Rooftop

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Ethan froze.

And stopped breathing.

His eyes must be playing tricks on him. That thing on the ledge wasn't possibly real. It was an illusion, a trick of his slowly freezing brain. It had to be.

Even as his mind rebelled against the shadowy presence, his eyes raked over the figure, taking in as much as he could, trying to make sense of it.

The thing, he couldn't tell if it was male or female or both or neither, stood on the ledge as if it didn't feel the buffeting wind at all. From what Ethan could see in the bright moonlight, he deduced that the thing was huge, towering over him from the edge at easily seven feet, at least. It was facing him, slightly crouched down on the ledge and slowly raising up to stand at full height.

Working his gaze up the creature, Ethan saw large feet gripping the edge of the roof, almost like fingers. They were similar to human feet but easily twice as large and with only three broad toes that ended in wickedly sharp-looking black talons. The skin covering the creature was black, or at least, a very dark color. Too dark for Ethan to make out in the night. Strong legs bent slightly at the knees as the thing watched him and thick corded muscles seemed to ripple in those thighs as it shifted, studying him. Around its narrow hips was a simple swath of cloth, like some kind of loincloth or kilt. It was ragged and torn, like some leftover tablecloth.

His eyes traveled up the slim waist of well-defined muscles and a perfect set of abs. Next was the powerful chest, and Ethan could now tell the thing was most definitely male. Its arms were bent at the elbows with large hands planted on narrow hips, bracing himself proudly. Thick biceps stood out in stark contrast against the faintly illuminated night sky.

'Holy shit!'

Behind the creature, though it was impossible to believe it even as he saw it, were the most incredible pair of wings.

'An Angel!'

Ethan almost fainted and a soft wordless cry left his lips, fascinated. The thing had wings. How did it have wings? He must be hallucinating. Behind the creature, those wings were large and outstretched, silhouetted against the skyline and looking immense. For a moment, the creature let them stick out in the air, then, after a moment's pause, ruffled them slightly and withdrew them as they were folded quite close to its back.

Ethan had the odd feeling that it had been showing off. But that wasn't possible. Right? An angel wouldn't show off. Angels didn't feel pride. Right?

Maybe it was a demon instead.

Ethan had the sudden horrified thought that the creature could break his body in two without even trying, and he shivered in fear at the violent image that thought produced. At his movement, the thing on the ledge arched and keened loudly in its throat. The noise, though strange, was almost soothing. It made Ethan still, and he had the feeling that the sound was supposed to calm him, but instead, the opposite happened and he shivered again, even more afraid.

Venturing another rushed glance upwards, Ethan's eyes were instantly drawn to the thing's face and he felt another shock jolt through him.

'Thing' was no longer an acceptable title.

There was a piercing intelligence in those eyes. They were silvery and bright, reflecting the bright moon and looking him straight in the eye. The regal face they resided in was almost too human for Ethan's comfort. A straight noble nose, high cheekbones, and a thick sensual mouth. Was that...a smile? Dark thick hair shined in the moonlight, and Ethan could see it was very long, tied back but tailing down to its waist.

Under such intense scrutiny, Ethan felt exposed, abruptly and painfully aware he was still hanging out of his pants, exposing his spent length to the creature's stunning eyes. But he was too afraid to fix his clothing, and the minutes passed by slowly. Neither male shifted from their places, and Ethan began to sweat again. It was nerve-waracking to be watched so sharply. They stared in deadlock, not looking away and showing no sign of giving in.

But Ethan was not as strong as he hoped, and it become too unbearable; he had to do something. Embarrassment was swiftly overtaking fear and he slowly reached down to his zipper, hand shaking and his fingers still numb.

Without even seeing the movement or having a chance to move away from it, the being was suddenly kneeling before him, suddenly straddling his ankles and snatching Ethan's wrist in one powerful hand, stilling his movement.

A small scream fell from behind his clenched teeth, though he fought to silence it. Don't show fear, he remembered. When faced with a wild animal, don't let it sense your fear. But fear, as Ethan realized dejectedly, was rolling off him in thick tangible waves.

