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“Come here.” Imperius spread his legs and pointed down between them. Rathma tipped his head at him, considering. Weighing out whether or not he was interested in whatever Imperius had in mind. Imperius just pointed again, and flicked his wings, beckoning. Finally, his partner decided to comply. He gracefully lowered himself, kneeling on the surreptitiously placed cushions between Imperius’s thighs, and pressed an adoring kiss to one of them. 

“Good boy.” Reaching down, Imperius stroked his paramour’s hair affectionately. “Now, I have reports to finish, but I also have a job for you while you wait.” He shuffled his robes with the other hand, tugging the cloth aside. 

“I didn’t think I’d be put to work up here.” Rathma mildly replied. But he nuzzled up against Imperius’s hand, and watched him with keen interest.

When Imperius pulled out his false-cock, the nephalem’s face lit up. He kissed the palm of his armored hand once in agreement.

“Oh, that kind of work.” 

“I will finish my paperwork, and you will hold this for me.” Imperius purred, taking it in hand. “Since you whine so much whenever it goes in cold, you can keep it warm. Come on now, open up.” He tugged his partner forward, fingers digging into his hair.

“Of course I complain,” Rathma let himself be guided. “No one likes a cold cock in their- hgk-!” Imperius pushed his partner’s head down, prompting a muffled giggle out of the nephalem. 

Despite the abrupt treatment, he began sucking on the cock till it pressed against the back of his throat. It was cold against his tongue, so it was a good thing Imperius had thought of this. Being a busy nephalem and Archangel and all, they often had to put their mutual interest aside in favor of whatever tasks called for their attention. 

Duty came first. Every now and again they found or made time though.

Imperius’s false-cock was soft against his teeth, filled his mouth so nicely, and Rathma decided there wasn’t much else he’d rather be doing with his time right now. Between the angel’s legs was a fine place to be on a sunny afternoon in Heaven.

It was too bad his partner couldn’t actually feel anything. He had been reliably informed that he had quite the knack for sucking someone off (even if Imperius had told him to just hold it). 

He’d have to see if those fiery wings really were as sensitive as Malthael claimed, maybe that could be an alternative? But, later. Right now, he had a cock in his mouth, a warm lap to rest against, and he was happy.

Even though he gained nothing from this, Imperius kept glancing down and making a pleased little sound at the sight of his nephalem partner. He looked so good on his knees with a full mouth. It made him want to sweep the nephalem up, run to his chambers and start loving him properly right away. He hadn’t been kidding about the reports though. 

The pair fell into a contented, if somewhat heated silence. The only sounds were Imperius’s quill scritching away, and the occasional shuffle from Rathma.

Both had their minds steadily turning to sex, but were trying to keep themselves under control. That was the fun of these things; keeping base instincts in check, struggling to stay neutral. It was more of an issue for Rathma than Imperius, but the angel still had the urge to pay more attention to his partner than anything else in the room. Apparently he’d invented a hard-mode for paperwork. At least it was interesting.

There was an issue neither angel nor nephalem had anticipated though. Imperius was very warm. The pillows he’d placed were soft and plush. Even his robes were surprisingly comfortable; supple leather that pooled on the ground and leant itself nicely towards being nestled between his legs. The false-cock was a nice sensation, having started to warm up by now, and it kept rubbing against sensitive spots in Rathma’s mouth, and allowing him to rest his jaw against it. 

Rathma was comfortable. 

Too comfortable. 

Imperius didn’t realize anything was amiss, until he heard light snoring. The sound confused him for a moment. Looking down, he realized his partner had fallen asleep. 

It stalled his mind, and he just stared down at Rathma. Rathma, who was slumped against his thigh, drooling around his cock. His face looked surprisingly soft, sleep taking away the harsh lines and semi-permanent scowl. Imperius marveled about how someone could look so innocent with a dick in their mouth, even a fake one.

Really, it was such a precious sight. 

But it did leave him at a loss for what to do. Wake the nephalem? Let him sleep? He must’ve been tired to just conk out like that. But what if he choked? Well, he supposed his partner would wake up if he started choking. Or…should he carry him to bed anyway? 

