For so long Eric had been without physical touch. In the time since they had parted, Eric hadn't allowed himself to touch anyone. None of his new friends, neither of them knew what he could do with a single brush of skin, and so he craved it just as much or more than the blood of his mate. Now he basked in the connection, the simple, feather-light brush of flesh. There didn't have to be anything more than that, for the moment this was all he needed.
Eric closed his eyes for a moment, let himself be coated in Macklyn's presence, before his eyes fluttered open again. He tilted his head, brushing the ends of their noses together in a small, sweet gesture, and as their skin touched he opened the channel of feeling and offered a boost of adoration laced cleanly with desire. He didn't let it linger though, wanting his mate only to have the hint of a taste and savor the flavor of the feelings.
Sevoring the connection entirely, a tease of a gesture, Eric sat back slowly keeping Macklyn in his line of vision, "We really should get cleaning." It was the last thing he wanted to do, clean, but now the ball was in Macklyn's court. It was for his mate to decide what they did next.