"Focus."
"I am focusing."
"You're distracted. Staring at my ass isn't part of your training."
"Fuck you."
"Gladly. But not right now."
Jesse Eldridge rolled his eyes. Even with the mage's back to him, he knew Lazarus' lips pursed in concentration. Of course, those lips had been wrapped around their lover's cock just a few hours ago, and damn, that had been a hell of a sight.
"Jesse!"
"What?" Jesse gave up and dropped his right arm from where he'd been trying to practice his magic. Instead, he grabbed Lazarus' hips and tugged the mage back against him. "There isn't an inch of your body that doesn't beg for my attention," he murmured in the man's ear.
Lazarus shivered. "You're as bad as Bela."
"He'd agree with me." It had taken a while for Jesse to get used to Lazarus using Gabriel's real name, as opposed to the one Jesse knew. Thank the gods Gabriel answered to both.
"We're supposed to be training." Lazarus didn't protest, though, when Jesse brushed a swath of pure white hair aside and flicked his tongue over pale blue skin. "Jesse..."
One of Lazarus' arms came up to press Jesse closer. Jesse swallowed a chuckle. Lazarus, while serious when it came to magic, became putty whenever Jesse or Gabriel touched him. Jesse nipped the soft flesh at the juncture of neck and shoulder.
"Harder..."
Smiling, Jesse sank his fangs into Lazarus' throat. Lazarus gasped, body arching then rocking back into him. He slipped his hand to the front of the mage's thin pants and loosened the tie. The pants fell to the floor, and Jesse wrapped his fingers around hard flesh. Lazarus moaned, thrusting into his fist. Jesse didn't drink yet, just kept pumping the long cock. He bit down harder and his lover shouted. Then he drank, drowning in the sweet, chilled blood as equally cool spunk spilled over his fingers.
"You..." Lazarus panted, shuddering in Jesse's arms. "You're getting too good at derailing me."
"Mm..." Jesse licked the wounds to heal them and brought his hand up. He groaned when he felt Lazarus' tongue slide over his fingers, cleaning them. "Fuck, you're sex on legs."
"Now there's something I'll gladly walk in on any day."
Jesse grinned at their lover. Gabriel leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, erection crystal clear beneath denim. "He claims I'm as bad as you."
"Does he now?" Gabriel left the door and walked over. He stopped in front of Lazarus and leaned down, capturing the mage's mouth in a kiss.
Jesse groaned and rubbed his own hard cock against Lazarus' ass, jeans growing entirely too tight for comfort. He loved watching them together almost as much as he loved getting involved. Lazarus was short and lithe, with snow-white hair and pale blue skin in his true elemental form. Gabriel towered over him, pitch black hair a sharp contrast to their ice mage. Jesse idly wondered if they'd ever fucked -- back when they'd been lovers long ago -- while Gabriel stayed in his demonic form. The thought made him harder.
"I could easily zap you two with lightning bolts," Lazarus muttered when Gabriel's lips moved lower. The threat would've been believable had Lazarus not shuddered in Jesse's arms.
Gabriel chuckled and met Jesse over the mage's shoulder for a deep kiss. "You have that look again."
"What look?"
"The one you get when you want to watch."
Jesse would've replied, but Lazarus turned between them, and the mage sank to his knees. "Have you ever..." Jesse gasped as cool fingers wrapped tight around his cock. He didn't even remember his jeans opening.
Gabriel licked Jesse's lips, and then he reached down, gathering Lazarus' hair to hold it back. "Have I...?"
"Fuck. He's scrambling my brain," Jesse panted. He dropped a hand to Lazarus' head and thrust into the mage's mouth. "I want to watch you fuck him -- in your true form."
