When the tension left and Jonal’s muscles unclenched, Tonas began to seduce. His wet tongue outlined the shell of Jonal’s ear. He moved the ebony curls aside and tongued down the nape of the neck, drawing circles and swirls with his saliva. He reached the curve where neck met shoulder and bit down. He felt the pleasure shoot through his lover, shared the rush of blood surging, cannonballing through Jonal’s veins straight to his now thick pulsing shank. Jonal began to broadcast. Waves of lust, love and need interspersed with demands of more, harder, higher.