At first Michael tensed. When he felt the gentle massage on his waist, his muscles involuntarily relaxed. He couldn't tell the exact reason but Zariel excited him; his smile was intoxicating, his smell divine. What started as a slow kiss turned into a wild chase the moment Zariel slipped his tongue past Michael's lips. They danced to an unknown rhythm with their wet smacking sounds the only audible voice in the room. Michael's hands moved recklessly in a zigzag fashion. He moaned into the kiss and rubbed all over the wizard's chest, arms, and abs. His fingers wandered lower and he grabbed the straining bulge through the thick towel fabric. Zariel grunted and lifted him up with his legs crossed on his own waist. They swirled their tongues in a blind search throughout their journey to the ma
