[Glad to have not been rejected, he slid out of his arms enough to take his hand. He kissed the back and the palm, drawing him through the small apartment into his bedroom.
The bed was not terribly high, but not low, neatly made up and stacked with a multitude of pillows. Gently he guided Cross onto it, pressing hot kisses to his neck as he slid atop him, glad for the slit in his robes that made the entire motion quite easy.]
Just relax.
[His voice was a heavy purr, tongue gliding down the pulse on Cross's neck and down so he could start pressing kisses to his chest.]