Fallen Angel

Part 16

Sean couldn't meet his eyes, flicking his eyes over toward the fireplace. Sean's voice was barely a whisper, when told him timidly. "Um... Start anyway you want to". Mark's hands slid slowly down the backs of Sean's shoulders, being careful to avoid touching his wings. Letting his fingers move down his flawless smooth skin. Mark couldn't believe how tanned his hands looked compared to Sean's pale white skin. Sean's eyes closed and he exhaled quietly as Mark stopped his hands inches from the base of Sean's wings. Mark's fingers shook a little as his tilted his hand to graze his knuckles lightly up along the top of his glittering white feathered wing. He forced his hand to move slow and to keep his touch light. He didn't want to ruffle any of his feathers. Sean bit his lower lip, turning his face away. Mark wondered how good this felt to him. 

To find out, Mark turned over his hand and continued up the wing. Sean's feathers seemlessly slipped between his fingers. The feathers were so soft to the touch. Sean's wing extended out as Mark moved his hand out to the end of it. Mark didn't stop there though. He moved his end down the long flight feather, then let his fingers skim just the tips of the others as he moved his hand back to Sean's back. A shiver rocked Sean's body as a tiny moan slipped from him. Mark was a bit more hesitant with the large black bat wing, but started to repeat the same gesture. The bat wing felt warm and soft like baby skin. He could clearly see and feel the strong bones of the wing beneath his hand. Much like the feathery wing, this one extended out at his exploring touch. The light from the fireplace shined a warm light through the folds of his black wing, making the wing seem more red than black in that moment.

Mark was only afraid of holding this wing too tightly as his fingers moved over the strong boney joints. At the peek of the wing, Mark stopped to look over the sharp talon. It looked like a smaller version of Anti's talon fingers. Mark curled his fingers around it, feeling the wing tense a bit, but as his hand continued on more, the wing relaxed. Mark moved his hand down the bone to the end of it, but instead of skimming the hem of his wing like he did for the other... Mark simply let his hand slide back across the soft smooth membrane of the wing. Sean shifted on the foot stool, spreading his legs wider and leaning forward. Mark loved watching Sean's wings quiver and shake as they rose up behind him, until they almost extended out enough to touch the ceiling. He found it both a beautiful and calming sight to see. Sean's wings lured him in, causing him to lean over Sean's back to press his lips to the sweet spot between his shoulder blades.

Sean's wings jerked in surprise, curling down to just touch the floor. Mark had to rest a knee on the foot stool to lean over him a bit more. Wrapping his arm slowly around Sean's stomach, while kissing a tender trail down his spine between his shaking wings. Sean's arm moved to rest over his as it snaked its way around his abdoman, asking in a breathless voice. "Mark... Slow down". Mark could feel Sean's body shaking as much as his wings. Staying still a moment, Mark brushed his lips closer to one of Sean's wings, whispering in a deep buttery voice. "I am going slow, Sean". Sean's breathing sped up a bit and he started leaning farther away. Mark loosened his grip to allow Sean to slip out from under him. Sean slid off the foot stool, dropping weakly onto all fours on the other side. Mark waited a moment, before climbing onto the foot stool to kneel on it more comfortably.

Sean looked up at him, panting heavily as his wings rose up behind him. Mark positioned himself on the foot stool non-threateningly, telling him warmly. "Sean... If you want me to stop. You have to say so". Sean rose slowly to his feet, forcing Mark to look up at him. Although, his eyes kept drifting to his wings. Sean licked his lips nervously, swallowing before he leaned in to whisper. "I don't want to hurt you...". Mark thought about mentioning his arm, but didn't want to ruin the mood. Instead, he brushed his lips over Sean's, playfully whispering out. "I'm not afraid of you, Sean. I can see the real you in those mystifying eyes. You won't hurt me on purpose. Please, I want you... You're worth dying for". Sean kept his lips away from Mark's stating seriously. "That is not funny, Mark. If that happened...".

