For a brief moment, there was an inkling of blissful relief: no worries or fears. Just two people who weren’t ever meant to care for each other doing exactly that – engaging in something intimate, not for anyone else’s benefit, but simply their own.
Something that should have been so wrong… felt so right.
The pair’s hands seemed to fall perfectly on the right places on one another – a subtle craving in the back of their minds, saying that they want more.
Yet, the feeling couldn’t last forever.
Reynard leaned into Brendan’s touch, but his mind rapidly hauled him back to reality. He pushed him away harshly and covered his mouth. “What are you doing?” he chastised breathlessly.
Panting, Brendan spluttered, “I-I don’t know. I was angry, but then I felt this… This–”
“Pull?” Rey finish
