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As soon as the school bell rang, Miel Kim was out of the classroom in a flash, his heart racing for one reason, and one reason only. He wasn't heading to the library for books, not even to use the computer. No, he was hurrying — his long legs carrying him swiftly — to claim the seat by the window, the perfect spot where he could quietly watch Anwar Jeon, the scholarship student who worked part-time at the library.
Luck was definitely on Miel's side today; the seat was still vacant. He paused for a moment to take a deep breath, careful not to make any noise as he settled down to his chair. From his spot, he had a clear view of the counter where Anwar stood. Miel's heart leaped with joy. There Anwar was, glasses perched on his nose, quietly scanning book after book.
A soft giggle escaped Miel. He might have been an angel disguised as a human, but no divine intervention could stop his heart from falling for a mortal like Anwar Jeon.
Miel had been living as a human for almost two years now, ever since the heavens had placed him on Earth with a mission he barely remembered anymore. The first thing he had done upon his arrival was enroll as a college freshman to blend in. Now a sophomore, he could finally say he was comfortably adjusted to human life — or at least as much as an angel without wings could manage.
And this was partly thanks to Anwar Jeon.
He met Anwar the previous year, back when he was just a clueless first-year, or more accurately, a clueless pretend human. Friends didn’t come to him right away, but with his conventionally handsome features, people eventually began gravitating toward him.
Their first interaction had been entirely unremarkable. Anwar, a year older, was manning the registration section during the freshmen orientation. Miel, still fumbling with human customs, needed help with something trivial. Anwar had assisted him, just as he did for every other student, and Miel had expressed his thanks before moving along.
Later that day, however, fate decided to intervene. A group of older female students had cornered Miel, flirting and bombarding him for his number. Caught off-guard and utterly clueless about how to react, he froze. Just then, Anwar happened to pass by; he stepped in and firmly scolded the group for harassing a freshman.
Miel had turned to Anwar, who stood there looking as cold and stern as his thick glasses made him seem. “Thank you,” he had managed. Anwar only merely nodded in before walking away, leaving Miel with a faint sense of awe.
From that day on, Miel found himself drawn to the older student. At first, it was harmless curiosity — an angel only studying a mortal. But the curiosity soon morphed into something more intense, bordering on obsessive. He couldn’t stop observing Anwar and his every move, trying to understand the strange pull he felt.
And then, one day, it hit him: the concept of infatuation, something he’d only recently begun to grasp, applied perfectly to what he felt. It was no longer just admiration or fascination. Now, as Miel sat quietly watching Anwar from his spot by the window, he could finally admit it to himself. He wasn’t just infatuated.
He was silently falling in love with Anwar Jeon.
After finishing his usual routine at the library, Miel headed to the cafeteria to meet his friend, Stewart Kwon. Sure enough, Stewart was already there, sitting at one of the tables and waving at him with an amused smile. The moment Miel sat down, Stewart smirked teasingly.
“Let me guess,” Stewart said with a knowing tone. “You went to the library again?”
“Stop guessing when you already know,” Miel replied, pouting as he crossed his arms.
“When will you approach your guy?” Stewart pressed.
“I don’t know,” Miel admitted, shaking his head. “It’s not like he knows me personally.”
“Of course, he wouldn’t, when you wouldn’t even come up to him to introduce yourself,” Stewart shot back, rolling his eyes.
Miel sighed, resting his chin on his hand. As much as he hated to admit it, Stewart had a point — he was utterly hopeless when it came to Anwar Jeon.
...
A few days later, Miel found himself cornered by Stanley Choi, an upperclassman from his department. “Miel, I badly need your help. We need a model for our photography class.”
“W-What? M-Model?” Miel blinked, taken aback.
Stanley sighed. “Jeremy got chickenpox. We really need a model for our class project.”
“But… I don’t know if I can…” Miel hesitated, fidgeting.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Stanley assured him. “It’s just us and our professor who’ll see it.”
Miel bit his lip, unsure, but after a bit more coaxing, he eventually agreed to help. That Saturday, he arrived at Stanley’s makeshift studio on campus, nerves swirling in his chest. As Stanley explained the concept of the shoot, Miel couldn’t help but laugh softly at the irony. The theme? Angels.
“I don’t think we dress like this in heaven…” Miel murmured to himself, shaking his head as he eyed the costume. It came complete with flowing robes and feathery wings that strapped awkwardly to his back.
