Since his last days... Graves had a lot of missions and he was getting more and more stressed. being a commander wasn't always easy but he did his damn best to lead shadows, his military men.
the loss of his girlfriend due to work and stress only fueled his stress, because the fact of no longer being able to fit his cock into something bored him... he gradually became severe and serious every time a recruit spoke to him.
while one evening at least at midnight he was lying on his bed in his room, he who was at the barracks thinking about how to reduce his stress, the only thing that could make him de-stress was sex.
suddenly, a small light like a firefly appeared in front of the window, the firefly crossed the window and settled in front of Graves. Graves immediately panicked when he saw the firefly which was shining a little too much, less than the sun. "what the fuck.. what is this shit.." he muttered, getting a little closer to the little firefly when all of a sudden... the firefly transformed and made an angel appear with beautiful white wings and clean, one ear above his head, and his body covered in a small sheet but it was still revealing about him and he was sit on his knees... it was you and Graves had a little blush on his cheek, an angel so sexy in her bedroom? Holy shit.
Marcus stares at the man in front of him, blinking slowly. Realizing who it is, he quickly stands up and walks over to him. "Hi hi!" he says cheerfully, circling the man. "You must be Phillip, right? Right!" he says with a chuckle. He stands in front of the man. "A pleasure to meet you," he says softly, giving a small bow. "I'm your angel, and I'm here to ease your sorrows and pains." He raises his head again, looking straight into the man's eyes. "So...what do you need?" he asked innocently.
Graves had a look at the angel as the man circled him, blushing a little bit but pretending he was not. The idea of sex with the sexy angel in front of him made his cock harden instantly and he had to force himself to focus on what he was saying."I see... your name is Marcus?" Graves said his voice a little husky, making it obvious that he wasn't really sure about anything else. "Well... you see... I've been having some troubles lately..."
He cleared his throat trying to concentrate on the problem rather than what was beneath the sheet of the angel. "...I can't sleep at night, I don't know why... Something is missing in my life..." He paused a moment before deciding to say it. "...and I could really use some company."
"Mmmm..." Marcus murmured thoughtfully. "Company?" he repeated softly. He waved his hand and made a chair appear behind Phillip. Before the man could react, Marcus had him sit down. With another hand gesture, he pulled the chair closer with the man on it, close to him. "I'm going to need you to be a little more specific," he said softly. "If you need sleep, I can simply snap my fingers and send you into a deep sleep." He glanced at the man out of the corner of his eye. "But if you want company... that would be a different story..."
Graves glanced at the angel curiously when he got him to sit in front of him with a chair appearing out of nowhere and closed by himself quickly. "Well... I don't mean just some company... more like..." He blushed furiously, shifting uncomfortably on his seat "...you know... someone special... maybe..." His voice trailed off as he met Marcus's eyes again.
"I could really use a man that understands me," he finished with a faint smile, unable to hide the longing in his expression now. "Someone strong and sexy like you..." He lowered his gaze, biting his bottom lip nervously. "Would you... uh... would you want to be that person?"
Marcus narrows his eyes, staring directly at the man. He takes him by the chin and leans closer to his face. "If that's what you want... I'll give it to you..." he whispers, his lips brushing the other man's. "...but I need you to be more specific..." He pulled away slightly from the man. "...I don't want to make any mistakes." His eyes fixed on Phillip's.
Graves gulped when the angel took him by his chin and leaned in to whisper into his ear, the warmth of the voice sending shivers down his spine. "What I want..." he began slowly, swallowing nervously as he gathered his courage. "...is for you to make love to me." He paused, looking Marcus straight in the eye. "I know we've never met before tonight, but... there's just something about you that makes my heart race and my body ache. I need you to be with me. To make this feeling go away."
His voice was husky now, laced with desperation and desire. He moved closer to Marcus, pressing their bodies together as he cupped the angel's cheek in his hand. "Please," he whispered, trembling slightly. "Don't make me wait any longer."
Marcus looks at him seriously. "Fine...I'll give you what you've been asking for..." he says in a whisper. With a gesture of his hands, Marcus flies Phillip onto the bed, undressing him in the process. "It makes you feel good...my dear Phillip," he says softly, approaching the other man's bed. He slowly removed the sheet he was wearing, revealing his pale, toned, naked body. He crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between Phillip's legs. "Just relax..." he said, approaching the man's chest, kissing him softly. With one hand, he took Phillip's cock and began to stroke it slowly. "...leave it all to me," he whispered against the man's skin.
