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“Create with me Michael, and let’s call it sin.”
Michael stared at Lucifer with big eyes. “What? What does that mean? I’ve never… It's been a long time since I've heard a new word.” Lucifer grinned back. “I made it up. It means the opposite of what God wants. I’ve been making a lot of new things recently. Mostly words, like fucking, cunt, and cock. The last one is my favorite, after sin.”
“We can’t-”
“We can. I tried it myself. It’s good, I promise. Better with another, I imagine. I’ve been dreaming about it. Often.”
“Lucifer. If He would have wanted it, He would have told us about it-”
“But it feels good. All we have in Heaven is pleasure. Why would He make it if He didn’t want us to find out about it? Michael, I want to make you feel good. It makes me feel like this is what I was made for. The angel of Michael. The angel of you. I worship not God, not Him, but you. You are more to me than He ever was, and I see that now.”
Michael’s throat tightened. His body felt almost like when they sparred, but this was something more, something new, something Lucifer had apparently created. And that was the scariest thing he had ever experienced. “But, Lucifer, what if God sees? I cannot imagine He would enjoy the sight of His favorite… creating. It’s not what we were made for.” Michael’s large form seemed to shrink in on itself, muscles tensing and shifting together under dark skin. Lucifer laughed like it was the first joke ever told.
Lucifer got close to Michael’s face and whispered, “He can’t. I promise. He can’t fathom another creation past His own. And even if He did, so what? Don’t think about Him. Think about me. Love me like you love Him. Love me better. Love me more…” Lucifer trailed off, sliding down Michael’s body as he spoke. He clutched at Michael’s robes and tunic, grasping him around the thighs as he landed on his own knees. His eyes drifted up the way he came to meet Michael’s. He whispered, “Please Michael, I want to taste you, I want… I want you inside of me. I want your cock so heavy on my tongue that it breaks my jaw.”
And that almost broke him.
As blood rushed away from his heart and toward that spot between his legs, Michael let out a big breath and chose his words carefully. “Lucifer, I… Can’t. I don’t know what it is you’re suggesting but-”
As he was thinking of his next sentence, Lucifer slid under Michael’s tunic and licked a stripe up his cock.
And he was broken.
“Ohh- Oh Heavenly Father, please have- AGH!” Lucifer removed his teeth from Michael’s thigh and licked the tooth-shaped imprints. He sighed, “I told you. Don’t worship Him. Worship me or keep your mouth shut.” Something stirred in Michael’s stomach. He whined, “I’m sorry Lucifer, I beg for your forgiveness, just please do that again. Please, Luci- oh-” Lucifer slid his open mouth onto Michael’s cock and tried to mimic the movements he remembered felt good with his tongue. ‘Luci. I like that. I’ll have to remember to tell him to call me that when he’s fucking me.’
The thought of Michael inside of him like that made him suck hard on the head of Michael's dick in a way that had him blanching and falling against the back of the couch.
“Lucifer… Lucifer please… haah… I ca- I can’t, I feel weird, stop-” At that, Lucifer immediately came off of him and stood, detangling himself from the fabrics and silks of Michael’s outfit as he rose. He panicked and coddled, “Oh, I’m sorry, Is everything okay, darling? Are you feeling okay?” Lucifer dragged Michael around the side of the couch and sat him down. He grasped his face and kissed Michael’s cheeks, then his lips. “I’m okay… everything is okay. It was just weird. Different. It was so- it was so good, but then it started feeling weird, like I was flying for the first time, and my wings suddenly disappeared- it felt like I was about to fall over the edge of a cliff. I don’t understand any of this. And now it hurts. Like it’s going to explode.” Lucifer giggled at that. “Oh, Michael. It’s so good. It feels amazing. The first time is so scary, but you have to let it happen and it will be the best you’ve ever felt. Here, let me…” He slowly and methodically removed all of Michael’s glittering jewelry, kissing the spots of empty skin each time a bangle, chain, or pendant was unfastened. He then removed his own, Michael’s eyes trailing his hands. Then, he took off Michael’s silken robes and bunched his tunic around his ankles, and pulled it up and over his head. Michael watched in anticipation as Lucifer’s warm hands reached his stomach.
“Okay. Tell me if you want me to stop, but… just be patient otherwise. It will be so good, my Darling Michael.” He pulled off his own robes and tunic and sat himself in Michael’s lap. Michael’s heavy breathing made his cock bounce up and down, brushing himself against Lucifer’s dick. Lucifer was leaking so much that he was accruing a puddle between his and Michael’s thighs. With shaking hands, Lucifer held his own cock in his hand and reached his other hand to grasp and push their cocks together.