“Miel? Why?” Stanley asked, glancing at him while adjusting the camera.
“Oh, nothing…” Miel replied quickly, his smile sheepish as he slipped into the costume.
The shoot began, and Miel did his best to follow Stanley’s instructions, posing against the 'heaven' backdrop. His movements were awkward at first, but he eventually got into it, the wings swaying slightly with each shift.
Just as Stanley called for a quick break, the door to the studio creaked open.
“Stanley, here’s the—”
The voice froze Miel in place.
There, standing in the doorway, was Anwar Jeon, a box of props in his arms and a look of mild surprise flashing across his face when he noticed Miel in full costume.
“Oh,” Anwar said after a moment, his gaze unreadable. “I didn’t know you’re having a shoot today.”
Stanley waved him in. “It’s fine. Thank you for coming, bro. I also need some help with the lighting.”
Anwar stepped inside, placing the box on a nearby table. Miel, meanwhile, struggled to keep his composure, acutely aware of Anwar’s presence.
‘What’s Anwar doing here?’
“He’s your model?” Anwar asked, glancing briefly at Miel as he adjusted the wires on one of the lights.
“Yup! So thankful for Miel,” Stanley quickly answered.
Miel’s cheeks flushed as Anwar’s gaze lingered on him for just a second too long.
“Nice costume,” Anwar remarked, his tone flat but his eyes holding a faint hint of amusement.
“Oh, thank you...” Miel stammered, his fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of his robe.
“Alright, break’s over!” Stanley clapped his hands. “Miel, back to position. Anwar, can you hold the reflector for me?”
As Miel stepped back into the spotlight, Anwar moved closer, holding the reflector at an angle to catch the light. Anwar stood a bit too close, causing Miel's heart to race in a flurry.
“Relax your arms, Miel,” Stanley instructed.
Miel tried, but the heat of Anwar’s gaze — professional as it seemed — was doing nothing to help.
“Like this.”
Before he could react, Anwar reached out, his fingertips brushing against Miel’s shoulders to guide them into position. Though the touch lasted only a second or two, it sent jolts of panic and something deeper through Miel’s body.
“Just like that...” Anwar said, nodding. Miel breathed stiffly, unable to reply cohesively.
The rest of the session passed in a blur of awkward poses and fleeting glances. Every time Miel dared to meet Anwar’s eyes, he found them intense, and perhaps, curious.
As the shoot wrapped up, Stanley thanked both of them, oblivious to Miel's internal struggling.
“Good job, Miel,” Anwar said casually as he gathered the lighting equipment. “You actually look like an angel.”
Miel’s heart skipped.
‘What?’
“Oh...” Miel managed, shaking his head, his voice trailing off as Anwar’s lips curled into the faintest hint of a smile.
...
A few days later, exams had Miel so swamped with studying that he found himself pulling all-nighters just to keep up. He hadn't been able to visit the library either — not that it mattered much, since he never found it as student-friendly. Besides, his trips there were mostly an excuse to catch glimpses of Anwar.
That night, well past midnight, Miel decided he needed some energy boost. With his hoodie and flip-flops, he stepped out of his dorm and headed toward the nearby convenience store. Outside was eerily quiet, but Miel soldiered on.
As he passed through an empty street, a strange, nagging feeling crept over him, that someone, or something, was following him. He stopped and turned to scan the dimly lit road, but nothing. He shrugged it off and continued walking, though unease slowly clung to him like a shadow.
Then it happened again. That prickling goosebumps at the back of his neck. He spun around quickly this time, but the road remained empty. His heartbeat quickened. He then picked up his pace, trying to dismiss his paranoia, but the sound of hurried footsteps only magnified his terror.
Now panicking, he turned to run, but before he could take another step, something hard struck the back of his head. A hard, sharp pain spread as his vision blurred, and the last thing he saw before his world faded to black was the ground rushing up to meet him.
...
Miel woke up to a throbbing pain in his head, his senses sluggish as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. His wrists were bound tightly behind him, and he lay on a cold mattress. The room around him was dim, almost suffocating, with no light filtering in except for a faint flicker of a red-tinted bulb hanging overhead.
“Where am I?” he whispered shakily over the pounding of his heart. Panic quickly settled in as he realized — he’d just been kidnapped. The sound of footsteps outside the door made his breath hitch. It sprung open, and his stomach dropped when he saw who stepped inside.
