Stolen Hours on Earth
"You know we don't have much time, right?"
"Yeah..."
It was too late for a day-use room, and staying the full night would tip off Baby Angel. No matter what, two guys pulling an all-nighter would raise eyebrows. We had to be home before midnight. The sun was just dipping below the horizon, leaving us only four or five hours.
I slipped out of the house without a word to Baby Angel. Making up some excuse would have felt more suspicious. Anzelli, led by my hand, quietly followed along.
- Creeeak... thud.
We headed straight for the convenience store first. Sure, motels provide free condoms, but they're usually crappy quality, just like anything complimentary. But Anzelli stopped me.
"Um... angels really have a hard time getting pregnant..."
"You saying we go raw?"
"W-well, we did it raw the first time anyway... You don't have to worry...?"
"For real?"
"W-why would I lie about this...!"
Anzelli, unused to such topics, squeezed out the words with her eyes squeezed shut. I nodded and headed to the nearest motel.
Maybe because it was dinnertime? Or a weekend with no vacancies expected? Luckily, we found a room right away.
Anzelli, embarrassed, didn't drop her perception impairment, staying invisible to others. No big deal. Two guys sharing a room might look odd, but one guy renting solo? Totally normal.
"Uh, could I get an extra bedsheet?"
"Bedsheet?"
"Yes."
"Oh, sure. One sec..."
- Rustle.
Thankfully, they handed it over without fuss. If it were the owner at the counter, they might refuse sometimes, but this guy was probably just part-time help.
This sheet would double as a blanket. Unlike sheets, comforters often get changed just once a week—usually Mondays after the weekend rush. Meaning the one in the room right now was highly likely to have some invisible "traces" from previous guests. No way was I rolling around with Anzelli on that filth.
Bedsheets, on the other hand, get swapped immediately after guests leave. Post-couple sheets are soaked and crusted with unspeakable fluids—not reusable. Plus, they're thin enough to wash frequently.
- Click. Thud.
Anzelli and I entered the room. Standard motel fare—nothing special. Instead of gawking around, I focused on Anzelli, who was surely frozen stiff. This was only her second time; I wanted to take it slow, ease her nerves.
If she hadn't pressed her chest against my back like she was showing it off while hugging me.
- Squeeze.
"...Chanyoung, you showered before heading out, right? I-I washed up at home too..."
As Anzelli said, I'd rinsed off my sweat-soaked body after my romp with Chris. She'd showered too, apparently. Our house had more than one bathroom.
No stench when I'd hugged her in my room moments ago.
"We could chat more first if you want?"
"No time. A-and..."
- Whoosh! Pat pat pat!
Anzelli grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bed. Not stopping there, her slightly trembling, tense fingers pushed me down onto it.
With my reflexes, I could've dodged or blocked easily, but I didn't resist her gentle touch. I watched her actions with a hint of amusement.
- Flop!
My back hit the soft mattress. The room's ceiling filled my view, soon eclipsed by Anzelli's beautiful face. Her soft palms pinned my shoulders—like she was pouncing on me.
"Me too..."
In the dim room, only the faint glow from her halo lit her flushed face. It held determination to push past her shyness and take the lead.
"Me too—I want to do it with you right now, Chanyoung."
Her face descended toward my lips. But with her eyes squeezed shut? She missed, landing slightly off-target.
- Smack!
"Khk...!"
"Eep!"
Her cuteness cracked me up. Anzelli only realized her miss at the sound of my laugh. She was way too clumsy for bed antics.
I arched my waist, pulling her in for a proper kiss—as reward for her bold effort.
- Chu!
"Haah..."
I slipped my right leg between hers, wrapped one arm around her waist, and flipped us over with a surge of strength. Positions reversed.
- Swish! Flop.
"Kyaa?! Haah...! Chu..."
Now she was under me. My other hand still clutched the bedsheet. I released her waist, shoved the comforter to the floor, and positioned Anzelli fully on the bed.
- Flutter!
The clean sheet draped over us. Finally, both hands free. I pressed my body flush against hers and dove into a deep tongue kiss.
Sun fully set, moon risen—senses heightened? Her heartbeat thrummed against me as we pressed close. Knowing she was getting aroused ramped me up too.
- Chuuup... churp.
Anzelli's outfit was easy to remove—just slide the fabric off her shoulders, and it unraveled like a knot coming loose. She didn't resist my touch.
- Squeeze!
Shy about being fully exposed, she pressed tighter against me. Unlike Chris's springy firmness, Anzelli's softness crushed into my skin beneath her clothes. The kind that made you crave full-body skin-on-skin contact.
"Phah... Ch-Chanyoung?"
I pulled back to strip, and she gazed at me with needy eyes. Her earlier resolve to take charge? Forgotten.
