Checking In ~:Minho & Adult Warning:~

Chuckling at the younger's words, Minho repeats the thanks quietly before gently ushering the staff member out of the Suite. It was cute, the way Takeru acted and misused his voice. Clearly he was not yet used to actually being able to use it. And until he did, it would remain adorable to the elder.

Minho picks up the fallen feather, looking at it curiously for a moment before carefully tangling it into Takeru's hair, just behind his ear. The questions are answered easily, at least until he is cut off by the younger's lips pressing to his own. Any thought of the food beside them vanishes from his mind, the scent of strawberries once again overcoming him. He cannot help but return the kiss, pulling Takeru against himself.

That feather dangling in his hair nearly blended in with one another, however, that kiss began to consume him. Without further delay and with instinct, his head tipped and slowly pressed his small moist muscle past Minho's full lips, letting out a small groan at the sensation that flooded the boy to no end. There was no bars held with Takeru, the need was growing too quickly, more so that even his own body couldn't keep up with his thoughts.

He began pushing at Minho's jacket gently, trying to get it off of his larger form and soon began unbuttoning his shirt as his breathing picked up, his kiss becoming more pressing, as if he would die without it. It was a completely foreign emotion to Takeru, this driving force that had to put the young seraphim with the arch angel to desire one another so much, that his face reddened in hue, the rest of his body catching up in that rising heat which was building inside the little one so desperately as if consuming him.

Gladly allowing the younger to lead the kiss, Minho's eyes close and his hands move to help Takeru with the undoing of the buttons and removal of his shirt. There's still no thought or reasoning with anything else - everything is the young Angel, and him alone.

Shedding the jacket and button-up shirt, his arms snake around Takeru to pull him close. Tounge sliding under and around the younger's, he can't help but move towards his bedroom slightly. If this was going to go farther, then it would be in the proper place. Even if he wasn't consciously thinking about it.

As that kiss continued, Takeru's throat surged a deep trilling purr from it, his hands smoothing over the now beared chest of his mate, that scent between the two of them entertwining and surrounding the pair, following Minho back into the bedroom. He broke the kiss momentarily as he bit his own lip, stepping out of those oversized pants he wore, now bare as those pants fell into a heap, his rather pale skin nearly glowing in radiance as his eyes turned a gentle caramel amber hue, gazing to the elder with his soul and heart in the other's hands. Minho had become his world in a matter of moments, and though he had never done this before to his recollection, he had....once. His body had told him so whereas Takeru's mind was completely naive, not a touch of memory...that he had done this...with the now tainted Taemin.

Takeru's memory was erased...by the highest of angels, Michael, to help the young seraphim and ease his pain he felt. In the meantime, Takeru's skin flushed in patches on his pale skin, his hands roaming over Minho's body...finding that sensitive organ...and slowly stroking him...his thumb slipping over the tip as his head lifted for another kiss.

When the kiss breaks, Minho sheds the remainder of his own clothing. He lets his wings out at last, the three pairs of brilliant white and feathered appendages stretching slightly before he lets himself succumb to coupling with Takeru. Michael had vaguely mentioned to him what had gone on between the Angel he would now bed with, and Taemin, realizing that the slight recognition of what he was doing by the younger came from that. He would not bring such a thing up, for the sake of avoiding upsetting Takeru over it.

Gabriel is sure to keep heir lovemaking gentle, not wanting harm of any kind to come to his soulmate. He curls his wings around the younger once they've exhausted themselves, hugging him close in a protective manner.

It didn't take long for Takeru to give in to Minho in the least, everything about the arch angel Gabriel was perfect to him, for him. Every reserve he had held onto while on the surface lead up to the very moment he saw Minho in the lobby. With those wings unfolding, Takeru's own flared and flitted lightly in a shudder as they shared one another in a completely sacred moment in time. The gentleness that his mate had shown the little seraphim was breathtaking and for that time of coupling, there was nothing but Gabriel, Minho, to Takeru.

As they laid quietly in the bed, nestled safely in Minho's arms and while finally catching his breath, he smiled tenderly the moment he felt a small flutter of life within him. Of course the time of pregnancy was short with angels, it would only be a matter of time before they could meet the product of their mating, and the joining of the two angels was nothing short of perfection.