“A-Anwar?” his throat tightened in disbelief.
Anwar Jeon stood in the doorway, his usual stern demeanor replaced with something darker and unhinged. His lips tugged into a menacing smile as he leaned against the door frame, his gaze fixed on Miel.
“Sorry about that,” Anwar softly spoke, laced with a sinister tone.
Miel squinted his eyes, struggling to comprehend the situation. “What are you doing here? Why did you—"
“Kidnap you?” Anwar finished for him. “Miel, I didn't kidnap you. In fact, I rescued you.”
“R-Rescue?! What the hell are you saying? Let me out of here!”
“And why would I do that?” Anwar retorted, stepping closer with each word. The intensity of his sticky gaze made Miel squirm, though he couldn’t move much with his hands tied. “I waited for you at the library... But you weren’t there…”
Miel’s eyes widened in shock. Anwar had been watching him the entire time as much as he did watch him. “Why are you doing this to me, Anwar? What did I do to you?”
“You think I wouldn’t notice?” Anwar answered confidently. “You’re just so good at pretending. You’re living here, acting like one of us…”
“… But you’re not human, right?”
Miel froze, his blood turning cold. “H-Huh? W-What do you mean?”
Anwar chuckled darkly, folding down to meet Miel’s fearful eyes. “You should stop acting now, Miel. I’ve seen it—the way you glow, even when you try to hide it. You’re not human.”
Miel shook his head frantically, trying to deny it. “You’re crazy!”
Anwar’s smile widened, but there was no warmth in it whatsoever. “You’re an angel, Miel. You can’t fool me. I’ve been observing you for months. Everything you do, it's so... mesmerizing... like you’re not meant to exist here in this tainted world."
Miel’s heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst out of his chest. He tried to scoot away, but Anwar caught his chin, forcing him to look up.
“I knew it from the moment I saw you,” Anwar murmured, his thumb brushing against Miel’s jaw. “You don’t belong here in the mortal world, Miel… That’s why I’m trapping you here with me. Because I don't want anyone to see what I see...”
“Anwar, please...” Miel’s voice broke, his face now painted with fear. “You’re wrong, I’m not—"
“Don’t fucking lie to me!” Anwar snapped, his grip tightening just enough to make Miel flinch. His anger melted almost instantly, replaced by a twisted sort of care. “I won’t hurt you, Miel. I won't hurt something as beautiful as you.”
Miel’s breath hitched as Anwar leaned closer, his eyes scanning every inch of his face. “Just be here with me, angel...”
Miel’s tears started falling, each one weighing more than the last. The man in front of him, Anwar Jeon, was the same person he had been crushing on for months, the one who’d lived in his innocent daydreams. But standing there, Anwar was nothing like the guy Miel had admired from afar. Anwar's gaze was dark and unsettling, empty of any of the charm Miel had once imagined. The truth hit him hard and straight: Anwar was also the one who’d been watching him in secret, and now, he had Miel trapped in a nightmare of his own making.
Anwar yanked the drawer open to snatch a pair of large, razor-sharp scissors. Without wasting his time, he started cutting through Miel’s hoodie, the fabric easily tearing away.
“Don’t move,” Anwar muttered as he sliced through Miel’s clothes. When he finally reached Miel’s shorts, Anwar stopped, his gaze fixed in surprise as he caught sight of Miel’s underwear.
“Wait, you—" he stammered, his words trailing off in disbelief. “Fuck, you have a pussy?! Fuck, this just keeps getting more interesting!”
“P-Please stop, Anwar...” Miel pleaded, closing his legs tightly to hide himself. But this didn't stop Anwar to cut the lace of Miel's panty.
Anwar squeezed the underwear, and smirked when he felt some dampness. “You’re already this wet for me, angel?”
“Please...” Miel's voice trembled, tears streaming down his face as he gazed at Anwar. “Anwar... Untie me, please...”
Anwar sighed dramatically, a playful pout forming on his lips. “Not yet, angel.” He leaned in closer to lick Miel's lip. "I promise you, tonight... I'll make it worth your while..."
“... Now sit properly.”
Afraid of what harm Anwar might do to him, Miel immediately sat up, his body trembling with fear. Anwar quickly took off his pants and boxers before pointing his swollen tip near Miel's mouth.
“Here you go. Don't be shy.”
Miel took the deepest breath of his life, and for a second or two, stared at Anwar's huge cock, its veins clearly pumping through its skin.
