Theo let out a jagged breath, feeling Alias's face inches to his.
This man's curiosity was so strong he would do anything to satisfy it.
Alias kissed him and Theo kissed back, but it did not take long before they pulled apart, breathless. Alias was a little aggressive today, but it didn't hurt. Instead, it only mirrored the desperation of his curiosity.
Theo's hands slid from Alias's wrists to the hem of his tunic. The air in the room was thick with a new, suffocating kind of intimacy—one stripped of the gentle 'fairy tale' they had spent the last week weaving.
He pulled the fabric over Alias's head, exposing that moon-pale skin to the cold starlight.
"This is how it begins," Theo whispered, his voice trembling as he worked on his own clothes. "Without the poetry. Just the skin and the need."
He led Alias to the large mat like he did every other night, but the atmosphere was different this time and Alias could feel it in his guts.
