Any worries he had flew out the window the moment he stepped in.
Rafayel stood with his back against the door, fingers going to the lock and giving it a light click so no one could disturb them unless they broke down that door. Oh, his eyes widened at the sight held in front of him, spread legs and a body flushed red, a very naked one as he saw the muscles of his abdomen spasm with every languid stroke of his hand up and down, the shirt between his lips falling when he looks up, their eyes meeting for a moment. Gorgeous. Dark eyes scanned him from head to toe, his cheeks still red, and the freckles on him looked darker like this, his hips never still as he bucked into his own hand, desperate whines and muffled moans filling the room with a musky scent. Was he so worked up that he couldn't even wait the minute it had taken Rafayel to climb those stairs and follow him, had touched himself to the memory of his fingers tugging for relief?
He's not allowed to take even a step before he feels himself lifted, tossed onto the bed, and the springs creaking loudly underneath. "How is it unfair? You had just as many chances as I." Rafayel smirks up at the man now towering over him, eyes taking in his form and still deciding what role he should play. Does he want the domineering God who craves endlessly to devour him till he's had his fill, or would he like the submissive Lemurian with teary eyes that serves him like a good boy? The thought is cut off when he's pulled into a ferocious kiss, all tongues and saliva, the sharp canine of his scraping against his tongue in retaliation for the rough handling of his face, moaning into his mouth with glee as they swiped tongues and lips together with greed, hands holding onto his waist desperately. When he pulls away, Rafayel jumps in surprise at the sudden sound and taste of the other's saliva pooled in his mouth, eyes wide and blood turning his whole face and neck red as he meekly closes his mouth. Did he just... spit in his mouth? He doesn't even know how to respond, not swallowing, just letting his own mix together and pool in his mouth as he sees the smug look on his face, even as his pants are pulled off his legs, shocked.
It's only when he sees the other's ass right in his face, their position pulled every other way to get comfortable by his powers that he snaps out of it, the heat in his head spreading all over his body. Caleb had been sweet before; they had touched each other that one time, but this position felt so indecent compared... It made his head spin, turned on, and yet a bit confused by the fast pace. But it's better not to think, don't overthink it, when Caleb seemed so alive as he tried to tempt the Lemurian. A soft scoff escapes him, hands placed on those pale globes of flesh, giving them a squeeze. As if he had to do all that to tempt him. Rafayel lifts his head, then decides to use his hands to pull the other's hips closer instead, getting comfortable as he fondles his back a few times, squeezing hard as he leaves soft kisses to the dick in front of him. "Yes, you were so good. Kept your voice down and took to my hand so nicely." So desperate as well, he was already leaking from his previous teasing. As much as he smelled the distinct taste of him he remembered from their last tryst, he also smelled something sweet, sticky, and thin, tongue lapping up from the base to his tip, feeling it twitch under his tongue.
Oh, it was the wine Caleb had ordered for him.
Rafayel moans softly with his head tossed aside, nails digging into his flesh as he feels warmth cover him whole. So eager, he whimpers softly when he feels the cool air hit his length before he's enveloped in warmth again, breathing hard against the other's thigh, and he bites, leaving teeth marks on his soft flesh to ease the sudden wave of pleasure. "Caleb," he whispers under his breath, thighs tensing as he starts to grow hard with every slurping sound that reaches his ears, blood thrumming through his veins loudly in his ears. His lips quiver as he kisses every part of him he could reach, hips twitching as he feels the tip of his dick touch his throat, soft groans of pleasure filling the room. Shaky hands move to his mouth and he pushes all the spit pooled in his mouth onto it, fingers wrapping around the other's dick no different from how he had in the tavern, but firmer now, wrist flicking faster than before, thumbing his slit every now and then, trying to push him over the edge. No longer did he have to worry about the swish of skin against flesh, hand squelching as he mixed precum and spit to ease the glide, hands warmed with his power to give him heat, lips peppering kisses along the base and his balls, taking them in his mouth and sucking them loudly, letting go with a loud gasp. So good, Rafayel squeezes his eyes shut when he feels his legs shake as Caleb continues to suck him off, loud and unabashed compared to the meek, blushing mess he was before.
