The night was slow, calm was a better word to use. The doors of his chambers had a thin opening in between where the light of the lamps of the hallway could slither in the room.
The young healer got up from the desk and headed towards the tall window that offered part of one of the gardens as view. The guards were on their places, there was not a sound except by the hymn of the Thrones that could be heard in the distance, nearer to the Throne room.
He bit his lower lip, the thoughts that were passing through his head weren't new. A quick glance to the door as his right hand moved to cup his own nape, slender fingers slid along the side of his neck as green eyes moved back to the window. One could see the reflection of his armour on the glass as well as the healer's body, covered in a delicate robe made of holy silk in blue tones with an immitation of the night sky at the bottom that was spread over the wooden floor of his chambers. His hand continued it's way down over his bare chest, fingertips tracing the lines of his pecks and then the abdomen until they reached the waistband of similar fabric pants that hung just below his hipbones and with both thumbs hooked on it, he pushed it down until it fell by it's own weight and stepped out of the silky fabric.
He looked up at the reflection on the glass through long lashes, letting one hand explore along his thigh, as low as he could reach withouth bending down and then going back up nearer his groin. The other hand caressed along his chest again, shoulders rolled gracefully as he let the robe fall next to the pants using his wings to push it off and let the feathers be the only thing that could cover part of his now bare body. His wings looking a tone tad blue under the light of the nightsky and the little light that managed to sneak in.
Aarin traced with one fingertip over his pelvis and let his hand wander lower, gently cupping himself and curling his fingers around his already half hard shaft. There was a little noise that he didn't stop from coming out and the bit on his lower lip became tighter. His hand adjusted the grip, slowly starting to stroke his cock as his free hand pressed against the cold glass.
The archangel leaned forward, his wings spread lightly, feathers puffed with the pleasant feeling. His gaze was somewhat sharp in the distance, allowing himself to fantasy with another body, with someone familiar and with another hands. The thought made him moan under his breath and pick up the pace of the stroking. His wrist added a bit of a twist to the movement, he was completely hard by now.
Aarin moved one leg forward, opening his stand a bit more to be more comfortable as his head fell back with his lips lightly parted. The jerking movement sent waves of pleasure through his whole body, making his wings twitch and shiver from time to time, spreading and tensing back again when his hand did something beyond good.
His tongue poked out and licked his lips slowly, eyes opening again to give another glance to the horizon, the buildings and the lights around, the stars and smirk at those last ones.
"Ah ~" The moan sounded a bit louder in the silence of the room but in no way the noise would go past his door. In the reflection he could see the precum dripping, leaking over his fingers and he added a bit more pressure to the head with his thumb, making himself moan again and his legs tremble.
His head tilted down and his eyes shut at the sudden spark of delight. "Ahh...nhn~" He moaned again, the noise turning lower, coming from the bottom of his throat and sounding hoarse. His hand picked up the pace noticeably, his toes curled and his wings shivered more violently this time. He looked up with heavy eyelids and an open mouth, his whole body tensed and his free hand turned into a fist as his hand continued with the fast movement. The archangel groaned and bit his lips hard to avoid making too much noise, his face was flushed, the tips of his ears were red and his breath was uneved and heavy. It was embarassing to hear himself making those noises, he avoided to see his face in the reflection of the glass and he couldn't think much in the last second but that he didn't want the feeling to end but at the same time he wanted to see how much it could improve if he moved his hand faster.
Aarin's voice cracked with the last moan, his wings spreading violently and knocking over a couple of books near. His toes curled as he finally came, staning the glass before him and his stomach. The cum dripped onto the floor and his hand and he slowly moved to sit down on the ground, his heart was racing and he tried to catch his breath with a little hum of delight as he enjoyed the after taste of his orgasm.
The archangel sighed, feeling his body relax after it and slowly laid down over his back with his wings spread comfortably. He'd take care of the cleaning later.
