whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Letting out a huff of laughter, Loren smirked up at Nate. "Is that so?" The healer leaned forward despite the slightly awkward angle. Dropping his voice to a challenging and heated whisper, he stared directly into the doctor's eyes. "You don't seem the type to give me either." The gauntlet was laid, though the Launceleyn put up no resistance as the other man stripped off Loren's clothes.The nails on his thighs drew a moan. His own fingers raked down Nate's chest. The healer let the doctor kneel easily enough, draping his legs over the other man's shoulder's. As the professor bit down, though, the Launceleyn gasped. It quickly turned until a groan as the pleasure coursed through him. His eyes fluttered shut as his fingers found Nate's hair and made a fist in it.
what goes, let go
LOREN
