They involve the angels.

After a while, Daniel and Steve swapped places, Steve impaling himself on Daniel's cock. Then Steve fucked Daniel in missionary position while Daniel wrapped his legs around him. Steve deep-throated Daniel. Daniel rimmed Steve in dog-position. With no refractory period or need to eat, sleep or any other obligations, the two of them spent an incalculable number of hours going at it like newly weds in Amsterdam.

After the hundredth climax, Daniel hit the bed, laying forward on his stomach as Steve stroked himself, eventually spilling his seed across his back.

One thing Daniel didn't realize till now is that despite all of the jizz flying everywhere, all stains were at a minimum. With the sheer number of times he and Steve and his angel had dumped their loads into the sheets of his bed, the bed remained spotless, as though it had never existed. This also seemed to apply to other bodily products as well, since the two of them performed oral and anal sex with no ill effects, both immediate and long turn. Waste not, want not.

"Wow. What just happened?" Daniel asked as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

"It can get pretty intoxicating, can't it?" Asked Steve as he continued to kiss him behind an ear.

Daniel felt Steve give a playful smack on his rear and Daniel, ticklish, turned over to face him and reached over to cup him too. Even before Heaven, Steve always had a nice ass. Now that he wasn't a bully anymore, Daniel didn't feel like he had to make excuses and could admire it without shame.

"How long have we been here?" Asked Daniel as he started kissing Steve.

"Dunno," said Steve, taking breathe between each kiss. "But I'm starting to think those two are starting to miss us."

Daniel followed Steve's line of sight, Steve moving to kiss Daniel's neck and collarbone as he did, and realized that his and Steve's angels had poked their heads to check on the two of them.

That was when Daniel had gotten an idea. He gave Steve a look, and Steve looked back at him in a way that conveyed that he just had the same idea.

Daniel did not have a wide range of reference when it came to penises and the quality thereof, but in his brief stint in the afterlife, he had concluded that all penises are different and that they were great.

He was standing on his knees as he savored the cock in his mouth as thought it were a glass of wine. While it was no longer than Steve's cock, it had more width to it. As he sucked on it, Daniel looked up at the angel as though to silently ask for his approval. The angel responded by gently brushing his hair with his big, strong hands.

Daniel loved his angel the way he was, but there was something about Steve's angel. He had the burly masculinity of a lumberjack, a sort of virility that came from equal parts tenderness and strength.

Daniel had come to see Steve as an emotionally vulnerable young man that needed someone to be the tough guy for him, having been forced to be the tough one by his parents at a young age. He was beginning to think that this angel was given to him to fill all of the missing gaps, considering this brief time with him made Daniel want to call him "daddy."

Daniel gave it a few pumps before the angel came. He came with a grunt as the white substance poured out of him, reminding Daniel of honey as he let it pour onto his tongue.

Meanwhile, Steve lied flat on the bed as Daniel's angel reverse cowgirled him, watching his cock go in and out as the angel's curved ass shook sightly whenever their flesh collided.

Steve had been in Heaven long enough to tell the difference between a human and an angel. It was the subtle things, like how angels always had this prudent, peaceful disposition, always knowing what their human wanted or needed. He also knew that an angel's appearance and surface-level personality evoked the human in contrast, kind of like how you could tell a lot about a person by their car or their shoes.

Daniel's angel loved to impress. He was the kind who liked getting fucked, but was the one doing all of the fancy tricks, showing off like a peacock. He had a beautiful face and would make a suggestive expression if you looked him in the eyes.

Steve loved sex. He thought he liked it when he was alive, but he fell in love with it when he went to Heaven. A part of him felt like he made the tiniest difference whenever he had sex. He felt like he made someone happier when someone came inside of him, carrying a piece of them through their sperm for all of eternity. When he came in someone else, then a part of him would be inside them. He once heard that straight men get friskier at the idea of having sex with their wives when they were pregnant out of pride in having impregnated them, and a part of him felt the same way with his cum inside Daniel.

And now Daniel's angel wanted the same thing, looking over his shoulder at Steve. Steve continued to stare as the angel's perfectly curved butt as his cock went inside him, eventually coming.