Gabriel stay curled around Azriel’s hand, wishing to feel the demon’s body curl around him. It would warm him, and make him feel safe within this scary world. He wanted to be cradled and consoled. Butterflies fluttered around his stomach, making his body tingle as Azriel grew closer. Gabriel swallowed harshly, a strung blush burning his cheeks. If only he could spend his entire life with Azriel. If only he could spend his life with some company, then alone. He sighed, reaching out to touch Azriel’s face. Gabriel brushed his thumb over Azriel’s cheekbone, then moved down his face to brush his thumb over Azriel’s lips. He smiled. Azriel’s skin was soft and so were his lips. He shifted his body, unfurling his legs to stretch them. “I’m glad you feel that way because I Don’t think I have the ability to let go.” Gabriel giggled, lifting his hand to place it over Azriel’s. He loved Azriel’s touch. It was gentle, comforting. It was warming, filling his body with great warmth.
Gabriel’s breathing was slow, relaxed compared to his breathing before. “Maybe it would be better than living alone.” He murmured. “If I start to resent it, then you can take me home. Does it have to be a month exact?” It was probably best they cut ties after exactly one month. If anything were to develop further, it could be disastrous for both of them. Gabriel could be murdered and then Azriel would be if someone found out — stupid demons. Why couldn’t they live in harmony? He sighed. “Fine. I will enjoy as much time as I get. I will enjoy what it feels to not be lonely.” He felt Azriel’s lips upon his, his eyes opening as an intense blush took over his face. His heartbeat quickened and so did his breathing. Gabriel melted into Azriel’s kiss, a satisfied whine coming from his throat. His body tangled with happiness.
Azriel closed his eyes briefly at the feeling of Gabriel's hand on his cheek. It was soft and warming. He couldn't help but shutter at the touch. He never wanted to be anywhere else but here. No where else but his touch. Oh what a few days could do for a relationship between two men that were holed up together. It was a mix of things really. The loneliness they had both been faced with, the trauma that had been dealt to them. He laughed gently, grinning fron ear to ear. "I don't think I would let you if you tried," he admitted. He didn't want to be let go u less they were moving somewhere they could lay together. He didn't have any expectations for anything else other than to lay down together and hold one another.
Azriel was raising back up on his knees, trying to get closer to Gabriel without hurting either of them. Although it was already to late for his ribs. They had been hurting for a while now. But the kiss had been a great distraction and he barely felt it now. No, his skin was tingling everywhere that Gabriel was touching him, those fireworks spreading throughout the rest of his body. This was bliss. This was heaven. And it was perfect. His hand slid from Gabriel's cheek to the side of his neck. The kiss was becoming more intense and Azriel was getting high off of it. This hadn't been his intention, though as a succubus, he didn't really have a choice. It would happen either way. But he wasn't doing this for the high, for the feeding. He was doing it out of affection and passion for Gabriel.
Gabriel’s face erupted into a great flush, his skin hot. His cheeks tingled, the feeling crossing over his nose bridge. Each touch was like a spark upon his skin, igniting little fires across his skin. Excitement coursed through his body, no longer pushing his thoughts or feelings away. He was in heaven. The tingle from his lips spread to his cheeks up to his ears with each passing moment. Gabriel’s breathing got faster, his body trying to compensate for the heat spanning across it. Azriel could probably feel his rapid heartbeat through the pulse in his neck. He didn’t want it to stop, but this position was starting to get uncomfortable, especially because of the intensity of it. Gabriel pulled away, collecting himself before he spoke. “This position is uncomfortable. For the both of us. I can see it in your eyes. If you wish to continue, we should move.” Looked into Azriel’s eyes, his face as red as a beet. His chocolate brown eyes sparked with excitement and trust. This made him happy.
Gabriel did his best to sit himself up, using his hands to lift his body up from the couch. His neck hurt from the position he had laid in. He stretched his muscles, looking over at Azriel. He noticed how hot and bothered he looked. Sheesh. But his affection and attachment for the demon didn’t stop him. Moving to another place for both of them to lay would be better, as it wouldn’t strain either of their bodies. Taking a deep breath, Gabriel stood up, urging Azriel to stand with him. A smiled was plastered over Gabriel’s face as he wanted Azriel intently.
