He felt Azazel's kiss and he arched, pressing into the touch with a moan. His head fell back onto Azazel's shoulder and he whimpered, bucking his hips into the demon's hand, breathing hard.
"Azazel..." He moaned. Blind, and bound, and the fire's heat licked over him so that he squirmed, biting his lip as it met the icy-cool of his skin in a delicious explosion. Gods. Trapped between that and the open flame of the demon's chest...stars were melting behind his eyes.
There was so much running beneath his skin, he was shaking with it - and when Azazel's teeth bit into him, he yelled, his spine a bow. "Fuck!"