Now, Mictain smirked broadly. Raphael looked simply delicious, lying there on the bed with only a pillow covering him. "Fun? Now, that sounds like a fairly good idea," he purred, walking slowly towards the bed. Once there he settled down onto the mattres, leaning over Raphael. He did no move to even touch the pillow -- however much he wanted to -- but instead ran a hand over Raphael's chest, teasing his nipples, at the same time placing tiny kisses all over the angel's neck and jawline.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, tangling his other hand into the angel's shiny hair.