Chapter 5

(Angel)

Rock My World Papi

Though he'd always considered himself more discerning than Billy and Shanny and slightly pickier than Ajay and Tiny, Angel felt no shame about offering himself to the man whose video chats he'd made it his mission to crash whenever Dion had popped up on Bella's screen. Of course, Bella being Bella had picked up on Angel's crush right from the very beginning and told him more than once how amazing it would be to hook them up.

Now here was Dion in the flesh and Angel got to slide his fingers over that shaved head and feel the smoothness of Dion's scalp beneath his fingertips.

"Bold look," Angel murmured. "Fierce. I like it. You pull it off well."

Chuckling, Dion skimmed his hands beneath Angel's crop top and tweaked a nipple. "As well as Shemar Moore?"

"Now I wouldn't go that far, Papi," Angel gasped, giving him a wink. "I was thinking more along the lines of Gordon from Sesame Street, or even my Nana's favorite, Kojak."

Now that got him pounced and tickled until he was gasping, head thrashing back and forth on the pillow as he tried to wiggle free only to discover that Dion's hands on his hips were like steal.

"Now where do you think you're going?" Dion growled still holding him still as Angel caught his breath.

That voice. He shuddered at the echo rumbling through his brain, every point of contact between them lit up like pulses of electricity.

"Ju-just grabbing a grape," Angel offered lamely, squealing as those tormenting fighters started tickling him again.

"You shouldn't tell fibs," Dion said. "They can get you punished."

"Ack!"

Wiggling got him nowhere.

"Shit. Hey! Ack!"

"Now, now, if you're going to be naughty then you really should take what's coming to you," Dion said as the tickling went on until Angel hooked a leg over Dion's ankle and got enough leverage to reverse their positions, leading to an all-out attack on an extremely ticklish Dion's ribs that left them both panting and laughing like hyenas when moments later, they rocked, rolled and tumbled off the edge of the bed.

"Let's chalk that up to a stalemate before we accidentally break ourselves," Dion suggested once they'd caught their breath and he'd recovered from Angel half landing on him.

Grinning, Angel climbed to his feet and made a show of dusting himself off and rubbing the ache from his hip and half his backside, despite the plushness of the carpet.

"Just remember that damaging the goods jeopardizes your ability to sample them," Angel threatened as he offered Dion a hand up, pleased when he wasn't too proud to take it.

Just from the way his eyes narrowed, Angel knew Dion was about to protest. "I'm not the cause of our tumble."

"You started it," Angel couldn't resist pointing out.

"I'm about to start something else, too," Dion said, pouncing before Angel could react. The next thing he knew he was squished against crumpled sheets with Dion's tongue invading his mouth and his senses on fire.

Groaning, Angel dragged his fingers down Dion's back and hooked one heel over the back of his leg, the kiss intensifying as Dion rocked against him.

"So is Papi's boy an angel between the sheets, or will you let your devil horns peek through?" Dion murmured, their lips inches apart as they stared into one another's eyes.

"The only reason Papi's angel can keep his halo in place is because his horns are holding it up," Angel replied as he tugged him into another kiss.

The unhurried way Dion made out with him was a welcome change from the frantic rush some of his past boyfriends had turned sex into. Angel was all about the dance and the man on top of him knew how to light his insides on fire. The trail random trail of fingertips along his skin left his body tingling until all he wanted was skin on skin contact and a look at what he'd only felt the night before. One hand slid beneath his shirt and Angel squirmed and pressed on Dion's shoulder until the man got the hint and eased his weight off Angel while he wiggled out of his top.

When he reached for his shorts, Dion grabbed his hands and stretched them over his head, pinning them on the pillow as he leaned in until they were nose to nose again.

"That was your one freebie," Dion growled. "The rest of your clothes I get to strip off of you myself."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but there's only one piece."

"Then I'll just have to take an extra-long time with it to make up for you stifling my fun," Dion threatened, once again turning Angel's coy words against him.

Better than a toned body, which Dion certainly had, Angel appreciated someone he could banter with. A prickly sense of humor was a major turn on, especially when someone could match him snark for snark. It was one of the reasons he and Bella got along so well, and he'd learned early in the video chats that Dion possessed the same verbal sparring skills as her brother.

"Extra-long, huh?" Angel teased. "Promises, promises."

