It curls and wicks into Azwel's skin, lighting up his nerves in a way so few things have ever done. Sweet fire races into his spine, just this side of overwhelming...
It leaves him breathless, heat gathering at the base of his spine and between his legs. The sheer familiarity with which Carden answers his question tells him they must have gotten up to some fun--
A sudden memory hits him. The two of them in an alleyway, bodies entwined, heedless of any who might see. It is sheer bliss on its own, and yet there's so much more, their magicks and their very souls fitted so perfectly together....
A recognisably hungry looks crosses Azwel's face, wolfish and lustful, so very like the look Carden knows so well and yet with a bit of an edge to it.
"You know, memories or no memories, I find I want very much to take you up on this offer," that velvety tone has crept into his voice. "Fortuitous, then, that I've already secured a room." He reluctantly lets go of Carden's hand and drains the rest of his drink in a single gulp.
Gathering gloves and gauntlets he stands and, really, those elabourate robes of his are far too good at hiding the effect this has been having on him. "Shall we?"
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It leaves him breathless, heat gathering at the base of his spine and between his legs. The sheer familiarity with which Carden answers his question tells him they must have gotten up to some fun--
A sudden memory hits him. The two of them in an alleyway, bodies entwined, heedless of any who might see. It is sheer bliss on its own, and yet there's so much more, their magicks and their very souls fitted so perfectly together....
A recognisably hungry looks crosses Azwel's face, wolfish and lustful, so very like the look Carden knows so well and yet with a bit of an edge to it.
"You know, memories or no memories, I find I want very much to take you up on this offer," that velvety tone has crept into his voice. "Fortuitous, then, that I've already secured a room." He reluctantly lets go of Carden's hand and drains the rest of his drink in a single gulp.
Gathering gloves and gauntlets he stands and, really, those elabourate robes of his are far too good at hiding the effect this has been having on him. "Shall we?"