"It’s huge, right? Lick and suck it, angel."
The angel looked up doe-eyed, his mouth slowly opening to stick his tongue out. This prompted Anwar to glide his tip down on Miel's tongue, the latter instantly responding with his slow kitten licks.
“Fuck! You’re making me crazy! Just like that, angel!”
Miel's hands were tied, so instead, he tried to maneuver using his face to slide his tongue down to the length, then to the balls, where his mouth sucked them whole, making Anwar groan in pleasure.
“You’re a fucking natural!”
A minute or two later, Miel returned to the tip to sip the precum coming out of it. This was his first time seeing a penis in person, not to mention, tasting it. Though he was screaming at his own mind to hate this, his body seemed to had gone rogue, responding to this instead with the carnal heat slowly radiating out of his body.
Growing impatient, Anwar gripped Miel's head firmly to hold it, taking control as he began fucking into his mouth.
Miel immediately gagged as Anwar's thrusts grew harsher, his throat straining to take in the intruder, yet Anwar showed no sign of slowing down. He let his tip touch and hit the back of Miel's throat.
“Your mouth’s fucking hot, Miel! Tighter!”
Now drooling, Miel closed his eyes, silently pleading for a moment to catch his breath amidst that intensity.
A few minutes later and Anwar's breath caught up to him as he was nearing. “I’m fucking close!”
And quickly, Anwar's hip twitched as he pumped his cum out, straight into Miel's mouth. He came so much that when he pulled out, Miel's mouth was leaking cum, struggling to keep them in his mouth.
“Swallow it all, angel.”
Tears welled at the corners of Miel's eyes as he forced himself to swallow Anwar's thick, bitter semen. He coughed sharply afterward, gasping for air and his chest heaving. Before he could fully recover, Anwar's hand ruffled his hair, a soft chuckle escaping him.
“Good job, angel,” Anwar murmured with a sly grin, leaning down to press a possessive kiss against Miel's trembling lips. Miel had once imagined what it might be like to kiss Anwar, but never in his wildest dreams had he envisioned it happening while bound and with his body abused and violated.
Anwar hummed in satisfaction as he pressed deeper, sucking on Miel's tongue. As the heat between them was gradually building up, Miel sank back onto the bed with Anwar following him down. Hovering above, Anwar let his lips trail away from Miel’s, planting slow and wet kisses along his face and down to his neck.
His gaze dropped to Miel’s chest, zeroing in on the pink buds that stood out against his skin. His lips curled into a grin before bending down, licking his lips in anticipation. He then captured one nipple between his teeth, nibbling and sucking it while his thumb circled and rolled over the other.
"A-Ah! Ah!" Miel whimpered, his body arching slightly from his sensitive nipples being mauled lewdly.
“Even your breasts are calling me,” Anwar murmured huskily. “And I think they need some milking.” He sealed his lips around the nub again, sucking harder this time, the loud slurping sound echoing in the air as Miel writhed beneath him.
“S-Stop t-this, p-please...” Miel tried to beg again, but his body betrayed him, responding in a way he couldn't control.
“But you look like you're enjoying this...” Anwar chuckled, clearly amused, before disregarding Miel's plea entirely and continuing his attention on the now-swollen nipples.
Once Anwar was satisfied with the marks he left all over Miel’s chest, he moved lower, his attention now focused on the flower between Miel's legs.
“Spread your legs for me, angel.”
Miel shook his head, pressing his inner thighs together in protest, but Anwar was having none of it. Instead, he forcefully parted them, so wide that even the folds on that cunt got separated, completely exposing Miel's quivering entrance.
“Why are you so shy when your pussy's already this wet?” Anwar teased as he wiped two of his fingers along the slit, drawing a faint whimper from Miel.
"Nngg... P-Please..." Miel softly cried.
“Shh, don't cry... I’ll make you feel good,” Anwar said in his untethered expression. "Tell me, have you been fucked by a human?"
“Anwar, please...”
Anwar ignored Miel's cries again by just answering his own question. “Well, I'll just assume you're still a virgin. Fuck, a virgin angel?!”
Miel kept crying, his eyes shut tight, gradually surrendering the last of his freedom.
“I fucking told you to stop crying!” Anwar suddenly snapped at him, making Miel bite his lip to stifle his sobs. Without warning, Anwar placed two fingers near Miel's lips, forcing them open. “Suck on this first.”
