The Brightest Stars

Caiside sighed into the kiss Bastien so reverently places upon him, leaning up into the slight touch on his chest. The spot where each fingertip presses against him felt like an ember, the moment it started to burn. Bright, and dangerous. His eyes however, stayed trained on Bastien the entire time, molten gold pouring over the man until he pulled away. Without being asked, Caiside rose, following the priest deeper into the ‘church’. ”You keep calling me these little names.” He pointed out softly as they entered the other room, a smile lifting the ends of his words when he saw the soft bench. Stepping ahead of Bastien, he sat, getting himself comfortable, an action that involved stretching with the sole purpose of showing himself off. When he was still, he continued, holding out a hand to the priest. ”What do they mean?” Even in the positio he was, he couldn’t help but be curious. Caiside heir of fire and ash