Uriel didn’t say anything, but what could he actually say to refute Azazel’s words when the man was taking his revenge in such a pleasurable way? Azazel didn’t give him time to breathe and fed him more desserts, stopping and waiting for him to name the ingredients.
He couldn’t tell how much time had passed or how many desserts he tasted, but he knew that his body was on fire, and his untouched cock was weeping as much cum as he was weeping tears. Uriel was so ready to be fucked he wasn’t sure how he had survived so many years of not having his lover’s touch.
“You’re doing so good, baby. I’m taking great pleasure in teasing you, but sadly, we’ve reached the last sweet morsel.” Azazel kissed the bruised side of his neck that had been sucked and bitten each time he got an answer wrong. He quivered and trembled when Azazel’s fingers brushed over the sensitive nub of his clamped nipple. Uriel loved the nipple clamps, and he could tell they were not made in the human realm.
How much has Azazel planned for our date?
Uriel didn’t want their time to end and wished they could play for longer, but he understood time was of the essence.
“Are you ready for the next treat?” Uriel couldn’t form words, but responded with a deep moan. “Speechless, I see, well, let’s hope you can tell me the next ingredient or you won’t get the special reward I have planned for you.”
What does he have planned? I can’t take it anymore. Please, just make me cum.
“Are you ready?”
Before Uriel could respond, a different treat was pressed against his mouth; warm, soft lips surrounded him. The scent of rich wine, with a lot of Azazel, permeated his senses. He gasped, opened his mouth, and Azazel’s tongue assaulted his mouth along with the wine. Their tongues twined together, and Uriel tasted more than just wine when his tongue entered his mouth.
The sweetness of the treat made their kiss even more delicious, making him moan long and hard. The hand in his hair tightened against his scalp, as well as the one around his neck. Uriel’s cock throbbed so painfully he was sure that he was about to explode. Azazel trailed his lips from Uriel’s mouth down to his neck, worrying about the spot that was probably now the man’s favorite. Uriel kept in mind that he would have to tighten the magic disguise around his neck so the mark was not seen.
“Tell me, baby, what are the ingredients?”
Uriel had no idea how his brain was still able to function. He opened his lips to speak and realized he had something small and round in his mouth. Biting down on the object that was a bit fleshy, a sweet flavor burst in his mouth with a lingering taste of Syrah wine trailing behind as he swallowed.
“Maraschino cherry with Syrah wine,” Uriel answered with a panting breath.
Azazel moaned against his neck, making Uriel moan and buck his hips.
“My sweet baby is so smart.” He pecked Uriel's mouth. “What’s the secret ingredient?”
Uriel removed his hand from Azazel’s leg that was probably scarred for life with how many times he'd dug his nails in the man’s flesh. He circled an arm around Azazel’s neck, buried his face in the man’s chest, breathing in his scent.
“The secret ingredient is you,” he answered.
“Correct,” Azazel said, and brushed his lips against Uriel’s cheek. “Well done, baby, and now it’s time for your special reward.”
Uriel’s breath hitched when Azazel grabbed his hips, lifting him up as if he weighed less than a pound. Before he could protest the sudden change, Uriel heard the loud crash of plates and utensils hitting the ground, and seconds later, he was sitting on the table.
“How important are these pants to you?”
“Wh—” Uriel didn’t get a chance to respond when his trousers and underwear were ripped in half and shoved down his legs. The pants were not important, but even if they were, at that moment Uriel wouldn’t have cared. Having Azazel do anything pleasurable to him was paramount.
“I have to admit, baby,” Azazel said, his warm breath hovering above one of Uriel’s clamped nipples. “This reward is not only for you but for me as well.”
Uriel arched his back, begging Azazel to lick, suck, or bite his aching nipples. But Azazel seemed to ignore Uriel’s actions.
“Since our fight in the arena, I’ve been dying to suck your cock and eat your cum."
Uriel moaned, unable to form words.
“You’ve denied me this pleasure for over thirty years, so I won’t apologize for taking my time and savoring the moment.”
Azazel’s breath no longer brushed over his nipples but next to his balls. Uriel whimpered when his legs were lifted and placed on either side of Azazel’s head. He gasped when Azazel sucked his full sack in his hot, moist mouth. Uriel grabbed the back of Azazel’s neck, keeping his head in place. However, the other man removed Uriel's hand, along with his own mouth from Uriel’s balls, causing him to be even more frustrated.
“No touching right now, baby. I’m ready to blow my load and I want to take my time.”
Uriel could understand what Azazel was going through, but it wasn’t his fault. Azazel was the cause of both their turmoil. If it was back in the day, Uriel would have obediently listened, but how could he obey so easily when the man had played and teased him for who knew how long. Uriel grabbed his cock and Azazel’s head, bringing mouth back to dick.
“Suck,” Uriel ordered.
