Felix Harrowgate

Spent, Felix might have tumbled down to the bed himself, had he not such a precious burden in his arms. Panting, he sank back on his heels and drew Alcuin with him, gathering him for a lingering embrace despite his own sticky skin and the rush of passion leaving them both sweat-slick and flushed. Now-sweet kisses trailed along the marks and bites he had left moments before.

He knew he had to pull out, but for this moment while his heart hammered and his breath steadied, he wanted just to hold Alcuin instead.