[Seasonal Event] Escape From/To You

Samuel Though I know I should know better Well, I can make this work Is it just part of the process? Well, Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, it hurts Sam was mostly unawares of the angelic transformation occurring behind him, only feeling the sharpness of claws and tickle of feathers on his skin. It was a mix of sensations that pulled this away from just being an encounter between two men; the beast behind him felt more Remi than he ever had, somehow. He arched his back and surrendered himself entirely to the merging of man and animal holding him. The blood filling his mouth was sweet as ever, delicious and oh-- the benefits of drinking kicked in with a sudden fresh surge of hot pleasure running from his throat to his belly. He had spent so long denying this part of himself but it was hard to ignore how good it tasted in the moment, how if he wasn't stopped he could drink and drink and drink. But Remi pulled his wrist away (bringing a desperate whine from Sam) and then pushed him down onto his knees and elbows. He went willingly, putty in Remi's hands. The floor of the temple was all he could see, a stark contrast to the intense range of sensations coming from behind him. His fingers tensed on the stone floor as Remi hit his prostate over and over. Sam knew he was speaking but barely paid attention to his own words or volume any more, the sounds echoing throughout the temple. The only clear sound was a constant and needy call of Remi, spoken like a prayer. He could feel tension rushing up on him, a climax coming, but Remi had said to wait... Then he was given blissful permission. As if on cue his world spun upside down as his vision filled with white stars and the temple disappeared. His body leaned up into Remi and he came onto the holy stones of the floor, his eyes squeezing shut as he lost himself in the sensation of Remi. Desperately he reached back to push Remi's hips into him still, until the other man came as well or just to not lose the feeling of being filled, not yet.