Warning: Yup, bed scenes. Be warned by a manìpulative drunk Ellio too.
Xorran was completely lost, intoxicated not by alcohol but by Ellio’s lips. The lingering sweetness of the liquor the human had drunk earlier only made the kiss more tempting, more addictive. Every brush of Ellio’s mouth against his own sent a jolt through him, stirring a heat he had no intention of indulging.
He knew he should stop. The fire between them, the desire, the longing, it existed only because of the claim that bound them. Crossing the line, even for a moment, could be dangerous, could have consequences neither of them were ready for.
Being the more sober of the two, Xorran pulled back, breaking the sloppy, wet kiss.
Ellio’s eyes blinked up at him, confusion clouding their usual sparkle. Why stop now? the
