“Entirely,” Arik said, so seriously that Blaze kissed his nose to make him laugh.
“Good.” Blaze beckoned to the fire, more to warn Arik than out of communicative necessity, and the ring crept across the floor. He scooped a handful of flame, murmured his intentions, and slowly lowered his hand toward Arik. Breathing faster, Arik watched the descent, and his grip on Blaze’s hip tightened. Blaze tipped his hand, carefully spilling the fire so it brushed Arik, and when it did, Arik gasped.
“Holy—!”
“I know.”
Arik’s eyes were wide open. His lips parted in a silent, Oh. And it took a second, but the concentrated punct luminos traveled through the flame and into Blaze’s hand. It tingled like his hand was the embodiment of pleasure on the cusp of release. Blaze gritted his teeth and slid the f
