He liked the feel of Rory shivering against him, responding to his touch, wanting him and welcoming him close. He liked the feel of their kisses, slow and sweet, or deep and hot, tasting of each other and unlike anything else he had known. He liked the heat that grew between them, and the way sparks danced beneath his skin wherever they touched.
He did a great deal more than like the way the hunter had made him feel with his hands and his lips and the way they shared control back and forth as easily as breathing, until Jigano had lost himself in his lover’s mouth.
Gods Rory was magnificent.
He laid him gently back against the ground, taking a moment to admire the spill of blond hair across the moss, and the way the moonlight danced over his lover’s skin. Bracing himself on one hand, the fox reached out to gently trace the scars on a pale shoulder that had come from his jaws, a time not so long ago but which felt a lifetime away tonight. Silver hair spilled over his own shoulders to tickle and coil against Rory’s chest as he bent down to nuzzle his lover’s jaw, a smile curving his lips. ”Where should I begin…?” he murmured teasingly, letting his fingers trail lightly down his mate’s prone body. ”Ahhh…” His hand found a lean hip, flexing there as he traced his tongue down the side of Rory’s throat to press his lips in a kiss that carried gentle teeth in it, nipping at sensitive skin just hard enough to bring a flicker of sharpness to the pleasure.
His kisses continued slowly southward as he let himself sink down to cover his lover’s body again, warming them both and pressing the smooth skin of his stomach to the hunter’s erection. A low growl of approval rose in his throat at feeling Rory’s continued readiness and he nipped lightly at a collarbone and then licked the spot gently to soothe the playful bite.
He did a great deal more than like the way the hunter had made him feel with his hands and his lips and the way they shared control back and forth as easily as breathing, until Jigano had lost himself in his lover’s mouth.
Gods Rory was magnificent.
He laid him gently back against the ground, taking a moment to admire the spill of blond hair across the moss, and the way the moonlight danced over his lover’s skin. Bracing himself on one hand, the fox reached out to gently trace the scars on a pale shoulder that had come from his jaws, a time not so long ago but which felt a lifetime away tonight. Silver hair spilled over his own shoulders to tickle and coil against Rory’s chest as he bent down to nuzzle his lover’s jaw, a smile curving his lips. ”Where should I begin…?” he murmured teasingly, letting his fingers trail lightly down his mate’s prone body. ”Ahhh…” His hand found a lean hip, flexing there as he traced his tongue down the side of Rory’s throat to press his lips in a kiss that carried gentle teeth in it, nipping at sensitive skin just hard enough to bring a flicker of sharpness to the pleasure.
His kisses continued slowly southward as he let himself sink down to cover his lover’s body again, warming them both and pressing the smooth skin of his stomach to the hunter’s erection. A low growl of approval rose in his throat at feeling Rory’s continued readiness and he nipped lightly at a collarbone and then licked the spot gently to soothe the playful bite.
