Van bit his lip to keep from groaning. He both loved and hated when Gil worked his talents on him like this. His body responded on its own, of course, and Van's breath increased with each word his boyfriend said and each movement of Gil's hand. He kept his eyes on Gil's, not looking away.
Fingers tightening in Gil's shirt, Van's soft groan finally escaped. They had a party to get to that had already started an hour ago, but who cared? "If you're starting something you're not gonna finish..." He leaned in and kissed the elf hungrily, then broke away, "then I'll break your fucking legs."