My Lord's Judgment by Taylor Law Page B

the last of his tears, he felt lighter for having
let it out. He could think again.
    His world had completely flipped on its axis
but Sammy had caught him. He'd kept his promise to not let him
fall. He’d held him and taken care of him. Nothing was what it
seemed, and nothing would ever be the same again, but he wasn’t
alone. He needed to be reminded of that. He needed life
affirmation. He needed… just needed…
    Bran lifted himself up a little, crawling
higher to reach Sam’s face. His angel was studying him, eyebrows
drawn together. Bran leaned over him, whispered “Samael” against
his lips before capturing the man’s mouth with his own.
    The kiss was not gentle or sweet. It was
wild, and rough and perfect, and Sam gave as good as he got. They
grabbed at each other - frantic hands searching, squeezing, pulling
each other closer - attempting to climb into one another’s bodies.
It wasn’t enough.
    Bran had been flipped onto his back once more
in the frenzy, groaning as Sam’s weight landed atop him. Yes . “Please. I need you Sammy.”
    Sam pulled back and looked at him in
confusion, and Brandon didn’t wait for permission before reaching
between them and fisting the man’s enticing erection. Those dark
blue eyes closed and he moaned deep in his throat, thrusting a few
times. Bran let go and pushed him onto his back, grabbing the lube
and crawling between his legs.
    He slicked up one hand and brought it around
behind him to his hole, relishing the burn as he unceremoniously
thrust two fingers inside. Using his other hand, he balanced
himself enough to lean down and drag his tongue up the shaft of his
lover, watching as his balls drew up and his cock waved hello.
    “Oh!” Samael, who had been watching him,
reclining on his elbows, fell back on the bed and closed his
eyes.
    Sam was so hard, his foreskin had withdrawn
and the head was almost purple with blood. Bran licked at a bead of
pre-cum on the tip, dipping his tongue in the slit a few times
searching for more, before using his lips to nibble at whatever
skin was left around the glans. He relished the sounds that Sammy
made. The man’s hands were scrambling for something to hold on to
and his panting had turned into a breathy “Ha, ha, ha,” sound that
Bran loved.
    The whole time, Bran was fucking himself with
his fingers, preparing himself for what was to come. He added a
third finger before using the flat of his tongue on his lover’s
frenulum, laving the bundle of nerves on the underside of the
head.
    Then he stopped, waiting until his Sammy
looked at him. Reminding him where he was and who he was with;
verifying it for himself in the process. He needed their connection
right now, more than he did the act. When Sam looked up, Brandon
sucked the whole cock into his mouth. The half groan, half shout
made him pull back though. He didn’t want it to be over before
they’d even started.
    Bran was about ready anyway, and in the end,
impatience won.
    Removing his fingers, he turned around to dig
through the bedside table, coming back with a condom. He opened the
packaging with his teeth, pulled it out, and rolled it down his
lover’s long, thick shaft, before coated it with more lube. When he
was satisfied with his work, he crawled up his man’s body like a
cat stalking its prey, taking his mouth in a feral kiss while
straddling his hips.
    He leaned back, high on his knees, and
reached under himself to place the cock where he wanted it. As it
touched his hole, he looked directly at Samael. The man’s pupils
were so dilated that they almost took over his irises completely,
making them look black. He saw confusion and desire in their
depths. Continuing to hold Sam’s gaze, he sat back, relaxing to
take him inside. As the first ring of muscles released, Sammy
grunted and jerked his hips, pushing a few more inches in and
causing Bran to moan.
    “Brandon?” Samael panted out, eyes wide.
    “Feels so good... Oh god… You feel so good.”
    Bran rocked