[Invitation was all that he needed, craved. There was, after all, something thrilling about being wanted, about being allowed. His tongue slipped past parted lips, the taste of Gale's lips a heady thing, reminiscent of the night before, the hint of that dangerous magic in his blood just in the undercurrent.
His fingers found their way to wind into dark hair, to tangle into soft strands and pull, holding him there. Oh yes, he wanted to claim him, wanted to have this man for his own at least in this moment.
Even better than blood, was the thought that flickered through his mind and nearly floored him when it filtered through to his conscious awareness. But it was somehow, to be treated like someone worth wanting, worth trusting.]
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His fingers found their way to wind into dark hair, to tangle into soft strands and pull, holding him there. Oh yes, he wanted to claim him, wanted to have this man for his own at least in this moment.
Even better than blood, was the thought that flickered through his mind and nearly floored him when it filtered through to his conscious awareness. But it was somehow, to be treated like someone worth wanting, worth trusting.]