LOREN
So far, so very very good. Abasi let Loren’s tongue in, so he immediately sought out the other man’s. Simultaneously, the summoner’s teeth nipped at Abasi’s lower lip, pulling on it gently. If they were only going to have this one kiss to sustain them, then the Launceleyn wanted it to be one to remember. Maybe one that the other man would think about, and want more of. This was just a taste. So it better be delicious.Although Loren let out a small growl as Abasi pulled away, the summoner let the other man’s mouth go. However, even as Abasi lowered himself, the Launceleyn kept his hand on the other man’s cheek. Smiling gently down, Loren’s thumb stroked softly, once. Twice. ”Just one.” His smile grew until it was a full blown grin and his voice dropped to a lower and slightly heated pitch, his eyes twinkling with what might’ve been mischief or might’ve been hints of passion. ”For now.” Because now that he’d gotten one kiss—and now that he knew the other man’s misgivings most likely were just with the setting and not with the act itself—the Launceleyn wasn’t going to be satisfied until he’d gotten more than one. Of everything Abasi was willing to offer.
Maybe that made the summoner selfish and foolish. But it had been over a year since he’d kissed anyone, and now his body was awakened with a passion that he barely remembered experiencing before. With Frey, it had been different, more head-spinning—and more pleasurable, probably, not that the summoner had a good baseline for that—but somehow less intimate and true than kissing a real person.
However, he released Abasi, knowing this needed to end. The summoner rolled onto his back, though their sides still touched. ”Let the record show that I judged that entirely pleasurable.” Indeed, that fact was apparent by the way Loren’s pants suddenly felt too tight, and the way his cheeks had heated and reddened. Maybe it was an outsized reaction for what had been a pretty tame kiss, all things considered, but again, it had been a long, long time before he’d actually done this. Hopefully the other man agreed with the Launceleyn’s assessment. He hadn't missed Abasi's hesitancy, but Loren prayed that was just uncertainty about how to move on from here, from this, something that he didn't have answers for either. Yet.
A beggar's book
outworths
a noble's blood
