Erian pushed himself up just a few inches, his arms trembling from the effort, and before he could stop himself, his gaze fixed on Seirion's lips.
For an instant, the memory of the kiss he'd shared with the Seirion from his own world flickered through his mind. That kiss had been clumsy and inexperienced, filled with need and tears but also with tenderness and unspoken promises.
Erian remembered how he had felt every brush and tremor of Seirion's lips.
Now, before this Seirion, Erian recognized that same soft shape, the exact curve that invited him to come closer, and a burning heat spread through his chest and up his neck.
The god's breathing remained deep, so close that for a moment Erian thought that if he leaned in just a little closer, he might repeat that kiss…
Erian froze mid-movement at the sound of a rustle among the trees. The sudden noise made him tense up instantly.
Korveth appeared seconds later, his hair disheveled, his chest rising and falling in a rapid rhythm.
