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  “Good evening,” Lucifer said as he drew closer.

  Michael wondered whether he could trust his voice not to betray him again, decided not to tempt fate, and offered a smile to the angel as he gestured to the spot on the sand beside him.

  Lucifer sat and stretched out his long legs next to Michael’s. “Why haven’t you been to the pool the last two days?” he asked.

  Michael couldn’t meet his eyes. “I don’t go there every day,” he said. He spoke the truth, in so far as it went. Occasionally he missed a morning when he overslept, or when his duties kept him away.

  “You’ve never been absent two days in a row before,” Lucifer replied. “Not once, in all the time you’ve been watching me.”

  Michael gaped at Lucifer.

  “Did you think I didn’t know you were there?” Lucifer asked, and the smallest of smiles appeared on his lips.

  “Yes.”

  Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Foolish archangel, of course I knew. I sensed your presence weeks ago. The first time I could feel your surprise, I don’t think you knew I would be there. After that first dawn you came for me, didn’t you?”

  Michael nodded. He had heard rumors the son of the morning was a powerful empath, and Lucifer’s words confirmed the stories.

  “Did you never wonder why I kept returning to the pool when there are so many places in this wonderful realm where I can find what I need?”

  “No, I guess I didn’t.”

  “I enjoyed you watching me. Couldn’t you tell?”

  Michael’s gaze drifted down to Lucifer’s lap, where his robes tented ever so slightly. It could simply have been the way the fabric had fallen, yet now the idea had been put into his head, Michael wondered if Lucifer might be aroused.

  “Your thoughts are written all over your face,” Lucifer said. “You can hide nothing from me. Why don’t you ask what you want to know so badly?”

  “Am I projecting my thoughts?” Michael asked.

  “No, but they’re clear to me just the same. Ask the question.”

  “I…”

  Lucifer gave him another small smile and Michael’s heart leaped to his throat. “And you were doing so well at constructing those difficult sentences.” Lucifer leaned in to whisper. “Ask me, Michael.”

  Michael stared into Lucifer’s sapphire-blue eyes and finally found his tongue. “Are you aroused?”

  Lucifer’s smile widened, revealing perfect, pearly white teeth. “Give me your hand.”

  Michael didn’t hesitate. He placed his hand into Lucifer’s open palm and let the angel guide him. He didn’t break their gaze as Lucifer placed Michael’s hand over his groin and encouraged him to touch the hardness.

  “Have you ever done this before?” asked Lucifer, his voice breathless.

  “Yes.”

  “Who with?”

  Michael frowned. The hardness in Lucifer’s voice when he asked the question took him by surprise. “It doesn’t matter. My last relationship ended centuries ago.”

  Lucifer didn’t seem pacified, so Michael concentrated on stroking him firmly through the soft fabric of his robes.

  “What about you?” Michael asked, not because he desperately wanted to know, but because he wanted to hear in Lucifer’s voice how close he was to losing control.

  “No one,” Lucifer gasped. “Oh, Michael, that feels so good. Don’t stop.”

  Michael laughed. “I have no intention of stopping until you’re so far gone you can’t form a simple sentence.”

  Lucifer sank back on the sand, his wings vanishing from sight, just as Michael’s did when their physical presence wasn’t required. Lucifer closed his eyes and Michael took the opportunity to ease aside his robes. By now there could be no mistaking his erection for anything else. The hard flesh rose from a nest of blond curls and Michael licked his lips at the thought of taking the length into his mouth. Not tonight, though. If Lucifer truly hadn’t felt the touch of another man’s hand on his cock, then Michael intended to take his time and let Lucifer enjoy one sensation before moving on to another.

  Michael watched the emotions flit across Lucifer’s face as he played with his dick and fondled his balls. He suspected his own face held an equally stunned expression. If anyone had told him when he woke up this morning he would be doing this tonight, he would never have believed them.

  Lucifer groaned and raised his hips a little. “Ah, Michael, Michael.”

  Michael loved the sound of his name on Lucifer’s lips, especially spoken so breathlessly, almost a plea.

