Kiz pulled the plume out and looked at his mate questioningly for Raphael to explain. “It’s one of my primary feathers,” he said, taking the box from Kiz and setting it down on the nightstand. “I chose the orange beads to match your eyes.”
Kiz held it over his heart, feeling happier than he ever had in his life. “Thank yous, Raphael.”
Stepping forward, his mate took the feather from his hand and clipped it to a chunk of Kiz’s hair. “You don’t have to wear it in your hair,” he said, staring deep into Kiz’s eyes. “You can pin it to your belt or stick it in your pocket. Or if you don’t like it, you can just put it in a drawer for safe keeping.”
Nodding his head, Kiz gazed down at his mate. After a few seconds of just staring at each other, Kiz began to nibble on his lip. “So, um… About rolling on bed…” Raphael chuckled, making Kiz frown. “No laugh, you meanie!”
This just made Raphael laugh all the harder. Kiz growled, picking up his mate, walking him toward the bed. Falling into a tangle of limbs, Kiz pinned the smaller male and said, “You forget I bigger.”
Raphael hissed as once again Kiz’s body grew a mind of its own. He rolled to the edge of the bed, and his arms went up over his head as Raphael spread Kiz’s legs to settle between them.
“And you…” Raph began dramatically, pressing Kiz into the mattress. “You forget that I can possess you and bend you to my will.”
Kiz laughed. “So this demonic possession?”
Suddenly Kiz’s head went hazy. A second later, or at least he thought it to be a second, Kiz opened his eyes and looked around, confused to be on all fours in the middle of the bed. He was even more confused when he found he was completely naked with Raphael draped over him.
“That,” Raphael laughed, “was demonic possession.”
Peeking over his shoulder, Kiz smiled and told them, “We have to try more later.”
Raphael wagged his eyebrows said, “Definitely.”
* * * *
Draping himself over Kiz’s back, Raph hugged his viscer’s middle. Hearing Kiz moan, he shoved his lower half against Kiz’s round ass.
“Oh, Raph, tsss,” his Tibutanian hissed.
The sound had Raph thrusting harder as he dry-humped his mate.
Kiz laughed and said, “I not think this count as roll ‘round.”
Raph’s lips curved as he flopped over on his side and begin to roll like a log with Kiz. Kiz laughed heartily till the elated sound was suddenly halted. Raph would’ve thought he had done something wrong had he not felt the overwhelming sense of peace himself.
He hadn’t even known he was so on edge. One minute the weight of the world had been sitting upon him, and the next he felt like he lounged on a mountain of cotton candy.
Cotton candy? he thought. There he had his mate, hot and ready beneath him, and he was thinking about cotton candy?
Needing to know how Kiz felt about the situation, he felt guilty as he tapped into his lover’s head. hearing a string of nonsense words, he had to ask, “Why are you thinking in Tibutani?”
Kiz’s brows pinched. “I always think in Tibutani.” Then he smiled wryly. “Ha! Salem say to me he no translate my thoughts for you.”
Raph frowned. Salem had been translating for him? He didn’t quite know how he felt about not being able to read his mate’s mind. But after a few seconds, he decided it was probably for the best.
After some thought, he felt like it was actually a good thing. This way Kiz wouldn’t feel violated by Raph’s ability to hear what was going on in his head.
Raph pulled away, deciding to get to business and manifested a bottle of lube. Raph needed to enter his mate to consummate their union.
Quickly popping the lube’s lid, he poured a liberal amount making sure to coat all his fingers. Kiz sighed happily when Raph began to probe Kiz’s entrance.
Raph felt a rumble in his chest. Okay, did I just say probing about my alien viscer?
Shaking off his amusement, he penetrated Kiz’s warm silky sheath further. He was sure to drench every inch with his slicked fingers.
Kiz yowled and arched his back wantonly. When Raph knew for certain his mate was ready, he pulled out, smearing the rest of the lube that still coated his fingers onto his cock.
Then ever so slowly, he pushed inside his viscer. They groaned simultaneously at the sheer heavenliness. Kiz was so hot and inviting, it made Raph’s head spin.
Kiz’s hand shot back, grabbing onto Raph’s hair and pulling him closer. Kiz’s head turned till their lips collided together in a passionate kiss. Rocking into Kiz gently, Raph reached up a hand to grab a hold of his lover’s chin to angle him better to delve his tongue inside. His head swam at the smoothness.
He became so lost in his desire that he felt his wings magically release from his back. The sensation usually made his back burn, but at the moment, his whole body was on fire.
With his wings enveloping both Raph and Kiz, darkness encased them as Raph plunged harder into his viscer.
The vice-like flesh gripping his dick in pulsing waves had him thrusting more frantically than ever. Hearing Kiz cry out his release, he roared, pumping his own seed into his mate. Kiz milked him, making him want to heighten his lover’s pleasure.
Leaning in, he bit down on Kiz’s shoulder. Hearing his beautiful other-worlder’s screech of delight, he drank down his mate’s life force, loving the mind-altering, rich ambrosia taste.
Pulling back, he propped himself above his mate, not wanting to separate them for a second.
After his chest stopped heaving, he realized he felt weightless like in sleep. Opening his eyes reluctantly, he tried to look down at his mate, only remembering his wings were cocooned around them.
“Raphael?”
A stream of light made him squint. Adjusting slowly, the room grew brighter till he was face-to-face with Kiz who looked up at him with a blissed smile.
His wings shivered as he pulled them back to cup his shoulders and run down his back. Raph smiled, feeling pride as Kiz’s tentative fingers smoothed over the feathers on his shoulder.
“Wow, they beautiful.”
Kiz ran his palm along the growth line of the feathers. Raphael shivered, his wings pulling in tighter around him. Placing his head against his viscer’s, he whispered, “I love you, Kiz.”
Feeling like he was floating once more, he cooed when Kiz wrapped his arms up around his neck and said, “And I love you, Raphael.”
As they gazed at each other with giant smiles, Kiz lifted one of his legs to wrap it around Raph’s waist. Glancing down at his breathtaking mate, he spotted a circle on the inside of Kiz’s right ankle. Turning to see it better, he arched a brow as he examined the area. The circle looked like a tattoo that was about the size of a silver dollar,
Raising a brow, he had to ask, “What is this?”
Suddenly, Kiz started giggling. “You not recognize?”
Not wanting to be rude, he said, “It’s a—” He stopped, not having a clue.
With a broad grin, Kiz said, “I told you I not good at draw’ling.”
“You tattooed this?”
“Yes.”
“What’s it supposed to be?” He laughed. From his view, it was a circle with—
Kiz’s body shook in merriment. “It you, dum-dum.”
“Huh?” He looked hard. Then he saw it.
Bursting out in laughter, he realized the lopsided circle with the sticks in it made a peace sign. Kiz had marked his body with a “portrait” of Raphael.
Feeling his eyes glisten, he lifted his mate’s foot and kissed the tattoo. “I’m never letting you go.”
Kiz’s brow arched. “Do you see me running?” Then with a devious smirk, he said, “Now, let us talk more ‘bout—demonic possession…”
Raphael’s mind vision turned hyper-knowing. Feeling the pleasure his future-self would experience, Raphael felt a happiness he never knew he would experience firsthand.
THE END

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