Part 2

  He watched with rapt attention as Raphael’s hand moved to the front of his pants. The sound of unfastening fabric was faint, yet it echoed between them like thunder. Slowly, Raphael revealed himself, the swollen outline of his arousal pressing tightly against the st thin barrier of his underwear.

  – Mmm... – Kael exhaled, his voice thick, possessive.

  – Do you like it? – Raphael asked, his tone low, testing, filled with quiet heat.

  – Fuck yes – Kael growled, his eyes locked onto the exposed length, hungry and entranced. He licked his lips slowly, the heat in his gaze burning. His fingers kept their rhythm on Raphael’s wings, tracing the familiar paths that made his body sing.– I want to taste it.He leaned in, his lips brushing Raphael’s ear, voice curling into him like a fire.– Can I?

  – Yes, please – Raphael said, voice trembling not with hesitation, but with need.

  Without wasting a second, Kael buried his face in Raphael’s p, pulling down his underwear to release the throbbing length aching for attention. He wrapped his lips around the head, sucking gently as his tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, slow and purposeful. Raphael’s wings fluttered wildly in response, brushing the air in rapid, uncontrolble movements as pleasure flooded through him.

  The sensation was electric. Every motion of Kael’s tongue sent new sparks through his core, reaching pces deeper than just flesh. The fluttering of his wings wasn’t just reflex — it was a nguage, an uncontrolble echo of everything Raphael was feeling.

  – Mmmph... – came the muffled sound from Kael’s throat.

  – Yes – Raphael breathed, voice barely audible, carried away by the intensity of Kael’s mouth on him.

  Kael took him deeper, his lips sliding down the entire length, sucking and licking with a hunger that seemed to burn. His hands gripped Raphael’s hips tightly, holding him steady as his head bobbed up and down with increasing rhythm, taking him deeper and deeper with each stroke. Raphael’s wings shimmered brightly, glowing softly with every wave of pleasure coursing through him.

  The wetness of Kael’s mouth, the rhythmic suction, the way he moaned around him—it was almost too much. Raphael’s head tilted back, lips parted, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths as he surrendered to the sensation. The world around him blurred. Everything was touch, sound, heat.

  And meanwhile, unnoticed by either of them, Liam appeared in the room.

  He had emerged silently, without sound or warning, eyes widening in surprise as he took in the scene before him—Kael, on his knees, deepthroating Raphael with clear, unashamed enjoyment. The fluttering of wings, the flushed tension in Raphael’s face, the quiet gasps—it all pyed out like a vision Liam hadn’t expected to walk into… but one he couldn’t look away from.

  His initial shock melted quickly into fascination. He didn’t announce himself. Instead, he watched.

  Kael continued, utterly focused, moaning softly around Raphael’s length. The sound vibrated through him, sending iridescent pulses through his wings. They flexed and beat gently behind him, shimmering in waves of light. Kael was too caught up in what he was doing to notice anything else.

  Liam drew closer, each step slow, silent. His breath quickened, his eyes never leaving the scene. He could now see the tears welling in Kael’s eyes as he pushed himself to take Raphael even deeper. Wet, rhythmic sucking sounds filled the air, obscene and hypnotic. Liam swallowed hard, feeling his own pants tighten as arousal stirred within him.

  His hand lifted instinctively, then curled into a fist—fighting the urge to touch himself as he watched. He was only a few feet away now, his gaze fixed on Kael’s lips moving eagerly over Raphael’s cock, and the wings behind him, trembling against the wall.

  The glow from the wings reflected faintly in Liam’s eyes, bathing the room in pulsing light. It wasn’t just erotic—it was unearthly. Sacred, almost.

  Then, without a word, Liam reached out. His fingers made contact with Raphael’s bare rear, and he felt the muscles tighten instantly under his palm. He spread his fingers, gently squeezing, eyes still locked on Kael as the other boy continued his enthusiastic attentions—still unaware of Liam’s presence.

  The warmth of Liam’s touch sent a jolt through Raphael, not quite fear, not quite desire—something in between.What is he going to think? What is he going to do?The thoughts fred and twisted in his mind. Does he feel disgusted? Angry? Or… is he aroused too?

  Kael suddenly paused, sensing something strange in the way Raphael’s wings fluttered. He lifted his eyes—and then he saw him.

  Liam stood directly behind Raphael, his hand still resting on him, a familiar gleam in his eyes.

  Kael’s lips curved into a grin.

  He pulled back slowly, releasing Raphael’s cock with a wet pop. A string of saliva clung to his lower lip as he looked up, eyes pyful.

