His face reminded Tohma of the finest porcelain. The younger man's complexion was pale but still healthy, and those eyes . . . those violet eyes. They stood out in contrast to those pale features.
Perhaps it was Shuichi's eyes that he found to be the most enchanting. Not only were they an unusual colour but they were quite expressive, too. Gazing into those depths, Tohma knew his angel absolutely hated the connection between them. He could make Shuichi do whatever he wanted. Tohma's voice held power over the heavenly creature, and they both understood as much.
Shuichi also loved their connection as the same time he despised it. Their bond ensured exclusivity. Tohma belonged as much to Shuichi as the angel belonged to the devil. He just didn't possess the control Tohma did.
One hand reached over and lightly caressed a pale cheek, causing the angel to stir a little. A light smile touched Tohma's features. He still couldn't believe this heavenly creature had somehow become bonded to him. Sure, there were other angels out there, some more gorgeous than the one sleeping in his bed, but none of them had truly appealed to Tohma as Shuichi had. And angels were often bonded with other angels. Never were they connected with devils or demons. To both sides it was simply taboo, but it hadn't stopped the blonde from lusting after the dark-haired youth.
His hand trailed down the smooth flesh towards Shuichi's back, taking note of the faintest imperfections, and Tohma only stopped when his fingers came across the point when he came to one feathered wing base. A part of him couldn't help but wonder if Shuichi's wings were as sensitive as other angels. He had witnessed several angels one time, simply petting each other and bringing about climax after climax from those seemingly innocent gestures.
Tohma paused for a moment, his smile growing. Shuichi was his now. He could touch wherever he wanted.
Tentatively, his hand left the warm and inviting flesh to touch the soft appendage, noting the unique texture of the feathers. They were soft and rough at the same time, not at all like his wings. Tohma's were more like leather that had been beaten into their current form, and they certainly did not have the span that Shuichi's possessed. He could fly using his wings, but preferred not to given his status. He had servants and chariots for traveling, and it suited Tohma fine to use them.
As his hand roamed over the wing, Shuichi shivered and let out a small moan. Tohma's smile increased.
So his angel liked the feeling. Well, Tohma could certainly oblige him in continuing. Shuichi's pleasure was his pleasure, though Tohma couldn't help but wonder if things could be taken to another level.
Gently and not stopping in his ministrations, Tohma rolled Shuichi onto his back then positioned himself on top of the angel. Then he leaned in for a kiss . . .