He was sated, warm and boneless, but he still shivered at the sound of that laughter, the soft hiss of breath his vampiric ears could just catch. There was so much promise in it.
Every blissed-out nerve trembled, too sensitive so soon after coming, and Phoenix bit his lip and shuddered as Azazel pushed him down. He couldn't see, but he found a comfortable position with his bound arms taking his weight against the carpet and swallowed hard.
Licked his lips, breathless. "We could have been doing this longer..." He murmured, rubbing his cheek against the carpet. "Fuck..." He shuddered again, shimmying his hips to make the demon's work easier.
Even now, he couldn't quite believe Azazel was going to finally fuck him - but he let himself enjoy it while it lasted, something soft and hungry spilling from his lips at each bite, jerking a little at each touch of teeth. To his just-sated nerve endings, it was almost too good.