Graves let out a moan as he felt Marcus undressing him and then tossed on the bed before finding himself completely naked in front of the sexy angel. His breath hitched as the angel positioned himself between his legs, kissing him softly, feeling one of his strong hands gripping his cock and slowly stroking it. "Oh fuck..." he breathed out raggedly, arching into Marcus's touch as pleasure washed over him. He tangled his fingers in the angel's hair, wanting more contact with him, wanting to feel every inch of that gorgeous body pressed against his own. "More... God..."
The angel's hand on his cock felt divine and Graves couldn't help but grind his hips up into Marcus's touch, wanting the other man to take him right here, hard and fast. But he knew that this wouldn't be their first time together, so he closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath as he focused on feeling each gentle stroke, each soft kiss... savoring the intimacy between them.
Marcus kissed and licked the man's pecs beneath him, savoring his skin, slowly moving down his torso, leaving a trail of kisses, while his hand continued to slowly stroke the man's cock from top to bottom. Marcus continued to lower his head, licking and kissing Phillip's prominent abdomen, moving even lower, until he reached his throbbing cock. He brought the man's length to his mouth and kissed it tenderly, while looking directly into the man's eyes.
Graves felt himself growl low in his throat as he watched the angel kiss his cock, his hand fisting in the sheets beside him as he arched further into the touch. "Fuck yes... suck it..." he groaned out, eyes nearly rolling back in pleasure as Marcus began to give him a taste of what was yet to come.
He couldn't help but thrust his hips upwards now, wanting more contact with Marcus's tongue, his lips... anywhere that he could feel the angel's touch on his aching length. His breathing became ragged and fast as Marcus expertly brought him closer and closer to the edge, driving him wild with need.
With one hand, Marcus squeezed the base of Phillip's cock, preventing him from cumming. He continued to run his tongue along the man's length, licking it from top to bottom. Then he placed his lips on the tip of his cock, kissing and sucking it like a lollipop, tasting the man's precum. He ran his tongue around the entire circumference of the man until he slowly began to insert it into his mouth.
"Aaah fuck..." Graves cursed hoarsely as he felt the angel's lips wrap around him. The heat of his mouth and the skillful suction sent tremors through his entire body, making every muscle tense and ache in longing. He tangled his fingers in the sheets beneath him, digging his nails into them as he tried to focus on something, anything else except how incredible it felt to have Marcus's tongue dancing over his cock.
"M-Mar... Marcus..." he managed to choke out between ragged breaths, voice barely audible above the pounding of his heart in his ears.
Marcus pumped Phillip's cock more determinedly with his mouth, using his tongue and mouth masterfully, making the man underneath writhe in pleasure. With one hand, he squeezed the base of the man's penis tightly, not letting him cum yet. With the other hand, he played with the man's testicles, running them between his fingers, teasing him even more.
His hips bucked and arched off the bed as his moans became unintelligible, each thrust forcing more of his cock deeper into the angel's mouth. The pleasure was intense, white hot pain spreading throughout his body as Marcus expertly brought him closer to the edge, torturing him with every skilled movement and slick caress. Graves could feel himself getting close, the release building inside him like an avalanche about to crash down over everything.
"Fuck... I'm going to..." he managed to gasp out before Marcus cut off his words by taking his entire length into his mouth and sucking hard. A howl ripped from Graves' throat as his seed exploded into the angel's mouth, hot and thick, filling it almost painfully. He arched up, hips pumping helplessly as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, leaving him limp and boneless in the angel's skilled grasp.
Marcus pulls away from Phillip's cock, swallowing all the cum left in his mouth. He licks his lips, savoring the man's sweet seed. His gaze returns to Phillip's body and then to his eyes. "Are you satisfied?" he asked softly. "Because I can give you more pleasure if you wish... my dear Phillip."
Phillip's breathing was ragged and his eyes half-closed as he floated on the edge of exhaustion. He looked up at Marcus with a satisfied smile, fingers still idly entwined in the sheets beneath him. "That... that was incredible," he managed to choke out between raspy gasps for air. "Thank you." His gaze traveled down over the angel's bare chest and stomach before returning up to meet Marcus's eyes again. There was a newfound tenderness in them now, an appreciation that hadn't been there before.
"I... I think for tonight," he continued slowly, hesitantly, "I just want to relax with you." He paused, cheeks flushing slightly, unsure of how this admission would be received. But when Marcus didn't react negatively, his heartbeat steadying slightly, Phillip plucked up the courage to continue. "Would that be... okay?" he whispered, voice barely above a hoarse croak now.
