Sorin shivered at the touch of Tanek's hot and wet tongue against his ear. He ran his hands over Tanek's back, down and around to grip his ass firmly. Particularly firmly when Tanek ground into him. Sorin bit his lip and groaned. With more passion than before, more turned on by the minute, Sorin kissed Tanek. He shifted and rolled them so that Tanek was on his back with Sorin on top of him, and then broke the kiss.
"You make it very hard to talk to you in close proximity," he smiled, nibbling against Tanek's chin. Sorin followed the chin down Tanek's jaw and to his throat where he bit and tongued at the skin, sucking lightly and letting go to leave light red marks along his collar.
The conversation was lost now. Sorin wanted Tanek. Sorin knew it was Tanek's strategy all along, but he wasn't angry with himself for falling for it. They could talk later. After.
Sorin slipped his hand into the front of Tanek's underwear and caressed his hardness. "Tell me how you want it, Tanek." Sorin murmured, shaking his hair out of his eyes.