He laughed and held to him while he fought valiantly with his tunic and emerged victorious. Feeling him crash in against his chest was a relief, hot, flushed skin to hot, flushed skin. He wrapped his arms around him securely, mouth open and jaw working in the sloppy, ardent kiss. His teeth scraped his tongue, his lower lip, his upper. He couldn't stop himself from biting at him, although it wasn't rough.
"Sounds about right," he murmured belatedly. It didn't really matter. They had lots of wine. That was the crux of it. He encouraged his legs wider in his straddle of his lap so he could grind up against him.
He could feel his cock trying to plump. Dizzy desire was there, heat pooled in his belly and beneath his balls, but it was all through a wine haze. He didn't put too much thought into it. Rough hands dragged down Fenris' back to cup the firm muscle of his ass.
There was something undoubtedly wrong. Everything was perfect; Cullen, the kiss, his gorgeous body, his sexy voice, the way their bulges felt grinding against each other as Fenris angled himself just so. And yet, he felt hot, he felt ready, but he was not hard. Typically, at this point, his cock would have been attempting to burst forth at the very risk of the fabric that encased it. But not, even while his markings occasionally flared with obvious arousal, he was simply mashing soft-against-soft.
Apparently he was not the only one.
Undeniably, the familiar shock of heat went through him as his ass was grabbed, the feeling of wanting to be taken was obvious. Even so, no matter how much he kissed or writhed he could not feel himself lifting. He groaned in a mixture of arousal and frustration as he pushed against Cullen's chest, leaning back so he could intake some desperately needed air. His head swum as he looked down between them. The silent pause was almost deafening.
His fingers curled as finally he spoke, his voice low. "Have... we been drugged?"
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"Sounds about right," he murmured belatedly. It didn't really matter. They had lots of wine. That was the crux of it. He encouraged his legs wider in his straddle of his lap so he could grind up against him.
He could feel his cock trying to plump. Dizzy desire was there, heat pooled in his belly and beneath his balls, but it was all through a wine haze. He didn't put too much thought into it. Rough hands dragged down Fenris' back to cup the firm muscle of his ass.
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Apparently he was not the only one.
Undeniably, the familiar shock of heat went through him as his ass was grabbed, the feeling of wanting to be taken was obvious. Even so, no matter how much he kissed or writhed he could not feel himself lifting. He groaned in a mixture of arousal and frustration as he pushed against Cullen's chest, leaning back so he could intake some desperately needed air. His head swum as he looked down between them. The silent pause was almost deafening.
His fingers curled as finally he spoke, his voice low. "Have... we been drugged?"
Because clearly that was the only explanation.