Miel, already resigned, complied. He parted his lips and diligently sucked on Anwar's fingers for a few seconds before Anwar withdrew them and shifted his attention back to Miel's pussy.
“I'll loosen you up a bit. This will be good, I promise.”
There, Anwar slowly inserted his fingers, pushing them inch by inch inside of Miel and the latter immediately cried out as soon as he felt the breach inside his flesh.
“A-Ah! Ah!”
Anwar found himself overwhelmed by just his fingers. He didn't expect Miel to be this tight that he felt his cock was growing hard again, anticipating to fuck this hole. But he didn't want to hurry. He wanted to take his time before taking over an angel's virgin pussy.
So, while he moved his fingers in and out of Miel, he leaned his mouth closer. There, he decided to use his tongue to tease Miel's clit by rolling around it, flicking it until it protruded. Miel's moans suddenly grew louder, feeling sensations he hadn't felt before. This was all new to him. Anwar was basically now devouring him alive and this made his sanity slowly slipping away.
“A-Ah! Nngg! Nngg!”
Anwar persisted: his tongue now flitting the dangling clit and licking the folds in between, not to mention, his fingers were pressing and hitting that sweet spot inside. Miel's eyes rolled back, his body shuddering in response. He could no longer handle the intenseness.
“A-Ah! S-Stop! P-Please!”
A second or two later, Miel let out a loud groan as his whole body jolted. Anwar, his mouth now wet, pulled back and laughed. “See? You just came from just my mouth!”
“C-Can w-we s-stop?!”
“But we’re not yet done!”
Anwar finally jumped onto the bed, pulling Miel's body to lie in front of him as he wrapped his arms around him from behind.
“Hurry up. Spread your legs some more.”
“A-Anwar, please...”
“Hurry up!” Anwar voiced, now agitated.
Miel parted his legs to expose his dripping pussy again. Anwar rested his chin on Miel's shoulder as his hands travelled down to Miel's cunt, where he proceeded to rub Miel's clit, making the latter moan right away.
“See? You also want this,” Anwar pointed out, his fingers slapping the protruding, sensitive clit. He tried to utilize his other hand by pushing his fingers in and out of the hole and these stimulations were now too much for Miel.
“Nngg... Ah...” the angel sobbed, his body reacting the opposite. “L-Let me g-go, p-please...”
“You don't hear this, angel?” Anwar whispered to let the wet sounds echo around the room. While at it, he buried his face on the side of Miel's neck, nibbling and biting it. Meanwhile, Miel's hips involuntarily bucked, meeting Anwar's finger thrusts. He was fully aware what his body was doing, but he was too weak to resist.
The pleasure was already consuming him.
“Nngg! Ah! Ah! Ah!” Miel screamed out. His body trembled as he came again, his juices pouring out of him, leaving his cunt numb and sensitive.
After that, Anwar positioned Miel to lie down again while he sat across from him. He couldn't help but chuckle at Miel's dazed expression, watching as the other seemed to break down before him.
“Angel...” Anwar reached out to caress Miel's cheek with his thumb. “... Let me show you what heaven truly feels like.”
Miel was too overwhelmed to grasp what was coming next. But the moment he saw Anwar stroking his own cock, smirking down at him, reality hit him like a bolt.
“W-Wait!” Miel yelled. He had barely managed to handle sucking it earlier, in fact it had nearly choked him. Now, the thought of that monstrous thing entering him sent panic through his veins.
“Oh, don't worry, angel,” Anwar purred with a wicked grin. "It’ll fit."
Before Miel could muster a reaction, Anwar roughly spread his legs once more, pressing the tip of his cock against the tight, unprepared entrance. Getting too excited, Anwar moved too quickly, to a painful scrape that left Miel's sensitive flesh bleeding.
“Ah!!!” Miel screamed so loud his ears rang. While Miel was sobbing hard, Anwar only pushed even further, until he finally managed to enter his whole length.
“Fuck! Your pussy’s fucking hot!!!" Anwar laughed out loud, his arousal now at an all-time high. He wasted no time and he began thrusting, forcing Miel to whimper helplessly against the sheets.
Anwar's hands clamped firmly around Miel's waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pushed even deeper. The sound of their bodies slamming filled the room, each slap of skin against skin turning him on more and more.