Azriel pouted the moment that Gabriel pulled away. He didn't like this loss of contact. He wanted to stay there on the floor as ling as it meant he coukd keep kissing him. It had been perfect. The kiss was neither too soft nor too heated. It was just right. Just perfect. His skin was flushed and his breathing and heart had accelerated. He was sure that Gabriek could hear his heart beating it was so loud. He was sure he could feel it. Azriel sure could. His pout quickly faded as he heard Gabriel speak. He leaned back to allow him to sit uo. Azriel nodded his head maybe a little too eagerly. But he wanted to continue what they had started, wherever it led to. He had no expectations for Gabriel to want to take him to bed like that. He only wanted to be kissed and held.
Still holding his hand, Azriel used Gabriel's strength to get up, trying to conceal the wince as he did. His ribs certainly were not very happy with him at the moment. It wasn't as bad as last night but they still throbbed. But he wasn't letting that stop him at all. "Let's come to my room," Azriel said. His room was safe. His room was comfortable. His room had never had another occupant before. No one had been in his room. Not a sexual partner, not a friend, no one. It was Azriel's safe place and he was inviting Gabriel into it.
Gabriel stood, stretching his muscles. He looked down at Azriel pouting on the floor, shaking his head playfully. All he wanted to do was move to a comfortable space, not put a stop to the fun. His heart was pounding in heat. It almost leaped out of his chest. Blood rushed in his ears and he tried to gain control over his breathing. Gabriel had never experienced something so intense or good as that kiss. He’d had kissed past loved interests, but nothing as beautiful as that. He craved more. He needed more. No — what Gabriel needed was to settle himself. A smile crossed his face once seeing Azriel nod his head. So he wanted more too. Gabriel would never force another person to do something they didn’t, but it seemed like the demon wanted more kisses. He wanted the affection, to feel protected, to be cuddled. He hadn’t felt an affectionate touch in a while.
Gabriel pulled Azriel up, stabilizing him by carefully wrapping his arms around him. He let go once Azriel was on his feet. The wound on his head throbbed slightly, but nothing too bad. It was better than when he received the wound. “Oh, alright. You lead the way. It is your room, after all.” That was the room Gabriel first laid eyes on Azriel. They were going full circle. And Gabriel was excited to be invited into Azriel’s space. That meant a lot.
Azriel leaned into his arms as Gabriel wrapped then around him. He leaned up on his toes to kiss him once. It was soft and brief before pulling away from his grasp. He didn't go far and he didn't let their no contact go for ling. He reached out to hold Gabriel's hand. He couldn't help but want to touch him. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He had never been like this with anyone before. And yes he craved affection from anyone he could get it from but this was different. He craved Gabriel. That was different than just craving the touch. He wanted to be consumed by him. He wanted to be taken any way that Gabriel would have him. And with that in mind, Azriel led him through the hall to his master bedroom. He opened the door, pulling Gabriel inside. Now that Gabriel had a moment to really look at it, Azriel had a very modern styled room. Black bedframe and matching back dresser. There were two small nightstands. A picture here and there, fitting with the theme of the room. But what made it stand out more than the others was the mess he left. Now Azriel was never particularly messy but his dirty clothes were in a corner of the room and he had a few knick knacks lying about that he hadn't cleaned just yet. He'd been a little preoccupied as of late.
Azriel was facing Gabriel now, slowly backing up until the back of his knees hit the bed and he was forced to sit. He was looking up at Gabriel through his eyelashes, giving him a siren look. Azriel wanted him whatever way he coukd get. He wanted him more than he had ever wanted anyone in his entire life.
Gabriel held Azriel for a brief moment, lending onto his shoulder, before looking up at him. He blushed when kissed, swallowing heavily to drown out the blood roaring in his head. He smiled, taking Azriel’s hand, basically clinging to the demon by his hip. He wanted to be stuck in this moment forever. Time would only disrupt their new-found passion for one another. Gabriel was generally a bold man who kept to himself, but Azriel made him fold. He grew softer, shyer almost. All he wanted was to feel more of the burning heat all over his body, being affectionately kissed and touched. Gabriel shook his head. Should he be feeling this way? Had isolation really made him fall for the first man presented to him? God, he needed to get a grip, but he couldn’t. His infatuation went further. And with these questions, these realizations, Azriel led him into his bedroom. Looking around, Gabriel noticed a lot he didn’t see the first night. To be fair, he was also injured. It was a nice room, very minimal, but nice. Gabriel tended to decorate minimally, too. It just left less stuff to move when he moved out of his crappy apartment. He didn’t mind the mess of the space. A room didn’t have to be clean. It was one's safe space, after all, he couldn’t judge. All he had to do was respect the fact Azriel let him enter the room.