A blast of intense heat washed over him then, seemingly from nowhere, and Ethan shivered as the frozen nerves in his body instantly thawed. Ethan felt like he was sitting in front of a furnace, the heat was so overwhelming. As his muscles all tightened in painful spasms, he twitched.

The creature began to keen again, softer this time, almost humming, and Ethan felt a different wave wash over him. That low purring voice was making him feel slightly...dizzy, strumming at his senses like a drug, intoxicating him and taking the pain away. Instead, it was coursing through his limbs with the relief of strong welcome drugs.

His hand went limp in the being's grip and he lazily shifted his gaze to the fingers curled around his wrist. Now that his heart wasn't about to explode out of his chest, he wanted to know more about his accidental companion.

Upon closer inspection, the being's hand was almost identical to his own, only larger and the fingers ended in black claws like the feet. Thank goodness though, that these claws were much shorter. Another shocking discovery was that the creature's skin actually was black and covered in extremely short black hair. The only thing Ethan could equate it to was the skin of a peach, in both texture and softness. He would have sworn that it would be either normal skin, or maybe feathers all over. Like a bird or something, considering the wings.

Without quite thinking, he reached up with his free hand and stroked the creature's forearm. It felt like velvet. Soft heated velvet. Ethan had the sudden ridiculous urge to strip naked and rub his body all along the creature above him like a cat in heat, and he blushed.

There was no sign of being mauled, and Ethan didn't even feel like he was in danger anymore, so he let himself fully relax as he pet that warm skin and peculiar body hair. This was sorta nice.

Without warning, the figure abruptly bent down and lapped at the drying semen on Ethan's stomach with a hot tongue, then looked back up at him and licked its lips, seeming to enjoy the flavor.

“Eyah! I'm not a lollipop, you fuzzy freak!” He screeched out before he could stop himself, and he slapped his free hand over his mouth, shocked at his words. Before his family's death, he'd always had a smart mouth, getting him into trouble when he couldn't hold his tongue.

It was a shock to find that that part of him not completely dead.

Though instead of slashing open Ethan's stomach with those claws, as he expected, the creature merely seemed amused by Ethan's fierce tone.

It smiled.

Ethan could see the faint tips of fangs protruding slightly below that full top lip as well as two smaller tips pointing up from the jaw.

Since Ethan made no further protests, the creature descended once again to his groin and proceeded to clean his hips with a hot slick tongue, leaving a tingling trail in its wake.

"Ah! D-Don't!"

Ignoring him, a clawed hand pushed up Ethan's shirt as that tongue slowly licked at the sensitive skin of his belly, causing his stomach muscles to flutter. Ethan's confusion and fear increased tenfold, but he also felt a rather inconvenient spike of arousal as hot breath hit his cock. It twitched between his legs happily, perking to attention.

His breathing was beginning to speed up.

Squirming, he tried to pull his hand away from his captor, but the grip on his wrist tightened considerably, causing him to instinctively cry out in pain. The grip loosened immediately.

Ethan's head was reeling from the whirlwind of the last past hour and he felt his mind shutting down in light of this new strange development.

It was just too much. Too too much.

First the depression and the suicidal thoughts, then the rough orgasm and immediate shame following, now a strange creature of the night was straddling him and licking his cum up like it was a melted caramel apple.

To top it all off, he was actually feeling slightly aroused by the strange male giving him a tongue-bath.

He knew he was desperate, but he hadn't known he was this desperate.

Ethan felt his sanity slip just a little more and he fell back with a laugh. It sounded dark even to his ears so he quickly stifled it, lest he start laughing and lose the ability to stop.

The being looked up in question and Ethan tensed. He wasn't going to fight his way out of this though, he decided. Let the creature do what it wants. Maybe it would eat him, or just kill him. Either one was fine with him.

