there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch
As Lusea and Sunjata kissed, Loren watched them with heated eyes, his breath already coming a bit more quickly. It didn’t matter that he didn’t know what the other two were saying, given how obvious all their body language was. Although the real words did help: as the other man touched the summoner’s thigh then showed him that Lusea liked it more forceful, rougher than his gentle movements earlier, he found his hand coming up to tangle in her hair. His fingers tightened as he angled her so that he could mirror Sunjata on the other side of her neck.This time, the Launceleyn didn’t hold back. He kissed and sucked and bit hard enough to bruise. Then, again, he followed the other man’s lead. Loren’s hand came back to her breast. There was no gentle circle, no fingers trailing softly. Instead, he found himself pinching and pushing and twisting and pulling.
While he did notice the ocean on Lusea’s chest and the fire on Sunjata, the symbolism was lost on the summoner. Besides, he was beyond caring about things like that. Instead, at the other man’s words, the Launceleyn turned to look at the panther. ”Yes.” Loren’s voice came out in a growl and without hesitation. A challenge. He always rose to a challenge, although he’d already risen to this one, as she'd find out when her hips pressed against his hard length.
Then, because he felt that the other man had been paying far too much attention to Lusea, and because Loren hadn’t done nearly enough for Sunjata, the hand on her chest moved to the panther's. The summoner scratched, just short of drawing blood, before finding the other man’s nipple and twisting it.
When Lusea began to move and turn, the Launceleyn’s eyes and attention immediately snapped back to her. Her back was marked with scars that looked like lash marks. For a moment, his fingers twitched to erase them, but he’d learned the folly of wiping away such markings for no reason, and he had much more pressing concerns. Like how tight his pants were as she removed hers. That was all the hint he needed. Lifting himself one-handed from the chair he was in, the other stripped what remained of his own pants in a motion that was far from graceful, but was certainly efficient. His dick sprang up as the pants pooled around his ankles. He kicked them away distractedly.
That was because his eyes were busy practically devouring every inch of Luseas's exposed skin, scars all all. Although she came back towards Loren, it seemed she was far more interested in Sunjata’s opinion, if the way she spoke and kissed the other man was any indication. Now, the summoner didn’t mind being the outsider here. Indeed, he was more than happy to be used for this, a fact that was evident from how achingly hard he was.
But even he felt that the two of them were far more interested in each other They weren't treating the Launceleyn as anything more than a body they had to guide through everything. Which, granted, he was. That being said, they’d asked him if he was ready for this, and he should probably prove that he was. So he slapped her ass, hard enough to leave an imprint of his hand behind. Then, growling, he reached forward and grabbed her, fingers digging into her hips as he jerked her backwards. His cock ground against her ass and he moaned at the contact and the friction.
and it's bringing me out the dark
LOREN
