Cardinal sin

Come

His lips crashed on yours with a newfound fervor, swallowing your moans as you rode out your high on his fingers. He sang you praise against your lips, gently slowing his ministrations to allow you to come down softly. You were left a panting, whining mess by the time he finally cased movement. "Oh there's my pretty bird." He grinned, cuddling his nose against your own and placing a softer, less hungry kiss to your lips. He leaned down, his lips ghosted your ears. His fingers stayed inside of you, keeping you stretched open- oh, how deeply you craved more. "Are you ready for the main course?" Kiego asked in a near growl.

You whimpered, jutting up to meet his palm with your swollen bud. "Yes- please! Fuck, I NEED it." You groaned, still riding his hand like a prize pony. He knew he was getting ahead of himself- he shouldn't have been so rough with you, he felt like he was rushing it. He wanted to do this, but he wanted to do it RIGHT more. He couldn't trust himself to not simply pound you into the bed. Not when you looked like that. Not when you sounded like that. Not when you felt like that. Not when you TASTED like that. He wanted more, lord almighty, did he want to fuck you seven ways to Sunday- he wanted to destroy you, but he would never forgive himself if he actually hurt you. At least, not unless you asked for that.

"Can you get on top baby? I wanna see you impale yourself on my cock." He hated the way those words came out. He hated how VIOLENT he sounded. But you, fuck, he could feel you clench around him in anticipation as you nodded feverishly, an excited smile across your lips. He grinned and rolled to the side, flipping you over. In all honesty, this was not a very comfortable position for him. His wings were pinned awkwardly beneath him, and he never laid on his back because of them. Keigo could not fing it within himself to care, even for a moment. No, he was entranced with you. Your smile, your giggle as you said something he could not hear over his own tormenting thoughts.

As much as he hated that he had read those two tags in the first place, he wished he had read more. You were an enigma, a puzzle he could never hope to solve without guidance. You were everything he had ever dreamed of and more and- oh god, what were you DOING with your mouth?! Your lips wrapped around his swollen head perfectly, your tongue dipped over the slit, causing him to grip the sheets and hiss. Strangled moans left his mouth, incentivizing you to take him further, deeper. There was, of course, a selfish reason for you doing this. You needed to SEE just how big he was. And, oh boy, was he NOT kidding when he said you'd need to cum at least twice before you had a snowball's chance in hell of taking him. You realized now that him working at stretching you with three of his large fingers for so long was a great mercy- but he just might still split you in half.

Heaven, here you come. Or... Cum. Who really knows at this point? Not you, with your mind still buzzing between your ears from your last two earth-shattering orgasms- and you weren't completely sure you'd recovered from the one last night. You weren't sure if you wanted to. Keigo fisted your hair when he felt you take half of him inside your mouth, gently tugging you upward. "Darling, you don't have to-"

"I want to." You mimicked his words, not breaking eye contact as you leaned down again, giving the tip a kitten lick. His eyes all but rolled into the back of his head at the contact. A low, almost whine, sound squeezed itself out of his throat, and he bucked his hips involuntarily. You took it in stride. No matter how you might have prepared for this moment, you still found yourself nervous. In all honesty, you felt like you had no idea what you were doing. This actual angel was laid bare before you, and all you could think of was 'be careful of your teeth'. He didn't seem to notice your anxiety at all, even though his eyes never left you.

 He watched you greedily, as if he expected you to disappear any moment. He started to remove his hands from your hair, but you were having none of it- you wanted the slight roughness, you wanted the danger. Exhilarating, tantalizing knowledge that the GOD of a man below you was WHIMPERING YOUR NAME. You were getting off on it, almost as well as you got off on his tongue and fingers. You wanted more, more, more.