  – Look who decided to join us – he purred, licking his lips deliberately, eyes flicking between Raphael and Liam.

  – Ok guys. Be nice. They are teaching us to share – Raphael said, fshing a wicked smile that barely masked the racing in his chest.

  – Oh, we’ll be more than nice – Liam replied, voice low, husky, fingers squeezing Raphael’s cheeks with possessive intent. – In fact, I think it’s only fair that I get a taste too, since Kael here seems to be having so much fun.

  – Ok. Feel free – Raphael said, breath catching slightly, heart pounding in anticipation.

  Kael smirked at Raphael’s approval, a subtle glint of satisfaction flickering in his eyes. Without a word, he shifted to the side, his movement smooth and fluid, body still buzzing with heat.

  – Be my guest – he said, voice low and gleaming with anticipation. There was something in his tone—open, hungry, utterly unashamed.

  Liam stepped forward without hesitation. His hands slid down to Raphael’s hips with slow, deliberate pressure, fingers curling into the shape of possession. His grip was firm but reverent, and the warmth of his palms sent a ripple down Raphael’s spine before he even felt the heat of Liam’s breath close in.

  And then Liam leaned in, repcing Kael’s mouth with his own.

  – Oh. It’s so good – Raphael breathed, the words spilling out before he could stop them, ragged with sensation.

  Liam’s lips wrapped around his cock with greedy focus. His tongue moved eagerly, swirling and pressing with purpose as he took Raphael deep into his throat, the motion steady and unrelenting. A soft moan vibrated from somewhere deep in Liam’s chest, and the sensation reverberated all the way through Raphael’s core, drawing a gasp from his lips.

  His wings reacted immediately, beating the air in restless waves. The glow pulsed more brightly now, a soft, otherworldly shimmer casting flickering reflections on the walls around them. The room felt alive, charged with breath and skin and need.

  – Ok. But why should I be the only one receiving pleasure? – Raphael asked, his voice low, teasing, ced with something warm and open.

  Liam didn’t stop right away, but when he pulled back, it was slow—lingering. His tongue gave a final flick before he lifted his head, a wet shine left on his lips. He looked up at Raphael through dark shes, the grin that spread across his face full of both sin and challenge.

  – You’re right – he said, voice husky, uneven – it’s only fair that we all get to have some fun.

  – I couldn’t say it better – Raphael replied, his tone velvet-smooth, tinged with amusement and want.

  Liam rose, unhurried but hungry. His fingers moved to his belt, unbuckling it with one motion, eyes still locked on Raphael. His cock sprang free, already hard, already aching. Kael’s eyes lit up at the sight, and he stepped in without hesitation.

  He wrapped his hand around Liam’s shaft, stroking it with a gentle rhythm that spoke of both practice and anticipation. There was an intimacy in the motion, but also fire—something raw simmering beneath the touch.

  – Come here.

  The words from Kael were barely more than a whisper, but they carried weight. An invitation. A promise.

  As Kael focused on Liam, Raphael stepped in behind him, his movements smooth but filled with tension. His hands moved to Kael’s belt, fingers working quickly, the clink of the buckle loud in the quiet room. Kael didn’t resist. He shifted slightly, spine arching as if already anticipating what was coming.

  Raphael slid the pants down, revealing the lines of Kael’s toned rear, firm and inviting. His hands moved instinctively, spreading Kael’s cheeks wide, palms sweeping across smooth, warm skin. He took his time, fingers tracing, memorizing, admiring.

  – It’s so nice – Raphael murmured, voice low, reverent.

  Kael moaned, a sound that trembled up from deep in his throat. He arched again, pressing back subtly into Raphael’s touch, offering himself without shame. Liam’s breathing hitched as Kael’s strokes on his cock grew faster, more erratic, his body beginning to tremble under the rhythm of it.

  Liam reached out, bracing himself on the wall, his knuckles pale with the force of restraint. The room filled with the heat of movement and breath, every sound amplified—the slick glide of skin, the soft whimper of a moan, the rush of wings fluttering behind them.

  – Mmmm... what an invitation... – Raphael whispered, a grin on his lips as he leaned forward.

  His tongue flicked out, drawing a wet line down the dip of Kael’s spine. The shiver that passed through Kael was instant, his body arching instinctively beneath the sensation. Raphael trailed lower, lips brushing just above the curve of Kael’s ass, his hands never releasing their firm grip.

  He spread him open with care, the gesture as intimate as it was possessive, his thumbs pressing into soft skin, revealing what he was about to cim.

  Positioning himself, Raphael aligned with slow, deliberate precision. The air between them seemed to still for a heartbeat—and then, with a single, steady thrust, he slid into him.

