9. Ryan

9

RYAN

M y heart pounded so fast, I thought it was going to explode out of my chest. As hard as I tried to maintain my calm, I was on fire for Ciel right now. My cock strained against the bed, precum smearing the tip of it and probably getting all over his pristine white sheets. Then again, I’d all but ruined his couch, so why not destroy his bed too? Ciel didn’t seem to mind.

In fact, Ciel was undoubtedly having the time of his life kneeling over me, those heavy wings sinking down around his hunched back. I couldn’t see him with the blindfold on, and I couldn’t hear anything when he wasn’t talking, but I could feel the tension, and it was thick enough to cut with a knife.

How long could both of us hold out before we gave in to our desires? If it weren’t for the ties literally binding me in place, I would have given up long ago, but Ciel had better self-control. It wasn’t the least bit surprising to me, although I did wish he would get a move on with whatever he was going to do to get me off.

I didn’t have to wait as long as I thought I would, because no sooner had his fingers finally left my back, now ravaged on raw from his sharp talons, than he’d flipped me onto my back, exposing me to even more depraved indulgence.

“I hope you’re in for a little extra fun tonight,” he said, putting an unusual amount of emphasis on the extra .

“You know I am.” I laughed nervously. “Otherwise I wouldn’t be here, right?”

Ciel’s hand closed around my shaft, shutting me up instantly. All I could think about was his hand, so soft, so delicate, squeezing every last bit of cum out of me. Any reservations I’d had walking into the bedroom had dissolved, leaving me confident that I was in capable if not expert hands.

I thought he might take his time bringing me to climax like he had out on the couch, but I had no such luck this time. Even if he had tried to draw things out, I wasn’t sure if I could last as long as I would have liked to. I was hard as a rock, and Ciel’s touch was more than enough to bring me over the edge.

I came all over my stomach, apologizing for the mess under my breath. Ciel merely leaned forward, one of his wings brushing my chest, and put a finger to my lips.

“Hush,” he whispered. “When will you learn that you need never apologize to me?”

I smiled against his finger, settling back into the bed to take a few minutes to recover. Now that we were done for the night, I realized how exhausted I was, and Ciel’s bed was every bit as plush and cozy as I would expect for someone used to the comforts of Heaven.

I waited for him to take the blindfold and wrist ties off, but instead, he sat up again, still straddling me between his legs, and wrapped his hand back around my cock.

“What are you doing” I asked.

“What do you think?” he responded.

I had no idea, so I didn’t answer. I wasn’t ready for more, I knew that much, but I didn’t have the heart to tell Ciel that humans weren’t nearly as virulent as angels must be.

He stroked along my shaft again, rubbing his thumb over my tip. I was still hard enough for him to work up a good, steady rhythm, and despite shifting in discomfort as he moved faster, he didn’t stop.