Decisions decisions. 

Rathma snored again, entirely unhelpful to Imperius’s new plight.

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Upon waking up, Rathma immediately knew there was a problem; he did not remember falling asleep. He had not meant to fall asleep. When had he fallen asleep?

Wherever he was, it was very comfortable. Warm, far softer than anything he usually slept on. Bright though. With a groan of protest, he tried to bury his face in whatever he was laying on. This led to the discovery that his jaw really ached, and that led him to remembering what he’d been doing last.

Rathma abruptly sat up, sending a pillow tumbling, and Imperius let out a somewhat alarmed honk.  

“Ah! You are awake now!” The angel flicked his wings, clearly pleased. 

“Uhh, yes?” Rathma blinked blearily at him. “What happened?” He had been fairly sure he’d been in the middle of sucking his paramour’s cock, last he’d checked. 

“You must have been very tired.” Imperius reached out and gently brushed a strand of black hair from his face. “You fell asleep, right in my lap. I wasn’t sure whether to move you or not, but then I finished my paperwork…”

Looking around, Rathma realized they were in the angel’s personal quarters. Heaven’s light poured in through open windows, and they were both settled into the sizable, pillow-filled cushion pit in the middle of the room. Imperius had been relaxing, legs folded neatly beneath him, wings undulated lazily as he waited for his partner to awake. 

“And ah, how long has it been?” Rathma turned back to the angel, and scrubbed at his cheek. 

“Two and a half of your hours.” Imperius responded. “Since you fell asleep in my lap.”

“It’s everyone's hours.” Came the immediate, habitual response. 

“Sure, and it’s everyone’s calendar as well.” 

Rathma stuck out his tongue at the angel. Imperius reached out and poked the tip. 

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, they shuffled until Rathma had seated himself in the angel’s lap, and they were both wrapped in blankets. Imperius protectively curled his arms around his partner’s waist, and Rathma laid his cheek against his chest. Damn, his jaw really was protesting. And he remembered being so comfortable too!

“...Now what?” Rathma asked after a moment.

“Well, my original plan was to fuck your face,” Imperius pulled him closer, and nuzzled into his hair, “And see if I could make you cum without touching anything but your mouth.” 

Rathma shuddered against him. He felt his mouth water a little bit just at the thought of such things. 

“Now, I just want to love you though. You looked so good with a cock in your mouth, it was hard to focus.” Imperius sighed. His wings were getting twitchy from want.

Flopping backwards, he brought his partner-and-blankets with him. The nephalem huffed out a laugh, and lazily sprawled out on top of his lover. 

“Another time then? I, too, wish to know if you can make me cum through mouth-play. It hasn’t been done before.” Rathma licked his lips and started idly tracing patterns out on the angel’s robes. Thankfully Imperius had taken off his armor before climbing into bed with him, as they’d learned the hard way that it was easy to get sensitive skin caught between armor plates.

“Certainly, another time.” Imperius purred. “I like to please you.”

The words made Rathma shudder. “I do wish you had a real cock.” He sighed.

“Oh?” That genuinely surprised Imperius. 

They had both been quite pleased with the false-cocks - Imperius was not comfortable with shifting into a human body, and Rathma appreciated that there was no chance of stray children. This was the first time his partner had shown any sign of wanting something more… fleshy. 

Imperius wondered if he wasn’t pleasing his partner enough. 

“Mm, yes. I’d like to be able to pleasure you too. I used to be very good with my tongue, you see, and I think you would’ve liked having your cock sucked.” 

“ Oh! ” That made sense. Rathma did like to take care of him when he was on top. It made sense he’d want to give him pleasure when bottoming as well. 

The nephalem sighed, and propped himself up on his elbows. He smiled down at his partner, eyes lingering for a few long moments on his wings…

Rathma had an idea. Well, he’d thought of it before. Now seemed like as good a time as any. 

“Why don’t we try something…a little different?” Rathma sat up, and shifted so that he was straddling Imperius’s waist. The angel was so wide that his thighs were pushed almost obscenely apart. It was something that always excited him.

Imperius obligingly ran his hands up his partner’s thighs, and massaged at the joint where they met his hips. “What sort of different? You know I like to try things with you.” 

