"I've always heard people say you've got the face of an angel, love...I just never realised how utterly accurate that statement was," He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to William's jaw and then slowly making his way down, leaving a trail of little kisses down his neck and to his collarbone. 

He bit down lightly, sucking and nipping on the pale skin- not enough to mark him but enough to leave a soft red skin. His hands slowly fumbled with the buttons on the other's shirt, undoing every single one but still leaving the thin shirt on.

"If you're an angel...I want to commit blasphemy of the highest order. I want to take you apart and leave you debauched in the most caring way possible. I want to be the one to break you apart, and then, put you back together." His gaze went to the bottle of wine on the counter. And he got idea. Oh, how utterly... Divine would his angel look, all drenched in red.

He reached for the bottle of red wine, opening it and uncorking the bottle, a sharp pop sound echoing in the bathroom as he did so. He smirked, watching the deep red liquid swirl around as he held the bottle. How would it look, running down that white, pale skin ? How lovely would it be to see the wine drench that soft, porcelain face of his singer?

"I wonder...how lovely would it look, if I poured this liquid on that pretty skin of yours..."

Well, Raphael was only a mortal to temptation. He picked up the bottle. 

William could only stare, hazy look in his blue eyes, just letting Raphael do what he wanted. He just gripped the younger's shoulder, wrapping his arms around his neck.

"Stay still, love- Be a dear and stay still for me..." Without a warning, he tipped the bottle of the red, thick liquid and poured it directly on the other's back, drenching his white shirt with the wine. Some of it splattered against the mirror too, and the scent of the wine and William's cologne filled the air almost instantly.

Raphael let out a shuddery breath as he felt the other cling to him, watching the red liquid drench his pristine shirt. It was a sin, a sin of the highest order. And a part of him felt almost guilty for staining something so pure. But then he slowly pushed William's open silken shirt off him and he let out another shuddery breath as he looked at the man sitting on the counter, all drenched in wine and slightly flushed from the alcohol. All for...him.

"Gorgeous... I never realised...how superficial my definition of beautiful was until now. I've never known beauty before, love...never before you."

His hands slowly ran over William's bare sides, feeling the slender yet still toned sides, slender but not weak. They slowly ran over his bare back, feeling the soft, yet hot skin. And they eventually came to rest on the singer's lower abdomen, his fingers gently tracing the skin. His eyes, once again- fixed on the man.

"So soft...yet so warm, you're like the sweetest sin."

And William could only say the same for him.