Riven told himself that he would not have carriage-sex with Soren, but that clearly did not work out. Here he was, nestled in Soren's lap, breathless after their passionate encounter. Soren's lips were warm against his, pulling him deeper into the moment, their tongues dancing together in a way that sent shivers down Riven's spine.
But as Riven pulled away, he could feel his heart racing. He gulped, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "We should stop," he said, glancing out the window to gauge their surroundings. "I feel like we are close to our destination." He quickly ran his fingers through his tousled hair. He wanted to look presentable.
