Eh, this will be a problem for his future self. For now, he wants to be held and marked by Soren.
His body reacted before his mind could process it.
His arms wrapped around Soren's neck, his fingers curling into soft, dark blond hair.
Soren's smirk widened.
Then, he kissed him.
Hard.
Riven gasped into the kiss, his body instinctively rising onto his tiptoes to meet him properly.
Soren's grip on his waist tightened, keeping him close, keeping him trapped. His hand was right above Riven's tail. Sometimes, he would reach for it just to get a reaction out of Riven.
The kiss was deep, claiming, like Soren wanted to brand his presence into Riven's very soul.
And Riven—
Riven let him.
He matched the intensity, his fingers threading through the blond strands, tugging lightly.
A low growl rumbled in Soren's chest, the sound sending a shiver down Riven's spine.
Soren's lips moved lower, trailing kisses down Riven's jawline, then down his throat.
