[as Raphael kisses him, Luke's hands come up to grip onto his shoulders, almost in a way to anchor himself; the kiss is a distraction enough that he nearly misses the hand slipping into his pants and pulling his cock out. the touch alone almost gets him to come, but by some miracle, Luke holds himself back, but only just]
I...
[he may as well put out the warning now, any more of whatever the angel is doing to him, and he may just let himself go. but feeling the resonance around him, enveloping him, thrumming against his own fonons, it's almost too much]
no subject
I...
[he may as well put out the warning now, any more of whatever the angel is doing to him, and he may just let himself go. but feeling the resonance around him, enveloping him, thrumming against his own fonons, it's almost too much]
I need to...