"Of course. You gave me a home when I had none. It is the least I could do be concerned for your well-being." Abasi replied, more comfortable to phrase his feelings as if they were a deal he had to fulfil, rather than something he was giving willingly.
He had always been able to get involved in work; he ran the cloth over Loren's skin with quick, efficient movements of his wrist. Yet somehow, even though he paused and his eyes widened, he had almost expected Loren to move backwards towards him. He had realised that this was a private space for them both, after all, and besides he could feel it, the filament that held them apart beginning to fray -
- It was a relief that it snapped.
Easily his hand went with Loren's, the cloth falling to somewhere on the floor as he spread his fingers out over the man's chest. Abasi had not often seen the appeal of sins of the flesh, but feeling the warm skin under his fingers he could not deny the heat that rose in his chest, quickly sinking downwards. "Loren..." He said, unsure what he was trying to say, then his lips were claimed in a kiss; he let the words melt away into it, sure this was probably a better way to communicate anyway.
This time there was little hesitation. His lips parted and he let Loren's hand in his hair guide him, tilting his head into the kiss with an inexperienced but eager enthusiasm. He didn't dare to move his hands, not yet, but he ventured to press his tongue to Loren's lips, deepening the kiss with a faint groan from his throat.
