Rory wasn’t the only one who hadn’t expected this. Though it was just about the farthest thing from Eisen’s mind, the very last thing he’d expected when he’d pleaded with Alex Bailey to redirect his rage a few hours ago was to be laying in bed with Rory. Still, now that he was here? There was honestly no place he’d rather be.
Eisen breathed out a soft noise – a combination between an enraptured moan and a happy sigh – when Rory made that little noise. “Rory… you’re so beautiful,” he purred before stealing Rory’s lips with his again. Someone like Rory, someone who knew what different meanings words could have, would know that was the utmost compliment, even though it wasn’t the type of thing most men liked to hear.
Enough teasing, Eisen finally decided, though the deep gasps that Rory took were practically doubling the intensity of the moment each time. Eisen knew enough to know that this was Rory’s first time with anyone. Yes, it was a candid experience, something that you didn’t really talk about, but their friendship had always been different. If Rory had been with someone, Eisen would have known. Even in his haze of want, he knew enough to be gentle. It was possible that his own inexperience in this realm of intimacy would show, but somehow, he knew that Rory wouldn’t mind.
Experimenting a little further, taking another step into uncharted territory, he moved his hand again and ran his thumb experimentally up the length of Rory’s interest. When he reached the top, he moved back to the base, gently holding it in his hand and once again, following his instincts mixed with Rory’s verbal – or… not so verbal – cues.