The storm outside subsided, same as the waves of pleasure pulsing through the lovers. A slight chill pervaded the atmosphere, cooling the air.
Zariel collapsed on Michael, breathing hard, though he rested his weight on his elbows so as not to crush the boy beneath him. They stayed that way for some time, trying to catch their breaths, inhaling each other's natural scent. Zariel pulled back a bit and looked into Michael's eyes. "Are you okay?" he whispered, his breath a hot caress.
"I'm fine," Michael smiled. "That was intense."
Zariel smiled but his eyes were filled with worry. "I'm sorry. Maybe I should have been more gentle. Do you feel any pains?"
"No. I am fine. And I really didn't like you going gentle. Where is the satisfaction in that?"
"So you like rough?" Zariel chuckled
