7. Ryan

7

RYAN

C iel’s body was all at once comfortably familiar and completely foreign to me. I grabbed around his waist, where my hand should have fit in smoothly, only to be met with the faint outlines of muscles. There were straight, jagged lines where there should have been curves, though his hair fell over his shoulders exactly in the way a woman’s similarly long hair would have. It was hair, after all, and not the different characteristic from any of my previous partners.

That characteristic was the only thing I had no idea what to do with. It didn’t put me off, his cock, but even as it rubbed against me, long and erect and inviting, I just didn’t know what to do.

I knew how to pleasure myself, of course. Any old fool could figure out how to masturbate. But Ciel wasn’t me, and I wasn’t him, and the two of us together did not fit quite the same as someone with different anatomy.

Before I could give myself a headache with all my overthinking, Ciel wrapped his fingers around my cock and stroked it gently, softly. His hands were smoother than silk sheets and if it weren’t for the pressure he placed around my cock as he tugged, I barely would have even noticed he was touching me.

His mouth trailed down from my neck to my chest, the fingers of his other hand lacing through my hair. His own silvery white hair tickled me as he moved his head lower and lower. Everything simultaneously made so much sense and no sense at all, but I didn’t care. I didn’t even care what I said to him as his lips got dangerously close to his hand.

“I want you to fuck me,” I murmured, hardly recognizing those words as mine.

Ciel glanced up, meeting my hazy, lust-filled gaze. “No,” he said simply. “Not tonight.”

I wanted to ask him why not, but I bit my tongue. Perhaps it was for the best. I was way out of my wheelhouse, and I trusted Ciel to know what was best for me. I had to. Otherwise, why would I let a fallen angel suck my cock?

His lips enclosed over my tip now, pulling me deeper and deeper into his mouth. His palms pressed into my hips, his fingers digging in so hard, it actually hurt a little. I didn’t know that he was capable of inflicting pain, but now I was all too aware of just how powerful he truly was.

He took my cock into the back of his throat like it was nothing, his muscles contracting around the head and the shaft till I was seeing stars. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to open my eyes for a second before I hurt them by squeezing them shut so tight.

A bead of sweat trickled down my forehead. Why was I sweating? Ciel was the one putting in all the work, yet he hadn’t broken a sweat once the entire time he blew me. I closed my eyes again, becoming aware of how tense my shoulders and spine were. I relaxed back into the couch before wondering if Ciel minded us making a mess on the pristine blue velvet. A couch this nice would surely be ruined by a drop of water, never mind the sins that we were committing on it.

But it was too late to turn back now. I let out a strangled gasp that turned into a groan. I came inside his mouth, letting him swallow my cum as if it were the only thing he’d had to eat in days. I was pretty sure angels didn’t eat earthly things at all, yet Ciel took my load as though it was common practice for him. Perhaps it was.

I was still gasping for breath when Ciel raised his head again. I’d forgotten to breathe regularly over the last few minutes, and it was all catching up to me now, making me look like some out-of-practice douchebag. To be fair, I could have painted a less accurate image, but Ciel didn’t seem to mind what I looked like one bit.

“Well?” he asked between his own heavy breaths. “What did you think of your first time?”

“Oh, that wasn’t my first time.” I laughed, but the laugh died quickly. “I guess it actually was, wasn’t it? It was, uh, it was great. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that. You’re really good at sex. Have you really never been with anyone other than that demon you talked about before?”

He held up a hand, keeping me from rambling any further. In the dim glow of the single lamp he had on, Ciel’s body radiated a soft, peaceful light. His skin was so pale, it looked translucent, and his cock, still erect, was practically begging me to touch it.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” he said, standing up from where he knelt over me on the couch.

“I did, but you have to let me repay the favor,” I said quickly, scrambling to sit up.

“No, I can take care of myself. But thank you for the offer.”

Before I could run after him, Ciel disappeared behind a door, the lock clicking into place after he shut it. I didn’t have a single clue as to what I’d done wrong, or if I’d done anything at all, but he emerged a few minutes later with a slinky white robe wrapped around him and no tent in sight.

“I should probably go,” I said, standing up and meeting him halfway through the living room. “I’m waiting for a call back from a job I interviewed for today, and I want to be up early tomorrow in case they call in the morning.”

Ciel pulled me into an embrace, my bare skin rubbing against the silky robe. “Of course. I hope you hear from them soon.” As we broke apart, he handed me a small white towel. “I’m sure you’ll want to get cleaned up before you get dressed.”

I glanced down. One hug from Ciel and I was semi-hard again, ready for anything else he wanted to do to me. “Yeah, I guess I should.”

“Or,” he said, “you could stay here with me tonight and I can show you a few of my, shall we say, more interesting ideas.”

“Interesting?” I raised an eyebrow. “What could possibly be more interesting than having sex with an angel?”

He took my hand, pulling me gently toward the door he’d disappeared behind minutes earlier. “Come with me and I’ll show you.”