Jack

[whispersoflove]

Continued from here.

The kiss was lovely, through and through. Anael carded his fingers through Jack's wet hair as it deepened; yes, he could stand for Jack's grin to fade for a moment like this. His other arm wrapped around Jack's waist, his feet firmly planted on the bottom of the Serpentine. The cold water had no effect on him and he was entirely focused on the man against him, Jack's strong body, the way they kissed, the swell of his heart in the moment.

The kiss was better than lovely; it was beautiful.

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[im_torchwood]

It didn't take much longer and he was spinning out of control. He was dizzy as he came, energy spilling from him with tremendous force. He filled Anael with pulse after pulse of pure life until he felt pleasantly drained. Then he melted against him and kissed him lazily.

"Just the beginning," he promised.

[whispersoflove]

It was like nothing Anael had ever felt, and for a moment he felt as if he might slip out of the material world with the force of it. He clung all the tighter to Jack, forcing himself to reel his Grace back in and focus on the physical sensations to anchor himself there. Jack pounding into him, his skin under his hands, the solid strength of him above him. Whatever was pulsing through him was nothing like being in God's presence again, and yet it was the closest Anael had come to it in ages, and there were tears in his eyes when he fluttered them open after the kiss.

[im_torchwood]

Jack was breathing heavy, sweat prickling cold down his spine and across his shoulders. He kissed Anael and kissed him again, practically glowing with satisfaction.

"Are you all right?" he asked softly. "Need a break?"

[whispersoflove]

Anael drew those kisses out as much as he could, an arm around Jack's shoulders, the other cupping his face, lungs aching so sweetly with love. "No," he answered Jack's last question, utterly unashamed of his tears. Emotions were nothing to feel shame over. "You simply feel..." There were no words for how Jack felt, and Anael kissed him again, letting some of his Grace wash through them again, now that he was more firmly here.

[im_torchwood]

The power of Anael's Grace was like nothing he'd felt before. There was a peace, a calm, a softness against his soul that was so profound it made Jack catch his breath.

"Is that you?" he asked, though he knew it was. It had to be.

[whispersoflove]

In a manner of speaking, but short of answering that it really was God's manifestation through Anael, there was no way to answer the question satisfactorily. "Yes," he simply said, because it was him leaking it into this realm, and he brushed his fingers through Jack's hair. "I can pull it back in, if you like."

[im_torchwood]

"No. Don't. It's glorious," Jack replied softly, bending in to pepper Anael's skin with a flurry of kisses.

[whispersoflove]

Anael laughed softly, oh so thankful for Jack. And he could feel that the man was getting as much out of all this as he was, which only made everything better. "That's a good word for it. And you. And this."

[im_torchwood]

"It's one of my favorites," Jack replied. "Glorious. Fantastic. Amazing," he added, his words growing softer and softer as he began to kiss his way along Anael's jaw and neck once again.

[whispersoflove]

"Lovely," Anael added, both hands going to Jack's hair, absolutely not stopping or directing him, happy to stretch his neck and let him have at him. "Divine."

[im_torchwood]

"Divine," he agreed, delighting in the taste of Anael's tongue one more time. Then he rose up and caught the man's hand to get him to sit up.

"Can I see your wings again?" he asked.

[whispersoflove]

Anael hummed, shifting to his knees, because they were too long not to hit the mattress painfully, otherwise, and he manifested them with a slight, but unnecessary, shift of his shoulders, watching Jack curiously. "I ought to warn you," he told Jack, a small smile playing on his lips because of the loveliness of everything tonight, "they're very sensitive."

[im_torchwood]

"I was banking on that," Jack replied and he began to touch Anael's wings gently, tracing the shape and enjoying the softness and warmth of them.

[whispersoflove]

Anael forced himself to breathe evenly through the first touch of Jack's hand on his wing. He was being so careful, so tender, and it was all Anael could do not to move into that touch, not to lean in and kiss Jack again, with the force of his renewed desire. But he didn't want this moment to end, watching Jack's face as Jack stroked his feathers.

[im_torchwood]

Jack explored to his heart's content, tracing the shape of bones, feeling each feather one at a time and then stroking many at once. They were beautiful and soft and warm and Jack felt something so close to true love that it may as well have been just that. He chalked it up to magic, or maybe Anael had his own sort of pheromones. Jack didn't think too deeply about it, he simply enjoyed the rush of emotion and bent down to bury his face in the feathers just to feel the softness with his sensitive lips.

[whispersoflove]

Between Jack's feelings and the feeling of his fingers on his feathers, Anael could not have been any more in love with what they were sharing just then. His Grace responded instinctively, bathing them in a warm glow. And when Jack pressed his face to Anael's wing, the angel did nothing to hold back the soft moan that pulled out of him.

[im_torchwood]

Jack kissed the nearest feathers, one at a time.

"Feels good?" he asked, a smile playing on his lips and a very real urge to propose to Anael right on the tip of his tongue. He thought nothing odd about it. Really, when Jack gave it a second of thought, he couldn't believe Anael wasn't married already.

[whispersoflove]

There was such warm love coming from Jack that Anael would have been happy to simply curl up against him and bask in it. Of course, he was even happier to feel that as Jack reverently kissed his feathers, sending small shivers down his spine. "Better than," he told Jack, stroking fingers along his jaw. "Please don't stop."