Now wouldn't that be something, Lindsey killing his guardian archangel with just dirty talk. But then, that was why they called it little deaths, right?

His ghosting fingers went back down the shaft then up again, giving it stimulation but not overly much. He could feel how it trembled in his circling grip though, he could feel how near the angel was.

So when he kissed back, he stabbed his tongue in and moaned again in what he hoped was a wanton desperate sound of slut.

"Please," he murmured against the archangel's lips after their kiss ended. "Please, I need you so bad. I need to squeeze you with my fuckhole... I need to feel your warm seed gushing in and leaking back out. You won't make me wait, will you?"

He brushed his thumb over the slit again. "Own. Me."