there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch
Grinning at the other man’s comment, the summoner let out a huff of laughter. ”Oh I wasn’t. I very much enjoyed myself.” Indeed, the Launceleyn’s voice came out in almost a contented purr; draped as he was over Abasi, Loren found himself nearly floating on a sea of bliss not too far from the one Frey had created. Despite the fear and terror from earlier, it had turned out to be a decidedly excellent series of events post-Rathskellar.The kiss was different from the others. In the best possible way: it was tender and they both seemed content to just accept a simple touch. It was a nice contrast from the uncertainty of their first kiss and the hungry passion they’d just been through. Or at least, the summoner thought so. It seemed that Abasi had his doubts—well, maybe not doubts, but something was definitely on his mind—since the other man’s hand grasped the Launceleyn’s wrist as Abasi asked for something that made the summoner’s heart flutter a bit.
{/i}Promise me. That this was not the last time.{/i}
He hadn’t been expecting anything more from this. Indeed, he would’ve been content with just this, a few stolen moments of joy and pleasure during the darkness of LongNight. Even now, with the healing he'd been doing, he hadn't really believed he deserved more. Was capable of more. But maybe Abasi wanted more. And the Launceleyn definitely did as well, however he might feel about himself. Wonder of wonders, perhaps the other man was willing and able to see past the summoner’s many, many flaws.
Something deep within relaxed, a fear that he hadn’t even known he had.
So Loren smiled. There was something almost predatory about it as his eyes raked down the other man’s naked and cum-streaked body. ”I promise.” Bringing the hand that Abasi had grabbed up to the summoner’s lips, he kissed each knuckle, gaze now trained on the other man’s face. Then the Launceleyn gently extracted his wrist and walked over to the bucket of water, given Abasi a new view of the ass that he’d just fucked. Dipping two rags in the water, Loren turned and walked back, holding one out for the other man as the summoner cleaned himself off with the other cloth.
and it's bringing me out the dark
LOREN
