Crist, Morgan was so beautiful.
“Morgan,” Evan whispered as he leaned close.
His intention had been to make sure Morgan’s breath was steady, but before he knew what was happening, Morgan’s hands were tunneling through his hair and Morgan was pulling him down to meet impossibly soft lips. Warmth washed through Evan. He moaned softly into the man’s mouth, despite the voice in his mind warning him not to go too far. He was supposed to protect Morgan from becoming immortal. When their lips parted, Morgan’s eyes were open.
“I know I’m not in my own bed,” Morgan said quietly, “so I’m not going to look around just yet. But tell me: how did we go from you sucking my cock to us ending up…wherever we are?”
“You remember me telling you I’m a sorcerer?”
Morgan nodded slowly.