Knox's eyes fluttered open, widening at the feeling of a hard object poking him. He parted his lips to utter a word, but Azrael locked them with his skillful tongue, slipping inside his mouth again, exploring every edge of him.
Inadvertently, his pheromones poured like water on a blocked stream, washing down every fiber of Azrael's being, and turning him into a ravaging beast even more. It was as though all the bolts restraining his reasons were unlocked one by one.
Knox's started to get nervous. His elbows were starting to feel tired, and soon they got numbed and he slid down on his seat, his back falling straight on the sofa.
Due to this, Knox somehow got freed from Azrael's unending kisses. He put his hands on Azrael's chest and pushed him up slightly as he spoke underneath him, "Hey…you're poking me. We shouldn't be doing it here. Also, the food will get cold…"