  “Let go,” Michael said. “Come for me.”

  He could tell Lucifer wouldn’t last much longer. A man could only take so much, and for one who had never done this before, keeping control would be almost impossible.

  When Lucifer finally came, spilling over Michael’s hand a few moments later, Michael couldn’t take his eyes off him. Since the first day he had seen him, Michael had considered that Lucifer might be the most beautiful of all the angels. Now, watching him come apart at Michael’s touch, he knew he had been right. The expression of bliss on Lucifer’s face would forever remain in Michael’s mind as the most wondrous sight ever.

  Michael reluctantly released Lucifer’s cock and stretched out beside him, resting his head on his clean hand, watching the angel come down from his orgasmic high.

  Lucifer blinked at him and the smile spreading across his face was truly stunning. Michael’s breath caught in his throat at the vision before him.

  “Come to the pool with me tomorrow,” Lucifer asked.

  Michael nodded and Lucifer raised his hand to brush his fingers through Michael’s hair. He leaned up and pressed his lips to Michael’s, the kiss almost tentative and unsure, and such a contrast to the seemingly confident angel.

  It was on the tip of Michael’s tongue to invite Lucifer to spend the night in his beach hut. Before he could ask, Lucifer stood and gathered his robes together, covering his nakedness.

  “I’ll see you at dawn,” Lucifer said.

  He didn’t give Michael a chance to reply before his wings reappeared and carried him into the air.

  Michael watched him until he had flown away, into the mountains. He had a feeling he wouldn’t be sleeping much tonight.

  * * * *

  The next morning Michael walked to the pool even earlier than usual. He wasn’t surprised to find Lucifer already there before him. The son of the morning sat on the edge of the pool, his feet in the water and his robes on the ground beside him.

  “How long have you been here?” Michael asked.

  “All night,” Lucifer replied.

  “You could have stayed with me, if you’d asked,” Michael told him.

  Lucifer glanced at him. “I didn’t want to. I was curious to know if you’d come here this morning, and if you did, how early you would be.”

  “Am I so predictable?”

  “No.”

  “You knew I would be early.”

  Lucifer shook his head. “I knew you’d be early if you came. I found myself unsure as to whether you would.”

  Michael shucked off his robe and placed it on top of Lucifer’s. “You owe me for last night,” he said. “Of course I would come here this morning.”

  Lucifer blushed as Michael stepped closer. “I’m sorry.”

  “What for?” Michael asked as he sat beside him.

  “For taking my pleasure while you didn’t,” Lucifer explained.

  Michael smiled and gave his cock a rueful glance. “I didn’t spend the night hard and aching, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

  “You didn’t?”

  There was something in Lucifer’s tone Michael couldn’t quite place.

  “No, of course not.” He mimed a crude gesture with his hand and knew his meaning had not been lost on Lucifer when the angel smiled at him brightly.

  “You pleasured yourself,” Lucifer said.

  “Yes.” Michael choked back a laugh. “Did you imagine I found someone else after you lef
t?”

  “The thought might have crossed my mind,” Lucifer muttered.

  Michael could hear the jealousy in his voice and sought to reassure him. He gave him a nudge with his elbow. “No, just my own right hand.”

  “Tell me about it,” Lucifer said. “Describe to me what you did.”

  Lucifer’s words alone sent shivers down Michael’s spine. “I…”

  “Close your eyes and just say the words,” Lucifer encouraged.

  Michael took his advice, hoping it would work. He shouldn’t be this nervous around Lucifer now, not after what they had done last night.

  “I stayed on the beach a while after you left. The tide came in so I had to go inside eventually. I sleep on a comfortable cot, one you just sink into. I ached for your touch.”

  “Go on,” Lucifer said when Michael stopped talking. “Tell me everything.”

  “I lay in my cot, naked and aroused, and I took my cock in my hand. I stroked myself, over and over again.”

  As Michael spoke, the words began to come easier, tumbling out one after the other as he described the exploration of the most intimate parts of his body.

