Much as he hated to be parted from his friend – from his heat, his hands, his body – there was no denying a certain spice in being able to tease him in return. Just watching how the hunter fidgeted, tense and hungry, would have been worth every extra second of his own impatience to be back in those arms, but it was the control that Rory exerted over himself, in spite of the beast within him, that fanned Jigano’s flames and left him aching to get out of his pants.
”For you? Always,” came the rumbled response to the breathy compliment – or maybe it wasn’t, but the fox was going to take it as such anyways as he made his own request. Watching Rory’s own self-discipline while the bard had stripped made it easier to rein himself back now, not moving slowly, no, but careful still of his lover’s beautiful hair and the work he’d done in decorating it. It was a beauty that deserved protecting, even in the face of the primal need that coursed in his blood and begged for release with every shaking breath.
But then the shirt was gone, and he yielded gladly to the hands that pulled him close and the lips that claimed his skin. A breathy groan of approval escaped as he felt Rory’s moon-silvered skin against his – at last! – hot and silken and textured with scars he couldn’t see but could feel against his body. His own arms rose to wrap around the hunter and hold him close, protective and possessive as he nuzzled shameless kisses into blond hair and over the edge of an earlobe.
And then he was tensing in that strong embrace, gasping as a hand went wandering with nothing between his skin and that electric touch that roamed and teased and promised with a confidence that was as arousing as their earlier kiss had been. Rory knew exactly what he was doing when he whispered into a furred ear that flicked as Jigano shuddered and lost control of the moan he’d been holding in until that moment. He dragged himself back from the edge with difficulty, hands curling around the hunter’s shoulders with deceptive gentleness as he pulled back to regard his lover with eyes that held only the thinnest rim of blue around pupils blown wide with desire.
Very carefully, very deliberately, he leaned forward to capture Rory’s lips in a slow, deep kiss, taking his time as his body’s need crashed against the walls of his fracturing self-control. ”All of it,” he begged against the hunter’s lips at last, taking barely half a step back and wrapping his arms around himself self-consciously as he stood: naked, erect, proud, and vulnerable before his still-half-clothed mate, as intent on the lean, athletic body before him as he’d ever been on the sight of his prey.
”For you? Always,” came the rumbled response to the breathy compliment – or maybe it wasn’t, but the fox was going to take it as such anyways as he made his own request. Watching Rory’s own self-discipline while the bard had stripped made it easier to rein himself back now, not moving slowly, no, but careful still of his lover’s beautiful hair and the work he’d done in decorating it. It was a beauty that deserved protecting, even in the face of the primal need that coursed in his blood and begged for release with every shaking breath.
But then the shirt was gone, and he yielded gladly to the hands that pulled him close and the lips that claimed his skin. A breathy groan of approval escaped as he felt Rory’s moon-silvered skin against his – at last! – hot and silken and textured with scars he couldn’t see but could feel against his body. His own arms rose to wrap around the hunter and hold him close, protective and possessive as he nuzzled shameless kisses into blond hair and over the edge of an earlobe.
And then he was tensing in that strong embrace, gasping as a hand went wandering with nothing between his skin and that electric touch that roamed and teased and promised with a confidence that was as arousing as their earlier kiss had been. Rory knew exactly what he was doing when he whispered into a furred ear that flicked as Jigano shuddered and lost control of the moan he’d been holding in until that moment. He dragged himself back from the edge with difficulty, hands curling around the hunter’s shoulders with deceptive gentleness as he pulled back to regard his lover with eyes that held only the thinnest rim of blue around pupils blown wide with desire.
Very carefully, very deliberately, he leaned forward to capture Rory’s lips in a slow, deep kiss, taking his time as his body’s need crashed against the walls of his fracturing self-control. ”All of it,” he begged against the hunter’s lips at last, taking barely half a step back and wrapping his arms around himself self-consciously as he stood: naked, erect, proud, and vulnerable before his still-half-clothed mate, as intent on the lean, athletic body before him as he’d ever been on the sight of his prey.
