[The touch to his ear rips a mewl from his throat, sends heat coursing through his body that make his robes suddenly hot and restrictive (though they were anything but). He sucked more eagerly at the mound between Cross's legs, fingers toying with the edges of his drawers.
He drew his tongue over the mound in a long, hot stroke before sitting up. His fingers quickly undid his robes and sashes with the quick grace of long years of practice. Falling away, they left him clothing in nothing but the jewels on his arm and a pair of small black underwear, which did little to hide his own arousal.
His smirk widened now as he took a breath, calling on his power. His fingers heated at their tips, erotically so, and he drew them down Cross's belly and back down to his underwear. Slowly he drew them off and tossed them aside, those warm fingers wrapping around his length and stroking slowly, purposefully torturous. He sent the same power running to his mouth and lowered his head, flicking the warm wet tongue over the tip in a daring tease.]