  “I rolled my testicles in one hand while tugging myself with the other. I was hard and leaking and I ached so badly. I wanted you to be the one touching me, but you’d flown away, so I had to settle for my imagination. I tasted my own seed as I wondered whether I would ever have the opportunity to taste yours.”

  Michael could almost feel the featherlight touch of fingers stroking his erection and he stumbled over his words once again.

  “Is that all you did?” Lucifer asked. “Or did you touch yourself anywhere else?”

  “How did you know?” Michael whispered, opening his eyes for the first time. Lucifer had moved closer and Michael realized he hadn’t imagined the touch on his cock. Lucifer was running a single finger along his length with casual ease.

  Lucifer moved his hand between Michael’s thighs and Michael spread his legs wider in response.

  “No, no, no,” Lucifer chided. “You need to tell me first.”

  Michael didn’t need to ask what Lucifer meant, nor did he need any further encouragement. This time he didn’t have to close his eyes to speak.

  “I fingered myself,” he said, his voice stronger now. “I pushed my index finger into my arse and imagined what it would be like to feel you inside me.”

  “Just one finger?” Lucifer asked as he eased Michael back onto the bank and into a position where he could easily access his arsehole.

  “At first,” Michael replied. He moaned when Lucifer inserted his finger.

  “And then?”

  “Then I used two fingers,” Michael said. Lucifer’s actions matched Michael’s words, his second finger stretching him nicely. “I need more, so much more. Oh, Lucifer, right there, please don’t stop.”

  “How much more?” Lucifer asked. “Did you use three fingers?”

  Michael shook his head. “I was too close already. Two were enough last night.”

  “And now?”

  Michael growled with frustration. “More, Lucifer, give me everything.”

  Lucifer withdrew his fingers and lined up his cock, ready to take their place. “Is this what you need?”

  “Yes, oh Lucifer, yes, give it to me.” Lucifer laughed and Michael glared at him. “What’s so amusing?”

  “This time three days ago you ran from me, barely able to string a sentence together. Now look at you. Wanton and desperately begging for my cock.”

  Michael raised his knees, displaying himself for Lucifer.

  Lucifer made a sound of approval and pushed his hardness into Michael’s willing arse.

  Michael tensed at the burning pain for only a moment or two. Lucifer brushed his fingers against Michael’s flesh, right where their bodies joined and the discomfort and pain instantly vanished at the angel’s touch.

  “You feel so tight,” Lucifer said as he slowly thrust the rest of the way inside. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

  “Good?” Michael asked, though, from the expression of wonder on Lucifer’s face, he already knew the answer to his question.

  “Yes, oh yes.” Lucifer pulled out a little before easing his way back inside.

  Michael canted his hips in encouragement, his movements drawing Lucifer deeper inside him.

  He closed his eyes and threw back his head as Lucifer quickened his thrusts.

  Angels had what could sometimes seem to be endless stamina and this was never more obvious than right now.

  Michael's breath grew short when Lucifer increased his pace even more. Michael’s cock ached and he yearned to take himself in hand.

  “Take my legs,” he ordered Lucifer, encouraging him to place them over his shoulders, freeing Michael’s hands to touch himself.

  Lucifer did as Michael asked, and once he had his hands free, he took hold of his erection and rapidly tugged at it, matching Lucifer’s fast-paced thrusts.

  He wouldn’t last long. Pre-cum appeared at the tip of his cock head and he gathered the semen onto his fingers.

  Lucifer watched his every move and, when Michael held his sticky fingers up, Lucifer didn’t need any encouragement to take them into his mouth. He sucked them eagerly and Michael couldn’t help wondering how those lips would feel wrapped around his shaft, sucking on his length.

  Michael didn’t realize he had projected the image until Lucifer spoke.

  “One day soon, I’ll suck your cock dry,” Lucifer promised. “Then you won’t need to imagine what it would be like.”

  Any fleeting embarrassment at Lucifer hearing his private thoughts vanished when Michael saw the eager anticipation on his lover’s face.

  In the meantime, Michael enjoyed the new feeling of being taken by the angel he had been fantasizing about for so long. The realm of angels had never felt quite as heavenly as it did the moment the heat of Lucifer’s orgasm filled him.