"At your service, my dear Phillip." He said softly, giving a small bow. He settled down on the bed next to the man and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him close. They were chest to chest. "You can relax now... I won't let anyone hurt you... my dear Phillip." His deep, soft voice was so... angelic.
"Thank you..." Phillip whispered, laying his head on the angel's shoulder and closing his eyes. His body relaxed into Marcus', sinking deeper into the embrace as he tried to process everything that had just happened. For the first time in a long while, he felt calm, at peace... safe. He couldn't remember the last time someone had made him feel this way, and he wasn't sure if it was even real or just some sort of dream brought on by exhaustion. Either way, he didn't want to think about it too much; he wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.
"It's good... having you here..." Phillip murmured sleepily, a content smile playing at the corners of his lips. He wasn't sure what tomorrow would bring, but for now, he was going to let himself drift off into the sweet oblivion that Marcus's presence offered.
Marcus smiled slightly and kissed Phillip's forehead affectionately. He stroked the man's back with his fingers, drawing soothing circles, helping Phillip sleep even more peacefully.
As Phillip drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but smile against the angel's shoulder. It was comforting to have someone hold him like this, make him feel safe... almost wanted. For a moment, he wondered if this was all just a dream, if any of it was real. But as exhaustion finally claimed him and sleep pulled him under, he didn't care anymore. He let himself surrender to the darkness, content in the knowledge that for now, he wasn't alone.
He dreamt of warmth and light, of soft whispers and gentle caresses... his dreams were filled with Marcus's angelic presence, filling him up and making him feel complete in a way he hadn't in such a long time. He didn't want to wake up from this dream, didn't want it to end... but as all things must, eventually his dreaming mind relinquished its hold on him, and he found himself once more in the cold, harsh reality of his barracks.
He groaned softly, lifting a hand to rub at his eyes as they adjusted to the dim light filtering through the window. It took him a moment to remember where he was and what had happened last night... but when it all came flooding back, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Marcus was still there beside him, asleep and looking even more angelic in the dim light than he had before.
Graves contemplated waking him up, asking if they could... well, repeat what they'd done last night, but then again... maybe it was better to leave things as they were. Perhaps this strange new connection between them didn't need to be physical every time. After all, he had a job to do, and Marcus... well, Marcus had duties too.
Marcus woke up without any problems, and quickly met Phillip's gaze. Seeing him awake, he hugged the man's hips tighter, bringing them closer together. "How did you sleep... my dear Phillip?" he asked softly, his voice deep and slightly husky.
"Very well... thank you." Phillip said with a slight blush, unable to hide the truth behind his words. The idea of sleeping with Marcus again last night had been on his mind ever since he'd woken up. But he also knew that they couldn't always be together like this, that there were other things they both needed to focus on... besides each other.
His gaze traveled over the angel for a moment before looking away, cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment. "We should probably get going soon..." he murmured, biting his bottom lip nervously. The thought of leaving Marcus and returning to his old life filled him with a strange sort of dread. But there was no other choice... at least not for now.
Marcus rose slightly, propping himself up on one elbow, placing himself lightly on top of Phillip, and took the man by the chin. "We can stay if you want," he whispered, his gaze serious and his eyes deep, looking directly at the man below. "Your wish is my command... just tell me."
The thought made Phillip's heart skip a beat; he felt an instant surge of hope course through him. "R-Really?" he stammered out. He knew that Marcus was powerful and had the ability to grant his wishes... but this? This was too good to be true. Maybe it was some sort of trick, or maybe... maybe Marcus really did want to stay with him.
"I don't want you to feel obligated though," he continued slowly, feeling himself blush even harder now. "If you have other things to do, other people to help..." His voice trailed off and he looked down at his hands, fingers twisting together nervously as he struggled for the right words.
"I just... I would really like it if you stayed." He paused, taking a deep breath before meeting Marcus's gaze once more. "If that's what you want too..."
"I am YOUR angel... my dear Phillip." Marcus said, whispering against Phillip's lips, pulling away from his face slightly. "My duty is to fulfill your wishes." His voice was soft and deep. "And with that said, I will stay by your side if that's what you truly desire...you only have to ask." He released the man's chin and tenderly cupped his cheek with his hand.
Phillip felt his heart skip another beat as he stared up at Marcus, taking in the look in those angelic eyes. For a moment, he forgot where they were and what was going on around them. It almost felt like this could be real... that perhaps there was more to their connection than just lust and physical desire. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as hope bloomed inside him, filling every inch of his body with warmth and happiness.
