whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
Given the pleasure coursing through Loren from Nate's latest bite (and maybe the blood loss too) the healer was hardly capable of coherent thoughts or speech. He continued to moan, body writhing a bit. Eyes still closed, he let out a whine when the doctor removed his fangs. However, the other man's lips were soon back, kissing the bite, and the Launceleyn let out a pleased hum. When he felt liquid followed by a finger brush his hole, his eyes snapped open. Gasping, he found himself bucking his hips a bit, trying to increase the pressure. "Fuck me." It came out as a growl, and he grabbed Nate's hair with one hand, gripping it tightly.
what goes, let go
LOREN
