How does it feel? To be worshipped by me

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Alaric savored the sound, feeling a pang of longing as he continued his exploration. The familiar warmth of Raven's skin beneath his hands was both electrifying and reassuring.

He traced kisses along the curve of Raven's neck, his lips grazing the sensitive skin. The touch was gentle yet filled with an underlying intensity, reminding Raven of their connection despite the tension.

In that moment, Raven forgot about the sweat and the sticky feeling from his earlier run.

His focus shifted entirely to the pleasure Alaric was giving him, his body responding eagerly despite the lingering discomfort. He made no move to protest, lost in the sensations that Alaric's touch was provoking.