Zariel rolled off him and collapsed on the side with his eyes closed and chest heaving. He laid on his back and did quick breathing sessions to calm his nerves. He couldn't quantify the amount of satisfaction and... peace he could feel. Beside him, Michael laid on his side and rested his left palm on Zariel's chest, propping his lap up so that they were entwined into each other. Zariel shot out an arm and rested it beneath Michael's head then pecked his forehead and asked softly, "Are you okay?"
Michael smiled and pinched his n****e. He caressed all over Zariel's broad chest. "I am fine. You?"
"Never been better," Zariel murmured with contentment. He looked to the side and kissed Michael's cheek. "I don't care about your past or anything that happened—" He was cut off by the redhead.
