Brighter than stars

Butcher gave Mikey time to get used to the feeling and murmured soothingly as he slowly brushed his finger back and forth over the head of Mikey's cock.

Butcher bit his lower lip to give himself time to get his voice under control. "It will feel good. I promise." He pulled out slowly and pushed back in, hoping to hit the spot that would make it worthwhile for his partner as he started a steady rhythm for both of them.

"Prostrate," Butcher grinned, not missing a beat. "Good?" He moaned quietly at the warm, tight feeling around him. "You're so good," he whispered.

Butcher let out a shuddering breath, unable to say anything more. It was all he could do to keep his hand moving in motion in time with his hips. He watched Mikey carefully, adjusting to keep doing things that got the most positive reaction on the other man's face.

Butcher moaned, pumping a little faster as he felt warmth and pressure in his own lower body.

Butcher thrusts became a bit more erratic as he approached his climax. Mikey...

Butcher spilled into the condom a few moments later and pulled out, getting rid of the mess before holding Mikey close to him and putting his hand on the part of Mikey's wing his lover bit through.

"It's a really small chance," Butcher kissed Mikey's head. "I used a condom." He found he didn't have the energy to heal Mikey's bite mark from his wing at the moment, so he left it for later.

Butcher chuckled and adjusted his arms around his lover. "Mikey, they block the stuff that would get you pregnant."

"Promise," Butcher nuzzled his face into Mikey's hair.

"Good. It's not bad if you do it right." Butcher grinned happily. "You're good at it."

"You're good at it," Butcher repeated a little more firmly. "It's instinctual. Instinctive... However that goes." He closed his eyes and sighed happily.