All it took was being near Gil again for Van to have the overwhelming urge to tear off his clothes. The mouth on his earlobe and the sucking was extra credit. "Thanks. My stupid brother made me get it." He chuckled and peeled off his own shirt, tossing it on Gil's floor before nudging his boyfriend towards the bed. "If I'm a commoner, guess that makes you the slum lordling."
He fastened his mouth around the elf's before Gil could waste any more time responding. He'd dearly missed kissing Gil. Sure, kissing other people was fun and all, but there was something special about kissing someone you called your boyfriend. It was like a part of them was yours and a part of you was theirs - and thinking about parts and Gil in the same thought made Van want to fuck.
"God, I missed you." Breathlessly, he tumbled with Gil into bed. Soon their clothes were off and their skin was sticky with sweat and the room filled with sounds of their lovemaking. Van lost track of time, but when it was dark outside and they'd finished their second feverish round and paused to catch their breath, he remembered that they had a lot to catch up on.
"You seem to be in a pretty good mood. I guess it went well?" His voice a little hoarse from their activities, Van leaned over Gil and gently brushed some damp hair off the elf's brow.