But there were other ideas apparently. Even as Ethan lay back, the creature shifted up over his body and moved down close to his face, examining him. Whatever it saw, it seemed to like because suddenly, achingly soft lips were pressed to his own.

Only a chaste kiss, barely more than a soft press of skin on skin, but even as Ethan blinked up at the male in shock, he felt something inside of him break and hot tears began to well up in his eyes.

It had been his first kiss after all.

The first anybody to touch him so gently in such a long time.

His tears came easily, and he felt the sob welling up in his throat break past his lips. It hurt. He didn't even know what it was, but god did it hurt.

His hand had been released at some point, and the being was stroking his face soothingly. This only made Ethan cry harder. Since the loss of his family, he really hadn't been touched unless by violence. Now he was being comforted like he was loved.

It was horrible, because it couldn't be true.

As he wept, the being just caressed him and cooed at him, making soft reassuring sounds. Without thinking, Ethan threw his arms around the other's neck, riding out his misery. The thing to be feared had shifted abruptly to confidant.

To friend.

Eventually, once he was able to catch his breath, the tears stopped falling and he felt himself calming down. His arms fell away from the being's neck and he turned away in embarrassment. How could he cling to this strange creature so helplessly?

With one clawed hand, it reached down and cupped Ethan's chin, a claw lightly tracing his jaw, surprising Ethan with another gentle touch. His face was turned back up and at the sight of those silvery orbs peering down at him, he was lost. At such close range, Ethan could see the round pupils, further aiding to the human appearance of the strange male. Those eyes were full of concern and affection and warmth. Full of kindness.

But, he still froze as the being bent down again and stopped mere inches from his face. Without even meaning to, he found himself tilting up his chin. For what, he did not know. The creature's eyes widened at this and Ethan saw another smile curve those full lips.

For some reason, this greatly calmed Ethan. That smile was infectious. It made his own lips quirk slightly, and he didn't even move away as the creature bent down and kissed him on the cheek. An urgent aching desire to have a real kiss surged through him, but he remained still. The being continued to caress his cheek and then opened those lips and sucked at the leftover moisture of his tears, cleaning first one cheek then moving to the other to repeat the action.

Once Ethan's face was free of tears, the figure sat back, still straddling him, and looked down at him with low-lidded eyes.

A shock went through Ethan as he felt the heavy bulge of an erection pressing into his legs. The being was aroused. It wanted to...to...have sex with him. Would it be rough? But...this docile male couldn't possibly want to hurt him if it was being so gentle now.

There was a slow curling heat in the pit of his belly and he felt an answering hardness in between his own thighs at the realization, somewhat trapped beneath the flaps of his jeans from his shifting, but not really hidden. He squirmed beneath his captor, groaning a little in need and shyness.

“What are you gonna do to me?” He whispered, half in anticipation.

The being above him shifted and crouched on the balls of its feet, then slid strong arms underneath Ethan, making him yelp in surprise. They lifted him off the ground a few inches. With a loud rush of air, those wings stretched out and opened to their full width. Ethan couldn't see the sky for a second because they were so incredible, then they were moving again, curling in and then under Ethan. He was laid back down upon them.

It was oddly comfortable. Like a living feather bed, and so very warm. The last traces of lingering cold were effectively chased away and he melted. He glanced back up at the angel/demon and shifted a little.

“Doesn't this...hurt your wings?” He asked quietly, not really expecting an answer and not really getting one. At least, not in words.

The creature simply leaned back slightly and lifted Ethan with its wings, swinging him a little like a baby in a cradle before slowly setting him back down.

“Well, that answers that, I guess...” He took advantage of the close range to once more study the figure as discreetly as he could. But it was hard as he was being watched just as closely in return. It was odd to be so focused on. The creature seemed to be smirking at him.

Ethan reached up tentatively, pausing once, and ran his hand along the male's stomach, just to feel that velvety lining of short hair over those impressive muscles. In response to his touch, the figure started to purr again, making that soft throaty rumble, and Ethan once again felt a heavy euphoria wash over him at the sound. His caress turned oddly sensual, dipping low to the waistband of the loincloth as his breathing mellowed out.

