Any sudden movement from any predatory creature is cause for alarm. Even one he knows as well as Damian. Ah, but that alarm melts into shock then... need. A burning desire for more, for everything! Iseul's hands tangle in Damian's hair and he's kissing back with a fierceness one might not expect from the usually cool and distant fae. Not only is he kissing Damian back with a violent crash of lips, teeth, and tongue, he's pushing his rival (are they still?) back... back, back, back until Damian's pressed up against the thick trunk of the oak tree.
None of his part-time lovers make Iseul feel like this. None of them make him burn like this... He feels feverish and desperate, as if he can somehow warm those cool lips and the body he's pressed so tightly to. Oh, yes, he slots himself flush against his companion. In some distant part of his mind, he finds it odd that no warmth emanates through Damian's clothes; he's never had occasion to be close enough to notice its absence.
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None of his part-time lovers make Iseul feel like this. None of them make him burn like this... He feels feverish and desperate, as if he can somehow warm those cool lips and the body he's pressed so tightly to. Oh, yes, he slots himself flush against his companion. In some distant part of his mind, he finds it odd that no warmth emanates through Damian's clothes; he's never had occasion to be close enough to notice its absence.