When Rory’s tongue slipped between his lips, Eisen immediately curled his tongue around it, allowing himself to submit even more. His eyes closed yet again, but every other sense heightened as a result. The taste of Rory’s lips, his tongue – vaguely like toothpaste used hours ago, with an unidentifiable flavor that Eisen could only place as Rory’s unique taste – was almost as intoxicating as the feel; warm and inviting, eager but hesitant. The scent of Rory’s skin, the same as always but somehow absolutely irresistible, was more or less a gas pedal, spurring Eisen on, making him want this more and more with each passing second. And the feel of it? Warm. Soft. Smooth. Until this very moment, Eisen had no idea what he was missing.
What really did it, though, was the sound of his voice. He’d only said two words, but Eisen didn’t need to hear much more. Those two words said more than a million others ever could. His eyes locked on Rory’s, the smile on his face still there, but different now. It was still amorous, but softer now. Eisen leaned down, kissing him again, but this time a little more tenderly as his hand slid down Rory’s waist and snuck beneath the hem of his pants, landing on his hip. This was all instinct. As far as males went, Eisen had only touched himself like this, but he knew, the moment his name escaped Rory’s lips, that he wanted to hear more. Stealing his fingers slowly along the front of Rory’s thigh, then further to the inside, he smoothed the very tips of his fingers along the smooth, warm skin, waiting for some kind of reaction before continuing.