"Feel free to get a closer look if you have any doubts," Dion replied with just enough of a challenge in his tone that Angel wasn't about to back out.

Squirming lower on the bed, Angel wormed his way down until he was up close with the bulge in Dion's sleep pants, the slit right there, enticing with just a hint of musk.

"There seems to be some sort of barrier in the way," Angel murmured as he rubbed his palm over the bulge and felt it twitch beneath the cloth. "Further investigation might be needed before it's determined if the cloth is safe to remove or not."

"Safe for who?"

"You."

Feeling him shiver made Angel feel powerful, loving the way Dion was comfortable enough in his own dominance to allow Angel to take a turn at directing their fun.

Angel brushed his cheek over the cloth, inhaled the scent of him and ran his hands along the sides of Dion's thighs, the man kneeling over him in a way that kept his weight off Angel and allowed him plenty of room to investigate.

"Something certainly seems happy about me being down here."

"Because something is touch-starved and in dire need of attention."

"Dire need, huh?" Angel replied as he parted the slit in Dion's sleep pants just enough that he could flick his tongue though the cloth and get a taste of skin. "Just how dire are we talking?"

"Is there a scale?"

Hissing, Angel murmured yes with his lips against Dion's cock, making sure he could feel the vibration of a long, drawn out ssssssss .

Groaning, Dion slid a hand down to crush his curls in a tight grip. "What's the highest number?"

"Ten."

"Then consider me at a fifteen ya damned enticing little menace!" Dion snarled.

Despite his hold, he didn't tug, he just held Angel there until he got with the program, shoved the sleep pants off Dion's hips and hummed at the sight.

"I hope that means you approve," Dion groaned as Angel deliberately blew over the tip.

"No," Angel murmured, sly as hell and knowing exactly what he was doing to the man above him. "This does."

Before Dion could say another word, Angel engulfed the head and used his hand to stroke what he couldn't fit in his mouth as he licked, sucked and swirled his tongue around sensitive flesh while Dion moaned. Every twitch, every short, experimental thrust, only served to connect them more. Angel knew he had a talented mouth and made sure Dion knew it too. A low hum prompted a tighter grip on his curls, a fast hum elicited quivering that got Angel smooshed a little. Opening his mouth further, Angel allowed Dion to fuck his face for several moments before stilling his hips and licking the first taste of precum away.

"Are you trying to make Papi come already?" Dion groaned.

Releasing his cock, Angel peppered the head with kisses before finally answering the question. "What do I get if I do?"

"Flipped on your back and fingered until you're begging Papi to fuck you."

"What if…I won't…beg?" Angel asked, each pause punctuated by a kiss and a little lap over that velvety head.

"Then Papi will beg, ‘cause I am burning up with the need to have you."

"Best, answer, ever," Angel declared before sucking on the head of him again. Between renewed stroking and the thrust of Papi's hips, it wasn't long before Dion tipped over the edge and went still above him, warm cum hitting the back of Angel's throat, prompting him to swallow.

Suck.

Moan.

He pressed blunt nails into taunt buttocks, pulling Dion in further and prompting a handful of additional spurts that told him Dion enjoyed pinpricks of pain with his pleasure. He filed that information away for later, determined to add a few more marks once the man was balls deep inside of him. A good boy needed to know how to please his Daddy and Angel knew just what a good boy he could be when properly motivated. This man was ticking off all the boxes, just as Angel had hoped he would when he'd prompted Bella to share stories about him.

"Fuck…that mouth," Dion groaned as he eased his spent cock from between Angel's lips, not that it had deflated completely.

"You just did," Angel replied as cheekily as could be, wanting, no, needing Dion to put him in his place and do what he'd promised, flip him and… "Ack!"

His back hit the bed, his head hit the pillow and Dion's hand came down on his thigh with a resounding slap. "You didn't let me finish," Dion growled, delivering another slap.

The string was deliciously bright. Enough to get his attention, not enough to leave more than a faint mark.

"If you'd had, you'd have seen it for the warning it was meant to be," Dion cautioned, "And known that it was about to get you in trouble."

Dion caressed the spot he's struck, then leaned in to lave his tongue over Angel's thigh until it started to tickle and he began to squirm.

"Sit up for me," Dion demanded, his tone alone enough to prompt Angel to move. The moment he was upright Dion stripped his top off, then his own, tossing both toward some far corner of the room. His sleep pants and Angel's shorts soon followed, a low hiss making Dion chuckle.

