If Eisen hadn’t been sure that the feelings bubbling up from his chest were more than lust, he would be now. He’d seen Rory vulnerable in a negative way before, but there was absolutely nothing negative about the way he writhed and gasped beneath Eisen right then. He hadn’t been kidding. He really was beautiful. Everything about him. His parted lips, his half-lidded eyes, his arched back… and even if there was no verbal response, Eisen knew that his words had struck the proper chord. His free hand reached up and touched Rory’s cheek once again, before he caught his parted lips and kissed him deeply.
He was sure to be gentle with Rory, all the way to the precipice of his passion, and when he finally toppled over the edge, Eisen’s lips found his once more, bringing him back down to earth gently. He watched him as he lay, a gentle, warm smile on his face as he carded his fingers through Rory’s hair and took in the sight of him. Perfect. He really was perfect. How could I have missed it? he asked himself once more. Yes, of course there was a part of his mind that was still blind with need, but the rest of him was very much aware that this went far, far beyond that.
It was something that Eisen had been missing for over a third of his life. And now that they were here, experiencing it together, he felt like a fool for not realizing.
His train of thought instantly derailed when he felt the warmth of Rory’s hand sliding along his skin, and his eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment, before opening again when Rory spoke. “Anything,” he breathed his promise. “You can tell me anything…”