“Are you...Are you going to...” He couldn't voice his question, but if the pulsing bulge pressing into his stomach and the gentle touches were any indication, he was fairly sure that the creature really did intend to take him. It was a little embarrassing to think it, but also...a little intriguing. He found himself not totally against the idea of letting the being...have him.

He hadn't felt so...alive in forever.

Trying his best imitation of a seductive murmur, he cleared his throat. But, having never had a lover before, it didn't exactly work. “Well, w-what are you waiting f-for?” His voice came out small and shaky. He swallowed nervously as his bravado slipped away, and the creature watched his throat with hungry eyes.

He turned away again, laying limp beneath the angel/demon. “Well?” He closed his eyes and spread his legs a little in invitation. Well, as much as he could since they were still trapped between the creature's own legs. “Please...” He whispered. “Make me forget...please...”

The creature was silent, watching almost sadly. But it bent over and kissed Ethan again, starting light like the first one, then lowering down onto Ethan as best his large size would allow, and fitting their hips together. Ethan shuddered at the contact, as that searing skin touched all along his body, and he bucked up with a muffled shout. The pressure was thankfully light as the figure was most definitely holding off most of its body weight on strong legs and arms.

Deepening the kiss, the creature pulled Ethan's lower lip in between its own and suckled on the sensitive flesh. Ethan's lips parted unthinkingly at the new wondrous sensation and gasped as a hot tongue instantly slid into his mouth and stroked along his own. The feel of that slippery muscle in his mouth was doing strange things to his inhibitions and his arms wrapped around the creature's neck again, his fingers burying themselves in thick black hair. Instinctively, he pulled at the strap that he found tying it back, releasing the creature's hair and causing it fall in a curtain around their faces. It felt like silk running through his fingers and he gripped it almost forcefully as one clawed hand traced down his chest.

His shirt was tugged at insistently and Ethan complied, lifting his arms as it was removed, only breaking the kiss for a second before attacking the full lips of the other again. There was a strange sound being made in its throat and Ethan could feel the vibrations thrumming against his skin and into his mouth, making his skin thrum along.

He didn't even register that his pants were being shucked off until his knees were pushed apart and warmth settled between them onto his naked hips.

“Ah!” He gasped loudly, tearing his lips away and grinding up wantonly into that heat and hardness. His breath was coming quicker now, but the creature didn't seem to be affected at all by their activities.

That made him slightly offended, and he refused to be the only one, so with bold newfound initiative, he groped his way down the creature's stomach and cupped the bulge in that loincloth.

A fierce growl ripped itself from the creature's throat and Ethan's eyes widened. He had managed to cause surprise, apparently. A grin graced his lips and he felt slightly smug, smiling up at the stunned silver eyes.

“I might as well have some fun before I take my jump. Uh...” He hadn't meant to say that. He wasn't even really thinking about killing himself for once. It had just come out. Habit, really.

The creature only glared down at him.

Ethan shrunk back against the roof at the fury in those eyes. “W-What's wrong? I wasn't serious...I swear. It just...popped out.”

Instead of answering, the creature bent back down to kiss him again, effectively stopping Ethan's already slowed thought process.

Abruptly, the figure broke away from his lips and began nip and suck at his chin then down to his neck. For a second, as those sharp fangs grazed at his throat, he had the fleeting thought that maybe they would bite him, like some sort of marking ritual, and he braced himself for the piercing pain.

But, nothing happened. A tongue merely laved at the sensitive skin of his throat and sucked on his pulse point so strongly that Ethan felt sparks fly down to his already aching length.

The need to reach down and fondle himself was almost overwhelming, but his arms were suddenly being restrained and he could only grind his hips into that silken body above. It was wonderful. That hot skin felt equally good on all parts of his body.

Kinda like being molested by a vibrating electric blanket.