Gabriel smiled at Azriel, approaching him as he backed up. Azriel really was giving him such a look. How badly did he want to be with him? How badly did he want him in general? He approached Azriel, leaning down to be face to face with the man. All Gabriel wanted were kisses and cuddles. So, he leaned in, kissing Azriel while using his weight to push both onto the bed.
Azriel was nervous as he sat on his bed, looking up at Gabriel. Did he really know what he was getting himself into with Azriel? Incubi were addicting. No one else was quick as experienced or as good as they were. They could be alluring. And for a moment, Azriel was worried that being a incubus was why Gabriel was so infatuated. That he had given off some sort of pheromone or other that had made him intoxicated on Azriel. It wouldn't be the first time that it's happened to him before. A false love under the pretense of lust. It had left him feeling brokenhearted. But then Gabriel was crawling over him, pushing them both back until his back hit the bed. They were kissing and he was consumed with Gabriel. His smell, his touch, it overwhelmed his senses. He couldn't think of anything else. Nothing other than that he was there and Azriel wasn't letting him god.
His legs came up and circled around Gabriel on instinct. Maybe it was because he found himself on his back far too often. While he enjoyed the company of both men and women, he had a preference for men. And while he didn't mind the occasional switch, Azriel preferred to relinquish all control to his partner. It was easier for him. He let them do as they wanted to him and Azriel got the feeding and high that came after. He had a couple scars from a partner that took it too far but Azriel never could seem to tell him no.
Gabriel stared at Azriel, butterflies fluttering around his stomach. They knotted into a ball, sending tingles throughout his body. He had already thought about the fact Azriel was an incubus — an incubus who could possibly make him feel infatuated. But no, this was purely him. It was purely human emotion, an emotion that encouraged him to be touchy. A whine of need came from his throat as he pushed both onto the bed, the blonde pinning Azriel. Gabriel leaned in, kissing Azriel softly. Azriel’s lips were soft, feeling lovely against his own. Sparks were set off with each touch that landed on him. A harsh blush came to his face, his kiss deeper than he meant it. Both his hand cupped Azriel’s cheeks, his left hand moving down to pin Azriel’s arm to the bed. Gabriel wasn’t very — experienced. He had never had this experience, at least not in this way. This was more intense than anything, but he continued, his thumb brushing against Azriel’s cheek.
Gabriel groaned, feeling the weight of Azriel’s legs upon his waist and over his back. He closed his eyes, his breathing quickening. He wasn’t sure if he was doing everything right, but was sure Azriel would tell him. He hadn’t really been with a man before, despite figuring out he preferred both men and women. This was new for Gabriel. His skin tingled, a slow-burning sensation spreading throughout his body. His hands shook slightly, and he moved from Azriel’s mouth down to his neck. Gabriel knew the neck was a sensitive place. If he was kissed upon the neck, he would squirm.
This was how he died, Azriel thought. Just mere kisses and touched from Gabriel had his skin erupting in fireworks and his heart racing. He had never experienced anything like this before. Not with any of his partners nor the Master. This was entirely different and he was feeling euphoric. Even now he coukd feel his wounds healing better with the influx of energy he was feeding off of. It was wonderful and beautiful and he never wanted this to end. He wanted to stay here, wrapped up in his arms and kisses forever. Azriel let out a small gasp against his lips as Gabriel pinned his right arm to the bed. He hadn't been expecting that bit he was entirely happy with the decision. He was already squirming under him, panting almost. More, he wanted more. Azriel knew he needed to control himself. He didn't want to pressure Gabriel into anything but had started off sweet and innocent had quickly escalated into something much more. And he was happy to let it but only if this was what Gabriel wanted.
