When Loras let himself laugh, the action wasn't large, but it was surprising nonetheless. His lips curled upward between the touch of Renly's soft, warm mouth, notably softer than it was in that other world. The feeling was altogether achingly familiar of nights spent in Renly's bed, sharing forbidden kisses, all limbs and pain and laughter.
Both hands clutched the front of Renly's shirt. Loras breathed in another laugh, pulling Renly flush him, desperately needing to feel the ripple of muscle under the material of Renly's t-shirt. "You'll always look like a knight," Loras said airily, the words vibrating against Renly's mouth.
"You'll always look like so much more," he added as his lips ghosted along Renly's, almost tentative when they closed over the man's, as if Renly would push him away gain. He couldn't place it, not yet, but he knew that Renly had been destined for greater things, greater than anything either of them knew.