This was the only time Arathiel could do what he wanted around the Lord Supreme without getting punished, and he liked making good use of it. He reached up, his fingers trembling but determined as he dared to embrace the Lord Supreme, pulling him closer until there was no air left between them. He moaned directly into the man's mouth, a raw, needy sound that vibrated between their lips as the kiss intensified into something frantic and hungry.
Arathiel felt as though he were dissolving, his mind spinning into a haze of heat and desperate wanting. He kept moaning, the sounds slipping out involuntarily as he began to hump upward, seeking any kind of friction for his hardened length trapped within the thin fabric of his briefs. Every rub against the Lord's thigh sent a jolt of electricity through his spine, making his toes curl against the silk sheets.
