Chapter 8
Gabriels lips met Armands with great passion, claiming the cardinals mouth as his tongue slid inside and started its fiery exploration. The younger man ground his body into Richelieu, moaning softly when their erections made contact.. The older man held onto the other, pulling him closer, loving the sensations this blue eyed angel was causing. It felt different from anything he'd ever experienced before, maybe because this man wasn't one he'd merely picked up to satisfy his hunger, because Gabriel was so much more than a toy for the lonely nights.
Lonely nights... he wouldn't be experiencing those again. Not now he was in love with Gabriel and Gabriel loved him in return. The only problem would be keeping it a secret, but Armand thought he'd already found a solution to that problem. Satisfied with himself and his quick thinking, he allowed his thoughts to drift off, giving in fully to Gabriels gentle caresses as the blonde man was covering his chest with scattered, featherlight kisses. The tenderness in itself was enough to arouse Armand even further, his manhood pressing into Gabriels flat abdomen. Very few men were this tender... and this one was all his.
A soft moan escaped Richelieu's lips as Gabriels mouth followed the trail of hair leading to Armands erect manhood, covering the entire length of the shaft with tiny kisses, teasing and arousing the older man even more. After a while the kisses turned into licks that had the cardinal squirming with pleasure. As the younger man's mouth tended to Armands erection, his hands were gently massaging his balls, causing even more pleasure to flow through the other man.
The sensations caused by Gabriels slithering, skillful tongue was far greater than any other man had ever been able to give Richelieu. This experience felt Heavenly, divine, like praying, only in another way... how could this be sin? It wasn't. It was a feeling more intense than anything else on earth. Armand suspected this was because the younger man's motives were love rather than lust. But, whatever it was, it felt good...
Apparently Gabriel thought he'd teased the other man enough, slowly taking all of Armand in, enveloping it in the wonderful moist warmth of his mouth and throat, making the older man gasp. The cardinal gently grabbed hold of Gabriels beautiful blonde mane, arching up in pure pleasure as the younger man started moving his head up and down, applying just the right pressure and using his tongue in ways that felt so good Armand thought they borderlined torture. And with this kind of torture, Armand would gladly let his guards throw him in the Bastille.
"Oh Gabriel..." Armand moaned, drowning in pools of liquid pleasure beyond his wildest dreams. And his dreams were pretty wild to begin with. But the younger man was able to outbest them all, making armand positively cry out in extacy as he softly started humming around his erection, creating maddening vibrations. Richelieu was well-known for his great self control, but at the mercy of Gabriels talented hands and mouth, it was fading fast. He grabbed tight hold of the duvet, unable to keep himself from thrusting up his hips, trying to get deeper into that delicious mouth.
Armand let out a small moan of surprise as Gabriels hand slid past his balls, stroking and massaging his sensitive buttocks, then momentarily drawing back, only to return somewhat moist. One of Gabriels fingers slid even further, gently massaging the cardinals entrance. And before Armands pleasure-clouded brain was able to realise it, it had entered him and hit the sweet spot hidden deep within. He bucked his hips up and was just able to register the most intense orgasm of his life before everything turned black.
