In a hidden recess of the heavens, two angels, their halos dimmed, indulge in forbidden pleasures. Their hands roam, tracing the curves of breasts and hips, fingers dipping into wet, welcoming cores. They taste each other, their tongues lapping at sweet nectar, before one angel mounts the other, their bodies sliding together in a dance as old as time. The room fills with their soft cries and the sound of wet flesh meeting, their wings rustling in rhythm. They reach their peak together, their bodies convulsing, their cries echoing through the heavens before they collapse, spent and sated, in each other's arms.