Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

Brandon started to move a little. The friction was wonderful, and he didn't want it to stop.
    He thrust his hips, searching for more of that feeling. Bran moaned, murmuring something before pushing back on him. Oh, yes. Just right. Before he knew it, he was panting and wanting something he couldn't explain.
    It wasn't that angels didn't have sex. They married their mates, and had children, just the same as humans. However, no one had wanted him. As Death, others looked upon him with fear and revulsion, not lust. On the rare occasion he had need, he'd taken care of himself. But this. This felt different.
    He changed the position of his hands to pull the body closer, to get more contact. Brandon's cock bumped his arm; rock hard through his sleepwear. The little man had come awake at some point, and groaned, "Don't stop," while dragging Sam's hand further down, placing it on the warm erection. Feeling the damp spot on the front of the pants had Samael moaning again and he grunted out, "So good."
    He squeezed the bulge in his hand and rhythmically snapped his hips, loving what was happening inside of him. His balls tingled, and his need was growing stronger with every movement.
    "Hold on a sec." He growled low in his chest as Bran pulled away. With a chuckle, Brandon removed his clothing and grabbed that bottle of clear fluid out of the bedside drawer, before returning to his place. He reached behind him to tug Samael's shorts down under his balls. Sam heard a snick, and then the Little Raven was rubbing something on his lower back and in his butt crack.
    "Now." Bran said, wiggling backwards.
    When he'd taken up his post again and begun to move, Sam almost jumped out of his skin. The slick substance Bran had applied made movement easy and the friction was even more exquisite than before. Without the pants as a barrier, he was wedged between the lush cheeks completely, nearly surrounded by flesh. The sensations were amazing, building, doubling by the minute. He hissed his pleasure, thrusting into the warm crevice.
    Brandon applied more of the goop to Sam's hand, and again urged him downward. He wrapped his slippery fingers around the man's cock and heard their moans in stereo.
    "Oh God! Yes. Faster Sammy, faster." But he couldn't concentrate on moving his hand with the need that had enveloped him, so he let Brandon do that for him.
    Bran was moving backwards against him, and then forward into his hand, over and over. Again and again. He'd never been this aroused before, so when he heard a gasping whimper, he lost all control.
    Animal instinct. That was all that was left of him. There was no thought process left, only sensation. He pushed the man almost to his belly, with just enough room left for his arm to fit– because he couldn't let go of that hot erection in his hand. Threw his knee over the man's hip and thrust against him as hard and fast as he could, in turn pushing Bran more firmly into his fist. Yes. Yes. Yes. Chasing clouds. Chasing dreams. Chasing heaven.
    Sweat was dripping off him and onto the body beneath, making everything slick. He licked Brandon's neck, tasting him, smelling that compelling scent that had been in his nose earlier. He couldn't say much, he was too overwhelmed to complete words. Nothing had ever been like this.
    "Oh, God! Oh God, Samael please!" At the shouted plea, he tightened his fingers and nipped gently at Bran's shoulder, while rubbing and pushing and pumping. He heard Brandon cry out and felt him spill onto the bed, penis pulsing and twitching in his hand. It was so unbelievably exciting, that he followed him into bliss.
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    Brandon's bones were liquefied and he couldn't move. Samael had collapsed on top of him, so he wasn't going anywhere anyway, not even if he wanted to. Which he didn't. They lay there a few minutes, panting and recovering, until Sam finally rolled over onto his back.
    "Well, that was… unexpected."
    Bran couldn't help but laugh at the awe in the man's voice. "Yeah, and a good morning to you too."
    He turned to admire his companion, grinning so hard his cheeks hurt. Damn, what a sexy man.
    Samael reclined on the pillow, one knee bent. His perfect uncut package rested on a thick, fuzzy thigh, still glistening with release. A big hand propped up on his forehead, bicep bulging, elbow pointed to the sky. Indigo eyes stared into space, and his mouth turned up in a strange half-smile. He looked like some sex god, all sated, relaxed… and amazed.
    "I've never done