Darrian nuzzled Quin’s neck, before moving slightly backwards to regard the man fully. “I can bring up some drinks,” he offered, enjoying the afterglow that came after a session that he had enjoyed as much as the other elf. “Or we could go downstairs to the bar,” he continued, running his fingers over Quin’s muscular chest, eyeing it appreciatively. The benefits of being a guard, he supposed, although there were several that weren’t half as fit as Quintus was.
The slender elf leaned his head backwards, eyes sliding shut at the gentle caress through his hair, before opening slightly again. A soft sigh left his lips, even as he wondered about the look of evident longing on the elder elf’s face. The naked boy lifted his hand before stroking Quintus’ cheek, watching closely for any signs of discomfort as he approached his ears, ready to pull away if so. He was curious, but didn’t want to spoil this lazy, comfortable atmosphere that had developed.
Darrian turned his head slightly so that Quin’s hand slid to his cheek, where he kissed the man’s fingertips one by one. He couldn’t think of a reply that didn’t sound patronizing in reply to the age comment, so he just remained silent, giving him a small smile instead.