MA Chapter 26.1: Mano 2

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The angel’s slender body curled against the dark wall of the living room, knees drawn up, breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps.

“Nh… haa… haa… ah… I’m going to… going to come… finally…”

The lights were off, the room swallowed in shadow. One small hand gripped the swollen, aching length that throbbed hotly in his palm, stroking fast and frantic. Wet, obscene sounds filled the silence as his fist slid up and down the slick shaft, coated in the clear fluid that leaked endlessly from the tip. But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. Not like when he did it.

The little body whimpered inwardly, hand moving even faster, chasing release from the torment. Yet the pleasure paled beside the memory of those larger hands, that deeper touch. In desperation, he snatched up the dark dress shirt lying beside him and pressed it to his face.

“His scent… his… ah, aah…”

The faint trace of cologne mingled with the man’s natural musk flooded his lungs. His flat stomach clenched; toes dug into the thick carpet; his whole frame shuddered as he inhaled deeply. The other hand moved to the sensitive tip, rubbing in quick circles, feeling the steady drip of fluid that refused to stop.

That scent… that scent.

“More… nhh!!”

He bit down hard on the shirt, muffling a moan. Eyelids fluttered shut; chest heaved; slender legs parted wider of their own accord, granting his hands freer access. The tight, fluttering entrance below clenched rhythmically, as though begging to be filled.

In his mind, a tall figure stood across the room, arms folded, watching.

“Come… nh… it’s not enough, not enough… I want more…”

Snap.

The overhead light blazed on.

The angel jolted with a sharp gasp, tear-brimmed eyes flying open. They widened in horror at the sight of the tall young man standing there, amusement glinting in those sharp eyes as they raked down the spread white thighs that revealed everything.

Shame crashed over him like a wave.

“You’re too late to hide now,” the man said, voice low and teasing.

A choked sob escaped. The angel’s trembling hands flew to cover himself, eyes squeezing shut, cheeks burning crimson with arousal and mortification at being caught red-handed.

But the man only stepped forward, stopping directly in front of him, then knelt.

“What’s this?”

A large hand plucked the shirt—his own shirt—from between the angel’s teeth. The small figure trembled harder, tears spilling.

“I told you not to do it yourself, didn’t I?”

“B-but… you won’t… you won’t do it,” the angel whispered, voice quivering with hurt and need. The pale face lifted, luminous eyes shimmering. “You promised… you promised…”

The man’s hand slid to a slender white thigh. The angel flinched, a soft cry escaping.

“D-don’t…”

“Move your hands.”

The angel hesitated, shaking.

“Or do you want me to stop?”

Slowly, reluctantly, the trembling hands lowered, face turning away in shame.

“Spread your legs.”

“N-no…”

“Shall I stop, then?”

The quivering thighs, pressed tightly together, gradually parted—wide, wider—baring the exquisite, flushed nudity to hungry eyes. The delicate length stood proud, its soft pink tip glistening; beneath it, the tiny entrance twitched, slick and ready, skin flushed deep rose as though begging to be marked, claimed.

“D-don’t stare…”

“Take everything off.”

A small, protesting whimper rose, but under that intense gaze the angel obeyed, slipping the single shirt from his shoulders. Now nothing hid the pale body against the dark carpet; small hands clasped loosely over his chest, afraid to cover lower where those predatory eyes devoured him.

“Just looking at you and you’re already like this?”

“N-no… that’s not—ahhh…”

The angel’s back arched slightly as a large palm settled on the sensitive inner thigh, stroking slowly. Hips lifted instinctively, seeking more. The man obliged, hand gliding upward until fingertips brushed the slick entrance.

“Nnhhh…”

A low moan spilled out as one long finger traced the rim, then slid upward. The narrow waist bowed; the pale length jerked upward.

The man continued teasing, knuckle grazing side to side, drawing shudders.

“Haa… haa… hngh…”

“I told you not to do it alone.”

“But you… you wouldn’t—ah! Don’t—!!”

He didn’t let the protest finish. Slowly, deliberately, he pressed one finger inside the impossibly tight heat. Velvet walls clamped down instantly, sucking greedily.

“Ahhh… haa… haa…”

The angel’s hips lifted; hands gripped his own thighs, pulling them wider. Teary eyes gazed down; pink tongue darted out to wet swollen lips in blatant invitation.

“Beg,” the man commanded.

“More… please… deeper… it’s not enough… aaah—”

The angel seized the man’s wrist as second and then third fingers pushed in, stretching the soaked passage. Slow thrusts began, deliberate and deep. The small body quaked; stomach muscles stood out in sharp relief; toes curled into the carpet.

A brief search inside, a curl of fingers—

“Nnh!!”

The angel arched into a perfect bridge, hands scrabbling for the man’s arm.

“Hold yourself open—wide.”

The man guided those small hands to the backs of the thighs, forcing the angel to spread himself obscenely. The new angle let fingers plunge deeper; quick flicks inside drew broken sobs. Tears traced shining paths down flushed cheeks—yet the sight only inflamed desire further.

“How does it feel?”

“So… so good… so intense…”

“What do you want me to do?”

“More… more… please, so much more…”

Thrust after thrust, fingers driving in and out. The angel reached desperately for his own aching length, but—

“No.”

“D-don’t stop… please don’t stop…”

“When did I ever say you could touch yourself?”

The small hand froze; fresh tears fell. With a broken sob the angel collapsed back against the carpet, spent yet still unsatisfied.

“It’s… not enough… I need more… I need to come… please…”

The man brushed a thumb across a wet cheek, gazing deep into pleading eyes.

“Beg properly.”

Trembling fingers reached back, spreading the slick entrance wider.

“Come inside me… please…”

“Good boy.”

A soothing stroke across trembling lips, then the man freed himself—thick, heavy, burning hot. The angel’s eyes widened in equal parts fear and longing, hand reaching instinctively.

“What are you doing?”

“I… I want to please you…”

“Then use this.”

The blunt head nudged the waiting entrance. The angel’s breath hitched, but after only a moment he nodded frantically, lifting his hips to help.

“Do whatever you want with me.”

A single thrust—heat surged deep inside.

The angel cried out, arms flinging around the man’s neck, clinging desperately. Eyes dropped to watch the thick length sink deeper and deeper into his body until it was buried to the hilt.

Strong arms wrapped around the slender frame, holding him close, then began to move.

Kisses rained down as reward for the angel’s sweetness, muffling gasps and pleas for more. Teary eyes locked onto his.

“More… harder… deeper…”

Each withdrawal nearly to the tip, each slam back in to the root—again and again. The angel writhed, tears flowing freely, body trembling.

“Deep… haa… more… please…”

The man pinned both slender wrists above the angel’s head, preventing any touch to the leaking length between them. Relentless thrusts branded the deepest place that had never known another.

Clear fluid dripped steadily from the untouched tip, pattering onto the pale chest where small nipples stood hard and begging.

“I can’t… I can’t… aaahhh—!”

Back arching impossibly, the angel screamed as release crashed over him at last, untouched, spilling in thick ropes across his own stomach and chest.

Yet the man did not stop.

Clap… clap… clap…

“N-no… too much… ah… aah…”

“You’re hard again already.”

It was true—the delicate length had not softened at all. The tight passage clenched rhythmically, milking the invading heat. Hips rolled helplessly to meet each punishing thrust.

“Please… please… more…”

The man gathered the trembling body close, lips brushing an ear.

“I’ll make certain you’re mine.”

The angel clung tighter, eyes shining with surrender.

“Then do it… make me yours.”

And the long night stretched endlessly ahead.