“Your wings are quite sensitive yes?” Rathma tipped his head, still smiling. 

“Very sensitive.” Imperius agreed, and started rubbing circles into his hips with his thumbs. 

“I would like to stimulate them orally.” 

“...What?” Imperius was at a loss. Sometimes Rathma was too technical. 

The nephalem snorted a laugh. “I want to suck your wings. If that’s acceptable.” 

“Oh! Yes, now I see.” Imperius considered what his partner was proposing. From what Malthael had said, the angels responsible for creating the nephalem in the first place had used their wings sexually. It wasn’t exactly a taboo to use them in such a manner, but it was not commonplace either. Truth be told, it was rather uncharted territory, what with all the renegades being dead. Exactly how they’d done what they’d done was information that had died with them. 

All this to say, Imperius was curious. And definitely interested.

“We could try it.” the angel nodded. “I’m not sure it’ll have the effect you’re looking for, but by all means,” He spread his magnificent wings wide, “Try and please me.” 

Rathma licked his lips, a truly predatory look on his face. 

Leaning forward, he kissed Imperius on his hidden nose, and then reached out with his left hand to trace two fingers along one of the smaller fiery wing-tendrils. Imperius shuddered at the contact. It was a little bit like a backrub, but slightly more pleasant. 

When he reached the tip, Rathma gently grabbed it and sat up, bringing it to his mouth. First he pressed a gentle kiss to it, and watched Imperius for a reaction. 

The angel ruffled the rest of his wings. He nodded encouragingly.

With a smile, Rathma kissed his way down the tendril, before releasing it and grabbing another. He repeated this for the next one, and the next one, and on until he got to one of the thicker filaments. Now, he started at the base and licked his way to the tip instead.

Imperius shuddered, and Rathma looked sharply at him, looking for any sign that he should stop. The angel only nodded again - that had felt damn good. 

Relieved, Rathma continued what he’d been doing, licking his way up and down his angel’s wings. Imperius was starting to make happy little noises, encouraging him to keep going. It seemed as though he’d been right about this. The angel was totally relaxed, sighing and occasionally groaning at the attention he was receiving. They had experimented with Imperius’s wings a little bit before, but nothing quite like this. 

Finally, Rathma reached the top of the wing, where the thickest of the filaments were. He could still comfortably wrap a hand around them, and he testingly stroked up and down the tip for a moment. Yes, he could suck this. Biting his lip, the nephalem looked to his partner as he brought the tip of his wing to his mouth. Imperius watched him, eager and curious for what he’d do.

Carefully, he sucked the wingtip into his mouth. It twitched around, briefly coiling with his tongue, and brushing against against his teeth. Rathma sucked a little bit, putting pressure on it. 

Imperius stiffened, and jerked his hands away from his lover. Instead, he buried them in the blankets; he didn’t want to accidentally bruise the nephalem. 

Mistaking this for a bad sign, Rathma immediately spat the tendril out. 

“N-no!” Imperius gasped. He shivered at the lack of contact. 

“No?” Rathma tilted his head. 

“It was- It was good!” Imperius ruffled his wings again, and noted that they were still wet from saliva. “I liked it. I just don’t want to bruise you is all.” 

“Oh!” His partner immediately brightened. “Then, I am glad. Come back here you.” He reached back into Imperius’s wing, and pulled out the tendril he’d been working with. 

“Please keep going…keep going.” Imperius sighed. 

Obligingly, Rathma gently sucked the filament back into his mouth.

Rathma held onto the tendril with one hand, did his best to keep it still, and slowly pulled off while sucking harder at it. Imperius’s responding moan was music . He took it back in, and bobbed his head a bit. It wasn’t a mortal cock, but if it responded to the same stimuli…

Imperius was shuddering. It was so wet and warm in his partner’s mouth. Of course, he had known this, but experiencing it through his wings, the most integral part of his being…well, it was a very nice sensation. Nice enough that he was starting to lose control of himself. The rest of his wings were wriggling and curling about the pillows and sheets, eager for any of Rathma’s attention. 

