The good news was, despite the oddity of his demonic form, it wasn't too difficult to navigate Angel's body and figure out what he liked. So far, all the obvious places seemed to work well to rile him up — the scratching against his back felt nice, and the friction of their grinding hips had him moaning continuously into their kiss.

Being genuinely asked what he liked was a rarity these days, so Angel opted to just grab a fistful of Finnick's hair and tug his head back so he could dip down and drag his teeth along the column of his neck. "Mm. I will." Once he found the words. His hand continued to stroke Finnick's cock, thumb rolling over the head. "I guess I should tell you I got a dick — it's retractable, so I don't surprise ya."