"Gotta get my clothes off too."
"Ah, y-yeah..."
Even as I sat up, she didn't cover herself. Totally out of it. Thanks to that, I got a full eyeful of her ample breasts and the cute fruit perched atop them.
If I point it out, she'll cover up, right?
I savored the view silently while quickly shedding my top. Anzelli couldn't tear her eyes away as I stripped above her. Pure desire in that gaze.
Seeing her usual gentle, fragile self fired up like this? Blood rushed south.
"Pants... wanna try taking them off, Anzelli?"
"M-me?"
"Yeah."
- Gulp.
Startled, she propped up slightly.
"Eep!"
Her unavoidable chest jiggled with the motion. Feeling it, she finally crossed her arms to cover.
...Why does that look even hotter?
Anzelli fumbled with one hand for my pants. Constant gulping sounds.
- Sliide...
Pants slid down my legs. Each brush of her warm, soft fingers on my thighs tensed my junk.
Facing my underwear, she couldn't miss it twitching inside.
- Twitch! Twitch!
Each twitch made her shoulders jump in surprise. She had no clue how much hotter that made me.
"Hoo... all, all off..."
Pants finally gone. But I stayed put. Planning to let her handle the underwear too.
I smiled softly, waiting as she eyed my boxers.
"B-box... e-even the underwear... by me...?"
- Nod.
Her fingers flexed nervously. Hesitant. But soon, both hands reached for my hips—uncovering her chest in the process.
- Sliide...
"...Hng...!"
Barrier gone, my rigid length sprang right in her face. She'd known, but this close? Shocking.
"..."
Her warm breath washed over it. Without prompting, her hand wrapped the shaft.
She kneaded it gently, savoring the feel, then started slow strokes.
- Shh. Stroke.
"F-feels good...?"
"Yeah. Come here."
I kissed her, sliding my right hand down to tease her folds. Visuals and sloppy kisses already had her a bit wet.
"Haum...! Chu!..."
Anzelli didn't masturbate much, so my fingering felt novel. Nasal moans leaked even mid-tongue-twirl.
"Hng... churp... haah...!"
We mutual-fingered like that for a bit, tongues entwined. Her hips bucked back, thrusting her chest forward—sign of pleasure.
- Squish... schlop...
Even without that, the lewd sounds from below grew louder. Her soft, slick mound enveloped my fingers. Her warmth always felt amazing.
"Churp... chu...! Phah...! W-wait!"
"Hm?"
Anzelli pulled her lips away mid-grope. Rare for her—she loved kissing and always begged for more, even sneaking them past Baby Angel at home.
"T-today, I wanna make you feel good, Chanyoung. As thanks for holding back all this time while I got mine..."
Guilt over always stopping at kisses after her satisfaction, probably.
"...Sure. Go for it."
Letting her take over sounded fun. I wanted to see her try hard to please me.
She eased me flat on the bed. Both hands gripped my shaft. About to stroke like before? I peeked—her eyes locked on the tip.
"Haum..."
"Ugh?"
Wrong guess. She opened wide and took me into her mouth. Her warm interior, once just tongue-teased, now engulfed the head.
"A-Anzelli?"
"Churp, ah, ahe?"
Talking with it in her mouth vibrated straight through. No need to mention her tongue swirling the sensitive underside.
I endured the unexpected pleasure shooting up my spine. Took a second to answer.
"N-not painful..."
"Chu... like that?"
"...Talking with it in your mouth is too stimulating..."
She beamed at me, eyes crinkling.
...With her huge tits on my hips, mouthing me like that? Instant throb.
Amused by the twitch, she focused.
"Kkh..."
Hand massaging the shaft, hot tongue lapping the tip's underside. Angels ran hotter than humans—more intense than any blowjob I'd had.
Emboldened by my reactions, she went harder. Lips sucking and squeezing the length, tongue relentlessly hitting the frenulum.
I craved more of her mouth. Desire overrode patience. Had to ask.
"...Take it deeper."
"Tsup... haum! L-like this?"
She released the hand, sliding past the head to mid-shaft. Whole thing at once? Too much for a newbie. Not with my size.
- Chu. Chuuup!
Full-on fellatio now. Head bobbing slow without instruction—must've studied secretly. Far from pro—drool leaked from her lips, soaking my balls.
But the clumsiness turned me on more.
Still, just receiving got boring. I grabbed her waist, hoisting her lower half atop me.
- Slide!
"Haup? Heh?"
Her legs draped my shoulders. Her soft body pressed down fully. Weightless. Warm, blissful.
Shocked by the pose, she stiffened. Her pussy bare inches from my face—no hiding. Tilt my head, lips would touch.
That was the plan. Mutual oral. Classic 69.