there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch
The feeling of Abasi’s fingers tracing up and down the Launceleyn’s spine made him smile. His own hand was already in the other man’s hair, stroking gently. The summoner could’ve stayed like this forever, he thought, just enjoying the glow of being touched and held and wanted, wanted in a way he’d rarely been before. Strangely enough, it felt just as good to want: he’d spent so long closing himself off that it was an almost painful joy to have finally opened himself. And not just physically and not just once, but twice in short succession. Indeed, he could feel himself drifting, finally spent.However, he still had the energy to chuckle, the sound more a rumble in his chest that Abasi would obviously feel, given how the Launceleyn was draped over the other man. ”Well. I’m glad I got to be the one to show you.” At Abasi’s question, the summoner laughed again, the sound pure contentment given vocal form. ”More than content. Happy. Joyous. Blissful.” And many more synonyms along that line.
Shifting his hand to Abasi’s cheek, Loren cupped it before tilting his head to capture the other man’s lips one last time (for now). This time, the kiss was far more gentle, though no less passionate in its own way. Breaking it off, he smiled down at the other man, another one of those special smiles the summoner saved for special occasions. This certainly counted. ”As loathe as I am to suggest it, we should probably get cleaned up. I’m sure you’re not the only one looking for me.” The Launceleyn’s thumb stroked a soft rhythm against the other man’s cheek.
and it's bringing me out the dark
LOREN
