I had fun with this prompt. :) Glad you liked the results.

Thank you!

James buried his hands in the sheets to keep from flipping Zayne on his back and driving him crazy with lust like Zayne was doing to him at that moment.

"Jesus Christ!" he swore. "You're killing me, cowboy!"

Zayne broke off nibbling on James' washboard abs and looked up at his lover. "But what a way to go, gingerbread," he drawled.

James let go of the sheets with a groan and buried his hands in Zayne's dark, curly locks. "Get up here and kiss me, asshole," he demanded pulling on Zayne's hair.

"Stop being a demanding queen," Zayne muttered, but devoured James' mouth as requested.

After a few minutes, James tore his mouth away from Zayne's. "Enough foreplay," he panted. "Just get in me."

"When I'm good and ready," Zayne retorted as he went back to nibbling a trail down to James' straining cock.

"I fucking hate you right now," James groaned tired of the foreplay. He was ready to get to the main event.

"No, you don't, baby," Zayne purred before he took hold of James' cock and slowly stroked it pulling a needy whine from the redhead.

Zayne smirked and quit toying with his lover. He rose to his knees, crawled up James' body and settled on the redhead's cock with a long drawn out moan.

James grunted in surprise.

Zayne chuckled and started riding his lover with wild abandon. Soon they both were coming together.

*&*

James laid on his back with Zayne plastered on top of him too content to move. "Damn, cowboy, I think you did kill me," he murmured.

"So that mean you're not ready for round two, gingerbread?" Zayne chuckled.

James rolled them over and began to do to Zayne what the cowboy had done to him.

First, this is very true.

Second, it is quite possible.

Thanks.

Yes, he is.

He's around. I just need to get him into the fun times...lol

Well, they did give him an evening alone, so he could catch up with his reading. They also left love notes around the house....lol

That's true.

a little excerpt...totally work safe
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“I’m agreeing to let you…try…” Xas said. “But do not do anything…bad…to him.”

“Bad?” That was a term with a broad definition and she wanted some clarification of what Xas meant.

Az finished his wine, set the glass on the end table, and got to his feet, his movements as elegant and refined as ever. “Nothing is good or bad,” he reminded Xas. “Only our thinking makes it…”

“You know what I mean,” Xas grunted in frustration. “Nothing he would not do…”

Tamara did not miss the faint smirk on Az’s face, as he said, “Would not do…or would not want? Nothing wrong with a little foreplay…” She had the distinct impression that he knew more about Conrael’s ‘wants’ than the others, and that maybe those wants did not entirely align with the sort of things the wandering angel normally did.

That still left a wide-open playing field of possibility…and a host of ideas that there was no way on earth, or in heaven, that she was going to even give serious consideration.

Technically Azazael's a fallen angel...but yeah...my angels are a little different ;)