Fumbling Towards Ecstacy
Day 2: Titfucking
"Enough--enough!"
The thick cock that had been pounding Gabriel into the mattress freezes mid-thrust, and is left partly-buried inside him. Large hands loosen their vice grip on his hips, and the suspended lower half of his body touches down on the silky duvet at last. Slowly, Minos begins to slide backwards, moving carefully until his girth has withdrawn from inside him completely.
"Art thou alright, dove?" He asks; his voice, the only thing that remains of his original body, is hushed and soothing.
Gabriel only manages a nod, catching his breath as the aftershocks begin to taper off. Sweat drips down his body in rivulets, soaking the sheets and bed below them both. It all begins to settle into a heady afterglow, one that presses in on every one of his senses and mutes them pleasantly.
Meanwhile, Minos's hands wander across his body. Down his side, up his thigh, creeping along his stomach until it reaches just beneath the broad swell of his chest. The ruler's weight shifts, and Gabriel becomes starkly aware of Minos's seemingly-persistent erection, rubbing along his open thigh in slow but jerky movements. Black ichor still oozes down his chin and to his chest, and small droplets start to litter the angel's stomach.
"Mmm, Gabriel... " He hears him sigh. The lust that drenches the prime soul's tone sends a faint tremor down his spine. It makes Gabriel feel dizzy, even as his awareness remains subdued with exhaustion. He's not sure he can come again, but...
"Here." He opens his legs just a bit more, hooks an ankle around the other man's thigh to usher him back in. A faint rumble of relief leaves the prime soul's throat, leaning forward on his knees.
But then Minos takes pause, stilling entirely as he looks the heavily debauched archangel up and down. After a brief silence, only broken by their labored breathing, he begins to move himself out from between his still-spread thighs. Gabriel blinks, head inclining towards just the slightest.
"Don't--wait, don't you want to... ?"
"Yes, but," Minos hums in thought. "Prithee, Angel, might I try something different?"
"Hmmm?" It takes him a moment to process his words. "I--of course."
He watches as Minos straightens up on his knees. The King of Lust starts to shuffle himself forward, up his prone form. His thick cock hangs heavy and stiff between them both, swiftly growing closer, closer-
Gabriel's mouth suddenly waters as a new sort of desire hits him, one that has him equal parts hungry and apprehensive. He imagines Mino's cock pushing past his lips, and resting snugly upon the flat of his tongue as his mouth is stretched around his shaft. Tasting himself upon Minos's hard flesh and the precum beading at the tip.
And then immediately after, he chastises himself for it. He's not entirely sure how Minos's vision could be covered to allow that; how he could pull off such an act without harming the other man.
By the time Gabriel pushes these thoughts away, Mino's is settling himself just below his chest, knees framing the archangel's shoulders. He reaches down with both hands, and gently grasps at each breast. Gabriel's lungs stutter with an aborted gasp; they're still awfully sensitive from earlier abuse.
He presses them together, and pushes himself into the gap between them. The tip of his dick pokes out from beneath his heavy flesh before disappearing, sliding away. Gabriel moans faintly, watching Minos start to fuck his tits with increasingly desperate fervor. The sounds are the most salacious thing he's ever heard.
"Oh--oh stars, Gabriel... " he moans, the cum and slick already coating his shaft making for a smooth, easy glide.
Gabriel's hands quickly slip up, gently coaxing Minos's own away. He opts squeezes them more tightly together, and Minos jolts almost violently above him.
"Hhaaah! Oh, oh my dove, I--I am..."
"Close, Minos?" He finishes for him, voice little more than a breathy murmur as he watches the King of Lust begin to fall apart above him. It fills him with a heady feeling, familiar, and yet twisted with a perverted sense of power.
This hold he has over the powerful prime soul, able to reduce him into this shaking mess, could become addictive.
"Ah... yes, I--" his hands dig into the pillows just above Gabriel's head, hips snapping back and forth, losing his rhythm rapidly. Gabriel watches with rapt attention, thighs pressing together. His cunt aches, but a bolt still runs through him as Minos's moans grow louder and louder.
And then the husk cries out, rutting desperately into the slick mess between his tits. Ropes of thick cum begin to decorate Gabriel's chest and helm, warm and sticky. Saliva fills his mouth, prompting an unbidden swallow. Above him, Minos falls into a slump, arms trembling as he struggles to keep himself from crushing Gabriel beneath his weight.
"Are you alright, Minos?" Gabriel asks quietly, yet he's become breathless with awe and already thoroughly distracted. The ruler nods once; that seems to be all he's capable of at the moment. The archangel relinquishes his grip on his chest, and eases the other down with gentle strokes from his hips to his knees.
Gabriel's attention quickly strays to the mess upon his skin. White pools in the valley of his breasts, stark against the onyx flesh. A single drop, rolling down his visage unnoticed, drips from the pointed end of his helmet and onto his collarbone.
And as Minos's breath seems to at last steady out, Gabriel reaches upwards. He hesitates for only a moment before a brave finger swipes through a thick stripe of the king's release, streaked from shoulder to just above his right breast.
Silence falls as he brings it to the edges of his helm. All his eyes rise to Minos's strange void of a face, and he knows more like a sense, rather than a physical cue, that the ruler is staring intently at him. Gabriel watches back and he slips the digit, very carefully, beneath his helmet.
And, just a bit more messily so Minos might be able to hear him, he draws his tongue across the tip.
He barely even gets a second to let the almost-too salty flavor settle on his palate before one of Minos's hand snaps down to grasp at his shoulder. It squeezes with a fervor that almost seemed to border on possessiveness. His cock, still at half-mast even now, twitches eagerly in the valley of Gabriel's chest.
"Please... " he whispers, thighs shifting apart to let Minos wiggle back between them again. He still aches, but the surge of arousal swiftly drives away any oversensitivity.
As the ruler slides back into Gabriel's abused cunt, he realizes distantly that it wouldn't be too difficult a task to find a way to shield his sight from Gabriel's uncovered visage. But where is the origin of his sight upon that face? That's the big question, and he hopes he won't offend Minos by asking--
His thought process is momentarily interrupted by a particularly rough thrust, but it occurs to Gabriel that, if he mentioned exactly what he wanted to try out, Minos would readily agree. He just has to figure out how.
