Mictain moved his hand faster and faster, his mouth now wandering all over the angel's chest, leaving little kisses and nibbles in its wake. His free hand wandered all around Raphael, tangling in the lovely hair, caressing the smooth skin, tracing the outlines of the small yet perfect body splayed before him.

Then, however, he grew too impatient. Banishing his own clothes to the floor -- they were just a hinderance at the moment -- he reached that free hand to his own erection, being so hard he ached. Setting a pace similar to that of his other hand on Raphael, he continued kissing and licking and nibbling the angel's chest, enjoying every tiny movement and sound he managed to draw from the healer.