Michael felt uneasy being so close to God's light after just ensuring his arrival to hell, but the three angels in front of him made it hard to leave. Their worry over him left the demon speechless, blushing, searching for words that wouldn't come out.
Michael felt a hand cup his cheek, the red-haired demon subconsciously leaning into the touch, small smile gracing his pink lips. He was putty in their hands, unnaturally so.
"Angel, you're so fucking pretty," Calum groaned, fingers spanning as he slid his palm forward and under the demon's chin to guide him into the angel's searing kiss. Tongues met, sliding and feeling around the other's mouth, sucking at the pink muscle and at full lips until Michael couldn't possibly breathe or feel his lips anymore.
He pulled away, eyes locking onto hooded and dilated ones, biting his swollen lip at the thought of those sultry eyes level with his dick again. Calum released another sound at the sight of the demon, awakening Michael's libido. He felt his cheeks flush when Calum attacked his neck in an onslaught of soft kisses, latching onto a spot below the demon's adam's apple.
Michael looked over at the other two angels, eyes widening momentarily at the obscene view of Luke and Ashton with their hands around their dicks, tunics pulled above thick, muscular thighs that made the demon salivate and harden further.
Calum chuckled, vibrations at Michael's throat causing him to flinch away. The angel surged forward, Michael falling onto his back, his legs lifted over Calum's hips. The demon's arms came to a rest on the angel's broad shoulders, his thighs involuntarily tightening at their compromising position.
It seemed to break whatever resolve Calum had as the angel's hips snapped forward, grinding against Michael. The feeling of the angel's thick, hard dick rubbing against his own set off explosions of pleasure inside of Michael. "Oh," The demon gasped out at the sensation.
Calum kept a steady rhythm, wonderful warmth pooling low in Michael's stomach and shooting straight to his dick, pre-cum leaking from his tip. The angel sucked several marks into the demon's neck, sliding his tongue up to the corner of Michael's lips before completely devouring the demon's delicious mouth again.
"Say you'll be ours; say you'll put your absolute trust in us," Calum panted against the red-haired demon's lips, hips still rocking against Michael's in a slow, torturous pace. "Give in, and beg for us to dominate you."
There it was again - that condition for the pleasure they teased Michael with. So unfair, the demon whined in his head. He growled at the angel's request. "Why?"
Calum's hips halted, much to Michael's dismay, and the angel seemed to compose himself before speaking, jaw tense and pupils blown wide in lust. "It's the only thing that will satisfy us. To have you want us as much as we want you - nothing else fucking matters, angel. Nothing."
Michael can't help the way his body moved to rut against Calum, feet planted firmly against the angel's ass to push their bodies closer. The idea that the angels only thought he mattered made the demon hot all over and desperate for their touch. It didn't even surprise him - the angels had already shown they were willing to disregard their duty to God for him.
The angel above Michael was visibly amused before pinning the demon's pelvis down with his own, still unmoving for the most part. Michael continued shamelessly humping Calum, trying to alleviate the warmth building up in his dick to no avail. "So fucking greedy," The angel growled, connecting their lips and finally meeting Michael's desperate thrusts with his.
