Leonel's fingers tightened on Cassian's hips. In one swift motion, he stood, lifted him just enough, and let him fall onto the bed beside them. The mattress dipped under Cassian's weight, a small gasp escaping his lips. Before he could process, Leonel followed, caging him in with his body, his gaze burning with something Cassian couldn't name.
"Now…" Leonel's smirk curved dark and teasing, "…time for me to play with your stomach and chest."
Cassian's breath caught as Leonel's hand slid beneath his shirt, fingertips grazing along his stomach in lazy strokes before gliding upward to his chest. Cassian shivered, the sensation almost unbearable in his drunken haze. A soft, broken sound slipped past his lips half-moan, half-whimper as his body trembled beneath Leonel's touch.
"L-Leonel…" his voice cracked, shaky, "w-what are you doing?"
