"Well, we could have been," He murmured into the skin on his back as he undid the button of his pants, taking his time to pull down the zip, the noise loud next to the crackle and pop of the fire going right next to them.
His skin was on fire, his blood boiling, and the flames licked shadows along his body, paler than he used to be, but still having a semblance of a tan from his few days in Spain on another search.
"But we have more time. Eyes on the future," Azazel said as he grabbed onto Phoenix's hip and slowly maneuvered into place before pressing into him as he bit his shoulder harshly.