Sean shook his head and tried to turn away, but Mark cupped his jaw and pulled him into his loving kiss. Sean's body stiffened up in surprise. Mark kissed him as passionately as he could for a moment, before pulling away to answer seriously. "Sean, don't think about it. Just feel it". Sean took a deep breath, his hands nervously drifting to the hem of Mark's shirt. Mark tilted Sean's head to touch their foreheads together. He stayed still, discreetly watching Sean's fingers curl around his shirt and start to lift the front. Sean raised the front of his shirt up to his chest, while his other hand very cautiously touched his stomach. Mark moved his head to rest it on Sean's shoulder, while biting his lower lip. Sean's fingers were touching him so lightly that it was taking all his self control not to move or even laugh. When he couldn't take it anymore and sucked in his gut sharply, Sean jerked his hand back.

Mark quickly grabbed Sean's wrist, forcing him not to retreat too far. Pulling Sean's hand back, he placed Sean's hand to his warm abs. Keeping his hand over Sean's, he told him in a sweet whisper. "Don't stop. Just don't tickle me". Sean tried to pull his hand back, mumbling out. "I can't... I don't know what I'm doing". Mark chuckled, lifting his head to lock innocent eyes with him, answering lovingly. "You're doing fine. Touch me". Sean blushed shaking his head, still trying to pull his hand back. Mark leaned in to kiss his cheek, telling him calmly. "I want you too. I'm always curious about about your wings. Wanting to touch them. What are you curious about? What do you want to touch on me"? Sean blushed so red that it spread up to the tips of his ears, forcing him to look away with an embarassed smile.

Mark tried to lean forward a bit to meet his eyes again, playfully mumbling out. "So, there is a little devil in you. Come on. Be honest. Whatever it is, I give you permission to do it". Sean finally turned to look him in the eyes and Mark stayed calm. One of Sean's eyes had turned green, but he still sounded like his innocent Sean, when he mumbled out. "Do you mean that"? Mark nodded honestly, his eyes never leaving Sean's. Sean's hand drifted up his chest, causing Mark to tilt his head back a bit. Sean's fingers skimmed his collarbone, then retreated down rather quickly. Mark held his breath, removing his hand off Sean's. Sean's fingers slid down to the hem of his pants and curled into them. Grabbing both his underwear and his pants in a firm grip, Sean pulled him up against him. Mark had a feeling that he knew where this sudden confidance had come from.

However, Anti didn't appear to be more present than that. Anyone from the outside might just assume that Sean wasn't as innocent as he appeared to be. Although even at the moment, Mark was having doubts. Sean seemed to be in complete control, but that was never usually the case when Anti arose to the surface. Sean's lips claimed his with a lusty demanding kiss that made Mark's heart skip. He liked this side of Sean. He was so... confidant and brave. Mark slid his hands up Sean's sides to hold his ribs. Sean tugged on Mark's pants, coaxing him to climb off the foot stool.  Mark shifted off the foot stool, making sure that as he stood up his body rubbed right up against Sean's in the process. Sean moaned into their kiss, his wings fluttering a bit. Sean started to take a step back, when his wing knocked over another lamp, causing it to shatter across the floor loudly.

Sean jumped in surprise, looking in the direction of the noise with a worried expression. Sean's wings were a bit too big for this small space. Mark raised a hand to turn Sean's face back to his, telling him with a smile. "It's ok". Sean sighed heavily, than his expression perked up as a smirk spread over his face. Mark only had time to raise an eyebrow, when Sean took his hand and dragged him toward the front door. Mark hesitated at the door, but Sean was already trotting out across the lush green grass. His wings spread out as far as they could go and he turned to look back at him with the brightest smile that Mark had ever seen. Mark slowly walked outside, asking him tenderly. "Feel better"? Sean closed his eyes, feeling the soft breeze as he answered. "Yes. It was getting too... warm in there". Mark rubbed his neck, mumbling out. "Ya... I noticed that too, but-". Mark was cut off by Sean moving closer to him, suddenly telling him in a low innocent voice. "I don't want to stop... I just needed more...".

Sean shuffled his feet looking like he couldn't find the words to explain himself. So, Mark leaned in to nibble his earlobe, letting his hand rest of Sean's hip. Sean's wings fluttered a bit more now that they had the room to move them freely.  Clueing Mark in on how nervous Sean was internally. Even though, he appeared to be so calm and confidant on the outside. It was cute enough to help Mark pick right back up from where he had left off. To Be Continued...