  Kael cried out in pleasure, his voice raw and breathless as his head fell forward. Raphael filled him completely, stretching him in a way that left no space for thought. Kael's fingers clenched into the sheets beneath him, his body trembling with each thrust, meeting them with growing desperation. His moans were deep and unrestrained, resonating through the room with every push inside him.

  Behind them, Liam stood frozen in the heat of the moment. His chest rose and fell sharply, and his eyes devoured the scene in front of him—the way Kael moaned, the sound of flesh meeting flesh, the shimmer of Raphael’s wings in motion. His hand moved to his own cock, already aching and flushed with need, precum glistening at the tip.

  – Fuck, that's hot – he groaned, voice cracked and heavy with want. The sight of Raphael fucking Kael so deeply, so relentlessly, lit something in him he couldn’t contain.

  – Come here – Raphael said, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.

  Liam stumbled forward, legs almost giving under the tension coiling inside him. His cock twitched in his grip, the head flushed and leaking, and his breath came in short, shaky bursts. He barely reached Raphael before a hand was in his hair—strong, commanding—and yanked him forward into a kiss.

  There was nothing gentle in it.

  Raphael devoured his mouth, tongue plunging between his lips with absolute dominance. It tasted of fire, of control, of possession. Liam moaned into it, helpless against the force of it, his body pressed close, but Raphael’s hips never slowed—thrusting into Kael with steady, punishing rhythm. Liam could feel the heat of their bodies radiating off each other, could hear the wet sps of Kael’s ass against Raphael’s hips as he was taken hard and deep.

  – Do you like it? – Raphael asked as he broke the kiss, lips brushing against Liam’s, voice low and rough.

  Liam’s breath hitched, eyes dark and gssy with need.

  – Fuck yes – he whimpered, his voice reduced to a gasp. His hand jerked faster over his cock, needing release, needing more. Watching Raphael dominate both of them made the fire in his belly roar. He felt unmoored, consumed, undone.

  Beneath them, Kael moaned again—loud, shameless—his body pushing back against Raphael’s thrusts, his voice cracking with pleasure. He reached back blindly, fingers cwing at Raphael’s hips to pull him deeper, tighter. The room seemed to pulse with heat, echoing the rhythm of their bodies.

  – Good boys – Raphael said, and the praise hit like a shockwave.

  Kael’s breath stuttered. Liam whimpered. Both of them trembled under the sound of his voice, as if rewarded by it, moved by it. Kael clung to him, lost in the intensity. Liam’s hand moved faster, precum slicking his grip. His thighs trembled from holding back, his body begging to let go.

  – Please, fuck, I’m gonna come... – Liam gasped, the words broken, barely intelligible.

  – You know where you should do this – Raphael said, his voice low and commanding.

  Liam’s eyes widened in immediate understanding. He stepped forward quickly, almost stumbling in his urgency. His cock throbbed as he positioned himself in front of Kael, who looked up at him with gssy, lust-darkened eyes.

  Kael’s lips parted instantly. There was no hesitation.

  Liam guided himself forward, and Kael took him in without question, his mouth wrapping eagerly around the thick, pulsing length.

  Liam moaned loud and deep, one hand flying to the wall to steady himself as the other threaded into Kael’s hair. The heat of Kael’s mouth, the wet slide of his tongue, the pull of suction—it was too much, too good. His hips bucked slightly as he gave in to the warm tightness enveloping him.

  – Good boy – Raphael said again, and Kael groaned around Liam’s cock, the sound vibrating along the shaft as he sucked harder.

  Kael’s hands reached up and grabbed Liam’s hips, pulling him in deeper, taking him down with practiced hunger. His throat opened beautifully, greedily. Liam’s head tipped back, eyes fluttering closed as he let out a strangled cry. His legs shook, barely holding him upright as he edged closer to the peak.

  – Good. Cum. I’m close – Raphael growled, every word shaking with tension, his thrusts into Kael gaining intensity.

  Liam let out a low, guttural moan, his hips stuttering forward as the orgasm overtook him. His whole body jerked as he came hard, spilling down Kael’s throat. Kael didn’t pull back—he swallowed every drop, never faltering, his lips tight around the base.

  The sight—the sounds, the sensation of Kael clenching tight around him while swallowing another boy’s release—sent Raphael spiraling.

  With a final deep thrust, he buried himself fully inside Kael and came hard, hips pressed tight, heat flooding into him in thick, pulsing waves. The pleasure crackled through his spine, his wings shuddering and fring behind him in bright, erratic pulses of light.