Renly felt the roll of Loras' hips and chest against his own, he felt the tingling vibrations of the man's moan on his lips and it all sent a bolt of electricity straight through him, where it ignited in the pit of his stomach with a searing heat. He moved his hands to brace against the car on either side of Loras' head, trapping him, holding him hostage and taking every inch of his warm mouth as ransom. The feeling of unfamiliar fingers on his bare skin sent a shudder down the length of his spine, and he finally broke the kiss and took a desperate breath.
Renly didn't pull away; he wished he could be closer, but he settled for nuzzling his face into the crook of Loras' neck and breathing in his aroma, drinking in the feel of their bodies flush together. His arms found their way around the man's shoulders, and he cradled him there in a gentle embrace for what could have been ten seconds or ten years.
"Loras," he mumbled, dazed, just wanting to taste the name on his tongue again.