More Than A Kiss (Suggestive)

Ezra pressed in, his body flush against Oberyn's, drawn irresistibly into the Nephilim. Their breaths synced up, hot and heavy, and their kisses grew hungrier by the second.

Oberyn's fingers wrapped and wound themselves through Ezra's thick black hair, gripping tight, pulling him even closer, needing more. He was starving for everything Ezra had to give, even if he couldn't yet admit it out loud. 

Ezra slid his hands down Oberyn's back as they continued making out, tracing the delicate curve of his waist before finally wrapping his strong, possessive hands firmly around the Nephilim's hips. 

Oberyn gasped, fingers digging into Ezra's shoulders as pleasure invaded every fiber of his being.

"Ezra…" His voice came out breathless, half a whisper, half a plea.