Raphael bit his lip, his nails digging into flesh as deep as angelic nails could, and he didn't care. Or, rather, he did care, for it made him all the more excited as he moved further into Raphael, the healer's hips rising to meet him. Oh, but it was incredible, absolutely incredible.

The demon inside him was howling with joy as he began to move within Raphael, short thrusts growing longer at the same time as they began faster, tongue gliding against Raphael's insistent one just like the rest of their bodies moved against each other. Raphael was so delicious and so small beneath him, a fragile beauty full of hidden fierceness, definitely capable of defending himself should need be. Not that he'd ever doubted that, of course; he just enjoyed protecting Raphael.

Now was not the time to be protective and shield Raphael from all pain. It must hurt, especially given their size difference, but he was certain there was also pleasure in it. He could feel it in Raphael, in the way the other's tongue made its way into his mouth, in the nails scratching his back, small body moving to meet him again and again.

Two millennia of futile dreams and waiting, he decided, had definitely been worth it all.