One went so far as to wrap itself around his wrist, and press into the palm of his hand. 

Rathma blinked down at it, and considered the tendril already pressing against the back of his throat. Well, he’d sucked bigger things than a pair of filaments. 

With a mental shrug, he brought the other wing-tendril to his mouth. Imperius could only stare, quietly amazed. This was already far more than he’d expected; he’d thought maybe a bit of licking and kissing, but Rathma was sucking his wings like he’d sucked his false-cock. They locked eyes then, and the nephalem raised a brow as if to ask what he was waiting for. With a needy rumble, Imperius allowed the second filament to slide itself into his partner’s mouth. 

He went slow (or tried to anyway), and carefully watched the way his partner breathed. Rathma was breathing just fine through his nose though, and gently stroking both tendrils with his hands. They both pressed into his mouth, and he swallowed around them, pulling them in deeper. They felt surprisingly nice against his tongue, almost too hot, but tingly and alive in a way that was just satisfying enough. He didn’t think he could hold them still for too long, or else possibly be burnt, but that was okay. 

Without warning, Rathma pressed both tendrils together with his hands, holding them as still as possible, and began sucking them properly. He bobbed his head, taking them in and out, in and out, all the while keeping pressure on them.

Imperius let out a cry of pleasure, arched his back slightly, and felt his wings flare. He was in a state of utter bliss, with the way Rathma was treating him. He hadn’t realized that there was an art to sucking things, but it was clear now that his paramour had mastered that art. His mind conjured up an image of the nephalem, on his knees, sucking a cock like this. 

It was a nice mental image. Not quite as nice as the one before him though.

Rathma looked gorgeous like this. Imperius hadn’t realized how much he’d like that sight of his partner, seated on his lap, sun in his hair, practically worshiping his wings. It just made him burn even hotter.

That heat was abruptly stoked when Rathma pulled off his wings with a wet pop , and licked his lips down at the angel. Gently, he pushed the two filaments away (only for them to wrap needily around his wrists). Imperius whined up at him, confused about why he’d stopped. Rathma just smiled serenely. Instead of continuing to give them attention, he reached out for two new tendrils, pulling them in and rubbing them with his fingers. 

Imperius relaxed again. Okay, this he could accept. 

With a chuckle, Rathma took the two new tendrils into his mouth, relaxed as he let them explore his tongue-and-teeth. The previous two filaments were still sulkily tugging at his wrists, but he ignored them in favor of teasing the new filaments with his tongue. 

Then he squeezed them tight in his hands, and began sucking them too. 

Imperius tried not to thrash beneath him, but couldn’t stop the rest of his wings from spasming. It felt so good . Rathma was driving him a little bit crazy with the way he pressed with his tongue and sucked just hard enough, and kept stroking the tendrils with his hands. 

He was losing control of himself. And his wings. They were darting about, some locating the source of his pleasure, others snapping eagerly at the air. 

Rathma swallowed again, pulling him deeper in than he ever had before. His throat was so tight , it pressed his wing-tendrils together, and the feedback between the two snapped back along the filaments, flooding his senses.

With a shudder and a groan, Imperius came. His hands fisted up in the blankets, and his wings eagerly wound themselves around the source of his pleasure without him to keep them under control.

Rathma gagged as the tendrils in his mouth flared with a surge of power. It didn’t hurt exactly, but he still spat them out. Immediately they snaked around his fingers, and he reflexively squeezed them. Imperius cried out at the sensation.

When he finally came down, Imperius discovered that he had completely entangled his lover, wings wrapping greedily around his slender frame. They had totally ensnared his arms, legs, torso, and a few had ever coiled around his neck. Rathma just laughed as he was held. They weren’t hurting him, although he’d half expected to be burnt. Obligingly, he stroked whichever filaments he could get his hands on, even as they wriggled in and out of his grasp. Imperius let out a pleased sigh at the contact. 

Gradually, the tendrils relaxed, and uncoiled. 

Gradually, Imperius cooled down. 

“...Felt good then?” Rathma asked with a purr. 

“ Very good.” Imperius nodded. He was feeling lazy and relaxed after the release of power. Idly, he ran a hand over his lover’s leg, and drifted up to squeeze his ass. 

