Chapter 12Venkat
John leaned over the armrest and pressed his forehead to Venkat’s. Venkat tilted his face up and kissed him, then tugged gently at the threads of energy swirling around and through his big, beautiful, fairy body. It always hit Vee’s heart center first, right in the middle of his chest, or so it felt to him. Rich and sweet, John’s bright energy flowed slowly, like maple syrup and just as delicious. The smell of ancient salt air and fresh wood lingered on the back of it, like the fine bourbon Robin liked. It felt like waking up to a world in color, like Beck’s song about Harper.
Venkat closed it off when he felt barely full. “Thank you,” he mumbled into John’s lips, smiling.
“Mmm,” John palmed his cheek, hand covering most of Vee’s face, and held him there for a long mome
