Uriel felt like..... he was stuck in the middle of heaven and hell at the same time.
Like he was floating for joy, yet also has one foot stuck in the flames of sorrow. Soaring to paradise with dragon wings, but those wings are also being burned by the lava, the explosion of all the agony he had been keeping well in his chest.
It was a good and horrible feeling.
He pulled in the one who is causing him such emotions closer, relishing the feel of his lips.
The material things can really be oh so beautiful. The texture, the heat, the sounds.... With his eyes closed, he can feel how provoking it truly was. For humans to join like this, connecting with their bodies.
It was like a helpless pull that keeps you trapped once you are within its clutches.
Prince Rome kept him locked there on the bed, as he went over on top of him and kissed lower and lower. The way he moved, it was slow, and very enchanting. Like he was dancing.