Ethan tilted his head back to present a better target, but the scorching lips were already nipping downward as two hands rested on Ethan's waist, that tongue gliding over his chest, coming to rest at one pink nipple. Suction began immediately, and Ethan arched his back helplessly at the new sensation.

“Oh, Oh god...”

First one raised nub was teased and tortured, then the other with sharp bites and wet kisses until Ethan was shuddering from near-pain into the hot mouth. Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, the lips were drifting down again, nuzzling his ribs and belly softly.

Ethan twitched and clenched his muscles at the tickling touches. He would not ruin the mood by laughing. All thoughts of laughter fled his mind however, when the creature suddenly engulfed his erection into that molten mouth. Ethan jerked up and his hands flew back to the silken black hair.

“Oh FUCK! Ah! Ah! Oh!” He squirmed almost painfully as that mouth began to suck on him, and hard too. A scorching tongue wiggled along the underside of his cock and he was instantly lost.

“Fuckfuckfuck! Ah Shit!” His first ever assisted orgasm, he felt himself spurt into that talented mouth. And the creature drank it all, sucking lightly to make sure every last drop was caught.

Panting raggedly, Ethan collapsed back onto the feathers. Had he been more conscious, he would have been deeply embarrassed by his cursing. But he was so lost, he didn't even register the hands on his hips, turning him over onto his stomach.

When he felt that tongue on his back though, he shot back to awareness and tried to roll over. Strong hands stilled him completely and he was forced to lay still, legs slightly parted, as kisses were trailed down his spine. A hot breath ghosted over his ass cheeks and he blushed, squirming uncomfortably.

This was all so new to him, and as of yet, he wasn't comfortable with anyone being down there. “Ummm...Could you not be...there? It's kinda embar-OW!”

Those sharp teeth had buried themselves in the soft flesh of his backside and he yelped again, trying in vain to get away as tears burned his eyes. He felt a searing pain shoot up his back and he whimpered as he almost passed out.

Then the teeth were gone and that magical tongue was swiping over the wound, and Ethan relaxed as the pain receded to nothing more than a slight stinging. He glanced over his shoulder angrily and glared into innocent silver orbs. “What the hell was that for, huh?”

His answer was having his knees pushed under him so his ass was bared enticingly. “Hey I'm talking to you! I know you can understand me so don't-FUCK!” Ethan convulsed as that sinewy tongue snuck between his cheeks and slid inside him in one fluid motion.

“Oh god, oh god, oh my god!” He moaned harshly as the slick intruder swiveled against his inner walls like a snake, never stopping its deep movement. His softening penis sprang back to life at the new feeling. It was just so...so..good!

Ethan wasn't an idiot. He knew the basics of sex, he knew what oral sex was, and hell, he even understood that right now he was being rimmed. But imagining what a rim job felt like and what it actually felt like were on two different planes entirely and he felt his body singing as guttural moans fell from his lips. He pushed back onto that tongue as hard as he could.

Then he almost passed out as it curled against his prostate with an forceful flick. His vision cleared a few seconds later and he felt another strong push at that spot inside.

“FUCK! AHHH!” He came for the second time, harshly jetting thick white laces of cum onto the black wings beneath him. Before he even finished ejaculating, he actually did pass out.

Out for only mere seconds, Ethan awoke, face-down, as the tongue retracted from his twitching anus. Extremely relaxed but also a little sheepish, he looked down at the mess he had made. Those pretty black feathers were covered in his own semen.

“Sorry bout that...” He hoped that it could understand what he meant, because he had forgotten how to speak coherently. His whole body was trembling, throbbing with the after-effects of the best orgasm he'd ever had.

There was a soft noise behind him and his hips were gripped and lifted. He knew what was next, although he wasn't sure if he could handle anymore. Everything felt so good, it almost ached.

But he was surprised when he was flipped onto his back again and he blinked up at the amused silver eyes. Taken from the front? Somehow that seemed so...intimate. They'd be face-to-face the whole time. He blushed as he realized that at some point, the loincloth had come off. He felt his curiosity prickling as his soon-to-be-lover knelt between his open thighs.

