He could almost hear his own blood surging through his veins, could feel his heartbeat throbbing against Azazel's body, and the softest of moans escaped his lips again. So hot, so overwhelming, so painful, so sensuous.
Kane was hard for him as if they'd been going at it for the past two hours in a row, and amidst the confusion and sordid desires of his body he could barely hear Azazel and think on his own for a suitable reply.
He could feel Azazel's gaze on him, and though he had been averting his gaze this whole time, he tilted his head back a little, just enough to be able to see the demon's eyes gazing back at him.
There was something dark about the gaze - dark, unsettling and yet Kane felt even more compelled by it. He felt vulnerable, readable from cover-to-cover, and yet this demon gave away nothing in his eyes.
"Please," he said again, between heavy breaths, holding the demon's gaze.
"Please sir..." Sir, Lord, Master - everything that made the incubus feel like he was nothing.
"I want you inside," he murmured, unwilling to put it any cruder. He wouldn't turn away with the demon staring him down like that, so he couldn't hide the redness in his cheeks. But maybe if he didn't turn away, Azazel wouldn't notice it as much...