@marktulane continuing from HERE.
Mark panted as he lay underneath the elder, facing each other as they fucked in Azrael’s private chambers while Queenie stood guard outside. “Mmmm,” Mark hummed as his hands pushed the heels of his palms down Azrawl’s strong back so he could grab the meat just above the elder’s hips and squeeze. He bit down on his lower lip and his eyes flashed blue as he let the other pound him though he was not lost in the moment. “You know, you could wish for your tattoos, for you and Levi.”
Mark’s blue eyes were simply met with Azrael’s, which always stayed red, as he pumped himself deeper and deeper into Mark with each thrust. He had called Mark over, thinking perhaps they could go to lunch or something, but what was supposed to be that turned into heated passionate sex in the elder’s private chambers, and Queenie stood guard outside so they wouldn’t be disturbed. Frankly, this kind of thing happened all the time, so it really wasn’t a big deal. He growled at the way the other grabbed at his back, but he enjoyed it thorough while he thrust himself more and more, keeping the Djinn full. “Why make it that easy?” he panted, reaching down to take Mark’s cock into his hand and jerking him off to the rhythm of their passion. The other’s bubble butt felt tight around his length, and he loved it.