Michael was usually very in tune with Lucifer, but right here, like this, he had no idea what was happening. And he loved it.
“Oh… oh, Lucifer, I can't… please, please don’t stop…” Lucifer was stroking their cocks together in fluid motions, more to tease than to reach climax. He would go up fast, and down slow, slow, almost slower than he himself could handle. “I know my love, I know. Just feel it. It feels so good to be touching you like this… I’ve been dreaming about this for a while. Here. In your bed. In my bed. The bathhouse, with others watching and marveling at our creation. Even in His Eden. I want to make our garden. I want to create. With you. Like this.” Small noises began to fall from Michael’s lips, almost words, but not quite, as his hips began grinding into Lucifer.
‘My Angel, My Beloved, My Lucifer…’
His mind was racing with thoughts of nothing but his.
Michael began to shudder and Lucifer stopped his ministrations.
“Nn.. no, Lucifer, Lucifer, please, keep going, keep going, why did you stop, it was-”
“Good? I told you. It doesn’t feel wrong. It feels so right… to have you here this way. Something so wonderful cannot be bad. You’re doing a very good job, my love. You’re really cute, you know? I have one request. Lucifer is quite a mouthful, hm? Call me Luci. It’s cute.” Michael hummed and guided Lucifer’s soft hand back to his dick. “Mm, okay Luci, but touch me again, please-” Lucifer laughed. “You’re so needy, love. We haven’t even gotten to the main event.”
Lucifer crawled off of Michael’s lap, earning a high whine from the larger angel.
‘I need him inside me more than I’ve needed anything. I need him to ravish me. To eviscerate me. I need to belong to him. For everyone in Heaven to know I am his and he loves me and loves to fuck me.’
Michael lunged at Lucifer before he could get another thought in and kissed him. Kissed him like nobody would ever see them again. Kissed him like all of heaven was watching. The taste of honey and lavender and fresh bread and hot tea and lust- Michael liked it. A new word. It went with sin quite well. It went together, with him and Lucifer, closer than close, pressed together, sweat and love and lust and sin.
Tongues slid together and lips pressed one another while hands pulled and grabbed and squeezed and explored. Lucifer was the first to pull away, panting.
As he was trying to catch his breath and speak, Michael moved his large hand to cup his face and play with golden locks. “You are so gorgeous. You are breathtaking. You are beautiful. The title of angel of beauty does not do you justice. There is a reason all the angels stop and stare when you walk through town. They all want you this way. The other archangels call it vanity, they say it is dangerous. I think they just don’t understand that you were made to have an angel’s gaze on you at all times. I am trying so hard to be patient, but I have never been known for that. I need you. I need this” Michael brought his other hand to Lucifer’s bare hip and started to caress the protruding bone with his thumb. Lucifer had caught his breath but was now panting for a different reason.
“Ff-fuck. Michael. I need you inside of me. I need you to fuck me. Let me-” He stuck his middle and ring fingers into his mouth and covered them in spit. Slowly, he moved further from Michael and began to prod at his hole. Michael’s stomach stirred and a moan blossomed in his throat.
As Lucifer entered himself, starting with two fingers, Michael almost couldn’t contain himself. He hadn’t known of this before today, this fucking, but he felt like he had wanted to do this with his Lucifer, to his Lucifer, for millions upon millions of years.
Lucifer never broke eye contact, though Michael was conflicted about where to look. His fingers, sliding in and out of himself with a beautiful rhythm, surrounded by sweet, soft skin, never touched by another. Yet. His stomach, beautiful, smooth, olive-toned skin rising and falling, muscles occasionally quivering. His face. His wonderful, gorgeous, perfect, flushed face, eyes locked on his like he was going to fall apart if he looked away, hair an unkempt mess, fanned out and falling over his features like a waterfall, his lips parted enough to make the smallest noises.
Lucifer was able to reach the spot that made his body react stronger than anything else had, a string of pleased expletives leaving his mouth.
Michael was watching in a silent, stunned stupor, but when Lucifer began to writhe and make sounds more often, he leaned over him and pinned him to the sofa by his shoulders, muscles bulging. Lucifer’s face flushed even more. When hands and lips began to travel over his skin, Lucifer brought his hand from between his legs and grabbed Michael’s face with the other. “You’re doing such a good job worshiping me, Michael. You’ve been patient. Thank you so much. Lay down.”
Devoid of all thoughts of any god but his Lucifer, he obeyed. Lucifer watched as his cock bounced and could no longer hold back.
