Michael loved watching his Mateâs reactions and how he was so damn /needy/. Each sound made his cock throb and twitch in excitement, building up to his own orgasm. Fortunately, the Firstborn had enough control to not come until he wanted to. He had mastered the flesh and his carnal desires. He knew when to make himself come and when to not come. He was in full control of everything.
The whining sent a shiver down his spine. âSo needy,â he cooed out lovingly, yet teasingly. He loved the little game he was playing with Balthazar.Â
"Love the sounds you make," he purred out in his ear as he rammed back into Balthazar violently. Each thrust was made with precision. The Archangel rammed into his Mateâs ass, aiming for his prostate with bruising force each time.
Balthazar moaned and groaned as Michael fucked into him with the force of a freight train. He was weaker than him, he was an archangel and even there he was bruising. He was sprawled out onto the bed. Now officially having lost all sense of control with his body. He mewled and groaned and moaned in time with Michaelâs purrs, voices and movement.
His pleasure climbed from his lower back up to his neck and head, soaking into his wings and completely melting all inhibition. He felt as though he was turned into jelly, or playdough. He remembered Michaelâs warning though, no coming unless he said so.
He clenched his eyes closed, perhaps not watching him would help him keep his climax at bay.
But as the thrusts came faster and strong, he couldnât he couldnât. He snapped his head back, exposing his neck for all to bare.
Through his clenched eyes, he felt his heat escape from him. Rebelling against his control spilling inbetween them both. He opened his eyes, waiting to see what Michael would do.
He had failed him more than once, this was once more.
Michael's blue eyes widened when Balthazar came even with the cockring on. He composed himself when his Mate looked up, however. Quickly pulling out, he stood up and moved away from his lover.
"Hands and knees. Now." He commanded, voice stern as he snapped his fingers and his Rod appeared.
Oh, he was going to punish his rebellious Angel. His precious Mate. The male had become too fiesty. He needed to know his place. He waited, Grace flaring angrily.









