Kaelith didn't wait long.
Their first time had only awakened a fire inside him, a craving so deep, so consuming, that holding Hale in his arms felt both a blessing and a torment. Hale's skin was flushed, his breath still uneven, eyes heavy with lust. But when Kaelith leaned down, brushing his lips slowly over Hale's jaw and whispering, "I want you again," Hale didn't hesitate. He nodded.
Kaelith smiled, slow, sinful, before capturing Hale's mouth in a kiss that was more tongue than lips. Their bodies were still slick, hot from the first round, and Kaelith's hands roamed freely now, fingers gripping Hale's waist, pulling him even closer.
"Mmnh… Kaelith," Hale gasped as Kaelith's mouth moved lower, licking, sucking his chest, taking one nipple into his mouth, and playing with the other using his fingers.
Slurp. Flick. Pop.
Every sound was wet, messy, and sinful.
Hale arched beneath him, letting out a deep, helpless moan. "Ahh—fck—don't stop—"*
