Getting Attention

[Nox]

There was little left of his control when Raffe's hand found his jaw and then Raffe's mouth found his neck and the rest was a blur. Hands, lips, teeth. Clothing lost in slow motion. Not for lack of urgency. Need and want had become one. Heat and desire pushed and pulled. Nox had wanted this. Wanted to remember more than anything. Nothing dulled the sensation as every time before with a man. it was a passing thought - something shared with Raffe - a first so to speak - so hard to remember those in the heat of the moment.

Bodies pressed together, the bed rumpled with their adventures. The fog of pleasure uninterrupted.

Heaving chests. Breath lost and returned. The peak of pleasure as one, only to collapse into a pile of goo when done.

Covered in sweat and sex and curled against Raffe - it wasn't either of their bed, but the thought was pushed away. Though it lingered nearby. This wasn't home. Maybe they should have waited till then. Nox tilted his head to press a kiss to the scar and Raffe's throat then the bottom of his chin. "I'm speechless." Nox said filling the void of the companionable silence. "I'm not dreaming am I?" It had been a common theme in the dreams that came when Raffe stayed the night.

But Nox knew he had to move soon. For two reasons, the first was the Atharim could be outside waiting for him, and two he had to take Raffe home through the tunnels so Kallisti would be safe.