there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch
It was a wonderful moment indeed. And it was getting better with every passing moment: as the other man climbed on top of the prone summoner, he grinned up at Abasi. The other man was right, it was much better in the bed. Or maybe that was just the feeling of Abasi’s lips on Loren’s; perhaps it was their bare chests pressing together as the Launceleyn’s hands came up to trace patterns down the other man’s spine; it could have been the delicious pressure as Abasi ground his hips into the summoner’s, their hard lengths rubbing against each other even through their pants.Pants that Loren very much wanted to be off. So even as he responded eagerly to the other man’s kiss—with tongue and teeth and a very happy growl—the Launceleyn found himself turning, rolling them over so that he was on top. Breaking off the kiss, he gazed down at Abasi for a breathless moment. Then the summoner swiftly lifted his hips and pulled his own pants down. They tangled around his ankles as he tried to awkwardly kick off his boots. Simultaneously, one hand propped himself up while the other tried to tug down the other man’s pants. It was hardly the most graceful or efficient movement, but there was hopefully something sensual in it.
and it's bringing me out the dark
LOREN
