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Ray gasped and writhed, one of Sand's hands pushing fingers deep inside him and the other wrapped around his throat. It was arousing, knowing you were completely at the mercy of a being who could and your life in a second but knowing you were safe in their arms. It was the stuff of fantasies. There was just one thing that would make the experience.
"You're angel-adjacent, do you have wings?" Ray asked.
"I can." Sand paused his movements. "I can take on any shape I choose. Would you like to see?"
Ray nodded. Wings black as night unfolded from Sand's back as he brushed against his prostate. Ray arched his back and cried out as they pressed against his back. “Oh my god, this is heaven.”
“Shall I make it a little more hellish?” Sand's voice was playful. He shifted his grip on his neck, causing him to gasp as air was cut off, and his cock twitched.
Ray moaned, “Oh god.” He wrapped his arms around Sand's neck, holding his breath, as Sand pushed deep into him. "Please, you have to fuck me."
Sand chuckled. "Oh, I'm just getting started."
Ray panted as Sand pulled his fingers out, “By the way, you never told me who’s name I should be moaning.”
“Sand.”
“Like the Sandman?” Ray giggled. "The fairytale? Aren't you going to sing me to sleep?"
Sand rolled his eyes and thrust his hips down against Ray's ass. “Sleep is for the dead.”
Ray sighed and buried his face in Sand's neck, savoring the feeling of his hands sliding over his body. “Sometimes I wish I was dead. Alcoholism, drugs, it all kills eventually.”
Sand's grip tightened and Ray could feel Sand harden inside him. “You’re not going to die today.”
Ray moaned, rolling his hips to meet the reaper's thrust. "I know, I've made a deal with the Grim Reaper to not off myself, I just…” Ray trailed off, the clawing, aching void of sadness filling his mind once again.
Then he felt lips and tongue dragging across his hip bone, tracing his tattoo. Ray groaned, snapping out of his haze. Sand looked him deep in the eyes. “Whenever you feel yourself slipping again, I want you to think about this. About me. This moment, right here, right now. That is what matters. That’s what you should cling to. That is why you are alive. Your life is precious, and you are more than the pain.”
Sand wiped Ray’s tears from his face. Ray hadn’t even realized he had started crying. Ray wrapped his arms around Sand, holding on to him like a lifeline. “Say you’re here to save me.” Ray said, his voice hoarse.
“I am. You are not alone.”
“Then, don’t leave me.”
“You are safe with me.” Sand pushed the words through Ray's skull as he released inside Ray. Ray shuddered in response, tightening his hold on Sand as he came.
They remained like that for some time, neither moving. Sand's arms still circled Ray's waist, Ray's still gripping his neck. Finally, Sand pushed Ray off of him and rose, stretching out the stiffness in his joints.
“I have to go now.”
“Wait, Sand, please-“ Ray’s voice was desperate but weary from exhaustion.
“Duty calls. You rest now.” Sand pulled the covers over Ray and brushed his fingers over his eyes to close them.
“Sandman.” Ray muttered belligerently.
Ray woke later that afternoon to a single black feather lying on his pillow.