"R-Ronan…" His voice came out breathless, almost pleading.
Ronan hummed against his lips, feigning innocence. "Something wrong?"
"You—ngh…" Riven clenched his fingers into the fabric of Ronan's shirt, gripping it tightly as Ronan gave another slow, deliberate stroke to his tail. His ears twitched, his breath uneven, his body betraying every hidden weakness.
Ronan drank in the sight of him—his flushed cheeks, the way his lips were slightly swollen from their kiss, the way his tail flicked despite his efforts to control it.
Beautiful.
"Do you know," Ronan murmured, his lips tracing along Riven's jaw, down to his throat, "how irresistible you are like this?"
Riven tried to form words, tried to respond, but his mind was a mess of sensation, his thoughts scrambled.
