MOAN FOR ME

The mortal leaned all his weight against Luciano, his hands trembling as they traced the curves of his abdominal muscles. For the mortal, this was probably their first kiss but he had felt his lips countless times before—the first hesitant brushes, the desperate presses to breathe life back into him and then later the tender, lingering caresses. He knew every nuance of his touch, every subtle shift in pressure and warmth.

Luciano remembered the first time he ever had to save him after he overdosed on those pills that he swallowed. While in his feline form, he was walking over to the trailer that the mortal stayed at just for a casual visit.

"Why'd you stop?" the mortal asked him, breaking him from his train of thought.

Luciano glanced at his extremely flushed face to see his eyes blinking at him in bemusement. Promptly, his hand continued to move on the throbbing member of the mortal.