RANCE
Rance filed away Oliver's reactions to the neck nibbling for later. He could feel the vibration of Oliver's moan against his tongue, his lips, as delicious in that moment as the taste of his skin. Nails made tiny points of sharp pain in his own neck and they mixed with the ache of arousal. His voice already tended toward a growl, but the fresh wave of desire gave it a breathy quality as he purred his question into Oliver's ear.
It was very tempting to turn into a raven and fly down the hall. But there would be another time for teasing. Neither of them needed to extend the chase again. "Fourth door? Far too fuckin' many," Rance murmured with a groan before nipping Oliver's earlobe.
He couldn't pull away, not with his companion still wrapped around him, and he knew he wasn't strong enough to carry him there without it being embarrassingly awkward. He did loosen the embrace of his own arms, stepping back, ready to back down the hall while making out if he had to. If given the chance to break away, however, he would take Oliver's hand, march down the hall, and immediately begin kissing his neck again, letting the owner of the room handle the door.
It was very tempting to turn into a raven and fly down the hall. But there would be another time for teasing. Neither of them needed to extend the chase again. "Fourth door? Far too fuckin' many," Rance murmured with a groan before nipping Oliver's earlobe.
He couldn't pull away, not with his companion still wrapped around him, and he knew he wasn't strong enough to carry him there without it being embarrassingly awkward. He did loosen the embrace of his own arms, stepping back, ready to back down the hall while making out if he had to. If given the chance to break away, however, he would take Oliver's hand, march down the hall, and immediately begin kissing his neck again, letting the owner of the room handle the door.
i dont want for much, only a book, some whiskey
and the kiss of your touch
and the kiss of your touch
