RANCE
The groan that Rance's hands seem to draw from Oliver had him rocking into the blond again, this time moving with Oliver, pleasure zinging over his skin. He licked his lips, blue eyes dark with lust as they raked over the arch of the other man's neck and the redness of his lips.
The blunt reply curved Rance's mouth in a fresh grin, amused, and approving. He chuckled at the teasing that followed, his grin taking on a sharp edge. "Gods, no. At least not just kissing." He trailed off, joy in the hum of his voice. He tilted his head down to lick a wet line up to curve of Oliver's throat, ending it with a nip just below his jaw. Lifting his head just enough so that his lips brushed over the soft flesh of an earlobe, his rumbled, "Which one's your room?"
Almost before he'd finished speaking, Rance was backing up, pulling Oliver away from the wall with him.
The blunt reply curved Rance's mouth in a fresh grin, amused, and approving. He chuckled at the teasing that followed, his grin taking on a sharp edge. "Gods, no. At least not just kissing." He trailed off, joy in the hum of his voice. He tilted his head down to lick a wet line up to curve of Oliver's throat, ending it with a nip just below his jaw. Lifting his head just enough so that his lips brushed over the soft flesh of an earlobe, his rumbled, "Which one's your room?"
Almost before he'd finished speaking, Rance was backing up, pulling Oliver away from the wall with him.
i dont want for much, only a book, some whiskey
and the kiss of your touch
and the kiss of your touch
