The whole situation changed. It went from tender kisses to just… want. No, need. And Eisen didn’t care. It was mutual need. The very second Rory’s lips parted and that positively sinful sound escaped, the point of no return was long gone. Eisen, normally capable of reeling in that particular set of instincts, felt his body being thrown into overdrive. Every single time Rory’s hand touched him it was like the want he was feeling multiplied. He kept his eyes focused completely on Rory as he discarded the shirt, and he really couldn’t have cared less where it landed. Instead, he was fascinated by the new skin that was revealed to him. Perhaps it was a bit peculiar that it was another man, but that other man was Rory. Rory wasn’t just anyone. Rory was the one person he trusted above all else.
Eisen felt Rory’s hand come to rest on his hip, and the other hand playing at the hem of his shirt, and he very quickly tugged the fabric up and off. As soon as his shirt was discarded to another unknown destination in the half-light that the streetlight outside his window cast into the room, Eisen’s eyes fell upon Rory. The golden glow that the aforementioned streetlight cast upon his face made him look… beautiful. His eyes shone a little, and the way his lips, a little swollen from the intensity of their kisses, were just barely parted as he breathed? Eisen didn’t have any idea how he hadn’t seen it before. Maybe Eisen should have voiced that, but he didn’t really have the mental-wherewithal at the moment, so instead, he let his hand fall to Rory’s waist as he leaned down to kiss him again.