Zuran's lips pressed hard against Ren's, their mouths locking in a heated exchange. Their saliva mixed as their tongues slid into each other's mouths, exploring deeply and without restraint.
Their breaths were loud and heavy, uneven with desire. The taste of each other felt so intoxicating, so dangerously addictive, that it seemed like something they could stay lost in forever.
"Master..." Zuran moaned softly as he pulled back just slightly, only to press in again with even more passion. "You taste so good..."
He kissed him harder, one hand still buried inside Ren's clothes, the other resting firmly on his neck as he deepened the kiss.
His tongue continued to play inside Ren's mouth for a long moment while Ren's hands slowly moved down, settling on Zuran's lap. But then—his hand met something else.
Something firm. Something growing.
Zuran had a bulge. A large one.
