Remarkably, when Loras spoke, his tone was calm, a man speaking to his lover after years of knowing him and loving him. How it was even possible boggled his own mind. "It made you look handsome," he said, almost a purr of words. "Speaking of hair..."
His hand shifted further, to feel if maybe, just maybe the Renly outside of his dreams needed a bit of a shave. As his thumb brushed across a nipple, Loras moaned out a breath, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth with a flash of white teeth. "We can have plenty of fresh starts," he promised.
What was he saying? It was maddening, really. This was a dream. Any moment, he'd wake up and lose the feel of Renly's chest, be it smooth or in need of grooming. The very thought of it brought him forward, his lips against Renly's again. He didn't think he'd ever get enough of Renly. It wasn't even a possibility in his nineteen year old, foggy mind.