A whine slipped through his lips as Gabriel moved from his lips to neck. Azriel squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on the feeling of it. His left hand moved to Gabriel's hair, gripping and tugging on it. He was certianly squirming under him and panting. This was the best thing he had ever experienced. And Azriel had a lot of experience under his belt.
Gabriel could feel Azriel’s heart thumping against his chest. He was new to this emotion, to this amount of physical touch accompanied by intense love. It was exhilarating, but he also didn’t know how far he wanted to go. He wanted to give Azriel the reigns. Gabriel’s hold on Azriel’s arm loosened. He refocused that hand on touching Azriel's cheek, sliding it up to entangle with his curly hair. He broke the kiss to nip at Azriel’s bottom lip, soon initiating another kiss. Gabriel’s kisses got sloppier with time as he deepened them. His face was a bright red that went straight to the tips of his ears. He didn’t want it to end, either. He smiled against Azriel’s lips, moving to busy his hands by sliding them under Azriel’s shirt. Gabriel was cautious of Azriel’s wounds but also wanted to feel his skin. He tried to keep Azriel still, but it wasn’t happening. So, the blonde put up with the demons squirming as he kissed Azriel’s jaw and neck.
Gabriel’s hands left from under Azriel’s shirt, one to intertwine with his right hand and the other drifting down to his waist. A whine came from Gabriel as Azriel gripped and tugged on his hair. He pulled away, wincing. The wound felt irritated from the contact and it wasn’t pleasant. Gabriel looked down at Azriel with mild pain in his eye, but also unsure of what to do next. This was a new experience for Gabriel compared to Azriel.
Azriel felt the grip loosened on his arm that was being pinned but he kept it there anyways. He liked it. He liked the dominance, he liked Gabriel taking control. In an effort to silently let him know he enjoyed being pinned, at least a little bit. He pushed against his hold. Azriel liked a little pinning, maybe an arm or two. But he didn't like being completely immobilized. That freaked him out, not being able to move at all. But that didn't mean other things weren't on the table. He grinned as Gabriel kissed his lips again, his teeth knocking against his. He liked his kisses. No, he loved his kissed. He could think of nowhere else he would rather be. He could think of no one else that kissed like this. Even if they were a little sloppy and inexperienced. It was raw and emotional and wholly Gabriel. Azriel wanted nothing more.
There was a hand up his shirt, feeling his stomach and chest. The touch was light and gentle and despite his bruised ribs, he felt pleasure rather than pain. It was almost as if the touch itself was healing. He was enjoying this perhaps far too much. But then Gabriel was pulling away and Azriel realized his mistake. While he hadn't touched the wound directly, Azriel had been close enough to cause some pain on Gabriel's head. He gasped and quickly pulled his hand away. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he repeated over and over again. He hadn't meant to bring any pain to Gabriel. He had just been too caught up in the pleasure to remember. He peppered Gabriel with soft, gentle kisses to apologize for the hurt.
Gabriel didn’t think he was a dominant man. But this moment said otherwise. He closed his eyes, letting himself go. He didn’t let his mind dictate what he did, but rather just his natural instinct. His breathing heightened, trying to compensate for his movements. Gabriel didn’t pin Azriel any further, smiling as the demon pushed against him. He wasn’t brave enough to do anything further, but it surprised Gabriel that Azriel even liked his kisses. Gabriel let the emotions encompass him, take over. He closed his eyes, Azriel’s teeth knocking against his, freaking him out. It felt odd, almost unnatural. Nope, I don’t like that. He whined a little, stopping their teeth from knocking together. Gabriel was self-conscious about his kisses, but it was his raw emotion despite how inexperienced they were. They showed what Gabriel was feeling.
Gabriel loved the feel of Azriel’s skin. It was soft and warm. There were very few bumps or imperfections. And Gabriel loved that. He was enjoying himself, enjoying Azriel's reactions to his show of affection — that was until his hair was pulled on. He whimpered, pulling away from Azriel. Ow ow ow! Goddamn Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes. Pain spread throughout his head, making it hard to focus. He squeezed his head closed, curling up against Azriel. Gabriel winced, Azriel’s voice waning away. He leaned into Azriel, letting him pepper kisses upon his face. He liked those. They were soft and made him feel safe.