Despite his wondering, he could not bring himself to look, so he shut his eyes instead as he felt something hard press against his opening, making him tense in dreadful anticipation.

But...nothing happened. He waited for long moments, but the pressure remained constant. So long were they in that position, that he began to crave movement. Any movement. He wiggled, relaxing, hoping to draw it in, but the creature wouldn't budge. Not one satisfying inch.

Frustrated, his eyes popped open and he was about to say something, but apparently the reason for the wait had been for eye contact, because as soon as silver met blue, hard flesh was pushed past the first tight ring of muscles in Ethan's backside.

“Ugnh! Oh god!”

Ethan had been too relaxed by his earlier orgasms and the confusion of delayed entry that he hadn't even tensed. The creature had gained a couple of inches at least, before his body clamped down, stopping the intrusion.

Ethan lay back, eyes wide and unblinking as he stared at the creature. He had been breached. He wasn't a virgin anymore. Dear god, what a realization for someone who'd been alone for years. That fact alone made this seem all the more real and he made a needy sound in his throat, reaching up.

Halfway up, he was met by a pair of lips and he arched into the kiss, allowing his lover to slid in another few inches. Ethan gasped and squirmed at the invasion. It felt so odd, though not uncomfortable at all. There were a few things he realized at once. He knew that he had an unnaturally large cock in his ass, and he knew that it should have hurt a lot more, but for some reason...there was only minor oddness. It was also sliding in quite easily. Ethan knew that regular saliva wouldn't do that much on its own.

He broke the kiss and stared up at the grinning face accusingly. “What did you do to me when you were down there?” All he got was another kiss and a sudden quick thrust that seated the length fully into him.

“Oh god!”

Ethan was impossibly full. The stiff flesh pulsed inside of him and he felt his muscles clenching around the creature's incredible girth. There was a slow throb in his cock, which was impossibly hard again and he knew he was already amazingly close to the edge of another intense release.

He fought to calm himself down with shuddering breaths.

Fen.

Ethan blinked. “Huh?” He stole a suspicious glance at his partner. “Did you just say something?”

Fen.

The creature's mouth hadn't moved, but it was pointing at itself. The voice had echoed in his head, bouncing around like his other voices but...it hadn't been his own, he knew that. Had the creature spoken in his head? But no that couldn't be-

Fen!

The creature punctuated the demand by withdrawing completely, than slamming back in. His brain stopped thinking at that point, instinct delightedly taking over.

“Oh god, Fen!”

He was rewarded by a sharp hip twist that brought Fen's cock directly into contact with a deep sensitive place that made him scream. “Yes! Right there! Oh god!”

Fen pulled out all the way again, then pushed back in roughly. Then he did it again. And Again.

And again.

Ethan felt on fire and couldn't do more than grasp at Fen's shoulders, digging his nails into the soft skin as he brokenly moaned with each forceful snap of those strong hips. He was helpless, completely at the mercy of the creature ravishing him so well. His eyes fell shut on their own as jolt of heat gathered in his balls, threatening to spill over into the rest of his body. It was all too good.

The creature named Fen, for his part, was apparently nearing the edge too, because he gripped Ethan's hips rather roughly, tilting them up and thrusting so hard, Ethan yelped with each impact.

The new angle was even deeper than before and Ethan cried out as it was finally too much and he came once again, white arcs erupting from his cock onto his stomach and chest. As he tensed from his orgasm, he felt Fen throb inside of him, then give one more erratic thrust as he released too. There was a hot flush inside as Fen splashed against his inner walls, making him twitch one last time.

Then the winged-man collapsed onto Ethan, just barely keeping from crushing him and panting heavily. After a moment, the weight lifted up and Ethan was given a sated smile.

He glared up angrily into the silver eyes and crossed his arms across his chest, not acknowledging the sticky aftermath, and fully frowned.

“So. Just when the fuck were you gonna let me in on your little secret? You could talk the whole goddamn time?!”

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