Kalynd felt a little lightheaded, every gasping breath a much needed relief as he tried to keep up with Loren's movements. It was definitely a hands-on training in the art of kissing that had Kalynd feeling overstimulated in a way that confused him--it wasn't unpleasant, but it was a lot to take in, and his mind didn't seem to have room to fit much else in. He tried not to concentrate so hard on the what and more on the general instinct of responding to Loren's movements, following the flow of his tongue in Kalynd's mouth as it darted in and out and danced around his own.
As they kissed, Kalynd only felt vaguely aware of Loren moving his hand down his chest and of the other man's own hand dropping lightly from Kal's shoulder to his hip. Kalynd did let his hand move gently over more of Loren's bare skin stretched over hard muscle, oblivious to anything but the feel of each ridge and groove, fascinating new discoveries for Kalynd's fingers to find.
As they kissed, Kalynd only felt vaguely aware of Loren moving his hand down his chest and of the other man's own hand dropping lightly from Kal's shoulder to his hip. Kalynd did let his hand move gently over more of Loren's bare skin stretched over hard muscle, oblivious to anything but the feel of each ridge and groove, fascinating new discoveries for Kalynd's fingers to find.
