Tiras’ moans sent a shiver of anticipation through Snake. He wasn’t normally the sort to fall into bed with a stranger – was Tiras really that much of a stranger, though? Snake’s been following the incubus’ exploits online for most of his life. He didn’t feel like a stranger. Regardless, some part of his mind that was quickly losing control wanted to explain.

Ah, but the fog of desire was settling in quickly, wrapping around his brain like some lazy cat and making any logical thoughts fade into the deep, dark distance. Burning lust seeped through him, permeated his every thought, every pore, every cell until nothing else mattered but his hunger for the man beneath him.

Tiras’ skin was warm beneath Snake’s lips, tasting very faintly of salt and something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Once the corset was gone, Snake settled more of his weight on his knees so he could run his hands over Tiras’ slim body. Though he looked like a frail thing, Snake could feel the strength, the raw power of him just beneath the skin.

Bypassing where the collar-like jewelry lay, Snake’s mouth moved along Tiras’ chest. Soft, hungry kisses dotted his skin, punctuated by a soft scrape of teeth as he explored that gorgeous body. He settled on a nipple, licking and sucking at the sensitive nub. One hand moved to tease at the other, first rubbing it before opting to roll it between his thumb and forefinger.

Snake’s free hand moves between them, gliding lower and lower until it slips boldly into Tiras’ underwear. A needy moan sounded, muffled against Tiras’ skin as Snake traced his fingers along the length of him, getting a feel for that hot, hard cock before curling around it to stroke in a slow, languid pace.