Rory’s stillness had the tension of yearning, not uncertainty, and so Jigano continued his explorations, and he was rewarded with the most careful of nips to his lip. A quieter moan, sweet and soft and low met his capture. There was no denying how readily his body reacted to the hunter’s rougher handling, but the softer seductions left him shivering with desire and begging without words for Rory to continue, even as he barely paused the slow strokes of his hands over his lover’s skin beneath his tunic, returning each favor in his own way.
And there was no question that the man liked the direction one of the fox’s hands had taken, his gasp earning a pleased, proud smile into their kiss. A smile which was interrupted at the play of fingers along a furred ear that sent a shudder from the tip of Jigano’s tailbone all the way up to those ears and back down again. A sound escaped that was not quite a whimper, but his fingers flexed hard against Rory’s back and ass and he returned pleasure for pleasure with the movement of their bodies, constrained only by the clothes that were definitely becoming a problem.
What had been delicious when he had instigated it was even better when it was reciprocated under Rory’s control. Jigano hissed into their kiss, knees going dangerously weak, and for a moment he leaned into the hunter as much for balance as for a desire to be closer to him. He was putty in his partner’s hands, and only murmured a faint, wordless protest when Rory tried to pull away. A token resistance was all he managed before his brain caught up with the rest of him, realizing that his partner meant to strip him, and he relaxed his hold on the lean, muscled form he was memorizing enough to pull back and free his shirt from the press of their bodies.
Rory was looking at him like he could devour the lorekeeper with his eyes, and Jigano shivered at the intensity of that gaze, not realizing his own was just as hungry. He reached a trembling hand up to touch his lover’s cheek again, feeling an ache in his heart at how handsome he was, how impossible it seemed that such a good man, strong and wise and kind, could want him…
But he did. There could be no room for doubt, no second-guessing, and a momentary wildness rose up in his chest. He wanted to be seen, wanted to be admired, wanted to bare everything and stand vulnerable before his feather-haired lover. He ducked his head, twisting and helping Rory to strip his tunic off him until his skin lay clothed only in starlight and shadow and the faint reflection of the glowing stones of the nearby Glade. Silvery scars traced his left shoulder, where a wolf’s jaws had once savaged a white fox. Fresher marks showed where falling debris in the Spire had left him wounded and weak until the healers had patched him up again. Furred ears canted back a little uncertainly as he reached for his belt, and now a blush rose in his cheeks and chased down his neck as he hesitated. ”All of it?” he asked softly, knowing the answer but needing to hear it from Rory’s lips – or his hands – before his courage abandoned him again.
And there was no question that the man liked the direction one of the fox’s hands had taken, his gasp earning a pleased, proud smile into their kiss. A smile which was interrupted at the play of fingers along a furred ear that sent a shudder from the tip of Jigano’s tailbone all the way up to those ears and back down again. A sound escaped that was not quite a whimper, but his fingers flexed hard against Rory’s back and ass and he returned pleasure for pleasure with the movement of their bodies, constrained only by the clothes that were definitely becoming a problem.
What had been delicious when he had instigated it was even better when it was reciprocated under Rory’s control. Jigano hissed into their kiss, knees going dangerously weak, and for a moment he leaned into the hunter as much for balance as for a desire to be closer to him. He was putty in his partner’s hands, and only murmured a faint, wordless protest when Rory tried to pull away. A token resistance was all he managed before his brain caught up with the rest of him, realizing that his partner meant to strip him, and he relaxed his hold on the lean, muscled form he was memorizing enough to pull back and free his shirt from the press of their bodies.
Rory was looking at him like he could devour the lorekeeper with his eyes, and Jigano shivered at the intensity of that gaze, not realizing his own was just as hungry. He reached a trembling hand up to touch his lover’s cheek again, feeling an ache in his heart at how handsome he was, how impossible it seemed that such a good man, strong and wise and kind, could want him…
But he did. There could be no room for doubt, no second-guessing, and a momentary wildness rose up in his chest. He wanted to be seen, wanted to be admired, wanted to bare everything and stand vulnerable before his feather-haired lover. He ducked his head, twisting and helping Rory to strip his tunic off him until his skin lay clothed only in starlight and shadow and the faint reflection of the glowing stones of the nearby Glade. Silvery scars traced his left shoulder, where a wolf’s jaws had once savaged a white fox. Fresher marks showed where falling debris in the Spire had left him wounded and weak until the healers had patched him up again. Furred ears canted back a little uncertainly as he reached for his belt, and now a blush rose in his cheeks and chased down his neck as he hesitated. ”All of it?” he asked softly, knowing the answer but needing to hear it from Rory’s lips – or his hands – before his courage abandoned him again.
