he returned to bed and to Sam, he held the bottle up triumphantly: the hero had returned bearing gifts. The confusion that'd lined Sam's brow cleared, leaving room for lust to settle into his twilight blue eyes again. How he'd ever refused Sam when he could look at him like that, making his insides all twisty and getting him hard without a touch, was beyond him.

His heart pounding, Remi crawled back to his spot between Sam’s legs, stealing a moment to massage and knead the firm muscle he found there until the sounds Sam made prickled at his skin like lightning before a storm searching for a place to ground itself. He needed to be inside of Sam. That's where he'd find his relief. The weight of it was at his back, pushing him into moving faster than his fingers able and making him fumble and squeeze out more than he'd meant to when he turned the bottle over his awaiting palm. Silken liquid dripped off his fingers and dribbled down his wrist and arm, followed by Remi's gasp of dismay because it kept gushing out until he managed to snap the lid closed again.

"Too much is better than not enough, right?" he said, laughing until he realized it was dribbling off him and onto the bed. He cupped his other hand beneath the first, rescuing what he could while he begged Sam to bend his knees and lift his hips so he could get the lube where it was supposed to be. Then he was coaxing a finger in, searching for the bump that would have Sam turn into a moaning puddle if he hit it right, and adding a second and third when Remi felt him relax enough.

The next time they locked eyes, the heat he saw there had him abandon his task of stretching to rub what remained of the lube onto himself and rise to his knees, grabbing Sam by his hips and dragging and lifting him close enough that he was pressed against his entrance. His heart raced, anticipation building until it felt like he might burst as he pushed past the ring of resistance and was slowly enveloped by noticeably cooler tightness. A low groan escaped from Remi's throat and a shiver traveled from the base of his skull down to the base of his spine.

He held himself still until he was sure he could go slow and watch and feel for signs of tension that said he needed to give Sam more time to adjust, but when none came, he collapsed forward and met Sam's lips. Remi kissed him deeply as he increased the pace, losing himself to the sensations and sounds that swirled around him until he wasn't sure where Sam began and he ended.

[Existentially Odd]

Samuel blinked and lifted his head to look groggily down his body as Remi told him he'd be right back. From where? he wanted to scream but rolled his lips into his mouth instead, feeling empty and alone as the angel's warmth was denied him. He tried to force down the urge to squirm as he watched Remi move to retrieve... oh, the lube. He watched Remi return with eager eyes, his skin on fire with want. He chuckled when the bottle was held aloft but his voice soon degenerated into a series of moans and whimpers as Remi returned to him with gusto.

Even though he didn't need to breathe, Sam felt like he was holding his breath. Everything in him was coiled as Remi fingered him, hiking his legs up so that he could wrap them around the angel's waist, stroking and priming him in unspeakably good ways. When Remi finally slid into him it was like every cell in his body exhaled, the pressure in his chest shifting to other, much more intensely pleasurable places.

When Remi's lips closed over his, their circuit closed and Sam was pretty sure he understood what being on the Heavenly Plane was truly like. Remi was silken heat and sheathed muscle and Sam clung to him as his body sang. They worked together, their bodies moving synchronistically. It happened faster than usual; Sam was surprised. There was clearly something to be said for heated, repeated lead up sessions because he felt more connected to Remi than he'd felt to anyone since his sire. Even before Remi found the perfect angle to send his mind reeling into the stars, he felt like a wire, live and thrumming with electricity.

The downside to all that rapid, amazing connecting was that it burnt hard and hot but couldn't last. Sam clutched Remi close, his limbs twined around his heat while he pounded into him, igniting his prostate and stroking his cock, their tongues able to do little more than loll in their gaping mouths, pressed sloppily together in the shape of a silent scream. The build was relentless, carrying him higher than Remi's wings ever could, spiralling upwards and upwards until he exploded into a billion scattered fragments of lust and pleasure and joy.

"Remi!" he cried, head driving back into the pillow, neck tendons straining, awareness filtering back to him slowly. He was holding the angel too tight, he realised, his body held rigid as his orgasm ripped through him. Wave after wave of ecstasy ebbed but he forced himself to loosen up, to unclench and lessen the pressure he was bringing to bear on... well, on every part of Remi's body. It was a good thing he was strong enough to withstand him. "Holy shit, darlin'," Sam breathed, threading his fingers through Remi's hair, drunkenly grabbing at him as he belatedly started paying attention to what the angel was doing.