“I want to taste you, Michael.” He gripped the vermillion robes the other wore, that fit him snug. “I want you in my mouth.” There it was — he’d finally said it, and with those words, the dam crumbled and oceans of secret cravings poured so fierce they both got ravaged by the tide. Drowning, Lucifer continued, desperate — all the color of life was draining from Michael — “I want your cock so heavy on my tongue that it breaks my jaw.” He began to laugh, little giggles, in his frenzy; he had never imagined, never even thought, that this would feel as nice as it did. His head was pounding, his
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