Without hesitation, the Lemurian finally guides him into his mouth from tip till halfway, his mouth a heated cavern-- a warm, slick mess he uses to make every slide smooth, tongue swirling around him languidly, letting him enjoy the soft walls of his mouth, encouraging him to move his hips with a squeeze of his ass, guiding him in a slow rhythm as far as he could go. His fingers leave a wet trail as he fondles his ass, the meaty flesh caving under his hand in a way that felt weirdly cathartic, long fingers reaching the seam and rubbing circles at his puffed entrance. He doesn't breach it like the last time, only circles it gently as he remembers the distinct sounds he made the last time he tried, only teasing him, knowing the pleasure that came with its touch. Rafayel stops teasing him, hips rolling slowly into the other's mouth a few times before he stills, pulling off with a sigh. Breathing in deep, Rafayel swallows him whole, bobbing his head and sucking, a sudden enthusiasm as he lifts his head and pulls his hips down with a hard squeeze to his bottom, leaving red imprints. His throat clicks, swallowing each time he's fully inside. It doesn't take long before he feels warm liquid down his throat, a choked groan gurgled against Caleb's length as he milks him, sucking diligently till he's cleaned him of his seed, pulling away with a soft kiss to the softened length, licking his lips.
Then, he wordlessly flips the man onto his back, getting on all fours and shifting, a hard grip on his arm to demand he stay still, kneeling above his head to peer down at him. "You look lovely with tears... Did you enjoy it that much?" Voice hoarse and eyes dark, Rafayel spreads his fingers over his cheek. Instead of wiping those beautiful tears streaking down his face, he smudges them, paints them all over his face, and feeds it to him with his thumb. He leans down, waits for Caleb to open his mouth willingly before he kisses him, messily with tongue, drool and traces of his cum smeared on their lips. The Lemurian hovers over his lips, his next kiss gentle as a butterfly as he whispers. "Keep your mouth wide open for me, my sunset. You can use your powers and pull me off if it gets painful. Understood?" He waits till he gets a response, cooing praise and kissing his cheek before his hands spread wide, starts to wander down his body. He caresses his face, his neck, all the way down to his chest where he warms his skin, massages his muscles, palm brushing over his chest, and his fingers play with his nipples, stopping there to twirl and tease, kissing him to keep his noises from getting too loud. His hands continue to tease and explore, then he grabs a stray pillow and makes Caleb shift it under his shoulders. With the support, Rafayel circles his thick neck with both hands, thumb drawing circles with feather-light touches on his Adam's apple, fingers pressing gently against the back of his head, tilting it back against the edge of the pillow.
Rafayel gets on his knees, legs spread wide as he guides his length forward into his open mouth. First, he just taps against his tongue, filling his cheek with a sigh. Slowly, he glides in till he fills his mouth, shuddering as the heat consumes him. He presses on his throat gently, thumb drawing circles to ease his throat, and waits till he feels the muscles relax against his tip. When there's no struggle, the Lemurian groans and thrusts in all the way, ignoring the click of his throat to adjust his length and his thumb feeling the bulge of himself as he slides through. "So hot," he gasps, hips twitching in shallow thrusts into his throat, fingers caging his neck to keep him still and unmoving so he doesn't get hurt. Unable to help himself, Rafayel pulls his hips back and thrusts back in with a hard slap of skin, the squelching noise burning his ears as he starts fucking his throat more and more enthusiastically, whimpering and moaning pitifully. At some point, he babbles, calling out Caleb's name and his endearments, drool pooling in his mouth as he slams his hips with precision, his blush spread from his ears down to his chest, eyes rolled back and squeezed shut as he trembles. Yet, there is still a tenderness to his grip around his neck, hips still making sure he's not using his full strength as he chases after his pleasure, fear of breaking him. "Good, oh, please, just a bit more-"