Azriel was trying to guide Gabriel. It wasn't hard to tell this had been his first time with a man before. Whether or not Gabriel had really been with anyone remained to be seen. His moments were cautious, as if he was afraid he was going to hurt Azriel or do something he didn't like. Azriel thought it was cute. He was going to help him. He was going to show him exactly what Azriel liked. It would be a long and slow process to get there but they had the month to figure out what the other liked. They could do it in that one month they had. Then Azriel would have to send him away. He didn't like thinking about that. So instead, he returned his attention back to the kiss. That was until Gabriel whimpered.
How could he be so stupid? How could he forget about his wound? he hadn't meant to. He had just been so caught up in the moment that it had completely slipped his mind. He wrapped his arms around Gabriel's back, inviting him into his hold. He murmured his apology over and over again as he stroked his back. He didn't mean to. It was an accident. He was riddled with guilt. A few tears pricked the corners of his eyes. He kept pressing soft kisses all over his face to show Gabriel how sorry he was. Azriel believed in actions more than words. Actions showed someone's true intent. "I'm so sorry," he murmured, "Lay down with me, let me take care of you."
Gabriel was doing his absolute best to continue on with his kisses. He wanted Azriel to be happy, love him. He’s just never made out with a man before. It wasn’t too different from his past relationships. He liked it better than the others — but he knew it was easy to tell this was his first. Gabriel really didn’t experience this as a teen, either. His relationships were awkward, never peaking to the point where he’d make out with any of his love interests. He was too reserved, too self-centered. Gabriel only hoped Azriel would help him. He would appreciate it. But how was Gabriel going to go home? He wouldn’t be able to leave, not after this. He finally found someone his heart blossom for, although he still couldn’t tell if it was him or the incubus. He was sure it was him, deep in the recesses of him, but this wasn’t like him. Was Gabriel so isolated to the point he easily got attached to the first person to show him affection? It was possible.
Gabriel nestled into Azriel, whimpering from the pain shooting in his skull. He fell into the demon’s hold, tears bunching at his eyes from the pain. It caught him off guard. He didn’t expect to feel such sharp pain during a session of passion. Gabriel leaned into Azriel’s touch, letting him soothe him. His touch was so gentle, and his words were meaningful. He was truly sorry, unlike others in his life. He squeezed his eyes shut, enjoying the kissed being peppered across his face. A let out a small giggled through his pain, but if just turned into a whine of need. Gabriel laid with Azriel, letting the demon take care of him like he wanted.
Azriel soothed his hand over his back a few more times, running his fingertips over the fabric of the shirt. He hadn't meant to hurt him. He didn't know how he could have forgotten something so important and as big as this had. Perhaps it was the growing tension between the two over the past couple of days. Gabriel's presence had been doing soemthung to him and it hadn't been sated until now. No one else was able to feed him like this, satisfy him like this. And all they had done was kiss. Until Azriel hurt him. Gently, he moved out from underneath Gabriel. "Lie back, I'll be right back." He was going to get something to help with the pain on Gabriel's head. Some medicine, some ointment, and a glass of water to help him hydrate. Azriel beans over to Koss his forehead softly, pulling the sheets over Gabriel's body but quickly leaving the room.
He grabbed the medicines and ointment and glass of water and hurried back to his bedroom. He climbed back up onto the bed and settled next to Gabriel in a sitting position. "I need you to sit up for me now," he murmured, reaching over to help him up. He placed a couple of pills between his fingers and held it up to Gabriel's lips for him to part. He had the glass of water in his other hand for him to wash it down with. "Good," he praised, helping Gabriel lay back down after he had taken the medicine. Then he grabbed the ointment and with gentle fingers, he applied ut to the wound. It might sting at first but it would quickly help soothe and nikb the pain for the time being.
Gabriel leaned into Azriel’s touch, closing his eyes at the gentle soothing. He arched his back, Azriel’s fingertips evoking a response from him. He settled into Azriel, letting the demon cradle him. The wound on his head still throbbed, but being in Azriel’s hold helped numb the pain. He started to learn things about himself, about his preferences. Maybe it was just Azriel filling isolation, his lonely heart. It could possibly be only Azriel he’s even fallen into such a deep love for. Gabriel couldn’t think of anyone else whom he fell head over heels for. It almost seemed rare. He whined as Azriel moved, reaching out for the warmth as it left his body. Even though he lost his warmth, he still followed Azriel’s instructions. Gabriel pulled himself up, laying back on one of the pillows. It supported his neck greatly, the feel of it wonderful compared to his own. A small blush took off his face when Azriel kissed him upon the head. Once the sheets were pulled over his form, he suddenly berated him.
