The kiss was shy and clumsy, lips clearly without much experience and yet the angel had felt a desire strong enough to lean forward and clasp their lips against the demon's.
Abaddon was tempted to turn it against Melek, to slide his tongue into his mouth and let it turn into a tentacle like muscle, force it down the angel's throat to make him gag and make this experience as scarring as possible but he had a better idea and kept the innocence of the kiss for now, only lips against lips, gently pressed against each other before he eventually, very gently sucked at that bottom lip and finally pulled back.
A faint smile curved God's lips, eyes kept forward as He listened to His boy's speak. There were times when He would only focus on those who had disappointed Him, those who were fallen and who were resentful but truth be told, that He needed to turn to those who were still there, those who wanted to make things right.
❛ What makes you think you don't know how to do that already, my child?
What in this universe you don't love? ❜
AZAZEL’S SOUL HAD BEEN DAMNED THE MOMENT HE ESCAPED HELL TO INHABIT EARTH AND TORMENT MORTAL SOULS. BUT THINGS HAD NEVER GONE AS PLANNED--NOT WHEN MELEK HAD BEEN A FACTOR THE DEMON HAD NEVER SEEN COMING. The demon had been breathless the moment he’d set eyes upon pale locks and blue eyes, the happiness ingrained beneath them enough to leave Azazel with hope. Hope that he too could find such happiness in a time that was entirely too bleak for the demon. That time allowed for Melek and Azazel to grow, leaving room for kisses and breathy laughs. Small acts that lead them to here and now--a bed messy with gold and feathers.
Love's my religion but he was my faith
Something so sacred so hard to replace
It started as a mere came of kissing before quiet laughter led to Azazel’s hands wandering, clothing tugged away to expose the blond. Skin is pierced gently by claws, gold dripping and flowing lazily before dropping upon the sheets. Every cut had been lapped at by Azazel, lashes fluttering in pleasure each time. Oh, how PURE the angel tasted to such a sinful creature. The sinful act had cause Azazel to tug Melek into his lap, working him open lazily before they ended up here--the angel settled upon his cock and shakily taking breaths as he relaxed. Wings trembled as feathers fluttered off, Melek a truly disheveled mess as Azazel kissed him and slowly thrusted into him. “How does that feel, my angel?”
BEING DRAGGED FROM THE PLACE AZAZEL CALLED HOME INSIDE OF A FURBY IS REALLY A NUISANCE. Today, the demon had been dragged out onto the streets of the city with Melek--arms linked as Azazel pressed close. There had been a new opening at a local bakery and the angel wanted nothing more than to divulge in a few treats. Azazel, being the one with the ever growing sweet tooth, had begrudgingly dragged himself out of the furby into the appearance of a semi normal mortal. It’s on their way back to the apartment that Melek makes the remark in the elevator, the demon having nestled up to the blond in the cab and slept nearly the entire ride.
