Michael found himself once more frozen under the devious Angel. The gentle warmth of the kiss was a stark contrast to the unyielding strength the celestial being used to keep the human in place.
Sensing Michael's need for air, Isamu pulled back, letting out a low rumble of approval at the ting of scarlet that adorned the human's face. That color suited him.
"See now you're starting to listen." The words came out in a deep, husky voice as Isamu stared down at the other through hooded eyes. This human was certainly more than he bargained for but that was what made everything all that much more fun.
"You're the one who should be listening. I told you once already, you're not welcome here! Who the fuck are you to think you can just go about doing whatever you please." While another angel may have taken offense at the way Michael was cussing and snarling, Isamu found it endearing. It reminded him very much of a little puppy who had been scolded and was attempting to sass the scolder back.
Isamu leaned back slightly to take in Michael fully. The red hue that adorned his cheeks, the way he gritted his teeth in anger and frustration. The heavy rise and fall of his chest that indicated labored breathing told the angel that the anger was not just for display. Oh my. Michael the human was far more fun. There were so many things that he wanted to do, but for now, they would have to wait until he made his point.
"Oh Michael, shouldn't you know by now who I am to be doing what I want? Dear me, it would seem that this listening problem goes further than I originally thought." Isamu could feel the way that the other tensed under him as dipped his head down once more. No, this time he wouldn't be kissing the other. That would be too predictable.
"Since your ears seem to be struggling to understand what I'm saying, I wonder if there are other parts of your body that could do a better job listening." The angel pressed his nose into the crook of the other's neck, barely able to hold back a purr of satisfaction as he felt the other's body go taut as a stretched rubber band.
Damn. Who knew that a human was capable of smelling so good? Isamu's tongue instinctively darted out as the rich scent of cinnamon and vanilla filled his senses. Surely if he smelled that good, he was certain to taste the same. As the dark sensation of lust began to build, Angel's original intention began to slip into the back of his mind as carnal desire took over. The salty tang that hit his tongue wasn't entirely unwelcome, but it didn't match the sweet scent.
"You should listen to your body more than your mind Michael. It seems to better understand what I'm saying and know that I'm not here to hurt you." Well... at least not in the way he thought. A sharp, shaky intake of breath was the only response that indicated the human was listening to the celestial.
That, and something further down on his body making its presence. Michael's body was very much so a better listener compared to the human himself.
"Hmm. Don't have anything to say or have you decided to let your body do the talking for you for the time being?" Allowing himself a little celestial magic to keep the human in place, Isamu allowed one hand to trail further down the human's body.
Isamu felt his stomach clench with desire at the small cry that ripped from Michael's throat as his long fingers pressed down on the lump in his pants. The angel's lips curled into a cruel smirk as he watched Michael screw his eyes shut tightly in quiet resistance. The red hue on the human's cheeks took on a darker tone as his breathing sped up. A second touch and the human began to resist with renewed strength. The angel wasn't about to back down either, however. Isamu kept the other firmly pressed against the mattress, refusing to allow the human to arch his back.
"That's right, there's a good boy." The angel trailed gently butterfly kisses down the side of the other's neck. God, this was so much better than anything he'd indulged in back in the heavens. While the human certainly had a rebellious mouth, the same couldn't be said about his body. The honest attraction couldn't be faked. If it was, Isamu would have been able to feel it. His celestial magic would've told him right away if the human was playing him.
"Shall we try to talk once more, hm? Your body is doing such a good job listening to what mine is telling it that I can't help but wonder if your ears might be more receptive now as well." Isamu peered up from the crook of the other's neck, lips hoovering over flushed skin as his left hand remained pressed firmly against the small tent in the human's pants.
"Isamu. I think..." The words came out in a barely audible, shallow pant from the waiter's mouth. Even the Angel's ears struggled to hear. He could tell the human was trying to communicate but appeared to be struggling with whatever emotions the Angel had caused to stir up inside of him.
Michael's breath came out in short, shallow pants as sweet glistened on his face making his bangs stick to his forehead. Isamu narrowed his eyes; he could see the other's lips move, but whatever words were coming out of the human's mouth, he couldn't hear them.
"What's that?" Isamu pulled away and shifted his position so he could better read the other's lips if words failed the waiter.
What happened next was a fool's move on the Angel's fault. He, however, could hardly be blamed for allowing his ego and desire to get the better of him.
Believing that he'd finally gotten the upper hand and made the human bend to his will, Isamu lowered his guard as he leaned closer yet to Michael's mouth to hear the human's words. Even for a well-trained angel, emotions made it difficult to keep all the pieces in place where they should have been.
Too focused on listening to the human, hoping to take things further, Isamu didn't realize he'd pulled his focus away from keeping the other under his celestial strength.
"I told you, you can fuck off." One fluid, hard push using his whole body was all it took from Michael to successfully throw the angel off him, much like he'd done the night before.
Michael wholly doubted the fact that he would be able to get the angle to leave his apartment altogether. That didn't mean, however, he couldn't keep him out of his room.
As much as he would have loved to believe that resolve and strength were enough to push the angel through the door frame, the waiter was no fool. Isamu was allowing him the small victory. Too tired to contemplate the reason for this, and with the unwelcome tingle of desire coursing through his veins, Michael's only desire was to get the angel out so he could have peace.
There was a small amount of satisfaction in believing that as he slammed the door shut, it would smack the angel square in his smug face. That arrogant asshole. No wonder the heavens didn't want him or whatever was going on with him there.
The room lock inaudibly clicked into place as Michael sank back into the door. The waiter doubted it would truly keep the other out if he wanted to come back. Yet, it provided a slight amount of comfort that allowed the anxiety to seep out of his body though it was only replaced by exhaustion.
Food could wait until the next day. What he really needed was a hot bath and a year of sleep. Sleep that would hopefully help him come up with a plan to deal with the angel in the morning.