For his part, Rathma looked entirely pleased with himself. 

Imperius gave him an affectionate pat. 

“I’ll get you for this.” He promised. “Make you squirm, make you come undone. Make you take me in your mouth again, fuck your face like I meant to.” 

Rathma leaned down to kiss him. When they broke apart he licked Imperius’s lips. 

“I’ll hold you to that.” He said with a grin.

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Imperius is discreet as can be about the whole thing. No one save Rathma himself suspects anything is amiss when Valor casually requests his 'expertise' on a 'delicate matter'.

In his private chambers no less.

While they aren't concerned about others knowing of their relationship, they don't go flaunting it. Theirs is an entirely personal matter, and meeting up like this, in the middle of the day when there is still work to be done, is a rarity for them. Imperius can't be bothered to wait though.

Rathma, who has an idea of what his angelic partner is up to, is completely fine with not waiting.

Almost the instant the door shuts behind them, Imperius is reaching for him, curling a hand around his hip. He squeezes in an entirely too pleasant way, and pulls Rathma flush against him. The nephalem lets himself be maneuvered, enjoying how large Imperius's hands are, and how they fit around his body.

Of course he'd always been tall and lithe, but Valor's size and bulk make him feel almost delicate. Or maybe it's just the gentle-possessive way his partner holds him.

"I have something for us." Imperius purrs down into his hair.

"Oh?" Utterly content, Rathma presses into the angel's heated armor. He indulges himself, greedily taking in as much warmth as he likes. It makes him feel so very decadent.

There's a hum of magic, and the angel grabs one of his hands, guiding it down… Rathma turns to peer up into the angel's helmet when he feels the telltale bulge in his robes. His brows raise as he gets a grip on what he was being shown.

"...I'll admit, I wasn't sure you'd actually do it." He uttered, quiet and touched. "How did you even obtain this?"

"Some mortals are more useful than others…and I wanted to please you." Imperius answered simply, but then he hesitated. "Does this please you?" His hands have stilled where they wrapped around his partner's back. It's sweet, almost precious, how eager he is to please. And how worried he is about messing up.

Rathma squeezes the bulge deliberately. "The prospect of this makes me very pleased. Shall we both partake in how pleased I am?" He leans up, nips at his partner's chin. He'd kiss him if he could reach.

His other hand goes to Imperius's wrist. When the angel nods, he tugs him towards the chaise in the back corner of his private chamber.

With quick fingers, Rathma pulls off his cloak, leaving it to float about the room. Imperius lets himself be pushed backwards, to drape over the chaise. Immediately he's set upon by his partner. Rathma straddles his waist, sitting directly on top of the bulge in his robes. He rubs, grinding down on it with a pleased hum, even as he runs his hands over Imperius's armor.

Rathma places a heated kiss on his partner's lips, and draws away before he can be caught in a make-out session. Imperius huffs needily as he retreats.

Shuffling down, Rathma nestles himself between the angel's thighs and rifles through his robes, pulling them off as he searches for his prize. Imperius watches, content with the sight of the nephalem where he is. Content to be undressed. The only thing that might be better would be if he were on his knees…but he's sure they can experiment with that later.

Right now he doesn't think anything could distract the nephalem from his mission.

"You really are excited." He chuckles. Reaching forward, he runs armored fingers over soft black hair. Rathma nuzzles into the touch.

"Of course. You're a very exciting angel." The nephalem primly replies. "And this is a particularly interesting thing you've gone and done."

As he speaks, he finally pulls the false cock free. It bobs in the air, a pretty red color that matches Imperius's armor.

"What do you think?" Imperius asks, eager for his partner's opinion.

Instead of replying with words, the nephalem acts. Imperius watches, mystified and intrigued, as Rathma leans down. He kisses the toy, from base to tip, kisses it like he's paying homage to a holy relic. Imperius supposes he technically is. How lewd.

"You like it." He boasts, utterly pleased with himself. Rathma hums his agreement, and looks him in the eye as he takes the toy in his mouth.

