LOREN
Luckily, blessedly, wonderfully, Abasi’s hand came up to hold Loren’s. Then their lips touched, finally, incredibly, even if it was relatively chaste at first. He kept his eyes open, gazing into the other man’s. If this was all they were going to do for a while—maybe ever, if LongNight was as cruel this year as it had been in years past, or something else or they themselves got in the way—the Launceleyn wanted to experience every sensation, memorize every detail. So they stayed like that for an endless instant.Then the other man cupped the summoner’s jaw, and his eyes widened. That was a surprise, but it was certainly a more than pleasant one. Indeed, he mirrored Abasi’s motion: Loren laid his hand atop the other man’s, while the thumb on Abasi’s cheek stroked softly, tenderly.
However, the other man didn’t stop there. Maybe they’d both wanted this more than they realized, or maybe Abasi was just getting caught up in the heat of the moment. The Launceleyn decided not to worry about the whys of it all, just the whats
Which was why, when the Launceleyn felt the other man’s lips open, the summoner hummed happily and maybe, just maybe a bit wickedly in the back of his throat as his tongue darted forward, seeking entry. A heat was building in his belly, and even this small touch was enough to send blood rushing towards his groin. Despite having been with Frey, he hadn't actually been with that many people, so even this small amount of pleasure was enough to excite him. And his body. Still, he didn’t want to push Abasi farther than the other man was comfortable; all Loren had asked for was a kiss, and while he wasn’t opposed to doing more, he wouldn't move beyond a kiss unless invited to. However, if it was a fucking amazing kiss, he definitely wouldn’t mind.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
