iTunes Meme: Lay Your Hands On Me (Drake/Azrael, Flying Free Verse)
It was late, and the new house was beginning to quieten. The children had been put to bed hours ago, and Norrin had gone to show Saxsice something interesting in the garden. They'd been gone for almost three-quarters of an hour and Drake could only sit on the sofa for so long. Particularly when Azrael was occupying the lounger and wearing that look.
Drake was married now. And Azrael was engaged to Saxsice. It had only been once, in Vegas. Twice. And then that third time in his apartment, where he was not quite sure what had possessed him - apart from frank want, and lust, and the power of the pure animal scent of Azrael.
He wanted Azrael to touch him. He wanted the Hellgod to pin him against the wall and grind against him like an agile dancer. He wanted to be bent over the countertop and mauled in the middle of his perfect suburban kitchen. But Azrael refused to move, just...watching.
Suddenly, it occurred to Drake that Azrael might be waiting for an invitation. An affirmation that Drake still wanted him, needed the feeling of being filled with Hellfire and mercilessly used by the master. He loved Norrin, but Azrael thrilled him.
With two long strides, he was across the sitting room and sliding into Azrael's lap, hands pressing him back into the lounger as he devoured his mouth. "Lay your hands on me," he murmured, and Azrael pounced.
Drake was married now. And Azrael was engaged to Saxsice. It had only been once, in Vegas. Twice. And then that third time in his apartment, where he was not quite sure what had possessed him - apart from frank want, and lust, and the power of the pure animal scent of Azrael.
He wanted Azrael to touch him. He wanted the Hellgod to pin him against the wall and grind against him like an agile dancer. He wanted to be bent over the countertop and mauled in the middle of his perfect suburban kitchen. But Azrael refused to move, just...watching.
Suddenly, it occurred to Drake that Azrael might be waiting for an invitation. An affirmation that Drake still wanted him, needed the feeling of being filled with Hellfire and mercilessly used by the master. He loved Norrin, but Azrael thrilled him.
With two long strides, he was across the sitting room and sliding into Azrael's lap, hands pressing him back into the lounger as he devoured his mouth. "Lay your hands on me," he murmured, and Azrael pounced.