Vanyel would have welcomed that. As it is, he was, clinging to Apollo as tightly as he was, scraping his teeth across the man's lip before diving back into his mouth with a vengeance.

How long had it been since he had been kissed like this? Held like this? To long, his body sang, far to long. The last he remembered was that guard, though even now his name was foggy in his mind. Other than him he was to scared to try, afraid they would run from him, cry rape or seduction. How long had it been since he could give himself over to a physical pleasure? Long enough that he clung to Apollo like the man was the only thing keeping him afloat in an ocean, his kisses the only thing keeping his sanity together a moment longer.

He slid his legs, hooking one around the back of Apollo's, shifting the other between the other man's legs as he fell deeper into the taste of him.