Now, Mictain had had quite enough. He was trying to play nicely and make sure to keep his demonic instincts under control, and what did he get for his pains? Insults and frustration. Apparently it was time for a different approach. The healer was just asking for it, the way he kept talking like he was the biggest idiot in existence. Okay, so maybe his mind wasn't as sharp as most people's, but even he could take only so much.
"Oh, no, you're not," he said, placing his hands on Raphael's waist. He lifted the smaller being easily into the air and, uncaring about his protests, carried him back to the bed, dropping him on top of the pillows and blankets quite unceremoniously. Straddling Raphael's thighs, he ran sharp claws through the seams of the angel's clothing -- still making sure he didn't scratch Raphael's skin, of course --, peeling the cloth from the smaller being. He repaired the clothing after getting it away from around Raphael -- no use making the angel angry at him for leaving it torn -- and threw it away.
"So is this what you want?" he purred into Raphael's ear, now hovering over the healer on his hands and knees. He trailed one still clawed hand between Raphael's thighs. Withdrawing the claws and wishing for some lubrication to appear on his hand -- he may not have a lot of experience, but after two millennia of unfulfilled dreams he'd certainly learnt his theory well enough -- he then pressed one finger against Raphael's entrance. And, with a kiss on the angel's lips, inside.
no subject
"Oh, no, you're not," he said, placing his hands on Raphael's waist. He lifted the smaller being easily into the air and, uncaring about his protests, carried him back to the bed, dropping him on top of the pillows and blankets quite unceremoniously. Straddling Raphael's thighs, he ran sharp claws through the seams of the angel's clothing -- still making sure he didn't scratch Raphael's skin, of course --, peeling the cloth from the smaller being. He repaired the clothing after getting it away from around Raphael -- no use making the angel angry at him for leaving it torn -- and threw it away.
"So is this what you want?" he purred into Raphael's ear, now hovering over the healer on his hands and knees. He trailed one still clawed hand between Raphael's thighs. Withdrawing the claws and wishing for some lubrication to appear on his hand -- he may not have a lot of experience, but after two millennia of unfulfilled dreams he'd certainly learnt his theory well enough -- he then pressed one finger against Raphael's entrance. And, with a kiss on the angel's lips, inside.