Gabriel was ecstatic once Azriel returned. He yawned, looking up at the demon through half-lidded eyes. This was a tired human alright. He leaned against Azriel, groaning from the pain ebbing through his head. It was like an explosion of fireworks. He didn’t want to sit up, but he pulled himself up, resting back against the pillow. Gabriel opened his mouth, taking the pills from Azriel. A smiled with delight at the praise. He was getting sleepy now, his eyes closing on him. He clung to Azriel as the demon helped settle him down, but let go as he moved to grab the ointment. As Azriel applied the ointment, Gabriel hissed in pain. It was dull at first, spreading into a cascade of sharp pangs. He whimpered, closing his eyes. He clung to Azriel, falling asleep against him.
Azriel hated that he needed to part from Gabriel. The whine that was drawn from him made Azriel want to stay even more. But he needed to get up. He needed to get the medications and ointment to help Gabriel feel better. He was the reason the other was hurting in the first place. So he was going to do his best to soothe the hurt he had created. But he was back as quickly as he came. Gabriel looked so comfortable when Azriel returned, he didn't want to disturb him. But the medications needed to be taken and the ointment applied. So he had to move him around first, disturbing him. But as soon as Gabriel had taken medicine and had the ointment applied, he was laying back down on the bed and pulling him on top of him. Azriel wrapped his arms around his back, his hands slipping up Gabriel's shirt. He ran his fingers across the bare skin, gently caressing him. He hadn't expected Gabriel to fall asleep but he wasn't upset. In fact, he kissed his cheek and settled against him.
Azriel didn't sleep. It was still day. Not even afternoon yet. He had gotten enough sleep the night before, having been able to sleep in his bed. But he had Gabriel in his arms and he was content. He curled around Gabriel as if trying to protect him from the outside world. He thought about turning on the tv to watch something quietly but he was worried that he might accidentally wake the sleeping man in his arms. So the remote stayed on the bedside table.
Gabriel had been comfortable. He loved it. Azriel’s bed was comfy, almost like a cloud. It was better compared to the other. Or maybe it was better because of Azriel. He didn’t know. A whine had emitted from him once Azriel had left, but he went silent as he returned. Gabriel’s big brown eyes stared up at the demon, quite like a puppy in distress. He smiled, closing his eyes. At least Azriel was here. The demon he’d fallen in love with. However, just as he had gotten comfortable, he was disturbed. The demon was pulling him up, moving him around. He just wanted to relax. Gabriel whimpered as he was jostled around. The cool ointment soothed the harsh stinging on his head. However, he was glad to be laying down, his eyes drooping. He was exhausted, the morning’s activities wearing him down. Closing his eyes, he was pulled onto Azriel. The demon was warm and comfortable. Gabriel practically curled up on him. A small shiver went down his spine, Azriel's fingers making his tingly. They were against his bare back, making his feel content and pleased. So, he let the realm of sleep take him.
Gabriel twitched in his sleep, making a few noises. Otherwise, he was peaceful. His eyelashes were a stark blonde, making it look like snow fell upon his eyes. His hair flopped into his face, and his breathing was steady. Gabriel pressed his cheek against Azriel’s chest, letting pleasant dreams fill his mind. He curled in further as Azriel curled around him, making himself smaller. He loved the warm Azriel radiated, drinking in the heat. Gabriel couldn’t ask for anything better.
Azriel did not know what was filling his chest as Gabriel slept on his chest. It was something warm and filling and terrifying. He could not let anyone know of his feelings, lest it get back to Master. It never bodes well when such gossip got back to him. And it never went well for Azriel no matter what it was about. He was the King's personal toy. Master could do as he pleased Azriel and he could do nothing but take it. But it was alright, he had the love of the master he was always sorry. Always telling him how much he loved Azriel. No, he could not let anyone know of his affections for this human. In a month's time, he would have to leave. Any longer, and Azriel might risk giving himself up. But he could enjoy this time while he could. He would enjoy this time. So he closed his eyes and simply just was in the moment. He and Gabriel curled up on the bed in total peace.
