Coby

[whispersoflove]

Fin was in bed and being watched over, and Anael didn't linger. He took off from the roof, longing with all of his being for the comforting warmth of God's Love when he stood in Their presence. There was a place inside of him that ached with what he had done, a place he didn't know how to reach and make better. So he prayed, flying above London, cloaked from the gaze of men. He prayed, until he realised where the winds had taken him.

He landed on the rooftop of the converted church and sent another prayer, of thanks this time, to God. He slipped inside and knocked on Coby's door, the wings vanished, but the blood from both Fin and the other Fae still on his clothes and hands.

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[sunsongs]

Every moment with Anael was worth savoring, and Coby let the world fade away, focusing on the feel of Anael's kisses and his body and the love they shared wound through all of it.

One hand drifted down to Anael's jeans, undoing the fly with practiced ease. No hurry toward heating things up, but getting out of their clothes would strip away everything that wasn't them, leaving nothing else between them.

[whispersoflove]

Anael returned the favour, so that when they had to step away from each other to get rid of their jeans, they could both do so without delay. He did the awkward one leg, then the other dance, and stepped back into Coby's personal space, that love still strong between them but also needing the warmth of his touch, the spark of arousal from their skins being in contact, no clothing in the way now.

They'd make it to the bathroom in time; he wasn't worried.

[sunsongs]

Coby stepped out of his jeans, leaving them in a puddle by Anael's on the floor, and then pulled Anael close again. He didn't really think about the wings, had mostly forgotten they were there until they drew forward, wrapping around Coby and Anael.

"Were you... we... lovers?" He asked, not sure why that question now, or if Anael had told him before. "You and Shamsiel."

[whispersoflove]

"Not like this," Anael replied, resting his hand over Coby's heart and taking a moment to remember his friend. Shamsiel still was, and yet wasn't. "But I loved him, and he loved me." He lifted his hand to cup Coby's face, let himself feel how much he missed Shamsiel as he had been, because he ought to be remembered, and loved, as long as Anael lived - but then he pulled it back in as he kissed Coby, focusing on how much he loved him, too. Him who was and wasn't, would never be Shamsiel. It was not the first time they did this, but it was never entirely easy, and today Anael felt particularly off balance and vulnerable.

[sunsongs]

"And I love you." Coby put all that love into his kiss, knowing Anael always felt love but wanting to give it to him now, deliberately. "I shouldn't've asked. I'm sorry I'm not him, my lovely."

[whispersoflove]

"I'm not," Anael answered, both hands cupping Coby's face now. He didn't feel up to putting it in more words than that, so he kissed Coby again, briefly, but tenderly, then took his hand as he stepped around him (and his wings) to draw him along towards the bathroom.

[sunsongs]

Two people and wings would make for a kind of crowded shower, so as they got to the bathroom, Coby tucked them away to wherever it was they went.

"You are so wonderful." As in, filled him with wonder. Usually that was the kind of thing Anael would say about Coby instead of the other way around, which was truer, if you asked Coby, but today felt topsy-turvy in a lot of ways.

[whispersoflove]

Anael didn't feel very wonderful today; he felt in pain, and he wanted to comfort himself in the love they shared. "I love you," he said against Coby's lips, pulling him into the shower stall and wrapping his arms around him for a long kiss. Getting the water going could wait.

[sunsongs]

One long kiss followed by another, and Coby's hand stroking slow and easy over Anael's body as they held each other close. Eventually Coby reached out with the other hand to turn on the water, shifting them enough so they weren't directly in the spray before the temperature adjusted, wanting to take care of Anael even in such a little way.

[whispersoflove]

Anael didn't notice or care about the temperature, especially focused as he was on Coby, and he simply moved wherever Coby wanted him to, sighing against his lips as the water hit. It was so very, very welcome, and after a beat he moved back into the spray, drawing Coby with him for some very watery kisses.

[sunsongs]

Coby drank in Anael's kisses, sipped at his lips, and let the water wash over them both. Naked and in love with Anael in his arms, Coby was more than half hard, but that wasn't as urgent as the way they kissed and the way they felt, and helping the pain Anael felt wash away.