He gasped out a ragged breath as Loras nudged his hips even closer and harder together, feeling that delicious warmth pressing into his thigh. He was drunk, on endorphins and adrenaline and the taste and smell and feel of the man in his arms, feeling wobbly and giddy and a whole host of indescribable things all at once.
He bathed in the sound of Loras' voice, in the meaning of his words. The furrow in his brow smoothed out just a bit, and he managed a small smile before he leaned in and granted Loras a kiss. He wouldn't stop, of course. Not if he had his way. And that knowledge, that little fact that he knew in his heart to be true, scared the shit out of him - and for once, he didn't care.
"You know something funny?" He mumbled after a long minute, mouth lazily trailing the line of Loras' moist bottom lip. "I used to have long hair. I cut it, just before I moved to the states."