Azriel did not fall asleep like his counterpart. There was too much going on in his head for him to find sleep. But that was alright. He was content like this. He wanted to soak up every moment he had with Gabriel. If he was asleep he could not do that. His fingers traced over his back, putting to memory every ridge he felt. He wanted to remember this for as long as he would able too. He knew in time, he would slowly forget these things about Gabriel. He needed to put to memory his exact feeling of him so that perhaps he could hold onto the image of Gabriel just a little bit longer. He didn't know how he was going to be with any of his other partners after Gabriel left. Feeding was going to be an issue. He didn't have a desire to be with anyone else other than Gabriel. But he would die if he did not feed. He would become sickly and weak and eventually pass. And the king would not allow that. He would not let Azriel simply wither away. The king had errands and Azriel needed to run them, so alive he would stay, forever miserable with Gabriel by his side. But it was the way it must be done.
Gabriel adjusted himself slightly, his dreams consisting of Azriel. Azriel was just as kind in his dreams, however, they picture them having a life together. They would never be able to have a life together, and a whimper came from his throat. He couldn’t keep these feelings for long. It could harm Azriel, and he didn’t wish for that. He wanted Azriel to be happy, but also alive. The cons of the relationship were clear, but Gabriel never headed warnings. He wanted to stay wrapped up in Azriel’s warm arms, nuzzling against the demon till the end of time. Even if they could live together, he would die, leaving the demon lonely once he passed. He hated being human. He wished to not age, to have his fantasy-like dream be reality. Gabriel didn’t want to give up and leave. A month was too short — too short to express his feelings. There would be no anniversaries, no giving gifts — nothing. But yet, he couldn’t find another human who made him feel the same. It was agony
Gabriel stirred, blinking his eyes open groggily. He looked to be in distress, his thoughts catching up to him. He laid his head back on Azriel’s chest, a small whine coming from him. He didn’t want it to end. Never. A blush came to his cheeks. Azriel’s feeling each ridge of his back sent waves of gratification throughout his body. This was why he didn’t want to leave. He would never feel Azriel’s soft fingers tracing his back again. His soft lips would never press against Azriel’s soft lips again. He shifted in discontent, his own thoughts making him unhappy. Gabriel clung to Azriel, letting him touch where ever he pleased. Azriel’s finger sent fireworks across his skin. He groaned, looking into Azriel's eyes. He pressed a kiss to the demon’s lips, enjoying it before he pulled away. Maybe he was going crazy? It could all be a coma-induced nightmare. It didn’t feel real. But deep down, he knew it was real. His heart fluttered every time his eyes landed on Azriel’s. These few weeks were going to be torturous. Not because they made him feel uncomfortable, but because of the thought of having to let go.
Azriel was laying with his eyes closed, still very much awake. His fingers were still running across Gabriel's bare back as they were still under his shirt. He would have liked it if Gabriel wasn't wearing a shirt at all but he wasn't going to pressure him at all. He wasn't sure how much time passed. He was too content to know or care. He knew lunch was coming the way his stomach was starting to gnaw at itself but he wasn't going to wake Gabriel until he woke up on his own. And it was just then that Gabriel started to stir. He wrapped his arms tight around him as Azriel heard the whine. His eyes fluttered open, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his head. "Hey, what's going on?" he asked quietly. He greedily accepted the kiss he was given, placing a hand on his cheek. "Don't think you can distract me with a kiss. What's going on? Is it your head?" He shifted to try to get a better look at the back of his head, trying to see if it was irritated or anything.
He settled back down on the bed pillows, looking up at Gabriel. He smiled softly up at him. His thumb was softly caressing his cheek. His other one was settled on his waist. He looked perfectly at ease and content. He even had a small little sappy smile on his face, even if he was a little concerned. Gabriel didn't look like he was in physical pain so it had to be something else. Azriel's stomach grumbled then and he knew he couldn't ignore his stomach any longer. "Come, let's make some lunch together. We'll have something small." He knew Gabriel wasn't going to eat anything heavy. But something small like a sandwich or some fruit would be good.