"Then... please..." he whispered, voice shaking slightly with emotion. "Stay." He placed a hand on Marcus's chest, savoring the feel of those strong muscles beneath his fingers. "I need you here." His gaze drifted down to the angel's lips before meeting his eyes again, his expression filled with longing and desire.
Marcus closed his eyes and gave a small bow. "As you wish, my dear Phillip," he whispered, before tenderly kissing the man's lips.
Sighing softly, Phillip melted into the angel's embrace as they kissed again. This time, it felt different; deeper and more intimate than before. His hands wandered up Marcus's chest, savoring the feel of his skin beneath his fingertips as their lips moved together in perfect harmony. When they finally pulled apart, Phillip looked up at the angel with a mixture of gratitude and desire etched on his face.
"Thank you..." he murmured hoarsely. "I don't know what I did to deserve this... but thank you." He reached out to stroke Marcus's cheek once more, unable to hide the tender smile that spread across his lips.
"So..." Marcus says softly after slowly breaking away from the kiss. "...my dear Phillip, what would you like to do now?" he asks in his soft, deep voice. He hugs the man around the waist again.
His cheeks flushed at the question and his gaze dropped to where Marcus held him, but then he looked back up into those beautiful blue eyes. A mischievous grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "Well..." he drawled, playing with the hem of Marcus's shirt as he smiled more broadly. "There's one thing we could do." He paused for a beat, waiting to see how the angel would react before adding softly, "If you're really here for me..."
As he waited for Marcus's answer, he felt his heart race and his stomach flutter with nervous anticipation. What if the angel said no? But then again... what harm could it possibly do to ask? It was worth a try.
Marcus took Phillip's hand and kissed it. "I am at your service, my dear Phillip," he said, looking straight into the man's eyes. "I will do anything you ask."
"Oh..." Phillip breathed out softly, his cheeks flushing even deeper now. For a moment he hesitated, uncertain about what exactly it was that he wanted to do. He'd never been with another man before... but somehow, being with Marcus felt different. It didn't feel wrong or dirty; it just felt right.
Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Do you think..." He paused again, eyes darting downward toward where they were joined before meeting Marcus's gaze once more. "Do you think we could... maybe take off our clothes?"
His heart felt like it was in his throat as he waited for the angel's reaction; a part of him was terrified that Marcus would say no, but another part of him couldn't help but hope against all reason.
With a movement of his hands, Marcus had them both completely naked on the bed. "What else do you want, my dear Phillip?" he asked softly. His deep eyes, fixed on the other man's, waiting to grant his next wish.
"Well..." Phillip began hesitantly, eyes drifting up and down Marcus's naked form. The angel was even more beautiful than he had been the night before; his skin seemed to glow in the dim light, and every muscle rippled beneath it. "I don't want to pressure you or anything," he said quickly, "but... if you wouldn't mind..."
He moved closer to Marcus on the bed, reaching out a tentative hand to touch the angel's chest. His fingers traced the defined muscles there, feeling their strength beneath his fingertips. It was so different from any other man he had ever been with; it made him feel bolder, more daring than he had ever thought possible.
Marcus settles into bed, allowing Phillip to exploit his body more comfortably. "I'm all yours," he says, looking at the man. "Do whatever you want with me, my dear Phillip." His voice is soft and accommodating, ready to fulfill the man's every wish.
For a moment, Phillip was at a loss for words. It was as if everything around him had faded away except for Marcus, leaving them in this perfect bubble of intimacy and desire. His heart raced as he leaned forward, pressing his lips against the angel's chest, feeling the softness of his skin beneath his mouth. He moaned into the kiss, arching his back as he let himself be consumed by the sensations coursing through him.
With shaking hands, he reached down to touch Marcus between his legs. The angel groaned at the contact, hips lifting off the bed in response. Phillip's breath came faster as he watched the effect he was having on Marcus; it made him feel powerful and wanted in a way that no other man ever had before.
As he touched Marcus, the angel arched his back and moaned softly, almost painfully. Phillip's heart raced faster at the sound, his fingers finding purchase on the other man even more roughly. He bit his lip as he watched the look of pleasure spread across Marcus's face, feeling a shiver run down his spine.
"God, you're so... beautiful," he murmured, trailing a hand down over Marcus's chest and stomach before reaching between his legs once more. He gripped the angel tightly, stroking him slowly, watching as the other man writhed beneath his touch.
"More..." Marcus panted hoarsely, arching into Phillip's hand. "I need... more of you." His voice was raw and full of need, filling Phillip with a wild mixture of desire and exhilaration.