[M] Aftermath

"Holy hell, Noam..."

He gasped a moan as the Angel moved beneath him, this movement was exactly what he need and feeling the man's hold flesh around his member was bliss after being worked up so badly.

His hands gripped onto his lover's shoulders as he thrust his hips, their pace becoming faster and more demanding as he rammed himself deep inside of the man, desperate for the satisfying sensation that he had been craving.

The Angel moaned softly in reply.

This pace was fierce. Both of them were desperate to feel each other's bodies against their own.

Noam was so distracted by the feeling that he didn't even spare a moment to scold the Fallen for cursing as he usually would have.

He merely grunted the man's name as his hips rocked upwards.