Rory pounded up the stairs, checking the room number on the key as he did so. He found the room in less than a second and opened the door. Once he and Libs were inside, he slammed the door shut behind them and shoved Liberty against it, pressing his body flat against the solid wooden surface.
“Gods,” Libs gasped, then Rory leaned forward into a fierce melding of their mouths.
Libs tasted like whiskey and darkness, but it didn’t take long for the sharp sting of alcohol to dissipate, leaving behind nothing but wet heat. This was the flavour of desire. Liberty’s mouth opened easily, and Rory mapped it out, trying to find every last nook and crevice. Libs made a desperate noise in the back of his throat, and Rory felt the vibrations against his tongue. He pulled back, gasping for breath, che
