[Shivers bolted up and down Ashura's spine when the other caressed him, sorely wishing his multitude of robes were off. Keeping their mouths in constant touch, he shifted so that he was fully facing Cross. He pressed tight to him, melding their bodies, only the thickness of the top layer of his robes hiding his quickly rousing manhood.
His fingers danced down Cross's throat, popping open buttons on his shirt before slipping inside the tiniest bit, fanning milky fingers over his skin, stroking, caressing, letting his manicured nails draw gently biting lines across the angles of his collarbones.]