Thread: Sins of the Fallen

the boy was falling so easily into the others trap, small noises falling from the boys throat as he felt the soft wings of the other wrap around him, making him shudder as he looked up at the other, those pretty blue eyes filled with Joy at the promise of being accepted. praised and loved, oh how he wanted it, the desperate want in his eyes was proof enough that he would do almost anything to be loved, held, enjoyed. yes he talked too much, but oh he was so willing, and so innocent. one could train a chatter out of a boy, but that eagerness to please and be pleased, one could not train that. i'd like that. he whispered at the promise of being taken to Aiden's home. but didn't the other live in heaven? no... maybe he was one of those Angels that lived on earth instead? he would like to stay on earth, with Aiden. but the thing the other said, only a Sin in Gods eyes... was God wrong? how could god be wrong!? but... he frowned, confused but relaxed at the promise of more touching, more affection and he nodded. alright... he whispered, quiet in his confusion, and arousal, and shock. how could god be wrong? he suddenly realized it didn't matter, he didn't want god in this intense burning way... he only wanted Aiden. he moaned softly as he felt the tongue in his mouth, shuddering at the strange texture, the strange... was it forked. the thought made him shudder in delight as it stroked him ever so eagerly all over the mouth. oh...oooh... your tongue is funny... feels.. good. he whispered, shuddering happily before shrieking as he was picked up, wrapping his arms tightly around the others neck, clinging to him. don't! you're going to drop me! he complained, terror in his voice now. how many times has the kid been picked up and dropped to elicit such a response? but he took the chance to feel the others big, strong arms and he pressed his nose to the others neck, smelling him again. you smell like woodsmoke and sulfur... he whispered. it smells good. he muttered softly. like a winter evening... he mumbled, settling onto the couch, staring at him with those wide trusting eyes. ok. he whispered at the promise of Aiden fixing all of his needs, giving him what he needed. he shuddered as he lay back on the couch and relaxed, sighing softly as he closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of fingers in his hair, gasping hard as a hand settled onto his cock, arching into it. a..aah!! o..ooooh ...nnn...weird...feels... so weird... but..a..aaah. he groaned again as he felt his neck being touched, kissed, licked, bitten and he forgot how to speak. a..aaah... he groaned again, grinding his hips into the others hands, so awash with pleasure that he was making high pitched noises in the back of his throat, his mouth open, his face a bright red, looking the sultry little virgin that he was as he shuddered. '...tight...n'side... he groaned, trying to find a way to tell the other that he needed more... more what? he didn't know, he only knew he needed more. puh... please... he begged, his hands running along the others body. please...hah...m..more? he begged, shuddering against the other. please more... and in that moment... Samuel was his, such a strong reaction to such simple touches, he was going to be addicted to the pleasure before too long. addicted to the burning passion that Aiden incited deep inside... he was Aiden's.... pleease...