Aw...Drowning in Bade and Orinakin wonderfulness here. Bade had been injured the day before, Xio Voe is knocking on the door to check his wound, and Orinakin had mentioned how fiercely he was attracted to Xio Voe.
A knock at the door. Bade glanced in that direction, then down at Orinakin. “I think he’s here.”
“Shit.” Orinakin hastily knotted Bade’s laces and stood, shoving his hair back. “Go, go.”
“Yeah,” Bade said, rising with a grin, kissing Orinakin’s cheek. “I don’t want to keep your lover waiting.”
Before he’d moved away, Orinakin was pulling him back, kissing him and drawing him close. Comfortably ensconced in Orinakin’s familiar, close embrace, Bade sighed with pleasure and gave himself to Orinakin’s deep, heated kisses. “You’re my lover,” Orinakin breathed, kissing him, “and my husband,” hand caressing down his chest, “and my partner,” kisses warming his jaw, “and my soul mate,” hand sliding over his thigh, “and my vinga,” soft, deep, passionate kisses, “and my only, truly, wholly beloved.”
He knew that, but it certainly was nice to be reminded. Moaning softly, Bade slipped his hands inside Orinakin’s robe, stroking hot, tight, blessedly smooth muscular flesh. “When you kiss me like this,” another moan stuttered its way out as Orinakin kissed his neck and nuzzled his skin, “I want to give you the world.”
A single finger slid along his chin, tilting it upward, as a beautiful smile curved Orinakin’s lips. “When you kiss me like that, vinga, you are my world.”
