whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
As Nate leaned in, and pressed his hand against Loren's chest, the healer's breath hitched in his throat. He stared into the doctor's eyes as the Ascended hovered, lips not quite touching the healer's. As the other man moved to bite the Launceleyn's neck, though, he gasped as pleasure flooded through him.When Nate's fingers slid up from Loren's jaw to his hair, he moved easily under the doctor's ministrations, not offering a hint of resistance. The healer's own hand lifted up to the other man's hips, resting there easily. Moaning, the Launceleyn managed to squeeze out a coherent thought and sentence. "So much for foreplay." However, it was clear from his tone that he didn't mind this turn of events in the slightest.
what goes, let go
LOREN