  Afterwards, when Lucifer had reluctantly withdrawn, the two of them swam in the pool, cleaning themselves and each other. They touched and kissed as the first rays of the sun hit the water around them.

  When they had sufficiently recovered, they swam back to the bank, where they took each other in hand and slowly drew out their pleasure once more.

  They didn’t talk much, though Michael burned with curiosity to discover whether Lucifer was truly as untouched as he appeared. He had admitted no one had ever touched his cock, but that didn’t mean he had no experience at all. There were any number of ways he could have been intimate with another, without feeling another angel’s fingers wrapped around his dick. As curious as he was, Michael didn’t wish to raise the subject. He found himself reluctant to start a discussion that might lead to how much experience he had, and fan the spark of jealousy he had already seen in Lucifer’s eyes.

  Michael didn’t consider himself to have been promiscuous during the centuries of his existence. He had taken a few lovers into his bed, though none for at least a century. Unfortunately, compared to Lucifer, he had a vast amount of experience and a sexual history he wasn’t comfortable sharing just yet. Maybe later, when they were more settled in their relationship, Michael would be able to raise the subject of their pasts. Of course, this was assuming they were even in a relationship. Maybe Lucifer didn’t want a long-term lover.

  “What are you thinking about?” Lucifer asked, breaking into Michael’s morose thoughts. “Why the sudden frown?”

  Michael guessed he would never know unless he asked, so he plunged right in. “What does this mean to you?”

  “This?”

  “Last night on the beach and this morning. What we’ve done together.”

  “I found it enjoyable,” Lucifer replied. “More so than I imagined it would be.”

  “But do you want more?” Michael pressed, even as his heart lifted a little at Lucifer’s second declaration of his inexperience.

  “Of course,” Lucifer said. “I still haven’t tasted your seed, have I?�
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  “And when you have?” Michael asked. “Will that be the end of our time together?”

  Lucifer sat up and turned away from Michael. “I don’t know.”

  “Maybe you should suck me now and we’ll find out.”

  Lucifer glanced over his shoulder and gave Michael’s soft cock a pointed stare. “I don’t think you’re in a position to offer me a taste right now, do you? Even if I can get you hard again, I doubt there’s much left for me to taste when you come.”

  Michael suspected Lucifer was correct, but disappointment swept through him at the knowledge they weren’t going to continue their exploration right away.

  Lucifer stood and held his hand out to Michael. “Come with me.”

  “Where to?”

  Lucifer smiled. “No questions, just come.”

  Michael took Lucifer’s hand and let the angel pull him to his feet. They gathered their robes and covered themselves and Lucifer spread his wings wide. Michael began to do likewise, but Lucifer shook his head and drew him into his arms.

  “Let me carry you.”

  “I’m perfectly capable of flying under my own power,” Michael pointed out.

  “I know, but I want to, just this once.”

  Lucifer offered him a sweet smile and Michael could refuse him nothing. He wound his arms around Lucifer’s waist, tucking them inside his robes, and let the powerful angel carry them into the air.

  While Michael had flown many times before, he had never been carried by another angel. Even when he had first learned how to control his wings, he had always flown or fallen entirely by himself. To let another angel carry him required a degree of trust, despite the fact he had wings of his own if Lucifer should let him fall. Not that Michael thought he would. Lucifer held Michael as though he were the most precious thing in the world to him, carrying him high into the clouds and far away from the main residential area of the archangels.

  The area Lucifer landed in was completely unfamiliar. In all his years as an angel, Michael had never seen this place. Yet as soon as he saw the structure they had landed in front of, Michael could tell this was Lucifer’s home. The building had been crafted entirely from jewels, some larger, others small, and in such a vast array of gems, the entire place shone like a thousand sparkling rainbows. The house was a little larger than Michael’s beach hut, and when Lucifer guided him in through the entrance, Michael stood in awe of the opulence. Soft pillows had been scattered around the room, and platters of the best fruits the realm had to offer were set out ready for guests.