Gabriel stared into Azriel’s eyes, distress glittering in his eyes. Something was bothering him, but he just clung to Azriel. He leaned into the small kiss pressed to his temple, smiling. He never wanted this to end. But it would have to end eventually. He shook his head, pressing another kiss to Azriel’s lips. This time, it was longer. He wanted to feel Azriel’s lips upon him. They felt so vacant without them. Pulling away, Gabriel’s eyes saddened. “It’s not my head. It just…” He paused. “I really don’t want to leave, Azriel. I don’t want to go back home. You’re the first I’ve loved in years. No one else has caught my attention — no one.” He pursed his lips, reaching up to play with Azriel’s hair, he couldn’t help himself. He noticed how Azriel’s hand moved across his bare skin, his face growing redder. So now his shirt was an inconvenience. He didn’t mind taking it off. But that would have to wait for a later date. Gabriel could feel Azriel’s stomach growling underneath him.
Gabriel leaned into Azriel’s hand. He was happy to stay like this, but both of them needed lunch. So lunch it would be. He nodded his head. “Fine. We can make lunch.” Disappointment grounded his voice. He wanted to stay in bed with Azriel, kiss him, expose his bare chest. But they needed food to continue. Well, Gabriel needed food to continue. He removed himself from on top of Azriel, climbing off the bed. Azriel was right. He wasn’t going to eat anything heavy. He wanted to go back to making out with Azriel.
Azriel sighed softly, returning the kiss once more. He knew what Gabriel was doing, he was trying to distract him but it wasn't going to. He pulled back at his declaration. He blinked, surprised at the words. It had been the last thing he had been expecting. Azriel swallowed hard. He couldn't return the words. He didn't think he would ever be able to. And it wouldn't matter because Gabriel would have to go home in a month's time. He pulled him down for a passionate kiss. This was the best he could do to convey his feelings. Breaking away, he spoke, "I know you don't but you can't have a life here. You'll always be in danger. I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you." He did. If something bad happened to Gabriel it meant that Azriel was dead or well on his way to it. "Trust me, baby, as much as I want you to stay, you can't." Gabriel needed to go back home to his own world where he belonged. He didn't belong here. This wasn't a place for him. He couldn't flourish. He couldn't live. Azriel knew that first hand. He was barely living himself int his place.
Azriel smiled at him. He sat up, bringing Gabriel up with him. He leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his lips before climbing out of bed. "Come on, we need to eat. After that, we can do whatever you want." Within reason of course. They couldn't leave the house and they couldn't do anything destructive or anything that would draw attention to them. He didn't need any unwarranted visitors. He held out his hand for Gabriel to take as he guided him to the kitchen. he only let go of his hand to start grabbing things. "What kind of a sandwich would you like?"
Gabriel rocked himself back and forth, peppering Azriel kisses. He didn’t want to be denied living his life with the demon. He didn’t want to hear the rejection. Sure, he didn’t belong here, but he could make it work. He always made it work. Gabriel played with the collar of Azriel’s shirt, tugging on it. Maybe he could silence the demon, keeping his lips on Gabriel so no harmful words of denial left his mouth. He didn’t think he could return in a month's time. His heart would break in two, leaving him depressed and - Azriel’s passionate kiss broke his train of thought. He closed his eyes, melting to Azriel. Gabriel wanted this more than anything - to live his life like this. He felt empty when Azriel pulled away. “I don’t want to hear that, Azriel.” He sighed. He knew Azriel would say that. It was easily predictable. “I don’t care if I would always be in danger. I want to be with you.” He pressed a kiss to Azriel’s temple, trying to distract the man. Gabriel couldn’t be told no. He was stubborn like that. If he was to be sent home, he’d drag Azriel with him. It might get both of them killed, but he didn’t care. As long as he was in Azriel’s arms, he was content.
Gabriel whined, reaching up to kiss Azriel again. Ugh, this was tormenting. He couldn’t be with Azriel no matter what he did. “I don’t want to eat.” He scoffed, scrunching up his face. He wanted to spend his day laying in bed with Azriel. His heart fluttered, an intense heat rising to his face. Gabriel sighed. Why did it have to be this way? Why couldn't they just be together? He didn’t understand. Gabriel walked into the kitchen with Azriel. “I - uh - any sandwich is fine. I’m indifferent.”
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