As soon as his servant left, Azrael breathed heavily and straightened his body. He stood and opened the lid of the toilet, then he sighed in exasperation and slapped his forehead as he glanced down at his middle region and saw the center very erect.
"Dammit," he sighed multiple times to calm him down, but it wasn't helping. His sword wasn't backing down and unsheathing itself back.
He had no choice, but to unzip his pants and take care of his hardened member.
His long fingers wrapped around it, his warm palms making him shiver more and clouding his head. His mind was turning into mush as the heat rose to his head. His jaw clenched as he could feel his shaft getting harder from simply being touched.
Has he become so sexually frustrated that he shivered from his own touch?! He cursed himself under his ragged breathing. He couldn't hold back anymore. Perhaps, he was frustrated, given that it has been so long since he used it. Due to his unstable condition, he couldn't go and f*ck just anyone.
He began rubbing up and down; the friction sound of his palms clenching his shaft and his wrist hitting his groins sounded so erotic, yet it still wasn't enough to get him on. He wanted something warmer, something tighter.
Azrael bit his lips, suppressing the groan from escaping his throat. However, as his movement became rapid and hot, his moans became louder and louder. He was certain that Knox was standing outside, and he was probably hearing him pleasuring himself. But he might have lost his mind as he let his hoarse voice be heard even more.
He recalled what happened at the supermarket and veins popped on his neck. His jaw clenched and his face changed.
It was his fault! Azrael shouted inwardly.
That's right! He gritted his teeth and convinced himself. It was his servant's fault. If he hadn't broken the eggs on his head and smeared the yolk on his face and his clothes, then he wouldn't have gone and bought clothes and interacted with those people.
As his hands were busy working, his mind wandered to Knox, and his face only darkened in irritation. He recalled his nervous and paled face, he even caught his plump lips trembling slightly, and his emerald eyes shook when he glared at him.
His servant's sweaty forehead came to his mind.
Azrael looked down, his eyes half-lidded, and the tips of his ears were tinted red, his neck was popping veins as he could feel himself reaching the climax. Finally, he threw his head back and jerked violently.
"Umph!"
The white musky and sticky liquid squirted from his hardened shaft which softened after it came out, and shot out to the toilet. It plopped on the water. He even felt sorry that his precious sperm would just get flushed into the toilet.
The white fluid dripped on his hands as he panted heavily. Then, once he caught his breath, he stood, zipped his pants, and washed his hands.
He cursed inwardly after everything happened registered in his head.
"F*ck."
Azrael ran his hands on his face. He never imagined himself getting off inside a public bathroom! Not even once! His expensive membership only got off in a luxurious hotel, high-end units, or million-dollar cars!
But a public restroom?! How could his member—
"Sir, are you finished? People are starting to question why I'm gatekeeping this restroom. They already called an employee. Please step out if you're done already. You're done, right? Do it once for now. You can do it again later at home. I'll find you a partner, or maybe just call one right now and head on to the nearby hotel."
Azrael's brows twitched.
"Would you like me to get you one? Should I make a reservation now so you can go right ah—ack!"
BAM!
"HOLY S*IT!!"
Knox jumped after the deafening sound of the door hitting the wall rang in his ears. He instinctively looked behind, only to jump away a few more steps from meeting those curved and grinning evil eyes that only devils can make, probably. The sinister aura surrounding Azrael was like a bad spirit hounding him.
Knox quickly moved away, afraid to get tangled up by that bad omen.
Azrael strode past Knox. The latter sighed in relief thinking that he was saved from his impending execution, however, his relieved face didn't last long as his arm was quickly grabbed tightly, and before he could react, he was as if being carried by the wind behind his boss, since his feet almost weren't touching the floor already.
"W-Wait a second, sir…!"
But Azrael wasn't responding. Knox was dragged like a teddy bear by a child throwing a tantrum and running away; his arms flapped and his head bobbed from the aggressive pulling and rapid steps.
He was beginning to feel dizzy. He wanted to throw up, but the only garbage bin he could see right then was the one dragging him without mercy. In order to restrain his rainbow-colored stomach waste rising to his throat, he bit his lower lip hard and inhaled many times.
At last, they reached the parking lot.
However, Azrael didn't open the door. He hurled Knox to the car's bumper and engulfed him between his arms, then without warning, he bent down and pressed his lips on him hard.
Knox was astounded. His eyes widened. He balled his fist and punched Azrael's chest, but his hands were only caught by Azrael instead. His legs were pushed to the car and as his knees bent, his butt fell on the car's hood.
The feeling of something pushing up from his stomach and trying to come out was replaced by a million needles pricking his skin. His lips were forcibly opened and his tongue was unwillingly entangled with his boss. He was getting ravaged. It wasn't a passionate kiss, but a punishing one instead.
What did he do to suffer this treatment? It was all his boss' fault that his stupid and reckless! He winced after his lower lip got bitten. He could feel his boss' anger. But it's not right to assault someone just because he's mad! He'd rather accept getting punched in the face instead!
Azrael took advantage of his position and quickly opened his legs, pushing himself in between. He sucked on his lips once more after freeing them. Then, he dropped his cold and grinning eyes on him.
He cupped Knox's jaw tightly and grinned wickedly, "Why the need to find one when there's a hole right here? And this hood is wide enough, don't you think? We're already in this position, so why not strip down and let me enter you, hm?"
Knox shuddered. Azrael's voice was dripping with rage and he didn't even try to hide it. He gulped and pushed him again, but his broad shoulders weren't budging at all. Surely, his boss jest, right?
Knox smiled nervously and replied, "S-Sir, I clearly remembered you said I'm not your type…"
Azrael leaned forward again. Knox tilted his head away, "Right? But I really want to see you cry and whimper under me, right now, badly."
Knox flinched after Azrael grabbed his thigh. He bit his lips when he felt it was tightening. The man was hurting him, but he tried to suppress any pained groan from escaping. He bowed his head and repeatedly apologized.
When he heard an exasperated sigh, Knox peeked from his disheveled brown hair and saw Azrael pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked troubled.
Azrael shot him a glare and threw the keys on him, then he whirled around and sat on the backseat after slamming the door loudly. Knox was dumbfounded. He touched his swollen lips and clenched his fist, then he hit his chest a few times. His heart was racing rapidly from fury since it was his first kiss.