He…hadn't expected to like that as much as he did. The sight of Rathma with a cock in his mouth makes him warm and jittery. Excited. Aroused. Imperius thinks he might understand some things about mortals a little bit better.

The angel's own wings coil around his fingers of their own volition as he watches. He obligingly strokes them, and bucks his hips slightly, never taking his eyes off of Rathma. Heady pleasure floods his resonance. His partner bobs his head, watching him, making gross-hot slurping-swallowing noises as he goes. Spit drips down his chin.

The sight of Rathma debasing himself, the perverse little noises he keeps making… Imperius strokes his wings harder. He's starting to think that this little toy cock may be the best thing to ever happen to them.

"Touch yourself." Imperius roughly commands. "Show me what this means to you..." He pinches his wings, shudders at the pain-pleasure.

Rathma pulls off his cock with a pet pop. He opens his mouth to speak- and finds hot metal in his mouth, as Imperius forcefully silences him with his fingers.

"I said," The angel repeats, "I want to see you touch yourself."

For a moment, Rathma can only stare, cheeks pink, fingers in his mouth, slaver dripping down his chin. Rough breaths puff out around Imperius's fingers. He stares into his helm- and reaches down. It takes him a moment to undo and remove his belt, and pull the ties of his pants free. Imperius makes no move to help, but he does stroke his partner's cheek with his thumb, and continues to stroke his wing with his other hand.

Rathma manages to get his pants down enough to pull his own cock free. Imperius had marveled before at how he managed to get anything done while dressed so tightly. From the relieved sigh he lets out, he must've been getting very cramped down there.

With slow deliberateness, Rathma wraps a hand around himself, and gives a few half-hearted strokes.

Imperius grunts. "Like you mean it."

Rathma huffs at that, and pulls back, away from his hand. Imperius is about to reproach him, when he simply licks his own hand. The nephalem stares at him, and he backs down as that long tongue works its way over his fingers. Once he was satisfied with the slickness, Rathma takes hold of himself once more.

He pumps his hand roughly, hips rolling just the slightest for that added stimulation.

Imperius is giddy with the sight, with his partner's obedience. His hand goes to Rathma's hair, and he shoves the nephalem down, back towards his cock.

"Good boy." He gasps as he watches him start sucking the toy again. "So good for me."

His own hand is still wet from plugging up Rathma's mouth. It makes for a deliciously slippery feel when Imperius lets his wing wrap back around his fingers, and he lets out a blissful sigh. Rathma moans his agreement, having found a rhythm between sucking his partner and pleasuring himself.

Rathma cums first. He squeezes his cock and pumps it a few more times, milking himself between Imperius's thighs. He sucks hard on the angel's cock, panting and moaning around it.

"Oh, you are gorgeous…" Imperius sighs. He hurries himself along, wings growing bright and hot in his hands. Rathma keeps going, watching him hotly, swallowing around him as if there were anything to swallow. Suddenly, he pulls off the toy, and wraps his soiled hand around it. Only after he'd thoroughly smeared it with his own seed does he take it back in his mouth again. It makes Imperius's resonance thrum. He allows himself to imagine that he had a true cock, and imagines that his proud, deadly partner would swallow his own cum, if he gave it to him. If he made him take it.

Imperius has his own orgasm then, an overloading of his resonance. He lets out a strangled groan, wings flaring, armor going taught.

Rathma chuckles around him, and finally lets go of his new favorite toy. He clambers forward to drape himself over his angel, stretching out like a cat in the sun. Or a slut over their patron.

For a moment, its all either of them can do to catch their breath.

One hand disentangles from his wings, and Imperius curls it over his partner's waist. He nuzzles down into his hair again, inhaling his scent. A little sharper, a little more mortal, post-orgasm.

"...I think it's a very nice cock," Rathma tells him between pants. "...If you were still wondering."

Imperius barks a tired laugh at that. "I think I'd figured that out. I'm glad you like it."

"I think you liked it too." Rathma tells him, turning so that they're practically nose-to-nose. "I think you liked watching me touch you like that quite a lot."

Well. He certainly wasn't wrong.

The nephalem grins at him, all wicked desire and lust. "I think you'll like fucking me with it even more."