He was careful in setting Tiras on the bed’s edge. The incubus was pretty damn close to naked to start with and Snake wanted to join him in that. His fingers plucked at the buttons of his shirt until he shed it with a graceful roll of his shoulders. Beneath the garment, he’s surprisingly toned for a guy he doesn’t spend a lot of time on exercise.

Closing the distance between them, Snake began to crawl into the bed, urging Tiras back as he did. He dips his head for another slow, lingering kiss. The hunger’s heavy on his tongue as it swept into that inviting wet heat. He groaned into Tiras’ mouth, pulling away when he needed air. He dove back in immediately, trailing molten hot kisses over the line of Tiras’ jaw and the side of his throat.