Rory made a sweet, soft noise, something between a gasp and a whine, as Eisen’s hand touched his virgin skin. He was trembling lightly, a jumble of nerves and endorphins. As ashamed as he was to admit it, Rory had never been touched this way before, and the fact that it was Eisen offering the caresses made them feel that much sweeter. Every touch was electric; his skin begged to be caressed and cosseted, which was why Rory was so easily coaxed out of his shirt, discarding it easily with a flick of his hand and not bothering to pay attention to where it landed.
What he did pay attention to was the placement of his own hands. The free hand gently caressed the brunette’s cheek for a moment before slipping down his chest to play with the hem of his t-shirt and the arm twined around Eisen’s back was relocated to his waist, Rory’s fingers curling gently around the curve of Eisen’s hip bone.