Michael's hips seemed to buck up involuntarily at the mention of being fucked. Calum moaned at the friction, responding with a roll of his own hips. Michael grew hot very fast, dick coming to life once more as the angels continued their assault.
"I-I. . . yes, please," Michael moaned out, caught up in the warm feeling building up inside of him. He felt a tongue lick the shell of his ear before teeth bit into his earlobe. Michael jerked, his hips pushing against Calum's harshly, earning a low groan from said angel.
The demon turned to stop Ashton from biting at his ear, the angel chuckling before moving to plant soft kisses all over Michael's face. Each press sent tiny explosions of warmth straight to his brain, his face surely a deep red and his eyes hooded in pleasure.
He loved their touch, and he wouldn't deny himself any longer from the warmth that spread and satiated every fiber of his being. He moaned when Luke pinched the nub not in Calum's possession, toying with it while maintaining eye contact with the demon. Michael's solid black eyes were mostly hidden, but between his lashes, he could make out Luke's sultry gaze and the slow glide of a pink tongue across the angel's bottom lip.
Michael recognized a starving man when he saw one, and the demon felt like prey at the moment. Trapped and surrounded by angels, hands groped and mouths moved wherever they pleased; Michael didn't want to like the feeling, but he would be lying if he said he didn't get slightly harder at the thought of being rendered helpless - at least, only by the three angels.
"Please," Michael begged, hands moving to grip at his waistband. "Take them off."
Calum wasted little time in popping the button before slowly, teasingly, unzipping the zipper. The angel's fingers hooked into the hem of the demon's black jeans but went no further. Michael whined, lifting his hips and pushing the damn pants down himself. The demon was not in the mood for more teasing.
"Angel, so impatient," Calum lightly reprimanded. The demon rolled his eyes, further amusing the angel. At least, it looked like that with the upturn of Calum's lips and quirk of an eyebrow. Michael was about to complain until Calum seemed to give in and pulled the rest of his pants off, dragging his boxers along with it. The angel's white tunic quickly followed, and finally, much to the demon's relief and angels' delight, they were naked and pressed together.
Michael damn near exploded; it felt so much better skin on skin. The tingles were more intense, his thighs tightening around Calum once more. Calum's hand grasped both of their dicks, running his thumb along the wet tips before moving down their shafts. Michael moaned, eyes shut tightly as he felt the similar build up he felt when Calum had taken him in his mouth on the beach. Only this time, he wouldn't be forced to hold out.
He felt Ashton at his neck, sucking and licking all along his shoulder and up to his jaw, and Luke at his chest, now abusing both nipples as Calum abandoned them for other pressing matters. He felt an onslaught of mindnumbing tingles that had him arching his back and crying out as he came. "That didn't take much, angel baby," Ashton teased.
Michael blushed as he watched Luke lick up the white fluid on his chest, which darkened further when the blond crashed their lips together, tongue pushing inside his mouth. He tasted himself once again but found it wasn't entirely unpleasant like he had thought before. Luke pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their lips, a sure sign of just how messy the kiss had been.
Michael jumped when a wet finger prodded at his entrance, his eyes darting to the black-haired angel above him. Hooded eyes connected with his, a languid smirk overtaking Calum's face before the finger suddenly pushed forward. The demon instantly clenched every muscle at the odd feeling. It was neither good or bad - just strange. Even the tingles that erupted were odd, foreign.
