There was just something intoxicating about the way Ravi's body molded to his, about the taut, lithe strength hidden beneath the crispness of his dark blue shirt, those shoulders firm and tapering down to a narrow waist and slim hips. About the way Ravi had to just barely rise up on his toes to reach, leaving him leaning harder still against Arlen; about the way his fingers stroked his arm.
Arlen caught Ravi's lower lip between his teeth and pulled it into his mouth to taste it, teasing, suckling gently until the flesh turned warmer still in his mouth. Ravi let out a sound that did terrible things to his constitution. His control and restraints were slowly disappearing.
His hand reached for Ravi's lower back, and his lover chuckled.
"Arlen."
He had always loved the way Ravi called his name. Especially when he said it in this tone. Low and Gentle. The vibration of his voice caused Arlen's heart to shudder and his skin to thrill.
