Anael

As far as Anael was concerned, the warmth had been changing into proper heat, but not the urgent sort. He had meant it when he had told Alcuin, as little or as much as he wanted. He was more than content with what they were already sharing, with the emotions building between them. One of his hands traveled feather-light up his chest, while the other curled over Alcuin's hips, and if he broke the kiss, it was only to trail his lips along Alcuin's jaw and to his neck, kissing and nipping at the tender skin.