Coby

[whispersoflove]

Anael started his descent once he believed himself to be round about London. He was only off by a few miles, and that was a quick enough flight when he was on his own, and didn't have to worry about his speed. It had been a few times, and he had finally got used to finding Coby's rooftop in the London landscape. He landed there easily, appearing and shedding his wings in the same breath, a hint of frost still in his hair as he headed for the door he was glad to find unlocked. He jogged down the few steps to Coby's door, then knocked on it happily. Hopefully. Coby wasn't always in, when Anael stopped by, and while the sun in the sky seemed to say that it was the early afternoon, Anael had hope.

Hope, and a smile on his face at the thought of possibly seeing Coby.

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[sunsongs]

A visitor was way more interesting than dishes and cleaning up the kitchen, and Coby went to the door still drying his hands. Finding Anael on the other side of the door brought a smile to his lips, and he tossed the dish towel back toward the kitchen without caring too much where it landed.

"Hey. S'good to see you." He might have used the same words for pretty much anybody he knew who'd drop by, but with Anael he meant it. In fact, good, Coby was realizing, was a mild word for it. "C'mon in."

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Anael's heart clenched happily at the sight of Coby, looking so casual and relaxed and, well, him. "Not interrupting anything, then?" he checked as he stepped inside the flat. He didn't try to hold back on his natural urge to rest a hand on Coby's hip and lean in for a hello kiss. He hadn't exactly planned to draw it out for a few long seconds, a slow dance of his tongue with Coby's, but that happened naturally, too.

[sunsongs]

The easy way they kissed, Coby's hand dragging up Anael's arm to cup his jaw as it lingered longer than a simple hello normally would was probably answer enough, but just in case, when the kiss slowed, Coby smiled, his eyes warm. "Nothing that can't wait. I'd rather spend time with you."

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"What is it I'm dragging you away from so reluctantly?" Anael asked with a happy laugh, and finally moved out of the doorway to let Coby close the door. His hand trailed on his back as he moved around him, and his eyes shone warmly as he watched him, clearly unwilling to look away.

[sunsongs]

"Just dishes. Like I said, they can wait." Coby closed the door without taking his eyes from Anael, the whole flat feeling warmer just with the angel's presence. "Can I get you something to drink, or...?"

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"I'm all right," Anael assured him, but didn't want to stop him from having a drink if he wanted to. "I mean, I'll have something if you're having something."

[sunsongs]

"I wasn't planning on it unless you wanted something." Although now he thought of it, chasing after the taste of wine on Anael's lips didn't feel like such a bad idea. Sometime.

Taking Anael's hand he led them further into the apartment, brushing his thumb over his knuckles. "Just feel like a visit, or were you on earth for something?"

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"I'm rarely here on official business," Anael assured him quietly, following wherever Coby wanted to take him. Armchair, couch, bed, wall, table... Anywhere, really. "No, I thought I'd take a break and swing on by."

[sunsongs]

"Breaks are important," Coby said, the smile that felt a permanent part of him when Anael was around taking on a sly crook. Bedroom, he decided after a moment, because it felt more his than the rest of the place: less white and glass and sharp lines, more warmth and comfort and ease. Also more space, which never hurt.

"My door's open, any time you want to swing by."

[whispersoflove]

"Well, you're not always here," Anael remarked, but there was no reproach there, on the contrary. He liked that Coby had a life, out there, liked imagining it.

[sunsongs]

"As long as I'm here, then." Coby pressed a kiss to the center of Anael's palm, warm and playful before dropping onto the bed. "I'm always happy to see you, and I can't imagine anybody I'd have over complaining."

[whispersoflove]

A brief shadow passed over Anael's brow as he thought of his last encounter with Prometheus, and he reminded himself to go to Robin soon - but then he focused back on the present, and followed Coby on the bed, straddling his lap and loping his arms around his neck. "Well, just in case they do," Anael stated, nose brushing against Coby's, "I wouldn't mind."

[sunsongs]

Okay, that was a sensitive subject somehow, and Coby wanted to chase away even that hint of darkness. A hand at Anael's hip settled him in Coby's lap, as he tipped his head down for another kiss, taffy sweet and leisurely, full of affection. "It's all good, lovely."

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Anael gave himself over to that kiss without any reservation, and laughed gently at Coby's words, gave him another, briefer kiss. "I'm utterly transparent to you, then, am I." He didn't sound as if he minded one bit.

[sunsongs]

"You are beyond mortal comprehension," Coby said, punctuating it with another kiss, because one kiss always led to wanting another with Anael. "And I have a feeling that's a good thing. But I figure I probably won't go too far wrong if I start at it's all good." His mom had taught him that, and now that he thought about it, he felt like his mom and Anael would probably like each other a lot.

Too much, maybe, and Coby wasn't going to follow that thought any further while he had a lap full of loving angel.

[whispersoflove]

Anael kissed him again for that, long, slow, loving, and broke it with a smile. He simply looked at Coby for a few seconds, then told him, with all the love he felt for him shining in his eyes, showing in his voice, "You're wonderful."

[sunsongs]

"I'm just a guy." Just a guy, in the face of Anael's love, and it felt amazing, although Coby wasn't any more sure why those words had been so special than why the earlier ones had hurt.

[whispersoflove]

"Hardly mutually exclusive," Anael remarked, the love still shining in his eyes, and he curled his hands up in Coby's hair. "A wonderful man," he added, and kissed him again, unable or unwilling to resist.

[sunsongs]

If you asked Coby, there wasn't any reason to resist. Not as long as they felt good, and damn, they felt good. "You might have missed it," another kiss then, and another, "but I'm more than a little fucked in the head too."

[whispersoflove]

Anael ended up cradling his head in both hands, ad he punctuated Coby's statement with yet another kiss. "We've all got - our demons, I believe, is what you say," he told him against his lips. He had known enough incarnations of Shamsiel to know how hard the knowledge of what he had once been weighed on him, to know that it was never easy on them. It had never stopped him from loving them, and it certainly wouldn't stop him from loving Coby, or telling him how wonderful he was.

[sunsongs]

The kiss washed over him, and Coby let it. Then he rested his forehead against Anael's, one hand slipping under the angel's t-shirt for the feel of skin beneath. "Mine are... quieter, with you. No, quiet's not quite right. Stiller, maybe."

[whispersoflove]

"Mine are weaker, with you," Anael answered in the same quiet voice, only less hesitant to put words on it. One of his hands rested on the side of Coby's neck, the other one softly stroking his arm, down, and then back up. "They can't get as good a grip on my heart." Maybe it was him that was stronger with Coby, instead.

[sunsongs]

The hand under Anael's shirt slid higher, until it rested over his heart, like Coby could protect it, or reassure himself it was all right. Silly, since he knew this was only a manifested form and not Anael's true self. "A little peace sometimes makes the harder times easier to bear. Any time you want a break, I meant it. You're welcome here."

[whispersoflove]

"And if you need yours to get a little stiller, pray to me?" Anael asked softly, watching Coby's face, thumb stroking the line of his jaw. "I'll come, if I can get away."

[sunsongs]

Still isn't something Coby'd had much of recently. Or as long as he could remember really. Some times were better than others, and he treasured that when he could get it, whether it was surfing or weed or performing or sex. Or, now, being with Anael, although sex could be a part of that.

"I can do that." Another thing he could do was cover Anael's hand with his own, holding it in place as he wrapped his lips over that thumb, sucking gently, his eyes never leaving Anael's.