Subtlety had never been Loras' forte. Not now. Not ever. Still-buzzing lips parted, and holding Renly's gaze, Loras nudged his hips forward, knowing there was nothing more he could do about his state. How easy it would be to shove his hand down the front of Renly's trousers and slid solid heat in his fist, but he had enough presence of mind to wonder if, Gods forbid, one of his teammates should see them.
What Renly was doing wasn't much better to be caught doing, but somehow, Loras could give a fuck less just then. He tipped his head back, fingertips digging against the heated flesh of Renly's hip. He groped, panting softly, whimpering almost inaudibly. Every touch, every syllable was like a torrid wash of primal urge that resonated every nerve of his body.
"You know me," he breathed, needing more and knowing that now wasn't the time. But he wanted it...now, so badly, so desperately that he nearly began to beg for it. "You know me," he insisted. "You kiss me like you know me. Just don't ever stop." They'd have to, he knew it, but he didn't want to.