"Me? Make you suffer? Never, angel," Mictain replied with a tiny smirk, growing more and more excited with every passing second as Raphael ground against him, Raphael stood there in front of him, against him, with him. His lovely angel...

He kissed the healer fiercely, at the same time reaching down a hand to brush over the front of Raphael's robe, squeezing lightly the bulge he found there. Then he took the hand a bit higher, trying to open the light cord on Raphael's waist first and finally just impatiently wishing it open, allowing it to drop down to the floor. Then he grasped the robe with both hands and started to gather the fabric into his hands, pulling it up, eager to expose what was hidden underneath.