Cat had always thought what he felt had been the closest to actual emotion he would ever git. Always, what he felt, was borrowed. Siphoned from those around him. Mimicked. It felt different now, in this moment. It truly awed him. Alcuin awed him. Angelic, beautiful Alcuin. So soft, kind and caring. Spoiling him, accepting of his touch and clinging nature.
Fingers of one hand still in those soft blond locks, Cat moved with Alcuin, the emotions of that small kiss showing clearly on a face that had absolutely no training in hiding spontaneously manifested emotions of a strong quality. What emotions? Love, affection, with the tint of lust.
Cat was entranced by that kiss, and he wanted more. So much more. All that Alcuin could give him. He would accept it all. His name, his true name, spoken like that had a soft hitching of breath forming, with the slightest tremble running through him. No one had ever said his name like that; like a prayer. Like he was the answer to a prayer. A cambion never was. "Alcuin," Cat said softly, his love and need in his voice. He licked over his own lips before meeting Alcuin in that next kiss. Eyes closing, his other hand moving up to slide into those long, beautiful locks of hair. Lips parted if Alcuin so wished to deepen their kiss... hopeful that other man would.