He slowly ran his hands down its bare back, smoothing out tense muscles and tracing the spine as he carefully counted vertebrae. Leaned forward and lay between shoulder blades, careful not to rustle or frighten. He couldn't get enough.
A quiet whimper cut through the air, and the beauty in front of him tensed, contrite, unintentioned.
Exquisite, gorgeous, his, forever.
He drew his hand up, moving white folds of cloth to the side, showing more porcelain skin and left it at a hip, just revealing an arched lower back. Teasing himself, his patience, as his treasure swallowed its alarm.
He couldn't get enough.
Chains clinked softly above his head and his chin jerked up, glaring. Britannia Angel froze, no longer even breathing.
France slowly lifted a hand, brushing his neck, slowly tracing up to press his fingers gently under the sculpted jaw. He could feel the angel's fluttering heartbeat in his pulse and chuckled, rising to brush wheat hair from an ear and whisper huskily.
"You don't think I'm going to hurt you?"
Adam's apple bobbed and he thumbed it gently, tempted to just press and press until desperate gasps wracked the slim body below as it choked and clawed at its restraints, cursing his very name with that wretched, hissing tongue-
But, no. He was much too pretty.
He wrapped his whole hand around Britannia Angel's neck, marvelling at the close fit, rubbing gently at the nape and indulging in the helpless shivers running through his acquisition. Caressing the smooth ribcage and pressing his fingers in every dip, he exhaled nervously and turned his attention lower, but didn't dare touch wings. They were too...
Too precious. Too beautiful for him, too perfect, too fantastical, beating desperately against the cage formed with his arms and soul.
And yet, they belonged to him now.