Ilya froze for a second before he processed what was happening. He tangled a hand in Nathaniel's hair, pulling him close and kissing him back. "Not an overstep," he murmured happily, pulling away for a breath. "An understep. Kiss me more?"
Nathaniel's face was very red by now, but he complied. He wrapped his arms around Ilya's neck as he kissed him, letting Ilya control it. He was very inexperienced in this department.
Ilya rested a hand on the small of his back, deepening the kiss with a soft happy sound.
Nathaniel let out a soft whimper as well, not confident enough to let himself moan. He enjoyed Ilya's touch, though his ribs still twinged a bit.
Ilya pressed closer, trailing kisses down to Nathaniel's neck where he nipped gently at the skin. "Can I mark you up?"
"H-How do you mean?" If possible, Nathaniel blushed harder when Ilya moved down his neck.
"I wanna give you a hickey." Ilya sucked lightly on his neck, biting softly on the spot. "You know what a hickey is, right?"
Nathaniel whined softly, shaking his head. "N-Never heard of one… what is it?"
Ilya laughed quietly, tilting his head up to look at Nathaniel. "Basically, I leave a mark on you by biting or sucking on the skin. I want to put one on your neck."
"Oh… um… that's fine, I guess, just be gentle… I'm still hurt." Nathaniel's wings trembled more violently.
"I won't hurt you," Ilya promised, reaching up to pet one of his wings. "And if you start to feel uncomfortable, just tell me to stop and I will." Ilya leaned up to peck him on the lips before he returned to the mark he'd been leaving.
Nathaniel nodded and trembled slightly as Ilya left the mark on him. He could tell the fairy was at least a little more experienced than he was. As much as he hated to admit it, he was still quite innocent.
Ilya moved down to his collarbone, sucking another mark into the skin there, and then leaned up to kiss the underside of his jaw.
Nathaniel moaned softly, his face bright red. His wings continued shaking from the stimulation.
Ilya smiled slyly as Nataniel moaned, biting carefully at the column of his neck. He stroked is wings slowly, looking for the sensitive spot he'd found earlier. "You're blushing awfully hard, Nathaniel. Have you ever done this before?"
Nathaniel shook his head. "I-I… I left heaven when I was eight, and I… I've been alone ever since… I have no clue what I'm doing." He shivered and bit his lip a bit when Ilya found the spot on his wings.
Ilya pursed his lips. He'd known Nathaniel was inexperienced, but not that inexperienced. "Holy shit, was I your first kiss!?"
Nathaniel nodded. "Yeah… is that a big deal? Did I do something wrong?" He asked nervously.
"No! This is nice, I just… I… I don't want to mess this up for you." Ilya bit his lip, brushing a few strands of hair out of his face. "I want this to be… good. And I'm not sure I'm the right person to guide you through everything."
"It is good… I obviously don't know what I'm doing, but I don't think you're doing anything wrong." Nathaniel gently kissed Ilya again.
Ilya kissed him back, still nervous. "But… first times are supposed to be special. I'm not good at special."
"What about it isn't special? We met under intriguing circumstances, I'm an angel and you're a fairy, you're brewing potions and stuff to help me heal… I think it's very interesting." He hugged Ilya, his grip weak so he wouldn't hurt himself further.
"How'd you get so self-assured all of a sudden?" Ilya teased, leaning into the hug and pulling Nathaniel in for a soft kiss. "And… um… thank you. For the reassurance."
"Pfft, since when am I self assured? And no problem…" Nathaniel kissed Ilya back.
Ilya laughed into the kiss, running his hands over the spot in Nathaniel's wings.