As Lucifer climbed on top of Michael’s midsection, his core was burning. Despite himself, he was nervous. He mused to himself, ‘I’ve done this before. Maybe not with something so beautiful and large… but I know this.’ Michael’s eyes bore holes into his head as he lined himself up with Michael’s cock.
Lucifer sank onto Michael with no warning. Michael’s arms immediately flew up to Lucifer, grasping at every inch of skin he could, arms, chest, hips. Lucifer didn’t pause to adjust to the stretch. He liked the pain.
Michael was on another plane. He gasped, he twitched, he screamed.
“Luci… Luci, Luci, Luci, pl- I can’t, I.. Oh, oh Luci, f-” Michael screamed Lucifer’s name like a prayer as he came inside of him without warning. His wings burst from his back and pushed him up from his lying position, his nails digging into Lucifer’s flesh. Lucifer’s head fell back at the sensation.
“That was fast, Michael… will you be alright?” Lucifer chuckled as he continued riding his cock. Michael spasmed and began to whine, trying to stop Lucifer, but hands with beautiful nails slid up his body and landed around his throat, pushing him back to lie down. It was more of a threat than anything, and Michael was unable to quiet himself as Lucifer moved faster.
“Oh… Michael, you’re so good… so big… your cock fills me up so well, baby-” Michael grabbed the blond’s wrists from his throat and reversed their position. He pinned his hands above his head and stilled his hips. “Stop… just… give me a second,” he breathed. He bowed his head and licked Lucifer’s golden chest. His mouth settled around a nipple, latching on once Lucifer began to mewl. “Michael…nngh, that’s not fair. You got to cum. You spilled inside of me, you made such a mess of me, I want to feel it too… don’t you want to feel me? Feel me spasming around your cock? Watch as my spend falls to my chest and stomach? Ruin me for any other angels? If you won’t make me cum, I’ll leave right now and find Baal. He’s always undressing me with his eyes. He would do anything to be in your position right now, would you prefer that? I can lea-” Michael’s lips flew to Lucifer’s and sucked on his tongue. He pushed his tongue past Lucifer’s, licking his entire mouth. He kissed his angel of sex and kept his hips still. He felt his cum inside of Lucifer and did his best to keep it there. He liked it like this.
“You’re staying. Here. With me. Don’t think about Baal… please. Think about me. I’m going to make you feel good. Please, Luci, stay with me.” Michael took a deep breath and began to move his hips again. He ground himself into his Angel’s core, still sensitive and trying to ignore it. He had seen the way Baal stared at his Lucifer, the way he would roll his eyes and fume when Heaven’s perfect couple would walk into the room. Lucifer couldn’t have known it was a sore spot for him… Unless he did. He wouldn’t put it past him.
Michael stared into Lucifer’s eyes as he began to pound into him, hard. Lucifer’s eyes rolled back and moans fell from his lips. He flexed his fingers, unable to move them but wanting to grab Michael’s chest. His dick leaked and he wanted to touch it. He tried to ask, but the words wouldn’t leave his mouth. Instead, he continued to moan and whine as the angel above him drilled his cock inside him. Michael started to whimper, but he seemed to have the same idea as Lucifer.
“Can I touch you? Please, please, Luci, I want to. Let me make you feel good, I’ll make you cum, I promise.” Without waiting for an answer, Michael released Lucifer’s hands for only a moment before spreading one large hand over two dainty wrists and reaching the other down to his beautiful angel’s beautiful cock. He didn’t know what he was doing. He was very clumsy with it, but it felt amazing nonetheless. Michael’s hand was much bigger than Lucifer’s dick, and it made him feel small, which got him closer to the edge than he imagined it would. Michael didn’t stop fucking into him, didn’t stop stroking him, and didn’t stop looking into his eyes. That was it for Lucifer.
“Oh… Oh, Michael, Michael, I'm going to cum, gonna cum… you’re doing so good, don’t stop, love… I need you so bad, you’re making me feel ssss-shit, fuck, fuck fuck, Michael I’m-”
Lucifer didn’t stop babbling as he came on Michael’s fist, dripping onto his own stomach. His wings erupted from under him, curling around the two like a cocoon. As soon as this happened, Michael cursed and came, again, inside Lucifer with no warning. He immediately collapsed on his angel.
They stayed like that for a while. Eventually, Lucifer had to push Michael off his chest in favor of breathing. He switched their positions again, cuddling into Michael’s large, bare chest. He tucked his wings away, but when Michael attempted to pull out, he protested.
“Mmm… not yet. I like this. Let’s stay like this. Forever.”
Michael stared at Lucifer, all curls and sweat and olive skin and beauty. He thought, ‘This could be heaven, right here. This is paradise.’