Whatever part of Eisen’s mind would have housed the sense to hit the kill-switch and stop this had been long gone from the very moment Rory’s lips touched his. Now, though, it was dead, buried and there was no turning back. Eisen’s lips moved from Rory’s lips, but not too far. He settled them on his jaw, kissing softly and nipping very lightly at the skin there, following whatever the instinct was that had brought them here, because it certainly hadn’t steered him wrong then. The way this felt was more intoxicating than anything Eisen had ever felt before, and regardless of the circumstance, Eisen was more than positive it would have felt sensational.
Heart still jackhammering away in his chest, he stopped for just a second, pulling back and looking at Rory. There was no denying the look on his face. That was want. Eisen grinned and leaned down, pressing his lips to Rory’s once more, content to just… do this for as long as he could.
Or at least he thought he was. It hit him like a wall while their lips were locked… a wall of, well, Eisen didn’t know what. But he didn’t care either, and yet again instinct won out over questions. He very gently took Rory’s lower lip between his teeth, tugging lightly on the flesh while his free hand roamed down to slide under the shirt Rory wore and pressed against his skin.