"That poor cat is going to think I hate her," Dion admitted.

"At least it was just clothing this time and not your foot landing on her."

"Bella told you about that."

"And about your shoes, though in all fairness she was just a kitten then," Angel said. "I doubt you have anything to worry about now."

"Then why am I suddenly feeling the urge to go move my loafers to the top shelf of the cubby?"

"Because you are paranoid," Angel replied as he licked a stripe up his chest. "Not that it will help if she's that determined. She knows how to hook her paws over the back of a heel and yank it out."

"Of course she does," Dion groaned. "You two probably taught her how, just for shits and giggles."

"Oh no, she learned that bit all on her own."

"So, whose shoes did she yank down?"

"Billy's."

"And what did she do to them?"

"Napped, then swatted his hand when he tried to get them back. Left a line of scratch marks too, though in all fairness, she was in heat, and he had spent the day around a male cat when he'd been vishing a friend's place."

"Oh man, do I even want to know how he got her to release them?"

"He didn't," Angel explained. "He rode home barefoot. Bella gave them back once she'd gotten Gigi fixed."

Snickering, Dion pressed his slightly sweaty forehead to the hip he's exposed when he'd stripped off Angel's shorts, each puff of breath along Angel's skin a reminder that he hadn't gotten off yet. Dion's hand snaked beneath the pillow, jostling him a little as he fished around for the lube, prompting Angel to help him locate it when he started to feel like it was taking too long. Of course they got in each other's way, especially when the bottle clattered against the headboard and they simultaneously reached in the direction of the sound.

"Damn things need to come with clips or something," Dion grumbled as he finally located it and drew it out from its hiding place.

"And where would you plan to clip it once all your clothes had been discarded?"

"Comforter, pillowcase, lampshade, or right here," Dion declared, pinching his nipple again, only a lot harder this time, punctuating it with a twist that left Angel squirming.

"In fact, I'd have to get two different kinds, one for each side, so I could twist one while I flicked the other," Dion declared, deft fingers tweaking his other nipple, this pinch the hardest of them all. "That way I'd never loose track of them and it might help keep some of that mouthiness in check."

Despite what he said, it was the way he said it that let Angel know that was the last thing Dion wanted. His appreciation for Angel's snark shone through in the way he teased those pebbled nubs with first his fingers, then lips and tongue and finally the sharp nip of his teeth latched on and tugging.

Gasping, Angel arched, feet planted on the bed, pressing his body upward to reduce some of the pressure, until a cool fingertip circling his entrance caused them to give out. The moment Dion sunk one inside of him, Angel moaned and widened his knees, wanting more than the shallow trust of Dion spreading lube around just inside of him. Angel quivered when Dion nipped him again, his finger sliding in a little further before withdrawing again. Nip, press, withdraw, the feel of more lube against his entrance, then two fingers pressing inside of him, reminding him that it had been a while since he'd been fucked.

"Is Papi's boy a little tight down here," Dion murmured, slowing down his preparations to give Angel more time to adjust to the intrusion.

"Uh-huh." Angel murmured.

Humming, Dion added more lube to his fingers, sliding them back inside a bit slower this time before slowly scissoring them apart.

Squirming, Angel moaned, hips rocking a shallow beat as he grew used to the stretch.

"Then Papi will have to take it a little easy, so he doesn't hurt his boy's hole now won't he?"

Nodding, Angel shifted, groaning as Dion's fingers pressed deeper, making him feel full and achy. "Yes please. But a little hurt is okay."

"A little, huh?" Dion remarked as he carefully withdrew them, then shocked the hell out of Angel by pinching his rim.

Pleasure-pain left him gasping, especially when Dion pressed three fingers inside of him.

"Has anyone every spanked you here?" Dion asked, not scissoring them, not even circling them around inside him. He just left his fingertips resting inside them, occasionally crooking them, before drawing them back out.

"O-once," Angel gasped, because the memory left his cock twitching with the urge to feel it again.

Slap.

Lube damp fingers against his wet crack, right over the spot he'd just pinched. Angel gasped, quivering, a needy moan spilling from between clenched teeth when Dion did it again. By the time he slid his cock home, Angel was ready to lose it entirely. A few deep thrusts in rapid succession, and he was coming all over the place. And that was when the real fun began.