For a moment, Balthazar cannot perceive a single thing outside of Lucifer, and the cascade of pleasure pouring between them. For a type of angel that exists to observe, that's a Hell of a thing, to cease watching suddenly and just feel. He's heard humans talk about participating in games of dominance and submission, growing focused and high on adrenaline and sinking into an altered state of consciousness. He thought he understood, but apparently he did not, until now.
The sheer force of Lucifer's essence completely shorts out his control over his vessel--though fortunately not the protections laid over it. There will be no harm, but the mortal body goes slack, held up only by the other angel's touch and glowing from within. It's a new experience for Balthazar to black out after an orgasm, too, but that's more or less what happens, just for a few blissful moments.
He comes around again cradled in wings and arms and tenderness, and he's got no idea what Lucifer just said. It's possible it was even in English, as far as Balthazar knows, and his brains are just so scrambled he's not perceiving it properly. He feels floaty, contented and safe and very much satisfied. He kisses back weakly, a soft smile on his lips.
"...what..." he breathes out dazedly, slowly piecing words together as he comes down from the climax. "What does that mean?"
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Date: 2019-08-24 02:02 am (UTC)The sheer force of Lucifer's essence completely shorts out his control over his vessel--though fortunately not the protections laid over it. There will be no harm, but the mortal body goes slack, held up only by the other angel's touch and glowing from within. It's a new experience for Balthazar to black out after an orgasm, too, but that's more or less what happens, just for a few blissful moments.
He comes around again cradled in wings and arms and tenderness, and he's got no idea what Lucifer just said. It's possible it was even in English, as far as Balthazar knows, and his brains are just so scrambled he's not perceiving it properly. He feels floaty, contented and safe and very much satisfied. He kisses back weakly, a soft smile on his lips.
"...what..." he breathes out dazedly, slowly piecing words together as he comes down from the climax. "What does that mean?"