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doubt about it. He had one long, rippled vein running down his penis, and Matthew found and suckled that line, adoring Dove with his mouth, tasting him deeply.
    Above him he felt the movement of air as Dove’s wings arched. He looked up saw the most beautiful sight; the angel was glowing as if a light had been turned on under his skin. His head was thrown back and his lips were parted. He had given himself to Matthew completely.
    “You might be a naughty, voyeuristic angel, gorgeous, but I can’t resist you.”
    “I love this, Matthew! I love the feel of you touching my penis. It makes me even happier to have one! But will it get better? I need more .”
    “It will get much better!” Matthew sank to his knees, bracing himself against Dove’s open thighs and swallowing the angel’s swollen cock, taking him deep, tasting, moaning, because he had wanted Dove inside his mouth when he’d just been Matthew’s boss, but this was even better, a lover trapped and at his mercy, needing Matthew for his release. Perfect.
    “You are a very good cocksucker, Matthew.” Dove’s hips were rigid, undulating as Matthew lit him up with every touch. His head moved back and forth, his legs spread wider, so that Matthew wet a finger and trailed it through the groove of his ass, nudging his dimple. “Oh!” Dove gasped.
    “Like that?” He pushed the finger inside the angel, finger fucking him while he licked him.
    Dove demanded wistfully, “I really want to have an orgasm. I’ve never had one before, but it looks like fun!”
    “I want to watch you come,” Matthew fisted his angel’s cock up and down as the beautiful being shivered, helpless, his eyes open and vulnerable as he let Matthew see inside him as he took control, took his pleasure, mastered him.
    One wing raised and shattered the bedside lamp. Neither man paid any attention to it. “Oh! Matthew, something’s—!”
    “It’s okay,” Matthew gently rubbed the hard balls, feeling how tight they were and squeezing gently. “You are going to come soon, pet.”
    “I’m afraid….” Dove was twisting as Matthew toyed with him.
    “Come for me. I want to see it!”
    Dove cried out, and the wall cracked, the D rings giving as he spilled, splashing Matthew’s face and his own belly, huffing as Matthew bent close and tasted him, licking his first innocent offering.
    Dove collapsed to the floor with Matthew, his wings closing protectively around the smaller man to make it their own world of feathers and magic and the scent of musky sex. “Do you think an angel can fall in love?” Dove’s eyes were bright and sad as he caressed Matthew’s hair.
    Their hands embraced, and they leaned together, forehead to forehead.
    “You can take it back if you want,” Matthew whispered. “It’s probably just the sex.”
    “No, I don’t think I can,” Dove told him gravely. “But I can’t stay here with you.”
    Matthew nodded, chest tight.
    “But you don’t have to love me either, Matthew; if it hurts you, you can take it back. I don’t mind.”
    “Let me guess, you can see something in my aura?” Matthew asked wryly, though his gaze fell as he buried himself safe against his angel. “Too late,” he whispered.

Chapter Thirteen
     
    “It’s a bit tight across the shoulders, but it will have to do, pet,” Matthew noted as he ran a hand over Dove’s disguise. “Just don’t pop your wings out at the wrong time; we don’t want any broken lamps while we run through Plan B.”
    Dove flushed. “Usually I can control it, but you make me premature.”
    Matthew laughed. “Not really, gorgeous.” He kissed Dove, satisfied himself, remembering rubbing himself off against Dove’s silky skin as the angel lay dazed after his first climax.
    Dove wore a satisfied look on his face that make Matthew’s heart feel like a big fist was squeezing it. He’d obviously liked what they’d done, really liked it, and Matthew had been right to take it slow, not to push things between