Michael.

.⚔. —; ❝Commander of the Army of God.❞ | ❝This world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.❞ ɬ

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| I'll be returning tomorrow. x

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@TheFirstToSin

Michael rolls his eyes. “I'm not a child, Lucifer. I highly doubt that you have 'lots to do'.” He mocks teasingly.

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@WaitForTheDark × leaving little marks.

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@WaitForTheDark × head back against the bed. His nails oh so slowly scratch down his newfound lover's back, all the way down, ×

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@WaitForTheDark × know what more was. He just knew he needed it. “I-I like this very much, Ryan..” The Angel bellows, throwing his ×

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@WaitForTheDark × His hips grind up, making sure to match the pace of Ryan's own, the man desperate for more - though, he didn't ×

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Michael's golden hues flutter pleasantly closed, the Archangel getting lost in every single little sensation. ×

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| I'll be on here tomorrow. It's been a long day, loves. x
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| Goodnight. x

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@TheFirstToSin × me to do at this place..?”

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@TheFirstToSin

“Shush.” Is all the Archangel speaks, turning his attention to gaze out of the passenger seat window. “What is there for ×

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| #Bbl xx

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@WaitForTheDark × grinding, his own hips pushing up to mimic Ryan's, grinding their lengths against one another.

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@WaitForTheDark × “Fuck... F-Fuck, /Ryan/. . .~” The Archangel whimpers in a higher pitch, his body reacting all too well to the ×

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@WaitForTheDark × part wider, wrapping themselves around Ryan's waist, his hands clinging to the man's back, head thrown back. ×

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@WaitForTheDark × over time. As /soon/ as Ryan's body is pressed up against his own and ground down against him, Michael's legs ×

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@WaitForTheDark × his body is planned out. He wanted to kiss every inch of this man's flesh, and he intended to do it slowly, gradually, ×

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@WaitForTheDark × and Ryan completely naked, he lets out a hushed groan, watching the man intently, noting his movements, how ×

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“I trust you far more than I've ever trusted any other being before in my life..” Once Michael finds himself ×

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@WaitForTheDark × unbelievably seductive, easily drawing in the pure Archangel.