To silence Miel's muffled cries beneath him, Anwar bent down for a possessive kiss. While doing so, he pried Miel's mouth open before spitting a good load of saliva in it. Miel had no choice but to accept it, where it settled on his mouth for a few seconds to mingle with his own saliva, before swallowing it for Anwar to see.
“Fucking whore!”
Anwar continued fucking Miel in missionary for a few more minutes before he decided to shift things up. But before he did, he gripped on Miel's neck tight while staring at him intensely, causing Miel to half-choke.
“I’ll untie you now. Make a sudden move, or I'll do so much worse,” Anwar threatened the other. With Miel's soft nod and his terrified face, Anwar pulled out and grabbed his scissors again to cut the rope on Miel's wrists. Contrary to Anwar's suspicion, Miel was far too weak to resist. His hands were finally free from their restraints, yet no matter how hard he tried, his body refused to move.
“Come on, ride me,” Anwar ordered coolly, his grip firm as he pulled Miel by the arm. Miel winced, biting his lip against the sharp sting in his hands as he awkwardly struggled to position himself on Anwar's lap. Not to worsen Anwar's mood, Miel took the initiative and guided the other's cock back to his pussy, slowly inserting it inside of him again.
“Nngg...” Miel moaned faintly to the pain from inside.
“Move, angel.”
Though Miel was entirely new to this ordeal, his body seemed to move on instinct as he began bouncing on Anwar's lap. Anwar, enthralled by the sight, matched Miel's riding with his powerful pounding, each one sending tremors through Miel's body.
“I wish you can see yourself right now, begging for my cock to consume you like this…” Anwar whispered, his smirk dark and taunting. Miel, unaware of how his resistance was slipping away, wore an increasingly fucked-out expression, his face betraying just how lost he was becoming.
Anwar pressed his thumb against Miel's lips, gently prying them open. This time, Miel understood and obediently took the thumb into his mouth, his gaze locking with Anwar's as he began to suck.
“Good boy!” Anwar laughed throatily. To stimulate the other even more, he reached on Miel's clit and began rubbing it. This immediately intensified Miel's pleasure to a hundred.
“Mmmm!!!” Miel whimpered with his eyes closed, his moans being muffled by Anwar's thumb.
“I’m gonna come inside you!”
“Nngg! Nngg!” Miel tried to shake his head but what could he do when Anwar was now all over his body: on his mouth, on his clit, on his pussy?
“I’ll breed you over and over… and over… fuck!”
Finally, Anwar released his cum deep inside Miel, the latter shuddering as he felt Anwar's cock twitching. A thick load spilled out as Anwar pumped every drop into him, the excess beginning to seep out of Miel's pussy.
When Anwar pulled out, more of it dripped out down to Miel's thighs. Overwhelmed and flushed, Miel collapsed onto the bed, lying on his back with his legs spread wide, allowing the cum to continue spilling from him in a messy stream.
But Anwar wasn’t finished yet, not quite. Before Miel could regain his composure, Anwar swiftly moved closer, crouching down just inches from Miel's mouth. And before Miel could react, Anwar forcefully grabbed his chin to open his mouth up to thrust directly in his mouth.
A few minutes later, it was Anwar's turn to lie down, and there, he instructed Miel to sit on his face, where Miel proceeded to move up and down while Anwar's mouth and tongue worked rigorously to fuck and devour that wet hole.
“Nngg! Nngg!”
Miel wanted to stop this insanity, but his body didn't want to. Anwar eating his pussy senseless felt so fucking good that he trembled and came... and he squirted on top of it.
They went through several more rounds, with Anwar making sure they tried every position imaginable until they both ran dry. He took Miel from every angle—sideways, doggy style, standing up, and prone bone—exploring every corner of the room as the night went on.
They ended in their final position, with Miel on top, his body leaning against Anwar's as the latter thrust upwards. As soon as Anwar's now clear semen came out, Miel's body shivered as he also reached his climax.
The two took a moment to catch their breath, Anwar gently lifting Miel's chin to look into his eyes.
“Anwar, s-stop...” Miel whispered, exhausted.
“Alright,” Anwar nodded. “Let’s do it again tomorrow.”
He carefully adjusted their positions, settling Miel comfortably beside him. Miel, too tired to stay awake, passed out before Anwar could even change him into fresh clothes. Anwar watched him sleep for a few moments, then whispered into the still air, his smirk growing.
“I won this time, angel...” he murmured.
“... A devil won this time.”