Balthazar whimpered at the low promise in Benny’s voice, the sound breaking into a moan as another targeted pulse of water breached his entrance and the finger inside him curled just right. His hips rocked helplessly between the steady pressure on his clit and the thick digit pumping into his slick heat, wings shuddering and shedding droplets with every twitch. Grace flared hotter through their bond, feeding back waves of Benny’s own rising hunger, and Balthazar’s head tipped back against the vampire’s shoulder as he choked out, “Need one of these in the house—fuck, Benny, right there.”

Benny’s chuckle rumbled dark and pleased against Balthazar’s spine, the hand at his hip sliding lower to spread him wider for the relentless spray. “Oh yeah,” he murmured, nipping lightly at the angel’s neck. “Or more than one, if we have more than one bathroom. Gonna fuck you against every last room once we’re out of this place.” He angled the shower head again, letting the water drum directly over Balthazar’s swollen clit while he added a second finger, stretching the clenching walls of his cunt with slow, deliberate thrusts that dragged a fresh, broken cry from the angel’s throat. Feathers brushed Benny’s chest as Balthazar arched, slick coating the vampire’s knuckles and mingling with the hot cascade of water, their shared pleasure pulsing brighter with every shared heartbeat and gasp.

Benny’s grip tightened as he withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the blunt head of his cock, pushing into Balthazar’s slick heat with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a shattered moan from the angel’s throat. The water still pulsed against Balthazar’s clit, amplifying every inch as Benny sank deeper, filling him completely while the shared grace flared white-hot between them. Balthazar’s wings flared wide, water flying from trembling feathers as he rocked back to meet each thrust, the vampire’s hand returning to work his swollen bud in tight circles that had pleasure cresting fast and fierce. “Fuck, yes—Benny,” Balthazar gasped, clenching around the thick length inside him, the bond humming with Benny’s own building release until they came together in a rush of shuddering heat, slick and water mixing as Balthazar’s grace pulsed outward in a wave of pure sensation.

They stayed locked like that for long moments, Benny’s arms steady around him as the aftershocks faded, before gently easing free and adjusting the shower head to rinse them both clean. Benny’s hands moved over Balthazar’s skin with surprising tenderness, washing away the evidence of their coupling while the angel leaned back into him, wings slowly folding. Once rinsed, Benny shut off the water and reached for towels, drying Balthazar’s hair and feathers with careful pats before they moved into the bedroom to dress. Back in soft clothes, they settled onto the couch, Balthazar curling against Benny’s side with a contented sigh.

“So, we’ve established old stone and wood, and by the water, and more than one bathroom with those naughty small shower heads. What else? The more I know, the easier it will be to make it. And where?”

Veils of Purgatory: Forged Connections